I told my wife, who wanted to come along, so I dressed, wearing a skirt and blouse, but brought along my best dress and my makeup kit and spare wig. Cheryl was very pleasant, and wore trim slacks and a peasant top when we met her for the first time. After some preparation, she not only did a makeover on me, she also let me wear several of her wigs and two of the outfits she wears in her shows. I was in Heaven! My wife took pictures of me, posed several different ways, then Cheryl went to change. To say she looked spectacular is an understatement. I know a number of real women that would like to look as good as she does! We had a small dinner together, then my wife and I went home. I changed, and developed the pictures, made the prints, and sent them to her. That night, my wife again almost attacked me. Maybe I was onto something here! Cheryl called and told me she was getting lots of compliments about her new photos. After showing her new pictures to some of the entertainers she worked with, she asked if I would be willing to come to the club and shoot pictures of all the girls who worked there. She also mentioned that once the other girls found out that I also loved to dress, they offered to help me by showing me other tricks they use plus more makeovers. She said they wanted to see if they could make me into a sexy alluring woman. I agreed, and that weekend my wife and I went to the club where she worked, which is when I met Ron for the first time.

Ron is a very wealthy businessman that loves drag queens, but he especially loves them if they are post-op Transsexuals. Since moving to Florida, I had bounced around at a few different sales jobs, but never seemed to find one that I liked. It was because of the pictures I did for the Cheryl and a few of the other girls that Ron later offered to hire me as the club photographer for the 2 drag clubs he owned. The steady money was more than a nice supplement to my income, and the chance to be around such stunning impersonators was a real treat for me. A few months later, and after a few makeover sessions with the club's entertainers, I brought some photos of myself to the club. Ron saw them, not knowing it was me, because he had never seen me in the club dressed as a woman. His eyes pop wide open and he said, "I didn't know she was back in this area! Where is she living now? I have to find her!" It turned out that when I'm dressed, I'm almost the twin sister of a transsexual he was madly in love with. He had forced her to break off their relationship by being overly possessive of her. He wanted her all to himself, and she wasn't allowed to pursue the lucrative video and modeling career she had always wanted. That was a few years back, but it was obvious that he still carried the torch for her. When he found out that the twin of this girl was actually me, he tried everything he could think of to get me to come to the club dressed while I was doing my photography. He wasn't very happy when I told him that I was married, and my wife knew that I dressed as a woman. That meant that I had no intention of getting entangled with him. Three of the girls working there explained his reputation for being possessive, and I was thankful for the tip they gave me.

My wife got use to the idea of me taking photos of female impersonators, and she enjoyed all the extra money I was bringing home from all the referrals, so she didn't get upset when some of the girls called and asked for private photo sessions. I had been looking for a way to tell my wife that my love of dressing as a woman was getting stronger, when Cheryl came over. Together we told my wife that Ron really wanted to see me dressed, then Cheryl told my wife that all the entertainers wanted to have some fun with me. They wanted to dress me as if I was going on stage rather than for the street, and we could set up a photo session by dressing me as a woman in some of their outfits. It would be just for the fun of it, to see how I'd look. We all agreed on it, and set a date, which was a week from Saturday. My wife I went to Cheryl's house a few hours before I was due at the club. We decided to take the extra time to do my makeup find an outfit that would turn every head in the club, and when Cheryl said she had it, she was right! Especially when it came to Ron's reaction when he saw me!

Cheryl had me shave my legs and chest again, then she attached some very natural looking B cup breastforms. I was so happy to see myself with boobs that I almost had a heart attack. She spent about an hour making sure that my makeup was absolutely perfect, then Cheryl shocked me when she said that I could wear her favorite dress which was a snug fitting deep blue sequined cocktail style dress with a hem that was almost 3 inches above my knees. It was low cut with long sleeves that slightly billowed at my shoulders. Then she gave me a pair of beautiful dangle style, clip-on rhinestone earrings to wear. She added a gorgeous matching necklace and had me step into a pair of her shoes that were blue sequined 3 inch heels which matched the dress. She topped off my outfit with a gorgeous auburn wig which she styled to perfection. She looked at my hands and shook her head. The next thing I knew she and my wife were gluing fake nail extensions to my fingernails, which were painted a deep red. When I finally got up and was able to see the "new me" I was speechless! I would marry the person looking back at me in the mirror without hesitation! Cheryl had made my lifetime dream come true! My wife was shaken by the way I looked, but smiling as we left the house.

When I entered the club, everyone was watching me as I walked into the room next to where the stage was located. Within a few minutes a few guys approached me asking all kinds of questions and wanting to buy me drinks! Cheryl and my wife quickly dragged me into the ladies room, saying that I needed to touch up my hair. While we were in there, Cheryl told me that Ron had seen me and he was in love all over again, which was a shock to me, and my wife! Now what do I do?

When we came out of the ladies room, and saw that Ron was waiting there for us, or shall I say he was waiting for me. He took my hand and kissed it! Then he went on to give me compliment after compliment about how gorgeous and feminine I looked. He escorted me to a special table that he had reserved, close to the stage, telling me that it was "our" table now. He could tell that I was very nervous and started to tone down his aggressiveness a little, but when the DJ played a slow song (I think Ron had pre-arranged it) he pulled me up and said lets dance. As we started to dance I tried to position my hands like a proper lady, one hand in his and the other on the corner of his shoulder. Well, that didn't last too long when he pulled me close and I found both of my arms around his neck and his arms encircling me, with one hand in the middle of my back and the other creeping slowly down to massage my rear! I looked over and did not see Cheryl or my wife at the table, or anywhere else!