Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 22:49:21 -0400
From: Joyce Devries <joyce_devries@hotmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Cheryle #2, TV/TG section

Note, this a true story, some of the names have been changed,
but certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right
from my diary entry of the time.

My (email) name is Joyce Devries and of all of the
adventures I have had dressed as a woman, this was the ultimate.
I got courted by a true and real Lesbian Female, my spouse and
her Bi female lover and my date went out for a romantic date to
Stage West (www.stagewest.com), and double dated and here is
diary entry for you all to enjoy.

I am 5'2", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite
well as a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a
woman, this one was an awesome special, romantic adventure.

Continued:

After we left the store we were giggling and then started
talking about the dress and how awesome it was and how some lucky
rich teenage girl was going to be wearing it in a next month to
her Prom, only to have the dress probably go into storage after
the Prom. About 5 stores down was a store that caters to 18 to 35
year old female fashions, called "Le Chateau", and we decided to
go in and look around and I was really hoping to find my sweater.
As we split up and started looking around, a really cute
salesgirl, dressed in a black leather miniskirt and a white sheer
blouse, showing off her white lace camisole, moderately low black
pumps and sheer nude hose, came and greeted me with, "can I help
you with anything Miss". I decided to not say that I was "just
looking" and asked her if she could help me find the sweater and I
went on to describe it and she took a minute and then told me that
she knew what I was describing but apologized that she did not
think they had anything like that in the store. I asked her if she
knew where I might find them and she told me that they had stocked
them in the fall of 2004 but she had not seen them in quite some
time and again apologized, I thanked her and started to walk
around.

I was bummed out and was looking to find Brenda or Cheryle
and heard Cheryle call out, "Joyce over here". I went over and she
and Brenda were at a rack of skirts and pulled out what was an
insanely short denim pleated miniskirt, I had seen them worn by
"20 something", girls and teenage girls and in the back of mind
had to admit I loved it, but it was not for me. Cheryle held it up
to my waist and told me I should try it on, as if I found the
sweater I wanted it would be the perfect garment to compliment it.
I laughed out loud and told her that there was "no way in hell"
me, a 37 year old woman was going to be pull off a skirt that
short and young looking. Cheryle would not let up and insisted
that I at least try it on, then Brenda joined in and before I knew
it the same cute salesgirl in the black leather mini came up and
commented, "sure try it on, that skirt compliments great looking
legs, and you have great looking legs Miss". Well that was it, she
convinced me, I was going to try it on, and said I would and
Cheryle handed me a size 13/14 and I followed the cute salesgirl
to the back of the store where the change rooms were. She showed
me the door and I went in and asked me to ask her if I needed any
assistance. I slipped out of my black skirt and heels and then
slipped on the denim skirt.

To say it was short was an understatement, it was "panty
showing short", a guys dream for staring at girls!, I tugged it
down as far as it could go and turned to look in the mirror, and
saw that my red business jacket was way longer than the skirt!. I
slipped off my jacket and started looking at how the skirt was and
was imaging a 19 year old women wearing it, showing off her legs
and wanting to get laid. About that time the salesgirl came and
asked if I needed any assistance, and I told her I needed another
size as the 13/14 was huge on me and she went and then came back
and handed me an 11/12 poking her hand through the door with it, I
put it on and found it was perfect and fit in all the right
places. I left off the jacket and decided that just my blouse and
skirt was how they were going to see me model the skirt, which
meant allowing whoever was in the change area to see my silky
white lacy camisole under my blouse, which ironically was the same
as what the cute sales girl was wearing.

As I left the change room, Brenda and Cheryle, who had put me
up to it, started showering me with compliments and the salesgirl
was quick to chime in, telling me how it complimented my legs and
how pretty they were and the skirt looked perfect on me. Also in
the change area was a couple of guys waiting for their
girlfriends/wives to come out of the change rooms and I could tell
they were looking me up and down. To say I not beet red, would be
that I was lying, there I was in a white sheer blouse, white lace
camisole somewhat visible, a skirt that was insanely short, barely
covering my panties, in 3" heels, and in public area being gawked
at by two guys with their tongues on the ground and Brenda and
Cheryle who I could somehow could tell was enjoying the show, were
smiling ear to ear. After modeling around for about 5 minutes I
said that the skirt was "not me", and saw the disappointment in
the eyes of Sharon and Brenda. I went back into the change room
and slipped out of the skirt and back into my black skirt and
jacket and grabbed the jean skirts and left the change area.

I handed the two skirts to the cute salesgirl and thanked her
for her help and followed Cheryle and Brenda out to the mall. We
were close to the entrance of "The Bay", which is a large retail
department store and both Cheryle and Brenda mentioned that they
needed to stock up on nylons and that "The Bay" had a great
selection and that we should check it out. I followed them loved
it as we entered the lingerie section of the store that had the
hosiery section. I was not in need of nylons at all, but started
looking around like the other women to see if I could see anything
interesting. Both Cheryle and Brenda told me that they needed to
stock up on nylons as their workplace's dress code was that all
females had to wear nylons at all times. I was taken back a little
and asked, if they were serious, and they told me it was part of
their employment contract, and again I was blown away. I then
joined in and help them start looking, as we were looking for
nylons that were on sale. I was the first to find some that were
on sale, but were stockings, not pantyhose, and when I mentioned
this, Cheryle immediately chimed up that she was interested, as
she preferred stockings and garter belts as well as stay-ups
compared to pantyhose. Brenda rolled her eyes and said, "only you
Cheryle", and kept on looking. I was intrigued and stayed with
Cheryle to help her keep looking, and she told me that she wanted
"nearly black" or nude. I then asked and what denier are you
looking for, and she said, "I prefer 20 for work as they last
longer, but if we can find 15, they will work". I told her that I
was wearing 15, and prefer it for work and wear 10 for formal
occasions. She laughed and said, "my girl, you must have a bunch
of disposable cash to be doing that". I laughed and told her that
I must be lucky as I spent only about $10 a week on hose. She
laughed and told me that one day I would have to teach her how to
pull that off, I laughed back and told her I would. I asked her
brand that she was looking for and was absolutely "blown away"
when she mentioned that she wore the SAME kind as me and that was
"Silks", by Phantom, and I had to comment to her that they were
the same ones I was wearing. She laughed and said, "they make a
great product and they feel so nice on".

Brenda found her pantyhose and grabbed 4 pair of nudes, and
Cheryle grabbed 4 pairs of 20 denier stay ups and 4 pair of
stockings, in a mix of "nearly black" and nude, as we walked to
the checkout, Cheryle asked if I needed any and I told her that I
bought mine on-line for a one month supply and get a great
discount, almost half price from retail. She was really interested
and told her what the web site was and she told me that she would
definitely have to check it out. The girls paid for their hose and
then we left the lingerie area and headed to the women's clothing
area to look for my sweater, but alas, we did not find it, and
decided that it was time to leave and I was a little disappointed,
but knew that it was time. We walked back to the entrance we came
in from and walked by the same mirror and I looked again at us and
loved the look and loved the sound of our heels clicking in unison
and how we all were dressed so similar.

We left the mall and walked back to Brenda's car and I slid
in the back seat and never bothered to adjust my skirt as I slid
in and basically the length as it rode up was almost to my
panties, but never tugged it down, as I saw no need, it was just
us girls. As we drove home Cheryle talked to me and told me she
would keep her eye out at the store she found her sweater at and
would let me know if they had another one and would also let
Brenda know as well. They drove me back home and after we pulled
in the driveway, Cheryle reached back to shake my hand and told me
that it was nice to meet me and I could see that her eyes were
looking down and realized that my lack of adjusting my skirt,
probably meant my panties were in full view of her as she looked
back, I said nothing and just shook her hand and thanked Brenda
for the ride and gracefully slid out of the car, sliding my legs
over and not exposing my panties any more as I got out. I walked
to the front door and smiled as I saw Brenda and Cheryle leaving
and reflected on a wonderful day. I then changed and showered and
waited for Sharon to come home to tell her all about the day.

The week following, on a Tuesday, during the day, I got an
email from Brenda and it was to call her and talk to her as she
had some exciting news that she did not want to tell me via email.
I picked up the email when I got home from work and she wanted me
to call around 8pm when Brad was at the gym working out. 8pm came
and I called her and she asked if I was dressed and I told her
that I was not, and then she told me to get dressed as this news
was so special I should be and when I asked what to wear, she
said, "something sexy" and then to call her back. I then went to
my closet and looked over my huge wardrobe and decided that my
black leather miniskirt, sheer black hose and black lace blouse
and silky camisole underneath, combined with 4" black patent heels
was perfect and slipped into them, as well as a moderate makeup
application and a very heavy application of my reddish pink formal
lipstick. I felt so sexy and called Brenda back, she asked me to
describe in detail what I was wearing and when I did, she said,
"your are dressed perfect, now sit down and listen carefully
before you comment".

I was already sitting down and she started to tell me about
the car ride back to the office after dropping me at home off
after our "girl's afternoon out". She told me that Cheryle was
infatuated with me, and thought I was a wonderful person and so
sexy and feminine, I loved the compliment, and told Brenda, but
then she continued. She also told me that Cheryle figured out I
was a Lesbian, or at least bisexual, by the charm bracelet I was
wearing. She went on to describe that she started asking all sorts
of questions, like, if I was married, single, Lesbian, Bi, etc.,
Brenda told me that she was all torn up inside as Cheryle is a co-
worker and she did not want to lie and lead her on as she really
was so attracted to me. She told me that she had made a decision
and before she told me what that was, she asked me not too be mad
at her. I promised her I would not be, and then she dropped the
BOMB!, she had told Cheryle who and what I was and that she and
Brad had been dating myself and Sharon for almost a year. She went
on to say that it was a secret at her office, that Cheryle was a
Lesbian, and privately, Cheryle knew that Brenda was bisexual, but
the two of them had never discussed anything like this before.

To say I was pissed off would have been an understatement,
Brenda destroying our trust, but I kept my cool and kept listening
and then said, "so?". Then the next BOMB, "she wants a romantic
date with you, as a girl, and a girl only!". At this point I was
totally confused and said, "WHAT!?". Brenda calmly went on to
explain that Cheryle is a rather unique woman, she was a Lesbian,
single, and has an uncanny knack for trying things WAY out of the
ordinary. Again I was pissed, confused and offended, was I to be
an experiment of this Lesbian to humiliate me?. Brenda could hear
the concern in my voice and went on to explain that Cheryle
thought I was one of the most feminine creatures she had ever met,
the fact I dressed, thought, talked and such so much like her that
her and I were a natural match.

I should have been drinking and drunk as the thoughts of what
she was saying was making my head spin. There was a huge long
pause on the phone line and then Brenda asked, "Joyce, are you
there sweetie?". I said I was, and then she asked if I was
interested in a romantic date with Cheryle, and I told her that I
was not sure, as I was so confused and then Brenda said,

"Joyce, she thinks of you as a very ultra feminine female,
she is tired of dating 'butch' Lesbians, she has told me time and
time again that she is, and when she saw you and your demeanor and
attention to detail on your appearance, as well as that very
obvious charm bracelet that screams 'I am a Lesbian!", she was
taken. When I told her who and what you were she was fascinated
that someone like you could carry yourself so much better than 98%
of the genetic female population, and you were not a genetic
female. I would say go for it!, she thinks of you nothing other
than a very attractive Lesbian/Bi female.".

I was blown away and tried to figure out what was going on
and then Brenda said again, "just go with it Joyce, see what
happens". At that point I agreed and asked so what is next?.
Brenda told me in an excited voice that she was thrilled, and that
she would call Cheryle right away and let her know my decision.
Cheryle would then contact me directly via email. From that point,
on it was up to the two of us to arrange things if we wanted to.
On the Wednesday morning was an email from Cheryle that said this,
verbatim,

Joyce, it was such a joy meeting a woman that was so like me
that appreciates the finer things in life, like dressing properly
that I could not help but be taken by your appearance, and then
when Brenda told me about you I was blown away, can you please let
me know what an appropriate time is that we can chat on the
phone?, as I would really like to talk with you. Please let me
know as I sincerely want to get to know you more as one woman to
another.

I was getting excited as I knew this was real and not a joke,
and knew it was even more real when I emailed her back and told
her Friday evening at 10pm, and she asked back in one of her
emails, "just wear something sexy when I call and give me your
number". I told Sharon and she started laughing as she knew all
about it and told me that I should be picking something special
for Friday night and that she would make sure the house was quiet
for the call. Over the next couple of days I was reeling and was
thinking about what all this meant. Cheryle and I exchanged a few
emails and in one I asked her that if we could use the call to get
rid of the "usual" questions, as I felt and believed I was just as
much as a female as she was!. She emailed me back and told me that
I was also bound by the same rules and that I was asking her and
she agreed.

So Friday evening came and even this was nothing more than a
phone call, but I decided to dress up, and grabbed my favorite
black lace and satin lace peignoir (a gift from former boyfriend)
and slipped it on, but not before a sheer black pair of stockings
and black lace garter belt and 4" black patent heels. After I was
dressed, put on a little blush, lipstick and eyeliner and was
waiting by the phone and at 10:15pm, the phone rang and I picked
it up and said hello and the first words out of Cheryl's mouth was
"my God dear, I have to say, you have such a sexy sweet voice". I
laughed a little and told her that I used to be a female phone
sexy operator, and then she started asking all sorts of questions
about when that was, and that lasted for about an hour as I told
her about it. During one pause in our conversation, she asked, "so
what are you wearing?", I told her and she cooed, "I would love to
see that in person". I laughed and then the long and drawn out
conversation started of the "usual questions", like, who I was, if
I was gay, when I started dressing and why, etc., and all of that
came out, which went on for about and hour and a half. She learned
all about me, I also found out that she knew all about Sharon and
I's relationship with Brad and Brenda. I also asked the obvious
question, knowing how bi-sexual Brenda was and her sexual
appetite, why she and her had not gotten together in the past, as
Brenda had never mentioned anything. She laughed and said that
they had in the past attempted to date and exchanged a few kisses
on dates, but both of them decided that they could not carry on an
intimate relationship at the same time as a professional business
relationship, so they ended it quickly. Then once Brenda started
seeing Sharon, she knew that Brenda's appetite for females was
taken care of and it never went any further, which was about the
same time Sharon started dating Brenda.

I then asked the question I had been dying to ask ever since
Brenda told me about Cheryle and that was "why me", after all, I
was not a genetic female and she was so attractive she could have
any Lesbian she wanted. I explained this to her and she started to
giggle on the other end of the phone line and went into a long
explanation of her love life and was basically telling me "too
much information", but I listened intently. Bottom line, she was
looking for someone or something, "different", she was so tired of
the "typical" (her words not mine), "Lesbian, so into themselves
and concerned about the politics and forgetting about how to be a
woman first." I was totally blown away and knew that Cheryle's
view of the Lesbian lifestyle was way different that I was used
to, but chalked it up to individual preferences. She then went on
to tell me that when she saw me, she saw the perfect woman that
she would love to date and told me frankly that when she found out
who I was, was really disappointed, but was intrigued all the same
and wanted to know more about me and was always curious about
girls like me and wanted to know more. At first I was offended and
was felling like a "science experiment", and she could sense that
and went on to explain it was nothing of the sort and that she
really found the fact that girls like me take so much care and
passion at making ourselves look so presentable that it was a
genuine respect and admiration she had and wanted to experience
dating a woman like myself once, and told me over and over that I
was the perfect match for her.

I told her that if she wanted to get to know me more that she
could see my web site and pictures and stories and she said that
she could not wait to see them and read the stories, I also
learned she was a divorced 35 year old woman, she married at 25,
was fooling herself that she was straight and divorced at 27 with
no children. After that she was and in and out of relationships
and was not satisfied as she had a rather hungry sexual appetite,
and none shared her same desires. She asked me during the call out
of the blue to again describe my outfit in detail and I did and I
could tell her breathing was getting heavier and heavier and knew
what was going on.

I said, "so where are your fingers Cheryle", she answered
back in a husky voice, "under my skirt dear, where do you think?".
I giggled and then asked her to describe her outfit, she went on
to describe in great detail her outfit. She told me that she had
come home from a business dinner and was wearing the same fuchsia
jacket and black skirt combination that she had worn when the
first time I met her, combined with a plain black satin camisole,
nude stay ups and no panties, with her "favorite", 2" black satin
wide heeled pumps. I could tell she was getting hotter and hotter
and I kept talking like I did when I was doing phone sex for
female customers and she told me that she had two fingers jammed
deep into her pussy and the other hand was massaging her clit, and
then I heard her grunt and knew that she had cum. After she had
calmed down she said, "oh you ARE good, thank you!", "so what are
you doing next Friday?", I told her I was working, but could
arrange for the day off and then she asked if I wanted to get
together for lunch (thinking right away she had sex in mind), she
had something she wanted to talk with me about. I tried asking her
what it was about and she just laughed a little and told me that
we had to talk in person about it, but sex on that day was not
what she was thinking about, and I laughed and told her unless it
was over the phone, I hoped not.

So Friday May 2nd was arranged to be our lunch out and I got
tons of emails from Sharon as well as Brenda asking me all about
it and was wondering what she was going to tell me, I had a funny
feeling that Sharon knew all about it and so did Brenda, but
decided to play my role and waited for the lunch with Cheryle to
find out what the "buzz was". We exchanged a number of emails and
decided that she would be picking me up at around 11am for lunch
and I told her that I was going to be dressed and ready and
wearing business formal wear and she joked that it would be funny
if this time I wore the fuchsia jacket and black skirt and she
would be wearing the same outfit I had one when we first met, I
joked back and told her that was exactly what I was planning on
wearing!. Cheryle then made the comment, "and dear wear those sexy
burgundy panties like you were when I first met you", I made
stupid and told her that I had no clue what she was talking about.
She joked, "are you kidding me, after the show you put on in the
car for me", I laughed and jokingly said I had no clue what she
was talking about and she said, "oh my dear I know you do", I
agreed that I would after joking back with her that I did not mean
to show her what I was wearing. So with the outfits picked, all I
was left with was wondering of what the news that Cheryle had for
me was.

The week leading up to the lunch was exciting and
interesting and I could not wait for the day to come. Finally
the night before came and I was all tingling and Sharon asked me
what I was wearing for the date and after I told her she said,
"ah yes the perfect formal business woman have a good time, and
we will talk after". I asked her why we would be talking after
and she just commented back, "you will see why after you meet
with Cheryle", right then I knew she knew what was going on and
something was up.

To be continued..

So here is the offer:
I AM NOT A PRO.
This 38 year old, petite, passable TV, would love to entertain
you if you are in my area, Toronto Ontario, as described in the
story above. I love to be the girl of your dreams, and as long
as I can remain the girl at all times, I would love to hear from
you. I am not interested in being a TV/TS "girlfriend" and "BI"
sex, but rather I will be the woman of your dreams for a
wonderful and possible formal evening, I promise, you will not
go home frustrated. If you are a NON-smoking male or female,
that would like my company for the evening, please contact me,
kisses,

Joyce Devries, joyce_devries@hotmail.com
MSN: joyce_devries@hotmail.com