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Date Nite 5
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Date Nite 5 Lori had come to Houston with this contingent... In New Orleans she had kept a stable of high end call girls...When the storm came she turned the girls loose to fend for themselves , and packed up ... "Was time for a change anyway " she told me one nite.. "getting stale in that town"... Upon arriving in Houston she set about maklng the sort of friends that would allow her to generate income and insure the lifestyle that she was accustomed to... extravagant, decadent, and stimulating..nothing worked out. her first ' house' was burned by the local motorcycle gang who controlled the vice in that part of the city... Runnlng whores in Houston was different than in N O....In Houston businessmen were there for business, and prostitutes were leased by the hour.. Loris second house was condemned by the city to make way for upscale townhouses. Urban renewal killed the trade in women.... Then she met Angel... This turned into what neighbors would call ' the battleground year'.. But, friends, the Lesbo Wars, is a story for another time.. It's eventual outcome is an actual Greek style tragedy.. For now let us concentrate on the beginnings of my social intro to the femme lifestyle... Having gathered the essentials necessary to start 'dressing' and after a couple of very basic lessons from Angel on the application of make up, Lori decided to give a coming out party on a Saturday nite in mid July .. I, of course , was apprehensive as to both the prep and the actual event. As the evening approached , angel, ever the calming influence, instructed me on how to effectively look coyly from under my eyelashes, how to sip from a longneck in a ladylike manner. , how a girl moved in a graceful glide and never jerked her hips, neck , head , in any other way but daintily.. I absorbed her lessons like a sponge absorbs water. I learned how to sit , stand and bend the way that females are expected to... I gloried in these lessons , really beginning to feel as feminine as I had always wanted to.. On the nite of the party I bathed , shaved my self from hairline to toes , perfumed and powdered my self, and slipped into a peach lace thong tucking my penis as far back as possible. Angel helped me into my black<b> thigh highs </font></b>and adjusted my miniskirt so that it hung properly at the bottom of the black lace of the stockings .. "Let's not get too slutty at first" she advised.. I donned the sweater and she stood back eyeing me .. " wow " she murmured ... But I have no boobs "I moaned . " of course not " she said " you're not a chick. You're a guy who wants to be a chick. Believe it or not , that really turns a lot of guys on.." She reached out and pinched my nipples , which were actually hard by now . They got even harder and were clearly visible through the thin fabric of the sweater.. "Besides ," she said "you have great nipples and I'll guarantee those will have lips on them before this nites over. " she smiled and winked , " Put on your boots" I did and having had a bit of practice, I managed to walk with a swing to my hips despite the high heels . I hardly wobbled at all ... At the mirror I touched up my makeup and applied my 'fuck me' red lipstick. Freshened my blue green eyeshadow and made my entrance into the party which was in full swing.. As I entered every head turned in my direction ..  |
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