Chapter 10. Breakfast.

When my wife was leaving the previous day, we had set the radio alarm for 6:15 and it turned out that this was more than enough time to get breakfast and get her to the airport. I had left the clock at that time to be sure that I would not sleep in. I took a long time to get to sleep. Partly the excitement of the previous day and partly nerves about going to breakfast en femme. Mary and W and J would be there and I figured I might not be noticed too much.

I had a long luxurious bath, shaved my legs, had a very close shave and proceeded to do my makeup. I was feeling as nervous as I had been on my first walk in the park. Finally I

dressed in my blue skirt and pink blouse. I had on a white full slip, white panties, a white lacy bra and thigh high stockings and my white heels that I had worn the evening before. With my makeup and lipstick on I was feeling very femme, but very nervous. I was a bit early, so I sat down to wait for Mary and W to appear.

After some time, with my nerves building more and more, I finally knocked on the communicating door. "Is that you , Janey?" came a muffled voice. "Yes, it's me", I replied. "Come in." Not quite so muffled now. I entered to find Mary and W still in bed. "Janey, do us a favor", said Mary. "Go down to the mezzanine and get us some coffee. There is a table set up there with free coffee to drink while you wait for the restaurant to open at 7." "But, but" I stammered. "Go on, you'll be fine", said Mary. I walked out into the corridor feeling numb. I was alone. What if there was a jock football team in the elevator? What if the elevator got stuck and firemen had to rescue me? What if......"ping".....the elevator had arrived. The door opened and there was no one there. I stepped in and as the door closed, I suddenly realized I was on the 22nd floor. What if the elevator stopped at every floor and all these people got on and....."ping"....the door opened and I was at the mezzanine.

I stepped out into the corridor and looked both ways. No one, nothing. I turned right walked to the corner and turned right again. A dead end. Just a closed door with "Banquet Hall" on it. I went back the other way, past the elevator doors and turned left. There in front of me was a large lobby. Beyond it was the dining room with just a kind of rail separating it from the lobby . Against a wall on my right was the table with the coffee and all over the lobby was a bunch of elderly people having coffee and waiting for the dining room to open. It was a tour bus that had stopped overnight at the hotel and they were all leaving after breakfast. There was a line up at the coffee pot. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I joined the line and waited for the sky to fall in. NO ONE PAID ME ANY ATTENTION! I reached the coffee and poured, all the time waiting for someone to say something. Trying not to run, I walked as sedately as I could back to the elevator, passing close to a number of people as I did so. Still no one noticed. I pressed the button, still shaking, and had visions of a whole bus tour flooding out as the elevator door opened. The door opened and there was no one there. Into the elevator, no one in the corridor, in to Mary's room, and handed them the coffee. Mary said thanks as though Janey going out alone for coffee was the most natural thing in the world.

I made it to the elevator again, and again there was no one in it. I got off at the mezzanine, and knowing where to go this time, I turned left and left again and I was facing the dining room. The tour bus people had all gone in to breakfast and the lobby was empty. There was just this vast expanse of lobby to traverse, alone, as I walked to the break in the rail that was the dining room entrance. Trying not to appear nervous I walked to the rail, and just as I was about to walk through, the lady in charge came over and said, "Are you looking for your friends? I don't think they are down yet." Oh! God! She must have recognized me from the morning before when I was here with my wife. She gave no sign of having read me and at that moment I caught sight of J serving herself at the buffet. "She's there", I stuttered to the lady and almost ran to J.

J gave me a big smile and said I looked nice. I served myself some food and we went and sat down at the table. A young waiter came over and poured orange juice and asked if I would like coffee. I just nodded and kept my head down concentrating on my food. J started a conversation and as no one was paying attention to me, I relaxed and was soon chatting away. Mary and W turned up just then and we had a nice breakfast together. We all went up to our rooms then to pack and prepare to check out. This time, as I stripped off my femme clothes and washed off my makeup, I knew it was finally over.

We checked out and went to the parking lot and loaded up Mary's jeep. We had an uneventful ride to the airport. They dropped me at the departures entrance and we all said good-bye with lots of hugs. The flight home was routine. As I waited for my luggage, I phoned my wife to let her know that I had arrived OK. She told me that my friends had left my van at the airport for me. I collected my case, went into the airport parking lot and found my van. I threw in my case, got in, checked out of the parking lot and started driving on the familiar streets to my home. As I drove, I found it hard to believe that just a few hours before, I was sitting en femme in a hotel in down town Toronto with my friends, Mary and W and J. I touched my ears and felt the studs in them and smiled. It had really happened.

I wish I could say that this story had a happy ending and that Janey came out of the closet and lived happily ever after. But this is reality, and I have promised my wife that no one except my net friends will know about Janey. I have a wife who is OK with my dressing at home, I have a wardrobe full of lovely clothes. I have a drawer full of lacy lingerie and I have my ears pierced, and I have wonderful net friends. We all have to compromise in life for the sake of our loved ones and I am a lot luckier than a lot of my friends. But you know, sometimes I wish...........

Janey Lang

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