Whatever It Takes? Chapter 2

"Every thing all right?" Penny asked.

She was standing there wearing a baggy rugby shirt, loose fitting boot-cut jeans and a pair of timberland boots. She looked very sexy, even though her clothes were not particularly feminine. Then in stark contrast, there was me.

I was standing in her flat wearing a tight, fluffy pink v-necked sweater, over a fitted, white t-shirt and one of her sports bras stuffed with cotton wool balls and scrunched up tissues. On my bottom half, over knickers and tights, I wore a pair of her tight fitting blue jeans with brown mid-calf boots. To make a proper job of my transformation I had allowed Penny to apply a layer of foundation, a dab of eye shadow, a quick flick of mascara and some lipstick. As a finishing touch she had used heated curling tongs to get some shape into my hair.

She was now waiting for me to go out like this, with her, to a firework display! If I refused she would probably dump me on the spot. If I agreed I was letting myself in for a step into the unknown, followed by who knew what else.

Did I want to be with her that much? I thought for a moment and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was totally in love with her, I did like what I saw in the mirror and I did like how I felt...

"Everything's fine Penny, lets go!" I said much more confidently than I felt. Soon we had left the safety of the flat and were walking, arm in arm, along the street. We were just chatting about things, but the time allowed me to do two things; to get used to her calling me 'Daniella' and for me to get used to talking in as feminine a voice as possible. Luckily I've got a fairly high tenor voice anyway, so not much effort was needed!

I was too nervous to remember much about the evening, just a few bits and pieces really. My fear of being out-ed as a man in drag proved groundless. I was convincing enough not to be noticed in the crowd. No small children ran up shouting 'it's a man' as they were all too busy looking at the fireworks or eating sticky candy floss. The guy taking the admission money told us to 'have a good time girls!' Unlike many stories about cross-dressing that I've read since, I didn't prove irresistible to every man I passed -- no one seemed to notice me, probably as I was next to the beautiful Penny. Not that their indifference was a problem; I was glad!