I am a young, petite, passable and enthusiastic transvestite. I’ve been crossdressing and working on improving my look and appearance ever since I was a sixteen year old boy. Now after two years of weekends dressed in public as Cari, I had developed quite an attractive look and appearance. It often seemed at times, that many a man would come my way.Because of my exotic and sexy appearance, things could get interesting at times. When you are dressed as an alluring, sensual woman in high heels, and tight, little dresses, there are many assumptions that are made. Especially when one is a bit short, wispy and blonde, and has created a look even a cheerleader would adore.I’d learned of the dangers and the risks of being a gender mixed gal. As a result, I always took great care not to deceive men or to find myself in a place where I might not be accepted. Now twenty, I’ve graduated from college and now have a very good paying job.My weekends, spent dressing as a girl, are still considered sacred to me. As soon as Friday afternoon comes around, I return home and I shave my entire body smooth. I then use my skills to get all dolled up as Cari. She has become very good looking, and is a quite pretty and sexy looking girl!My new job takes me many places.  I find the travel to be exciting, and my work pays well. My connections through my Ivy league college experience helped land me my position. I live very comfortably as a result. I am very lucky because in some of my travels, I have been able to turn the end of my work weeks away, into short, extended vacations.Recently as a result, I’ve been able to explore several American and Canadian cities. I usually am able to do so as my girl side, who very much enjoys going out on the town. I always do my on line research to find the right places to visit as a femme gal.I am also lucky to be blessed with a short and slim body, a cute fine featured face, and a great eye for my own make up and appearance. Usually very few people can read me as a guy all dressed up. There is an assumption in my brain, that when I am dressed, I’m all girl.I have worked hard at my appearance, and it has paid off in how truly convincing I feel I can be. Confidence is a girl’s best friend, and I have developed mine to a point of great comfort. I feel especially feline, when walking sensually in five inch high heels!I had flown from Boston to Toronto on Monday for work, and had been staying at a Marriott Hotel in the downtown area. This past week was hectic. I had worked a good fifty-five hours by Thursday.Fortunately I had Friday and the weekend Ankara escort Bayan off. As I’m allowed to book my own hotels, I had chosen this particular one due to its proximity to a couple of clubs I had researched previously on line. There is a method to my madness!During the week, I had checked out one of those clubs late at night, as my guy self. It was called Crews and Tangos, and it was only about three blocks away from my hotel on Church Street. It had dancing, a large bar, and the crowd was a mix of straight folks, transgendered and gay. It was quieter during the week, but I was told that it was quite crowded on weekends.It was the kind of club I felt most comfortable visiting as my girl self. They have nightly drag shows and in a club like this one, people expect that regardless of how pretty the girl must really be – she is really male! I’ve gone out with friends to straight clubs and have often passed “dangerously” as they say. I never wanted to fool anyone as to my true identity! It was the right kind of place.I was pleasantly surprised to find people dressed fairly well here. The crowd was younger and mostly gay, but all kinds seemed to land at the bar here, including admirer types. I would come here as Cari.I had virtually all day Friday to shop and get dressed. I could be my sensual girl self at last. Walking and shopping on Yonge Street, one of Toronto’s major streets, was fun. I found a dress in a dress shop that made my heart race. I bought it right then and there.So excited by my dress purchase, I returned to my hotel. The dress fit perfectly, and I was very excited about wearing it this evening. I took my time getting ready in my room. I started with a bubble bath that was aromatic and lilac scented, and it was also skin softening perfection.The joy of shaving and smoothing my body into a hairless delight is almost a spiritual experience for me. A little French perfume and in just my panties, I’m ready for the time in front of the mirror. I am always very detailed in my make-up.I add long eye lashes, line my lips carefully and utilize every skilled detail I know – to highlight what the best features of my face. I lengthened my naturally shoulder length blonde hair with matching hair extensions, and then brushed it out. It was long, flowing and sensual looking. My hair always looks good with extensions, as it looks like it is one hundred percent all mine.I finish my artistry with stunning bright red glue on nails, and paint my toes to match.Now I was ready to get dressed. I always have a full bag Escort Balgat of my favorite girl clothes. I love to try them all on if I have time. I got out my stockings and heels. I was ready to choose just what would be perfect and sensual, without being overtly sleazy or being too sexy.I already knew that I’d be wearing my new dress tonight. It was black and lacy and made of a stretchy silk feeling material. The dress had straight half inch shoulder straps and a plunging v-shaped neckline. It was also low v-cut in the back – so a bra was out of the question.The waist was quite tapered. With my constant evening corset training, my waist is down to 28 inches. My waist looked almost wasp like in the stunning dress, making my sometimes torturous nights sleeping in a corset – quite worth the trouble!From the waist the pretty feminine dress flowed around my hips and then ended with delicate sheer lace at mid-thigh. It fit like a dancers dress, yet the soft fluffy lace layers made it fuller and frillier. It was tasteful, yet at the same time, it was incredibly feminine and sexy.This dress would look great at any wedding, prom or formal occasion. My plan was that I would wear it from my hotel room to the night club, but with a shoulder cover up to subdue its overt sexiness. I chose a G-string for my waist and attached beautiful, black, silk, back seamed stockings. I strapped on my favorite pair of black leather, five inch sandaled high heels.I finished my outfit with a short black fitted coat that still exposed my narrow waist.Putting this all together was such joy. The total result gave me as spectacular an appearance as I have ever had. I was smitten with my reflection. I felt every bit as good as I looked!I sure didn’t look a bit like a boy in a dress! I looked like an elegant, fashionable young woman, who in my mind could be on a magazine cover. I even had unteased my blonde hair slightly, to look as realistically female and as classy as a sexy young lady could. I was coming out of a four and a half star hotel, and I wanted to look the part.Toronto was a new city for me, but I felt safe in the hotel’s neighborhood. I wanted to enjoy the simplicity and delight of walking in my high heels in my fashionable, graceful outfit. I was in my mind – a pretty woman headed out for the evening. I had purposefully taken care so as to not go over the top. In the mirror, I felt self-assured, buoyant and delighted with my stunningly vogueish good looks.I filled a small leather shoulder bag with make-up and my necessary things. I was ready Batıkent escort for the elevator ride down to the lobby. I took a deep breath and felt some nerves, but also excitement. I simply needed to stay cool, walk as I’d learned for the past two years, and enjoy my walk for my fun night out!The Marriott lobby is large and very well lit. I realized immediately that I fit in – but did get a couple of glances from men who noticed my sexy sway, and one who could see my exposed cleavage. The door man smiled and greeted me – nodding with a “ma’am” as I walked through the automated doors. His formality and smile helped convince me that I was indeed looking great.The three block walk was marvelous and so thrilling. Being fancy free in heels and a dress with my seven inches tucked into a gaff is so erotic and sensual. My bum had perhaps more wiggle than it should have had. I was in an enchanted state of girlish delight, and I was working it as they say.I was just happy, pleased with myself, and feeling fancy free. When I got to the club, a door man got the door for me and I entered a world of music, darkness, light, noise and confusion.The club was three times as busy as it was during the week. The lighting from the dance floor strobed even into the bar area, yet it was still only nine P.M. I walked to the bar and found a single stool that was unoccupied. Before I could even remove my sweater, I was being bought a drink by a good looking man about six feet tall.He greeted me, asking how I was and I thanked him for the drink. I sipped it and he asked me if I felt like dancing. I was in the mood for most anything so I said yes. We went to the dance floor after I left my sweater on the barstool, keeping my small pocketbook over my shoulder.The first song was frenetic and fast. We both got into it among the growing crowd. Dancing and swaying sensually in high heels was just another delight for me. My new friend was smiling and winking at me.While dancing, he asked me my name and we exchanged pleasantries. With the loud music interfering, I did hear him tell me something about his working at a car repair garage – but I clearly heard him tell me I was beautiful. He made me blush in embarrassment!There was a pause in the music, and a surprisingly slower dance began. He wasted no time in holding me close. I felt his strength as his hands held me just above my derriere. I was getting flashes. I was already smitten, and feeling the submissive urges of feminine surrender!In moments we returned to get my sweater. We had already agreed to go to my hotel! In but fifteen minutes, I was being walked back as he held my hand. We just knew and felt the raw sexuality and attraction to each other. He wanted me and I wanted him! He wore slacks and a dressy rolled up shirt. His hand felt coarse and strong. He stopped for a moment on the sidewalk and looked me in the eye.