Well hidey-ho! Second chapter up already. That means I've done nothing but sit here and write for a day. Well, we all can't lead exciting lifestyles. never mind. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Scott had slid past the bouncer at the door unnoticed. When he walked through the door he was plunged into a large room. The room was bright in a dark way and strobe lights flashed over everyone as they circled from their place on the ceiling. He walked pasted clusters of people. A lot of the men paused to look at him, but Scott kept walking, hoping that he wouldn't be forced into a situation where he would be forced to fight.
He was walking towards the bar when someone grabbed him by his arm and swung him around. "Hey babe," The man who held onto him was gorgeous is a creepy kind of way. Scott took one look at him and automatically knew that this was not a man to be trusted. "Ya want to dance with me?" Scott felt a thrill that he had past for a women. That thrill was replaced with cold fear as the man tried to snag his waist. A stuffed bra was not going to hide that fact that he was a man if someone tried to feel him up. He hurriedly untangled himself. "I can't. I'm supposed to meet someone. Maybe later." With that he hurried off to the bar. He looked back but the man had already moved on to another woman. A young girl, about nineteen looked him over before giving him an approving look. She walked next to him for a moment. "Is this your first time here?" When he nodded she continued. "Your really brave. Most of us are afraid to come here. it's my second time and I love it. This place as a lot of different people in it. You have your gays, lesbians, bi, trans, and of course straight." He looked at her confused. "I can tell when someone is like me. Thats why I said your really brave. I can tell this is your first time in public like this because of the way you hold yourself. Loosen up. Nothing will happen, and if something does, you have the rest of us trans-gender people to back you up." She gave him a wink. "You never know, you might find the person of your dreams here." With that she walked back to her group. It was only then that Scott noticed that her shoulders were a little broader and her hips a little narrower then that of your average girl. Her voice had also been a little deeper then a regular girl.
Scott continued to get asked for dances, although no one was as rude as the first man. He politely declined. Finally he made it to the bar in the back of the room. The bartender asked for his idea and didn't even blink while comparing their pictures. Scott supposed he was used to this, because if what the girl had said was right, there where quite a few cross dressers in this place. He was handed a long neck bottle of beer.
He walked over to the railing and looked down. People were down on the dance floor having fun. His eyes focused on a gay couple. They were both touch and looked like very macho punk kids. The didn't draw any attention and the drew in close for a slow song and kissed long and slowly. Scott could feel himself getting hot. He wished that that could be him down there. He felt so lonely. He began to think. Why was he cross dressing? Did he want to be a women deep down? No. That wasn't it. What was it? He thought some more and a light bulb flashed and he knew why. It was the best way to deal with stress and escape from the responsibilities of being a man. Not necessarily of being a man. He loved being a man. Just of the stress and responsibilities that came with dating women and living up to what they thought men should be like. Now Scott felt kind of silly dressed up like this. Oh he liked dressing in womens clothing, but he didn't think it would be something he wanted to do all the time.
He walked back down a set of stairs and tapped on the young girl's shoulders. He took her into a corner and she gladly followed along. He explained to her what he had just found out. "Is that...wrong or anything?" She laughed. "A lot of people like the feel of womens clothing, but dressing up like this all the time just isn't their thing. I know plenty of men like you. There's nothing wrong with it. If you don't feel that you need the release of it right now, then you can just hang it in your closet until you need it again. Some men only dress up once every couple of years, or they do it in private. You should do what feels right to you and don't think about what others will say. Some people might call you a poseur or say your doing this for attention, but your just trying to find whats right for you. Theres nothing wrong with trying things out to find your place." They talked for a long while more until another cross dresser walked up to them.
"Your girlfriend wants you to know that shes getting the car started. She had to much to drink. I think you should drive her home." Then the girl walked away. "Girlfriend?" Scott asked confused. Lola laughed again. "I don't think you realize this, but most cross dressers are straight." She patted him on the arm before handing him her number. "If you need me for anything, or you just want to hang call me." With that she walked away. Scott shoved her number in his back pocket. Did he feel like a poseur? Yeah, he did. He didn't feel as if he truly belonged anywhere. He walked back to the bar and had another beer. He continued to stare down at all the happy people and continued to feel alone.
"Well 'ello there Fearless Leader." Scott whipped around and stared at the speaker.
Ok now I know I said I'd put slash in the second chapter, but I just couldn't help push it back. I want to know who you want it to be. I can't say thats who it will be but I would likt to know who you want.
This is wonderful. It's 1:00 in the morning. I went to bed at midnight. My mom woke me up and told me she was taking my dad to the hospital, now I can't remember what she was taking him there for. Damn short turn memory.
Well at least I remembered to update this!