Hello to you who will read my story. You're going to like it, or not. Anyway, I hope it won't leave you indifferent. So, thank you for leaving a comment or review. This will allow me to progress and offer you new stories. Thank you in advance and enjoy reading, hoping that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.Tonight I'm going out ! With a friend, Laeticia, we decided that it was high time that we went out to the club and it's for this evening. We met on a forum where we were able to discuss and move forward together. She's my age, 24, and, like me, she likes to cross-dress. In real life her name is Hakim and she has been in a relationship with a woman for 4 years. In my real life my name is Franck and I have been in a relationship for 3 years. But we share the same desire, the same need, to change gender from time to time without questioning our masculinity. Weird, ambiguous, perhaps, but it's an uncontrollable impulse and if 99% of us are men, we like to be women for the remaining percent. Some are cosplayers, we are crossdressers. Meeting her was an incredible opportunity, we understood that we were not alone and that helped us a lot. We were able to exchange our secrets, confide in each other, exchange advice, in short we became friends. And then we met, first as men then, as soon as possible, as women in one or the other's home. We then helped each other get dressed and put on makeup. We exchanged outfits and bought them together. There was nothing sexual in our expectations and in our cross-dressing games, they were limited to transforming us for a time.The two of us found the courage to go out in drag, 3 times in total, to go have a drink in a gay bar where we thought it would be easier for us to be accepted. This was the case and we gained confidence and decided to try a new adventure, hence our clubbing this evening. We take advantage of our partners' absence to meet at my place. For the outfits, the deal was that we bought them for each other. Before he arrives, I quickly take a shower and make sure my hair removal is perfect. Yes, I completely remove hair from my pelvis and upper thighs, the only small feature of my everyday masculinity and which my girlfriend really likes, by the way. I put on a bathrobe, and prepare tea, she should be later. Indeed, the water hasn't had time to boil before she rings the doorbell, well, it's Hakim who shows up but even so, for me it's Laeticia. He's a handsome guy, 1m85 tall, sporty, dark-haired with brown eyes and she's also a beautiful woman when she's dressed. Finally, I find it. For my part, I am 1m80 tall, quite thin and sporty too, I have brown hair and green eyes, handsome man they say and beautiful woman Laeticia tells me.We kiss each other and I serve tea in the living room, I can't help but look at the bags she brought which contain my outfit for this evening. She notices it and tells me that she has decided to make me sexy tonight. I'm burning with impatience and let him know. She accedes to my request and hands me the first bag, the underwear she tells me. I open and discover a magnificent pale pink tulle and lace thong with floral patterns, a matching bra and suspender belt. If we have already bought lingerie, this is the first time for the suspender belt. So, I'm less worried about what I bought from him. And finally, I find a pair of flesh-colored stockings opaque enough to hide my hair. I'm super happy, it's so beautiful. I get up and give him a big hug. She then hands me the second bag, I open it and discover a gray/pink mini-skirt embroidered with floral patterns with a ruffled hem. It is accompanied by a matching top with long sleeves and open shoulders. At the bottom of the bag I find a pair of pumps in the same shades as the skirt and with heels of at least 8 cm, luckily we practiced. That's wonderful ! I get up again to give him a big hug.Then I'll go get his things. I hope she will be as happy as I am. Like her, I first present the lingerie bag to her. Maybe I was a little too daring, I'll soon find out. She opens the bag and takes out a black tulle corset decorated with red floral patterns. She looks at her, looks at me with big, round eyes. I'll ask her to talk to me if she doesn't like it, but she says "I love it!" » sound and throws himself into my arms for a hug. She finishes discovering the rest of the bag, a matching thong and a pair of stockings. She is very happy. I then hand her the second bag and she discovers a little black tight-fitting dress with long sleeves. She screams with joy and then discovers a pair of black pumps with 5 cm heels. She throws herself into my arms again for a hug.“Prem’s in the bathroom!” » she shouts at me, running to lock herself in there. I laugh as I head towards my room, taking my outfit from the evening with me. I put on the stockings, the tanga (it is as low cut as possible and goes up well above my buttocks), the bra (which doesn't have much support) and the suspender belt. And there's the drama, how to attach these damn suspenders to the stockings? I understand the trick and I get there at the front but behind, no matter how much I contort myself, it's impossible. Well, I'll ask Laeticia to do it. For that alone I would never buy one for my girlfriend. I admire myself in front of the mirror, I appreciate what I see, I find myself very, very sexy.I put on my skirt, put on the top and there, new tragedy, we see the bottom of my stomach and its few hairs. Don't panic, we have time, I can remove my hair. How to explain it to my girlfriend is another story but too caught up in the moment, I tell myself I'll think about it later. I put on the pumps, grab a necklace, bracelet and earrings set that I gave to my girlfriend and leave the room. Laeticia hasn't come out of the bathroom and I hear her cursing. “If it’s because of the garters, don’t worry, I’ll do it and you’ll do mine,” I shouted at him through the door. “What bullshit these things are,” she replied. While waiting for him I poured myself a whiskey and waited for him in the living room. After a few sips and “Wow”, what beauty! The dress suits her really well, it's beautiful. I stand up for bliss and she flatters me on my appearance before I can. “Okay my darling, our clothes suit us well but there's still work to do so if you'll fix these f… suspenders for me so we can get started” she called out to me. “You’ll have to do the same for the f… garters.” We laugh together and I stare at him. “For me, it will wait a bit” I told him, showing him my stomach. “I’ll have to take care of this, thanks to you.” After my undressing session, belly waxing, dressing and fixing the stockings to the suspenders by Laeticia, makeup session. After almost two hours and a few glasses, we moved on to rosé, we are ready. With our identical blonde wigs, mid-length with bangs that go down a few inches from our eyebrows, we are unrecognizable. As it's a little early to go clubbing and we decide to take a look at the bar before going there. As I enter, I notice a few stares, proof that our efforts have not been in vain. After two glasses of rosé and a few rejections from horny males to whom we try to explain that it's an evening with friends, we decide to go even if it's still a little early.When we arrive we notice that the atmosphere is already hot and very quickly we are caught up in the atmosphere and we head towards the dance floor. The alcohol of our rosés and the pleasure of being there helping us, we let ourselves go on the track. Annoyed by the numerous attempts to approach us, we decide to take a break and after having our drinks we sit in a corner to watch the dancers. Chatting quietly and especially commenting on the dancers, we are regularly approached by guys to whom we would like to give flirting lessons. We laugh about it. “Okay, the next handsome guys who show up, we accept that they pay us a bit, ok, just to see. I think we're going to have a good laugh,” Laeticia suddenly said to me. I tell him I don't agree, we're friends, we don't need or want guys. At this point two rather bogoss guys ask us if we would like another drink. Before I can eject them Laeticia replies that it would be with pleasure. I want to wring his neck and while the guy ...

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