Chapter 9. The Girls.

In came Roxy and Paddy, the owners followed by the most outrageous drag queen I have ever seen. Her name was Misty. Then came a very attractive girl by the name of Karen and then, one of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever seen. Her name was Kerry and she was stunningly beautiful. J grabbed my arm and whispered to me, "Have you ever seen anything to gorgeous?" I had to agree. Great hugging and introducing then followed and we all trooped upstairs again to continue socializing.

I got into conversation with Misty who told me she was a musician and had a group. She also composed and asked me if I would like to hear one of her songs. I agreed and we went upstairs to the dressing room. Misty took a cassette tape out of her bag and inserted it in the stereo. A catchy light rock tune emerged and Misty started dancing around. Here was the ultimate extrovert. She was wearing a red wig, a leopard skin top, a short black mini skirt, fish net stockings and high, and I mean high, heels. She was heavily made up and was all bangles and necklaces and jewelry. After a bit I said I had better join my hosts down stairs, so we went down to the living room again. At this point it occurred to me that I had been en femme in the company of strangers and it had not bothered me at all. I was accepted as Janey and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Here I was introduced to S, Misty's wife. I had missed her in the crowd and all the excitement. She was a short very pretty lady, wearing slacks and a top. I could see who wore the pants in her house. She did say she was going to get into drag, which meant wearing a dress. Again discussions ensued and it was agreed that as before, we would all

go to the Mango. Our group would go in Holly's car and the others would join us later. We all trooped downstairs again and Mary, W, J and myself squeezed into Holly's small car.

A short drive took us to Church Street and Holly pulled in to a multi story car park that she was familiar with. There was no barrier there and no one to take money or give a ticket so we drove right in. Holly went up to the 4th floor for security reasons. Her car had been broken into twice before and she thought the 4th floor would be too high up for lazy thieves to go to. There was no elevator. As I got out, I noticed that the building was very old and seedy looking. We walked down the stairs to the street level and turned left to walk the short distance to the Mango. Right next to the building was a small manned parking lot with an attendant. He called out to us and Holly went over to see what he wanted. A short conversation followed and Holly came back and told us that the building was going to be demolished and she had better move her car. Holly decided to go back and move the car to the parking lot and we said we would wait there for her, on the sidewalk by the parking lot. I was a bit glad of the rest as I had never walked outside in heels before and my ankles were getting a bit tired.

We were standing there chatting when suddenly...."Hello, girls." We turned and there was this nondescript rather short middle aged man. We were prepared to write him off as some kind of creep, when he said to W, "It's me, V." It turns out that he was Toronto's top professional drag Queen. There had been a TG conference a few months before in Toronto which Mary and W had attended. It seems that W had had a long conversation with this person who looked like Elizabeth Taylor, and this was who it was. W of course did not recognize him in drab. Great greetings were exchanged and introductions made and V said that he was going home to change into something more suitable. He may run into us later, he said, but unfortunately this did not happen. I would dearly love to have had a long conversation with him. Holly turned up, having parked the car and we all set off walking up Church Street. Every so often it would hit me....here I was walking out dressed in my skirt and blouse and heels as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I could not resist touching my ears and feeling the studs, to convince myself that it was all real.

About two blocks later we were at the Mango and again I walked under the wooden arch and we found the same table we had had at lunch time. We sat down and ordered from the waiter. It was dark now and the evening was warm and balmy We were just settling down when, lo and behold, here came Misty in all her glory, followed by her wife S and Karen and the gorgeous Kerry who had changed into a fancy top, a mini skirt, black tights and very high heels and looked like a gorgeous hooker. Misty's wife, S, had meanwhile changed into a white jersey dress that showed off her figure very well and made me dream of what I would love to look like. We pulled over some tables and chairs and all sat down together. I got into conversation with Karen and Kerry. Kerry was enjoying her first time out and carried it off with such confidence. Still , if I looked like her, I guess I would too.

It came out in conversation that Karen liked to go to straight clubs and pass. She liked dancing with men and had had a few scrapes when men wanted to date her and had followed her out to the parking lot. She even had someone follow in his car to find out where she lived. I do hope she does not come to any harm with this risky behavior. She and Kerry were going to get together to go shopping because Kerry was too shy to go shopping en femme and to embarrassed to go in drab.

We had a nice dinner and as time was getting on, people started talking about going to a loud smoky disco for dancing. We were not really into that and as I had a very early start in the morning as I was flying home, we declined the offer and headed out into Church Street to find a cab. Just as we were getting into the cab another CDer by the name of Dianne hailed us, and another flurry of hellos and introductions followed, but as the cab was waiting, we had to pile in and leave her.

Another short hair raising ride and we were back at the hotel. Back in Mary and W's room, we talked over all that had happened and how I felt about it all and after a goodnight drink, I said, "Well, I guess that is it. Tomorrow we leave and Janey is about to go back in the closet." "Not yet", said Mary, "You have to go to breakfast yet." "You must be joking, "I said. "Me go to breakfast in the hotel,en femme?" "Why not?" said Mary. "They will never see you again. Have a last fling." With these parting words ringing in my ears, I went to my own room, washed off my makeup, stripped off my femme clothes, and stood contemplating my suitcase with almost my complete wardrobe in it and tried to imagine what I would wear if I had the nerve to go to breakfast dressed. Decision time. "W will be with me to look after me", I thought and proceeded to take out my lingerie and my blue skirt and a pink blouse for the morning. But the fates had not finished with me yet.

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