Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty
“Mistress Sara,” I said hopefully as we drove south towards the city, “I could take you to a movie, or to dinner. That is, if you would like to..”
“Why thank you, Pamela,” Sara answered sincerely, “maybe some other night we could do that. But tonight we’re going to Deep Ellum. There’s a singles club there. We’re going to meet a friend of mine there. You’ll like it. Don’t worry.”
“But Mistress.”
“Please, Pamela, drop the “Mistress” for tonight. It gives me the creeps.
After all, you’re an anglo male, well, sort of male, and I’m a Mexican girl. You shouldn’t address me as if I were your queen, should you?”
“No, probably not, but Amanda requires.”
“Look around, Pamela. No Amanda in sight! Get it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Sara just sighed as she pulled her car into a crowded parking lot. Across the street was a warehouse which had been converted into a nightclub. Large neon signs flickered. Young twenty-somethings were milling around.
“Now remember,” Sara said as she held my hand and led me towards the club, “act like a girl. This isn’t a gay bar. You could get seriously hurt if the guys here realize you’re not female.”
“Well, then let’s not go in,” I said, frightened.
“Don’t be scared, silly girl. Just be yourself. You’ve worn skirts now for more than a month. Plus you’re taking all those female hormones. Come on, after a drink you’ll calm down.”
It was dark and crowded inside. A band was playing jazzy variations of 80’s pop music. I followed Sara to a small table. She ordered two bloody Marys, then left for the ladies room. As I sat sipping my drink, I felt that everyone was staring at me, questioning my sex, although in fact I was ignored by everyone. After all, the night was young and I was not, by any means, pretty. I continued sipping my drink, apprehensively.
I was on my second drink when at last Sara returned, accompanied by another young Hispanic girl. She was shorter than Sara, at about 5 foot 2, and had a full bosom, narrow waist, and very curvy hips. She was pretty, although not as pretty as Sara. Her skirt was very short, so short that I feared her panties would show were to bend down even slightly.
“Pamela, meet my friend Josie,” said Sara. Josie bent down and lightly kissed my cheek, then sat in the chair next to me.
“Pamela! Why you really are pretty,” Josie exclaimed.
“You anglo boys make the cutest girls!” Then Sara and Josie resumed their conversation, ignoring me. From what I could overhear, it was clear Josie was mostly interested in guys, and to her, I wasn’t really a guy at all. Sara, too, talked mostly of guys, but not of me. As I started on my third bloody Mary, I realized that the evening was not progressing as I had hoped.
Later, while Josie was talking on hell cell phone, I caught Sara’s attention.
“Sara,” I whispered, “I need to use the rest room.”
“OK,” she said.
“But Sara, you don’t understand. I need to go really bad.”
“So?”
“Well how can I go to the bathroom now,” I said with a tone of exasperation.
“Just go, Pamela. I won’t just up and leave you if you leave the table for a few minutes, silly.”
“No, Sara,” I said, my whisper getting ever louder, “I mean, I’m dressed like a girl. I can’t use the men’s room.”
Sara laughed.
“Oh, I get it. Jesus, Pamela, just use the ladies room! Didn’t I tell you to act like a girl? So act like one.” Josie finished her phone conversation and began relaying the latest to Sara. Ignored again by the two young ladies, I got up and slowly wended my way towards the ladies room. The club was crowded, and I was a bit wobbly from the alcohol.
Upon entering the ladies room, I realized I had now transgressed dangerously to the other side. While I had used, and cleaned, the women’s rest rooms at the Paradise View, that was different as I was always alone in them. Not so tonight. There were several girls in line waiting for a free stall. I took my place in line, and looked around the forbidden territory. There were large mirrors behind each sink, and full length mirrors near the exit. Young ladies were studying their faces in the mirrors, touching up their lipstick or powdering their faces. Suddenly I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a girl with orange and blue hair styled in a page- boy cut. She wore a t-shirt and jean skirt.
“Hi,” she said, “would you have a spare tampon? I left mine at home, and the dispensing machine is empty.”
“Ah.., yes, I believe I do,” I said as I fumbled through my purse. Sara had instructed me to always carry a couple of tampons in my purse, saying “you’re a girl now, you might begin to bleed at any time.” Now I realized that Sara was not making fun of me, but was looking ahead at my future safety. My hands trembled as I took the slender item from my purse and handed it to the girl.
“Thank you,” she said in what I though was an odd way. I noticed she was scrutinizing my face. Had she realized my secret? Luckily a stall was vacated, so I quickly slipped into it, closed the door, carefully pulled down my pantyhose and panties, raised the skirt of my dress and sat down to pee, girl style. I shuddered a sigh of relief.
“That was John,” Josie said as she put the cell phone back into her purse.
“The guys will be here in a few minutes.”
“Great,” exclaimed Sara.
“Maybe we can dance a bit, then go to my place.
Amanda is out of town for the weekend.”
“But there’s one problem, Sara. They’re with Roger, and you know Roger will want to leave right away if John and Mike pair up with us, unless he hooks up with a girl, too. I was thinking of introducing Roger to my cousin Juana, but she’s already got a date tonight. Well, let’s hope Roger picks up a barfly here. Otherwise, the guys will surely leave with him. You know how they stick together on Friday nights.”
“Yeah,” Sara said in a concerned tone of voice, “If Roger leaves, it’s adios to John and Mike.”
“But.,” Sara continued after a thinking for a few moments, “maybe, just maybe, Roger and Pamela can hook up. That would solve our problem, Josie.”
“Pamela! That’s a real laugh, Sara. Pamela’s a guy.”
“Yes, she is, I suppose,” Sara continued, thinking aloud, “but she looks a lot like a girl, doesn’t she?”
“Si, Pamela es un muy bonita, por el hombre,” Josie laughed.
“After all, that’s a real sexy dress he’s wearing. But Roger will be trying real hard to get that dress off of her. What happens when he feels Pamela up, Sara? Things could get real messy.”
“Oh, Josie. Pamela’s not stupid. She can say she’s on her period or something. Most girls don’t have sex with a guy on their first night out, you know.”
“Es loco, Sara. But Pamela’s your friend. Do what you want.”
“Pamela’s not my friend, Josie. I just work with her.”
Does he even like guys? I mean, I know he’s wearing a dress and all. But I’ve read in Cosmo about straight guys who like to play dress up.”
“Well.,” Sara paused, then continued, “No, I guess not. He’s not really gay, Josie. But I really want to spend some time with Mike. Pamela will play along with this for one night, if I ask her to. Believe me, she’ll do anything I ask. Just don’t you mention it to the guys, OK?”
“Not a chance, chica, not a chance! I want no part of this.”
I remained in the stall for what seemed to be a long time, as I was not anxious to be seen leaving the ladies room, and I worried that the girl I had given my tampon to would be waiting. I just sat in there and contemplated fate’s twists. I was hoping the room might empty so that I could leave unnoticed. But it just seemed to get busier. I felt like an eavesdropping lowlife, or a peeping tom. I overheard the women coming and going, mostly talking about the “three B’s”: bitches, boyfriends, and babies. Finally, fearful that Sara might leave without me, I pulled up my panties and pantyhose, carefully tucking my penis down under, and exited. To my surprise, nobody paid me any notice.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty.
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