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To be a judge
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To be a judge As most of you know, I've traveled most of the states for many years, with my Magic show business. I've made some great friends, and lovers, all over our land. This memory, is about the fine friends I met in Baltimore Maryland USA. It was late march, when I got a call from an acquaintance in Baltimore Maryland. Sasha, was a tranny I knew from about a year before she called. She inquired as to how I was, and if I still traveled. You know, the same old polite things you ask someone you haven't seen for awhile. When the conversation got around to her tranny friends, and the true reason for the phone call presented itself. "Serina, are you going to be in the Baltimore area June eighth?" Sasha asked me. And before I could answer her she told me why. "We're having a US-TA certified beauty pageant. US-TA stands for United States Transvestite Association. And my friends and I think you'd make an awesome judge for the pageant. Please say yes." I checked my bookings and slumped in my chair, then sat up straight. Then I gave her the news, "I'm flattered to be considered for the position of judge. But I won't be in Baltimore, on June eighth." As I heard her sigh of disappointment, I said."But I’ll be in Washington DC the day before, and have two days available after that. If I can do some magic, I can use it as a tax write-off and come down and judge the pageant." You could hear the excitement in her words. Her gay voice came out in her surge of emotion. I had plenty of time to make the short drive to Baltimore, spend a day and a half there, then be on my way to my next show in Williamsburg, Virginia. After she calmed down some, we discussed the details. I told her I'd e-mail her a short Biography on me, to be used in the pageant program, and entered the event in my schedule book. "I can't wait to tell the others, gotta' go, luv ya bye."With that spurt of words, she was gone. Click. The weeks passed by without anything special happening. I was looking forward to seeing Sasha and the other girls. I missed them, but had no idea they missed me as much as they did. And never expected them to show me how much they missed me, the way they planed to show me. Wow It was a warm summer day with little cotton fluffy clouds in the sky. It took me two hours to drive from Washington to Baltimore, because I stopped to get another cup of coffee, on my way, and had to leave the first cup at the rest stop. I showed up at the gentleman’s club around four o'clock, and set up my make-up and costume at an empty table space. A shrill scream pierced my ears as I heard a familiar voice. "Serina honey, how you be?" As she wrapped her arms around me, and squeezed. "Look at you, lookin' good girl, don't you age? I hate you, bitch. But remember you is just a judge. Stay out of the competition." That's when she took a breath, and slowed down, a little. "We've got six hours before the show, and the girls have put together a little somethin' special to show you, you ben missed. Come wit' me please." Grabbing my hand, she lead me to a very private, back room. I walked through the doorway, into a love filled reception I'll never forget. All ten girls were wearing negligees of some sort. A few of their outfits were very revealing, and others, not hardly revealing at all. I could hear them giggle, as Jennie walked up to me, with a negligee outfit on a hanger. She held it out, and asked me to step behind the folding dressing room divider. I took the outfit from her and stepped behind the divider, and began undressing. This was an unusual request, but I've done more unusual then this. So I played along, and put on the outfit. The outfit consisted of three pieces, and a pair of stiletto, high heel shoes. As I freed the bra from the hanger, I realized it had no clip on the back or front, but was just purple stretch lace. I pulled my T-shirt up over my head , unhooked my bra, and set them on the chair next to me. The bras elastic lace across the back was used for the shoulder straps as well, the tittie cups were made from a very sheer, see through material material called tulle. I pulled it down over my head and straightened out the straps, and cups. It fit me well, though it was a size to small. My tits filled the cups fully, and looked real good in the mirror. I kicked off my flip-flops, and squirmed out of my shorts and panties. I laid them on the chair too, then pulled the purple lace and sheer panties up over my butt. They were snug too, but comfortable, and made from the same materials. One thing was very special about these panties. They were crotchless, and all my junk was hanging out, for everybody to see. I'm glad I'm not shy. Especially around friends almost like me. The camisole was the same material as the other two pieces of the outfit. I stuck one arm through the three-quarter length sleeve, and then the other. I posed to myself in the mirror for a moment. I felt and looked so sexy, my cock began to harden. All that was left to do was slip into the shoes. These high heels are one of the coolest pairs I've ever worn in my life. They too, were purple tulle over clear plastic. They each had two long purple lengths of ribbon to be cries-crossed up my thigh and tied in a bow just below the knee. But even that wasn't the coolest part. They were, what dancers and certain people call heels. The tall heels were transparent with purple LED lights flashing inside them. Is that cool or what? I fluffed up my hair a bit, and stepped out from behind the screen, to ohs and awes. Jennie took me by my hand and lead me to a directors couch on the other side of the room. I sat down, and Sasha and Jennie sat down on either side of me. By now Sasha had changed her cloths too. And wore nothing more then here nightie. Both began softly touching and caressing me and kissing my neck. It was then, I remembered what being a puddle felt like. It was as though every bone in my body became as a liquid. I sat there melting between them, on the couch. The rest of the girls placed two folding screens between us and them, to provide us with some semblance of privacy. Jennie stood up smiling, said "but I'm next Sasha." Then left to rejoin the other girls. Sasha grabbed me and kissed me passionately. And that's only the start. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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wheres the rest of it?
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Wait...I gotta hear more of this...
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Wow
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9/10/2011 2:19 am |
Well, well, well, I'd loved to been a fly on the wall that day... 
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You have my attention! 
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cant wait for the rest of it and sonuds so far that it was a great stop on your trip
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Please continue
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