Chapter 8. Wildside.

Sleep was hard to come by as I lay alone in my hotel bed, touching my ears and running over in my mind all that had happened. All the adrenaline and the constant , alternate feelings of euphoria and panic had taken their toll, and eventually I fell asleep. I wakened a couple of hours later and found myself in every woman's dilemma.....what to wear? Before I had left home I had purchased a lovely white skirt. It had been on sale and a size bigger than I normally take. I bought it because I knew that it would fit at the waist. The hips had been too wide, but I had thrown it into my case for casual wear in Mary's house. It turned out that W was an expert with the sewing machine and she had taken it in and it now fitted me perfectly. How much do I owe that angel of a woman? With my light blue silk blouse and my white 2" heels and my pink [and only] jacket, I felt great. My new silver necklace, of course, and my makeup and lipstick, also beige thigh high stay up stockings, and I was ready to face the world again. Checking my purse [a lady never goes without her purse] and making sure I had my lipstick and compact and comb and brush and ......well, you know the routine, I knocked on Mary and W's door and announced that Janey was ready to go to Toronto's famous cross dresser's club, Wildside.

This time there were a few people in the elevator and the old butterflies started up again, but W and J kept up a conversation and Mary and I just nodded and smiled and no one noticed. Past the doorman, into a cab, another roller coaster ride and we stopped at a row of houses opposite a park. Very sedate looking. We all piled out and as I turned to go up the steps, I asked W to take my picture. I was so nervous that I think I forgot to give her my camera. She must have used her own, because at the time of this writing, I have not got the picture among my own, and not yet received any from Mary and W.

We all trooped up the steps into a small hallway, turned left and I was in the famous Wildside club. On this level there were books and magazines and shoes and clothes and video tapes and breast forms and wigs, and oh, just about anything the dedicated cross dresser could desire. Mary and W were busy saying hello to A, the young teenage girl behind the counter and I was staring goggle eyed at all the CD books and magazines. Mary's sister J was also drinking it all in with wide eyed wonder. I wandered and wondered along , looking at the shelves and trying to take it all in. I was here at last, complete with pierced ears and en femme. Maybe there is a god after all and she is looking after me.

Having paid our entrance fee, we went back out into the hall and up the stairs where we were met by a large but harmless German shepherd dog. Like all good dogs, she lay across the door where she could cause maximum inconvenience. Having checked us out and decided that we were genuine cross dressers, she allowed us to enter the "living room." We turned left at the top of the stairs and entered. Facing me was a bay window overlooking the park. The door was in the right hand corner of the room. Along the wall to my left was a long bench seat and a long high table with high stools, just like a bar. The wall on my left was a full mirror, where we could admire ourselves. The wall facing me as I said, was the outside wall with the window. There was a floor model tv [not TV] in the corner. The wall to the right had a couch and a small round table and a rocking chair against it. There was a round high table and a few stools in the bay window. Sitting at the bar type table was a person wearing some kind of think powder on his face, in deep conversation with another man in drab. Where were all the cross dressers?

We all settled round the table in the window and Mary went off to the kitchen and came back with soft drinks. It seems that your entrance fee gives you free run of all the facilities. We were chatting away when Mary said to me, "Why don't you go and explore?" Good idea, so I wandered down stairs again, stepping over Sally the dog who was still lying across the door. Downstairs I went through the shop, looking in more detail at the magazines, books, clothes etc. It was like being a kid in a toy shop at Christmas. My finances were a bit drained with the cost of this vacation, so I limited myself to buying a nice ring. It was adjustable so that it could fit a larger male finger. Donning my new purchase, I went back upstairs, but instead of turning left at the top, I turned right and went in to the kitchen. It was your typical kitchen, but over in the corner was a flight of narrow stairs.

Treading carefully in my heels, for the stairs were rather steep, I went up and found myself in a large dressing room. A long mirror with lights ran along the left hand wall, just like you see in the movies of the stars dressing rooms. On the right hand wall was a stereo system playing background music. Against the far wall facing me were two single beds with a curtain rail over them and a heavy curtain which was pulled back. A short corridor on my left went back the other way to a very large bathroom. The bath was enormous and looked very inviting. I went back down stairs and joined Mary and W and J at the table in the window and was just in time to see Holly parking her car just beneath us. I watched to see what this cross dresser was like. She had gone out for the first time with Mary and W not too long ago and was now out of the closet and making no attempt to pass.

Holly parked her car and stopped to have a word with two "girls" who had just come out the front door. They must have been downstairs. A few minutes later we were introduced to Holly, and in no time were chatting away. In spite of her height [over 6'] Holly looked very passable. She was wearing a pretty pink blouse and a short, not quite mini, brown skirt, stockings and flat pumps. Just peeking through her blouse I could see she was wearing a lacy camisole or slip. Here was a girl after my own heart. Mary was lamenting that there were none of the regular girls around that she would like me to have met, so it was decided that we would all go in Holly's car and go back to the Mango for dinner. Down stairs we all trooped and just as we got to the bottom of the stairs, the front door opened.

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