Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 06:14:35 +0000
From: Dana Lange <dlange6969@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex Roles 101(Part 2) - TG Story

			       Sex Roles 101
				  Part 2
				     5

As they began to walk out of his "dressing room", Dennis felt a 
surge in his crotch. He was experiencing an overload of sensations and 
emotions and this swell was coming up hard against the physical restrictions 
of his new gender and the mental restrictions of his maleness. The 
electrifying feeling of the nylons against his smooth legs, and the gentle 
swish of the silky chemise against that material on his thighs doubled the 
strange, compelling sense of freedom and pleasure that was racing through 
his veins. He felt panicked because he was momentarily confused as to who he 
was. Combined with this were the little explosions of extreme sexual 
pleasure that washed over his body in gentle waves and he could no longer 
control himself. His penis was refusing to back down and was determined to 
achieve gorged status.  Three steps towards the door in his heels and the 
medical tape that had been concealing his manhood for the last two hours 
snapped. He almost stumbled when this happened. Luckily, Jen was holding his 
hand and caught him before he fell. There was now a noticeable bulge between 
his legs and Jen saw it immediately.

"Terry, you go ahead and tell the rest of the class we will be out 
in about five minutes, I just remembered I wanted to tell Dennis something 
first to help him present himself," Jen instructed.

"OK. Don't be too long girlfriends - I can't wait to see everyone's 
reaction!" Terry replied.

After Terry had vacated the room, Jen turned to Dennis with a look of 
pity.

"My dear little Denise - I see you've escaped your 
confinement," she teased, thrusting her free hand between his legs 
playfully.

At her touch, Dennis felt of flood of emotion. His penis stood at almost 
full attention under his panties and hose, but his mind was swirling in 
confusion and frozen in self-conscious shame.

"Jesus, this stuff is really messing with my head Jen!" was all 
he could get out, trembling, knees knocking together noticeably, and on the 
verge of tears.

"Who wouldn't be confused and scared at this point sweetie. I am NOT 
looking forward to when the girls have to do this," she responded 
consolingly. "Maybe there is something I can do to relax you a little 
before we go out there."

Jen eased him back into a sitting position on one of the beds. Dennis 
found himself unconsciously crossing his legs, but this was made very 
uncomfortable both by the restrictive clothing and the status of his 
manhood. Jen proceeded to kneel before him and spread his trembling legs. He 
was further aroused by the gentle touch of her burgundy painted nails 
against his pantyhosed inner thighs.

"Nothing a little therapy and some more medical tape can't 
fix," Jen said with a hint of playful sexuality. "I'm guessing 
this won't take but a minute."

She peered searchingly into his eyes for a moment before slowly walking 
her fingers up to his engorged crotch and pulling down his panties and 
pantyhose. Dennis let out gasp of air as his sweating member was set free. 
Jen looked admiringly at his erection - a sight she had seen many times 
while they were going out.

"I had forgotten how much I missed this," she whispered before 
leaning forward and slowly caressing his now pulsing erection with her 
heavily glossed lips.

She was right, of course. Dennis had always had trouble coming during 
oral sex, but not this time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced 
before. His mind was being overwhelmed by alien sensations but his body took 
it all in and seemed to focus it. Less than a minute into Jen's slow, 
sensual lip and tongue massage, Dennis found himself sprawled back out on 
the bed, forcefully spewing a large load of cum into Jen's welcoming mouth. 
All the anxieties and sexual confusion that had been building up in him 
since this experiment began several hours before momentarily drained out of 
him as he released into his ex-girlfriend's eager lips.

"Ummmmm, I think femininity suits you my little ex-lover. Your cum 
tastes much sweeter than it used to for some reason. Seeing you all dolled 
up kind of turns me on too," she said, standing back up and wiping the 
remnants of his sperm from her ample lips. "You have a kind of sexy 
Jennifer Connelly look going that I'm finding irresistible. But, we are 
supposed to be learning about gender, aren't we! Now lets get you taped back 
up and show your sweet ass off!"

As he carefully stepped down the hallway (he still had some work ahead of 
him getting used to heels!), now retaped and secure, and into the foyer, he 
was greeted with a round of applause and a few friendly, feminine attempts 
at cat calls. The shaking in his legs returned as he emerged into the view 
of the class. He found himself unable to meet their eyes and he stood before 
them looking down at his shapely legs and high heeled feet still in shock at 
the transformation. It was one thing to do this in front of Jen and Terry 
and his classmates, but now there was Dr. Hanson, an authority figure as 
well, and he found himself a bit flustered. He looked around for his 
compatriot in this process, Jeremy, but did not see him.

He then realized his error. He had been looking for Jeremy, and not the 
newly transformed "Jesse." Jeremy was clad in a similar outfit to 
his but in a different color; a dark red chemise and red leather patent high 
heels. Jeremy was blond and so he was sporting a shoulder length strawberry 
blonde wig in a Betty Page style. His eyebrows were now pencil thin and 
steeply arched and his new bangs curled around in front of his chin, giving 
him a thin facial look. He wore false eyelashes, a thick, bright red 
covering of lipstick, and dark black eye shadow that served to accentuate 
his striking blue eyes. It was apparent to Dennis that Jeremy was also 
wearing a corset and probably medical tape as well, since his waist was even 
thinner than his and his front was femininely smooth. He was helped by the 
fact that he was only about 5'5" and even skinnier than Dennis. The 
overall effect was utterly sexy, but with a somehow less sophisticated and 
sluttier look than Dennis. He also looked much younger than his 19 years, 
maybe 17 or 16. Pangs of jealousy shot through him at the realization that 
Jeremy was maybe even more beautiful and feminine looking than he was at the 
moment. He made a mental note to ask how he could get his eyes to look that 
sexy. Did he just think that? This was getting weirder by the minute.

This feminine illusion of "Jesse" was soon broken, however, 
when Dennis spotted Jeremy fidgeting and pulling at his crotch, obviously in 
extreme discomfort. He was also very unsteady on his heels and had to lean 
on a nearby classmate most of the time to retain his balance. Dennis caught 
Jeremy's eye with a quick understanding glance and Jeremy reciprocated. 
Well, it looks like Jeremy is taking this even harder than I am, Dennis 
thought. He would try to make some time later to get together with Jeremy 
and talk about those parts of their experience that, at least for the 
moment, they were not ready to share.

"Alright class. Gather around. I want our two subjects to stand here 
in the middle. I see your initial work has exceeded all my expectations! You 
two simply look gorgeous!" spurted Dr. Hanson.

"Now I realize all this is a bit of a shock. But if you boys just 
stick with it, stay calm, and remember to try to act as confident as 
possible, we will get you through this and you may even find yourself 
learning something. For the next several weeks I want you to try and forget 
your male persona. I'm going to ask both of you to see this through to the 
end. It will get easier, believe me. To that end, I am going to ask you to 
start thinking of yourself as women 24 hours a day. You will be living, 
breathing, eating, and sleeping as women, and right or wrong, there are 
certain social conventions all we women must live by. Understand? And again 
- try to have a little fun with this," Dr. Hanson instructed her two 
new "girls."

Over the next hour Dennis and Jeremy were urged to share their initial 
experience with the class. They talked about the utter feeling of nakedness 
after they had shaved, their feelings of shame and confusion at the 
transformation that was contradicting twenty years of gender indoctrination, 
as well as their budding understandings of the physical hardships women went 
through on a regular basis to look good for their male counterparts. They 
also touched on sexual feelings and how being dressed as a female tended to 
subconsciously increase their modesty and decrease their ability to 
"think like a typical male." Much to Dennis and Jeremy's 
consternation, around four o'clock, Dr. Hanson disbanded the group back to 
their bedrooms with instructions to get the "girls" and themselves 
ready to go out to eat. They would be going to a nearby sushi bar and the 
dress was semi-casual. As Jen and Terry escorted an increasingly panicked 
Dennis back to their room, Jeremy shot Dennis a pleading glance. Dennis 
could only return the same look.

				     6

"OK, first we have to take care of your nails. Terry, grab that 
file, polish, and the acrylic nails. You do his fingers while I take care of 
the toes. We should probably start with some shorter nails until you get 
used to them," Jen directed.

While Dennis sat in a chair between the beds, splayed out and being 
pampered, the girls worked furiously. First they filed his existing nails to 
a shapelier form. He was only slightly embarrassed at this point to realize 
he hadn't clipped his toenails in several weeks. Once this initial cleanup 
was completed, Jen applied several coats of dark red polish to his toes 
while Terry glued the acrylic nails to his fingers. Once dried, they seemed 
to be on solidly and Dennis marveled at this new part of his development. He 
was a bit stimulated as he moved his now womanly hands down along his body 
and sneakily caressed his legs. Then came several coats of the same polish 
to his new fingernails. While these dried, Terry and Jen raided the large 
closet for what he would wear out.

"Guys, I'm not so sure about this," Dennis offered pleadingly. 
"Isn't a little soon to be going out? I can barely walk in these 
heels."

"Nonsense," Terry replied. "From what I can tell, you've 
had some previous experience in heels - you're a natural. Besides, you look 
drop dead gorgeous Denise. You let us do the talking, remember to keep your 
legs together when you sit, and just smile, and no one will even know about 
your little secret. And remember, from now on you are Denise. Don't worry, 
you'll just be one of the girls in the group tonight. We'll try not to make 
you look too sexy, OK?"

Dennis did not feel very confident or comfortable. He was a guy, fully 
shaved and dressed as a girl and about to go out in public, and it wasn't 
even Halloween! The one thing that kept him sane was the thought that at 
least he wouldn't be alone in this.

They picked out a simple black miniskirt and a burgundy wool faux 
turtle-neck sweater for him to wear. He kept the chemise on as it fit 
perfectly underneath the new outfit and kept the lines of the corset hidden. 
The miniskirt was rather tight-fitting and really accentuated his new 
curvaceous hips and legs. He had to plead with the girls for new shoes, and 
they finally capitulated since it was his first night. They settled on a 
pair of matching burgundy, one-inch pumps with little bow-ties on the front. 
It was not Dennis' first choice, but it was better than the two-inch heels 
he had been wearing.

The outfit was completed with some jewelry and a small black leather 
pocketbook. He donned a pair of silver clip-on earrings with little fake 
tear drop pearls hanging from them. A matching silver necklace, a couple 
small dainty rings, and several jangly bracelets finished the college-girl 
look. They had him walk around the room several times so they could see him 
from all angles and make sure their creation was as flawless and feminine as 
possible. As this proceeded, Dennis found himself concentrating more and 
more on maintaining his feminine look and walk and less on his discomfort 
and worry. As a result, his posture began to more realistically reflect that 
of a female. With a few quick tips from the girls he was starting to gain 
some confidence.

All three girls then retired to the large bathroom mirror to touch up 
their make-up and give Dennis a crash course in maintaining himself should 
the need arise. They instructed him on what make-up he needed to bring, and 
while he fished around in his pile of male clothes for his money, credit 
card and ID, the girls finished up on themselves. Depositing his now small 
cache of feminine products and money into his pocketbook, Dennis resigned 
himself to relaxing and making the most of the situation. He was slowly 
compiling a useful collection of observations on the psychological and 
physical manifestations of his change and how these were already affecting 
his thought processes and his interactions with the girls. They seemed to be 
much more comfortable around him dressed as a women; more confiding and 
supportive. He also felt more in tune, in touch, with how his classmates 
were feeling at any moment than previously - which he had to admit had been 
nonexistent before.

After gathering the group back out in the suite foyer, Dr. Hanson gave a 
short speech.

"All - as we proceed with this experiment, I want you to pay 
particular attention to a couple of things. First of all, note any changes 
in the interpersonal communications between and among yourselves and any 
outsiders you encounter. Try to notice if there are any changes when the 
group gender dynamic is altered as it is now. Also pay attention to how our 
brave subjects' attitudes, body language, and voices evolve as the evening 
and as the days go by. Try to think of the possible psychological or 
internal versus social or external reasons for whatever changes you note and 
begin to think of a theme for your thesis. Any aspect of these changes is 
acceptable as long as you back it up with observation, background data, and 
strong arguments. Now, having said that, I don't want to attract too much 
unwanted attention to our new sisters, so leave your pens and pads behind 
and just make mental notes. Just think of tonight as a getting to know 
everyone party. You can begin documenting everything when we return after 
dinner."

As they were exiting the suite and making their way down the long hallway 
to the elevators, Dennis was able to catch up to Jeremy. He was wearing a 
beautiful beige and mauve floral pattern, long-sleeve minidress with a hem 
that ended a good eight inches above his knees. It had a low cut front that 
really showed off his ample cleavage. He also had a similarly colored silk 
scarf wrapped around his thin neck to conceal his slightly protruding adam's 
apple. He definitely looked like he had gained a little confidence in heels 
as he now sported a pair of light brown, strappy sandals with a two-inch 
heel and was moving efficiently in them. The dress was extremely 
form-fitting and highlighted his hourglass shape and protruding rear. His 
body was now on a par with Jen, Dennis thought jealously.

"Your feet killing you yet?" asked Dennis as he came along side 
Jeremy.

"Surprisingly, these sandals aren't too bad yet," he replied, 
stopping for a moment, leaning forward, lifting his shapely left leg up 
behind him and expertly adjusting the strap with his left hand. "Looks 
like your helpers took it a little easier on you than me."

"But that dress looks awesome on you Jeremy," Dennis said, 
perhaps a little too excitedly for his own good.

"Please, call me Jesse when we're like this Denise. If we're going 
to look the part, might as well start thinking it too. I figure it's the 
only way to come out of this alive. And you look sexy in your outfit as 
well," he replied with a grin.

"I guess you're right. This whole thing has my mind going in 
circles. I'm still trying to get my head around what's happening to us. Do 
you mind if we have a little private get together to talk over a couple 
things after dinner when we get back? I'd like to get your unique 
perspective on some things," Denise asked as they crowded into the open 
elevator with the rest of the class.

"Sure. Sounds good."

The rest of the girls were dressed a little more casually, although Jen 
had changed into a tight fitting and low cut black see-through blouse with a 
visible black bra beneath, and a denim miniskirt, and managed to shine above 
everyone else in beauty and sex appeal by a wide margin, except perhaps for 
Jesse.

The lobby was buzzing with activity. Jesse and Denise both paused as the 
elevator doors opened, but were playfully pushed out by the girls behind 
them. They would find out later there was some kind of corporate retreat 
group just arriving and in town for the next week. Denise could feel the 
stares of a couple of the men in the lobby as they passed. There was one 
small group, all wearing expensive, finely tailored suits and cracking 
jokes, and he felt somehow intimidated by them. As he stole a glance their 
way, Denise noticed that one man, tall with wide shoulders, curly brown 
hair, and sporting a smoky gray suit was staring directly back. Oh my god, 
he thought, he knows I'm a freaking guy! This is not good Denise, not good. 
We are going to get the crap beaten out of us. Now wait, calm down. His look 
isn't hostile, is it? He couldn't help but crack a slight smile before 
looking away. The next moment however, they were exiting the hotel and he 
could breathe again (as much as was possible in the constricting corset).

A swirling wind greeted them on the steps outside, and Denise found 
himself reveling in how the breeze was whipping through his hair, between 
his hairless legs and going up his skirt in a light tickling wave. Another 
shudder ran through him. He couldn't tell if it was his nervousness, 
excitedness, or simply the cold that caused it. Probably all. It was 
definitely a different sensation being outside dressed as a woman. It 
somehow felt more freeing, more exciting, more daring. There were more men 
out in the parking lot and one or two let out a couple crude whistles aimed 
their way. Denise was partly mortified by this, but also partly thrilled. It 
was somehow exciting to realize these men thought he was a sexy woman, 
although they were probably looking more at Jen and Jesse.

They had to take a couple vehicles to the restaurant and Jen, Denise, 
Terry, and another girl named Darla went in Jen's car. It was quite a trying 
experience in the art of contortion for Denise to squeeze into the back of 
Jen's Toyota Corolla. He didn't want to get a run in his pantyhose and 
bending anymore than a few degrees was definitely out of the question 
because of the corset. In addition, his now expanded hips, rear, and chest 
made the task that much more difficult.

The dinner was fairly uneventful, and both Denise and Jesse were thankful 
that their waitress barely spoke English. It was also a bonus that they were 
seated at a short traditional Japanese table and had to take off their shoes 
to sit. The real girls did all the ordering, although Denise was sure at 
least one of the servers overheard him ask Dr. Hanson a quick question in a 
voice rather husky for a woman of his present looks. But he did notice that 
his voice was automatically becoming a little softer in tone and higher in 
pitch; not yet fully feminine, but improving. Dr. Hanson mentioned that in 
the days ahead, one of the things they would be working on was developing a 
female voice. Amazingly, he found himself ordering a light dish and he 
couldn't even finish that. Must be this corset - hard to have an appetite 
when your gut is being squeezed like a vice, he thought. Another dilemma 
arose when Denise realized about halfway through the evening that he needed 
to go to the bathroom.

"Jen, I have to pee! I can't go to the men's room. Will you 
go with me to the ladies room?" Denise whispered.

"Of course, girlfriend. Nothing to be afraid of," she replied 
snidely.

The real problem was untaping himself so that he could go. He would have 
to ask Dr. Hanson if there was another, more easily reversible method for 
concealing his manhood. This time, however, he had to deal with gently 
unwrapping the tape so that it could be reapplied when finished. This took a 
good five extra minutes, although by female standards, he still didn't spend 
an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom. Before going back out he 
quickly assessed his makeup and applied a touch of lip gloss. As he did 
this, pursing his lips, he was again struck by the radical difference in his 
appearance. There was very little trace left of manhood in the image that 
stared back at him from the mirror. He experienced a panicked moment then 
that he would never get his old self back, that he would be stuck in the 
nether world of the transvestite experiment forever.  The moment passed, 
however. After all, nothing done to him was permanent. He knew who he was, 
didn't he? The image of Jen's lips around his stiff penis restored him. He 
returned to the group a little more relaxed and confident in the feminine 
image he was exploring.

On the way back to the hotel, it was now Denise and Jesse riding with Dr. 
Hanson. The real girls had all piled into Jen's car and took off before 
them.

"Girls, I just want to say that you have been real troopers so far. 
Don't get me wrong, there is lots of work ahead of us, but you have gone 
through the most difficult part - accepting the change and exploring it. I 
was closely observing both of you during dinner and was amazed at how 
quickly you have both been picking up the little things that distinguish 
women from men. I see I made the right decision in getting you both into 
this class. How do you both feel? Still up for the challenge?" Dr. 
Hanson asked.

At that moment their front right tire blew out. Dr. Hanson managed to get 
the car to the side of the road quickly without incident. Denise and Jesse 
both looked at each other questioningly. In their male personas they would 
not have hesitated to jump out there and change the tire, but circumstances 
were now radically different.

"Alright. I'll do it," Denise sighed.

"Hold on girls. Let me show you a little advantage of being of the 
fairer sex. Why should we dirty our nice clothes or break our carefully 
manicured nails changing a tire when there are tons of men out on the road 
everyday perfectly willing to do it for us if we ask nicely?" Dr. 
Hanson lectured.

After about one minute of waving at passing cars, she got a pick-up truck 
to pull over. A short, stocky man wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, 
cowboy boots, and a t-shirt emerged.

"You ladies seem to be in some distress. Can I help?" he asked 
with a bit of rural drawl.

"Thank god! I've never done this before and neither have my young 
students," Dr. Hanson replied breathlessly, holding one hand to her 
chest and walking over to the man and pointing back at Jesse and Denise in 
her car.

Denise spotted the man giving Dr. Hanson a thorough look-over from head 
to toe as they both headed back to the car, and he felt a little creeped 
out. He was sure he had given plenty of women the same kind of look, but now 
it just seemed scary. They had to vacate the car while the man changed the 
tire. It was getting a little cold at this point, so Jesse and Denise found 
themselves shivering close to each other, holding hands on the side of the 
road, and watching the man do his mechanical handiwork. They exchanged a few 
subdued girly giggles while the man was bent over, exposing a hairy butt 
crack. They were sure the man heard them, but he never showed it. Dr. Hanson 
was off by herself calling the hotel so the girls knew where they were. When 
he was done, Dr. Hanson thanked him profusely, even offering him a little 
money for his trouble, but he refused politely and then left.

"Did you see the gaping crevice on that guy's butt?" Dr. Hanson 
spurted out.

They all burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Denise reflected on the 
moment. He was standing in a miniskirt, pantyhose, and high heels and 
laughing like a girl at a man's butt crack. It felt right, though. And 
besides, it was goddamn funny! He shrugged his lingering doubts off and the 
three of them laughed the rest of the way home.

				     7

Once back at the hotel, Jen and Terry were already getting changed and 
ready to hit the nightclub downstairs for some after dinner drinks and maybe 
some dancing. They pleaded with Jesse and Denise to accompany them and in 
the end they both acquiesced. Although he was looking forward to taking off 
his layers of womanly attire, Denise was not yet ready to end the evening. 
Whether he was a man or a woman, he still liked to throw back a few drinks 
and he had a ton of nervous energy. And since he had to appear as a woman, 
he went along. All four of them then went back to their room to pick out 
what to wear, and as Jen explained to him, to put on their "evening 
faces." Denise would quickly learn that this basically meant that women 
could wear more vampy makeup and more provocative clothing. Jen and Terry 
were definitely going this route and so they took Jesse and Denise along for 
the ride as well.

Back in the room, there was a flurry of chattering voices and opening 
closets; comparing outfits, exchanging nods of approval and giggles of 
disapproval as they all disrobed and tried on various ensembles. Denise 
tried to exchange an on-the-sly knowing "male" look with Jesse at 
the fact that they were changing clothes and had front row tickets for two 
beautiful almost naked women, but Jesse only shrugged his shoulders 
confusingly in reply. It may have been that conveying such a sly look didn't 
come off as successfully in his female guise. Denise and Jesse both tried 
their hands at picking their own outfits, but were quickly overruled by the 
real girls. Neither was picking clothing that was "fun" enough 
they said. As a result, Jesse found himself in a white, vinyl miniskirt and 
a white, frilly, sheer, long-sleeve top. The whole affair was very tight 
fitting and topped off with a pair of white stiletto pumps with three-inch 
heels. They all shared a laugh when they saw Jesse had a pierced belly 
button. Luckily, his belly ring was small and could just as easily have been 
a woman's. And as he donned his outfit, all of them knew that if visible, no 
man in the club would have any doubt but that it belonged to a woman.

Denise was outfitted in black. Jen and Terry told him black was 
definitely his color and he wasn't about to argue. He squeezed into a 
skin-tight spandex spaghetti strap minidress, black with thin purple 
horizontal stripes. The front was scooped out to a very low cut and he now 
found himself showing off the most cleavage. Then was added a light black 
leather jacket. A black, metal-studded collar was fitted around his neck to 
conceal his adam's apple and a towering pair of black, four-inch heeled baby 
doll pumps completed his "heavy metal chic" look. Denise and Jesse 
were officially dubbed the "ebony and ivory sisters."

Jen and Terry decided on matching red and green halter dresses with thigh 
to knee diagonal hems complete with little tassels, as well as matching 
four-inch heels with straps crisscrossing up along the calves. Definitely a 
retro disco look, they concurred. Once attired, they could easily be 
mistaken for sisters. The girls also instructed them on the differences 
between day and night makeup tips and how to apply them according to what 
outfit you were wearing. They had Denise and Jesse apply their own makeup, 
giving them step-by-step instructions as they went along. The added 
advantage of the heavier and more darkly shaded makeup was to make them all 
look a little older so they wouldn't be carded at the bar. Denise had a fake 
ID, but he doubted the picture of the guy in the t-shirt and five o'clock 
shadow would work very well at the moment. Terry was the only one of them of 
legal age.

The final touch for all of them was a sprinkle of perfume. They had a 
rather large selection to choose from, and Denise chose a dainty smelling 
Chanel. They then did a last minute check of each other for flaws and 
declared themselves fit for departure. Denise noticed that all of this 
preparation seemed to be a sort of subconscious ritual with the girls and he 
found himself being caught up in its pleasure uncontrollably. He felt part 
of a close knit and exciting group and it gave him a good feeling to be 
sharing such intimate and close relations with such beautiful and fun women 
(and Jesse, of course). Again stuffing their purses with various makeup 
items and money, they headed off for the club.

The nightclub was larger than Denise expected. It had a large central bar 
area, a few tables around that and a large dance area with an attached DJ 
area beyond that. When they arrived the bar area was already mobbed, 
although mostly with men. As their small group headed for the bar, Denise 
again felt what was left of the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up. 
He could feel the naked stares of many of the men upon them as they made 
their entrance. With a quick glance, Denise realized they were probably the 
four most beautiful women in the place. A sort of chill ran through him and 
he was momentarily shocked to realize he was again enjoying the attention. 
But he still found himself nervously staring down at the floor unable to 
look into anyone's eyes as they proceeded into the masculine masses.

The DJ was playing some house techno at a very loud volume; the dance 
floor sparsely occupied by a few middle-aged couples in business attire. At 
least this music will cover up my voice a little, Denise thought. I guess 
now will be the real experiment - can I pass as a woman? Why do I feel 
excited and energized at this prospect? Do I really want to pass?

He wanted badly to order a drink but was afraid to give himself away to 
the bartender and the rest of the girls didn't seem in any hurry. Jen and 
Terry were eyeing the dance floor and Jesse seemed even more nervous than he 
was.

Denise grabbed Jen. "Jen, how about you order our first round? I 
need a drink before actually talking to a guy dressed like this."

"Oh no you don't - you're not getting soused so easily - you're sure 
to get us killed that way!" Jen shouted back. "How about you come 
out and dance a few songs with us and then I'll get us those drinks? It'll 
loosen you both up, I promise. Deal?"

Did he have a choice? Apparently not as Jen grabbed his hands firmly and 
dragged him out onto the floor. Terry did the same with a reluctant Jesse.

Jen leaned into his ear along the way. "Listen honey - just shake 
your booty a little and follow my lead, ok? Piece of cake."

Jen and Terry took the lead in clearing out a place for them in almost 
the exact center of the floor. Dennis was definitely not a dancer and he 
assumed Denise would be the same, but he was proven wrong. Watching Jen and 
Terry in such frenzied excitement as they twisted their limbs in sensual 
movements to the beat of the hypnotic, fast-paced music got him excited. 
Before he knew it, he found himself aping some of their moves. It took a few 
awkward moments to get used to dancing in heels but he was soon so entranced 
in the communal, almost tribal interchange of their twisting, synchronous 
bodies that he quickly brushed off the last vestiges of his nervousness and 
joined in with vigor. Jesse joined in the fun too. Denise was enjoying this 
despite his misgivings. He found that his prosthetic breasts as they swayed 
ever so slightly in the restricting black lace bra, his hips and buttocks as 
they rubbed against the smooth material of his dress, combined with the ever 
present pushing of the corset on his waist and the precarious footing of his 
heels actually gave him a sort of gracefulness that he could never have 
achieved as a man. Once he accepted that he was a woman and out there, and 
expected to just have fun and feel, he was actually able to with a clarity 
he had never felt before. Even Jesse got into it, and they all found 
themselves in a synchronous circle of drowned out laughter, smiles, 
comradery, and undeniable undulating primal sexuality. Denise was really 
getting turned on and he was able to focus this energy into his dancing. 
Terry and Jen looked shocked for a moment as this occurred. They exchanged a 
knowing glance that Denise could not interpret and then they doubled their 
dance efforts, making his look amateur by comparison.

A few songs later, Denise wasn't sure how many, he looked up again to see 
that the dance floor was now crowded with men! A few started bumping up to 
the now perspiring group and trying to engage. They managed to stave this 
off for about one song.  When Terry made a motion that she was going to the 
bathroom and then grabbed Jen, Denise and Jesse suddenly found themselves 
alone on the floor with two large men, probably in their early thirties in 
front of them.

Denise motioned for them to leave, but Jesse was still in a dance frenzy 
and seemed oblivious to the situation. Jesse had come out of his shell. When 
one of the men jumped in front of him and started dancing Jesse latched on 
to his rhythm without looking up. Before Denise could grab him, Jesse and 
the man were grinding hips and rear ends and vice versa furiously. She even 
shook off Denise's tap on the shoulder and kept going. Denise badly wanted 
to leave but felt it best not to leave Jesse out here by himself. All this 
still didn't shock him as much as the large hand that then landed on his 
bare shoulder. The second man spun him around and seemed to cut himself on 
the spiked collar as Denise spun around quickly. The man, a good 6'3" 
tall, olive skinned with just above shoulder length strands of black hair 
drew his hand back in mock pain. He stared for a moment into Denise's eyes 
with a knowing look and then grinned, showing her that no actual damage had 
been done. But what did he know? He wasn't running away, so maybe I haven't 
been made, Denise's mind raced. Denise had to look up to peer into the 
second man's eyes. He bowed slightly with what little room he could find 
among the crowd, caught Denise's glance with his own, and mouthed "just 
one dance?"

Denise scanned the crowd quickly for any sign of the girls, failed that, 
and in the next moment found himself being swept up into a second circle of 
rhythmic, hectic dancing. Jesse was beside him on the right, the second man 
staring intently but in a friendly way at Denise ahead, and the first man, 
facing Jesse, on his left. Denise reluctantly joined in, mostly dancing with 
Jesse. When he did look up at the second man again, his face became flushed 
for just a second. The man had caught the glance and smiled gently again. 
Before he could stop himself, Denise smiled back.

Oh God! Oh God! Denise's mind screamed. What the hell am I doing?