Sex Roles 101
Part 2
5
As they began to walk out of his "dressing room", Dennis felt a surge in his crotch. He was experiencing an overload of sensations and emotions and this swell was coming up hard against the physical restrictions of his new gender and the mental restrictions of his maleness. The electrifying feeling of the nylons against his smooth legs, and the gentle swish of the silky chemise against that material on his thighs doubled the strange, compelling sense of freedom and pleasure that was racing through his veins. He felt panicked because he was momentarily confused as to who he was. Combined with this were the little explosions of extreme sexual pleasure that washed over his body in gentle waves and he could no longer control himself. His penis was refusing to back down and was determined to achieve gorged status. Three steps towards the door in his heels and the medical tape that had been concealing his manhood for the last two hours snapped. He almost stumbled when this happened. Luckily, Jen was holding his hand and caught him before he fell. There was now a noticeable bulge between his legs and Jen saw it immediately.
"Terry, you go ahead and tell the rest of the class we will be out in about five minutes, I just remembered I wanted to tell Dennis something first to help him present himself," Jen instructed.
"OK. Don't be too long girlfriends - I can't wait to see everyone's reaction!" Terry replied.
After Terry had vacated the room, Jen turned to Dennis with a look of pity.
"My dear little Denise - I see you've escaped your confinement," she teased, thrusting her free hand between his legs playfully.
At her touch, Dennis felt of flood of emotion. His penis stood at almost full attention under his panties and hose, but his mind was swirling in confusion and frozen in self-conscious shame.
"Jesus, this stuff is really messing with my head Jen!" was all he could get out, trembling, knees knocking together noticeably, and on the verge of tears.
"Who wouldn't be confused and scared at this point sweetie. I am NOT looking forward to when the girls have to do this," she responded consolingly. "Maybe there is something I can do to relax you a little before we go out there."
Jen eased him back into a sitting position on one of the beds. Dennis found himself unconsciously crossing his legs, but this was made very uncomfortable both by the restrictive clothing and the status of his manhood. Jen proceeded to kneel before him and spread his trembling legs. He was further aroused by the gentle touch of her burgundy painted nails against his pantyhosed inner thighs.
"Nothing a little therapy and some more medical tape can't fix," Jen said with a hint of playful sexuality. "I'm guessing this won't take but a minute."
She peered searchingly into his eyes for a moment before slowly walking her fingers up to his engorged crotch and pulling down his panties and pantyhose. Dennis let out gasp of air as his sweating member was set free. Jen looked admiringly at his erection - a sight she had seen many times while they were going out.
"I had forgotten how much I missed this," she whispered before leaning forward and slowly caressing his now pulsing erection with her heavily glossed lips.
She was right, of course. Dennis had always had trouble coming during oral sex, but not this time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His mind was being overwhelmed by alien sensations but his body took it all in and seemed to focus it. Less than a minute into Jen's slow, sensual lip and tongue massage, Dennis found himself sprawled back out on the bed, forcefully spewing a large load of cum into Jen's welcoming mouth. All the anxieties and sexual confusion that had been building up in him since this experiment began several hours before momentarily drained out of him as he released into his ex-girlfriend's eager lips.
"Ummmmm, I think femininity suits you my little ex-lover. Your cum tastes much sweeter than it used to for some reason. Seeing you all dolled up kind of turns me on too," she said, standing back up and wiping the remnants of his sperm from her ample lips. "You have a kind of sexy Jennifer Connelly look going that I'm finding irresistible. But, we are supposed to be learning about gender, aren't we! Now lets get you taped back up and show your sweet ass off!"
As he carefully stepped down the hallway (he still had some work ahead of him getting used to heels!), now retaped and secure, and into the foyer, he was greeted with a round of applause and a few friendly, feminine attempts at cat calls. The shaking in his legs returned as he emerged into the view of the class. He found himself unable to meet their eyes and he stood before them looking down at his shapely legs and high heeled feet still in shock at the transformation. It was one thing to do this in front of Jen and Terry and his classmates, but now there was Dr. Hanson, an authority figure as well, and he found himself a bit flustered. He looked around for his compatriot in this process, Jeremy, but did not see him.
He then realized his error. He had been looking for Jeremy, and not the newly transformed "Jesse." Jeremy was clad in a similar outfit to his but in a different color; a dark red chemise and red leather patent high heels. Jeremy was blond and so he was sporting a shoulder length strawberry blonde wig in a Betty Page style. His eyebrows were now pencil thin and steeply arched and his new bangs curled around in front of his chin, giving him a thin facial look. He wore false eyelashes, a thick, bright red covering of lipstick, and dark black eye shadow that served to accentuate his striking blue eyes. It was apparent to Dennis that Jeremy was also wearing a corset and probably medical tape as well, since his waist was even thinner than his and his front was femininely smooth. He was helped by the fact that he was only about 5'5" and even skinnier than Dennis. The overall effect was utterly sexy, but with a somehow less sophisticated and sluttier look than Dennis. He also looked much younger than his 19 years, maybe 17 or 16. Pangs of jealousy shot through him at the realization that Jeremy was maybe even more beautiful and feminine looking than he was at the moment. He made a mental note to ask how he could get his eyes to look that sexy. Did he just think that? This was getting weirder by the minute.
This feminine illusion of "Jesse" was soon broken, however, when Dennis spotted Jeremy fidgeting and pulling at his crotch, obviously in extreme discomfort. He was also very unsteady on his heels and had to lean on a nearby classmate most of the time to retain his balance. Dennis caught Jeremy's eye with a quick understanding glance and Jeremy reciprocated. Well, it looks like Jeremy is taking this even harder than I am, Dennis thought. He would try to make some time later to get together with Jeremy and talk about those parts of their experience that, at least for the moment, they were not ready to share.
"Alright class. Gather around. I want our two subjects to stand here in the middle. I see your initial work has exceeded all my expectations! You two simply look gorgeous!" spurted Dr. Hanson.
"Now I realize all this is a bit of a shock. But if you boys just stick with it, stay calm, and remember to try to act as confident as possible, we will get you through this and you may even find yourself learning something. For the next several weeks I want you to try and forget your male persona. I'm going to ask both of you to see this through to the end. It will get easier, believe me. To that end, I am going to ask you to start thinking of yourself as women 24 hours a day. You will be living, breathing, eating, and sleeping as women, and right or wrong, there are certain social conventions all we women must live by. Understand? And again - try to have a little fun with this," Dr. Hanson instructed her two new "girls."
Over the next hour Dennis and Jeremy were urged to share their initial experience with the class. They talked about the utter feeling of nakedness after they had shaved, their feelings of shame and confusion at the transformation that was contradicting twenty years of gender indoctrination, as well as their budding understandings of the physical hardships women went through on a regular basis to look good for their male counterparts. They also touched on sexual feelings and how being dressed as a female tended to subconsciously increase their modesty and decrease their ability to "think like a typical male." Much to Dennis and Jeremy's consternation, around four o'clock, Dr. Hanson disbanded the group back to their bedrooms with instructions to get the "girls" and themselves ready to go out to eat. They would be going to a nearby sushi bar and the dress was semi-casual. As Jen and Terry escorted an increasingly panicked Dennis back to their room, Jeremy shot Dennis a pleading glance. Dennis could only return the same look.
6
"OK, first we have to take care of your nails. Terry, grab that file, polish, and the acrylic nails. You do his fingers while I take care of the toes. We should probably start with some shorter nails until you get used to them," Jen directed.
While Dennis sat in a chair between the beds, splayed out and being pampered, the girls worked furiously. First they filed his existing nails to a shapelier form. He was only slightly embarrassed at this point to realize he hadn't clipped his toenails in several weeks. Once this initial cleanup was completed, Jen applied several coats of dark red polish to his toes while Terry glued the acrylic nails to his fingers. Once dried, they seemed to be on solidly and Dennis marveled at this new part of his development. He was a bit stimulated as he moved his now womanly hands down along his body and sneakily caressed his legs. Then came several coats of the same polish to his new fingernails. While these dried, Terry and Jen raided the large closet for what he would wear out.
"Guys, I'm not so sure about this," Dennis offered pleadingly. "Isn't a little soon to be going out? I can barely walk in these heels."
"Nonsense," Terry replied. "From what I can tell, you've had some previous experience in heels - you're a natural. Besides, you look drop dead gorgeous Denise. You let us do the talking, remember to keep your legs together when you sit, and just smile, and no one will even know about your little secret. And remember, from now on you are Denise. Don't worry, you'll just be one of the girls in the group tonight. We'll try not to make you look too sexy, OK?"
Dennis did not feel very confident or comfortable. He was a guy, fully shaved and dressed as a girl and about to go out in public, and it wasn't even Halloween! The one thing that kept him sane was the thought that at least he wouldn't be alone in this.
They picked out a simple black miniskirt and a burgundy wool faux turtle-neck sweater for him to wear. He kept the chemise on as it fit perfectly underneath the new outfit and kept the lines of the corset hidden. The miniskirt was rather tight-fitting and really accentuated his new curvaceous hips and legs. He had to plead with the girls for new shoes, and they finally capitulated since it was his first night. They settled on a pair of matching burgundy, one-inch pumps with little bow-ties on the front. It was not Dennis' first choice, but it was better than the two-inch heels he had been wearing.
The outfit was completed with some jewelry and a small black leather pocketbook. He donned a pair of silver clip-on earrings with little fake tear drop pearls hanging from them. A matching silver necklace, a couple small dainty rings, and several jangly bracelets finished the college-girl look. They had him walk around the room several times so they could see him from all angles and make sure their creation was as flawless and feminine as possible. As this proceeded, Dennis found himself concentrating more and more on maintaining his feminine look and walk and less on his discomfort and worry. As a result, his posture began to more realistically reflect that of a female. With a few quick tips from the girls he was starting to gain some confidence.
All three girls then retired to the large bathroom mirror to touch up their make-up and give Dennis a crash course in maintaining himself should the need arise. They instructed him on what make-up he needed to bring, and while he fished around in his pile of male clothes for his money, credit card and ID, the girls finished up on themselves. Depositing his now small cache of feminine products and money into his pocketbook, Dennis resigned himself to relaxing and making the most of the situation. He was slowly compiling a useful collection of observations on the psychological and physical manifestations of his change and how these were already affecting his thought processes and his interactions with the girls. They seemed to be much more comfortable around him dressed as a women; more confiding and supportive. He also felt more in tune, in touch, with how his classmates were feeling at any moment than previously - which he had to admit had been nonexistent before.
After gathering the group back out in the suite foyer, Dr. Hanson gave a short speech.
"All - as we proceed with this experiment, I want you to pay particular attention to a couple of things. First of all, note any changes in the interpersonal communications between and among yourselves and any outsiders you encounter. Try to notice if there are any changes when the group gender dynamic is altered as it is now. Also pay attention to how our brave subjects' attitudes, body language, and voices evolve as the evening and as the days go by. Try to think of the possible psychological or internal versus social or external reasons for whatever changes you note and begin to think of a theme for your thesis. Any aspect of these changes is acceptable as long as you back it up with observation, background data, and strong arguments. Now, having said that, I don't want to attract too much unwanted attention to our new sisters, so leave your pens and pads behind and just make mental notes. Just think of tonight as a getting to know everyone party. You can begin documenting everything when we return after dinner."
As they were exiting the suite and making their way down the long hallway to the elevators, Dennis was able to catch up to Jeremy. He was wearing a beautiful beige and mauve floral pattern, long-sleeve minidress with a hem that ended a good eight inches above his knees. It had a low cut front that really showed off his ample cleavage. He also had a similarly colored silk scarf wrapped around his thin neck to conceal his slightly protruding adam's apple. He definitely looked like he had gained a little confidence in heels as he now sported a pair of light brown, strappy sandals with a two-inch heel and was moving efficiently in them. The dress was extremely form-fitting and highlighted his hourglass shape and protruding rear. His body was now on a par with Jen, Dennis thought jealously.
"Your feet killing you yet?" asked Dennis as he came along side Jeremy.
"Surprisingly, these sandals aren't too bad yet," he replied, stopping for a moment, leaning forward, lifting his shapely left leg up behind him and expertly adjusting the strap with his left hand. "Looks like your helpers took it a little easier on you than me."
"But that dress looks awesome on you Jeremy," Dennis said, perhaps a little too excitedly for his own good.
"Please, call me Jesse when we're like this Denise. If we're going to look the part, might as well start thinking it too. I figure it's the only way to come out of this alive. And you look sexy in your outfit as well," he replied with a grin.
"I guess you're right. This whole thing has my mind going in circles. I'm still trying to get my head around what's happening to us. Do you mind if we have a little private get together to talk over a couple things after dinner when we get back? I'd like to get your unique perspective on some things," Denise asked as they crowded into the open elevator with the rest of the class.
"Sure. Sounds good."
The rest of the girls were dressed a little more casually, although Jen had changed into a tight fitting and low cut black see-through blouse with a visible black bra beneath, and a denim miniskirt, and managed to shine above everyone else in beauty and sex appeal by a wide margin, except perhaps for Jesse.
The lobby was buzzing with activity. Jesse and Denise both paused as the elevator doors opened, but were playfully pushed out by the girls behind them. They would find out later there was some kind of corporate retreat group just arriving and in town for the next week. Denise could feel the stares of a couple of the men in the lobby as they passed. There was one small group, all wearing expensive, finely tailored suits and cracking jokes, and he felt somehow intimidated by them. As he stole a glance their way, Denise noticed that one man, tall with wide shoulders, curly brown hair, and sporting a smoky gray suit was staring directly back. Oh my god, he thought, he knows I'm a freaking guy! This is not good Denise, not good. We are going to get the crap beaten out of us. Now wait, calm down. His look isn't hostile, is it? He couldn't help but crack a slight smile before looking away. The next moment however, they were exiting the hotel and he could breathe again (as much as was possible in the constricting corset).
A swirling wind greeted them on the steps outside, and Denise found himself reveling in how the breeze was whipping through his hair, between his hairless legs and going up his skirt in a light tickling wave. Another shudder ran through him. He couldn't tell if it was his nervousness, excitedness, or simply the cold that caused it. Probably all. It was definitely a different sensation being outside dressed as a woman. It somehow felt more freeing, more exciting, more daring. There were more men out in the parking lot and one or two let out a couple crude whistles aimed their way. Denise was partly mortified by this, but also partly thrilled. It was somehow exciting to realize these men thought he was a sexy woman, although they were probably looking more at Jen and Jesse.
They had to take a couple vehicles to the restaurant and Jen, Denise, Terry, and another girl named Darla went in Jen's car. It was quite a trying experience in the art of contortion for Denise to squeeze into the back of Jen's Toyota Corolla. He didn't want to get a run in his pantyhose and bending anymore than a few degrees was definitely out of the question because of the corset. In addition, his now expanded hips, rear, and chest made the task that much more difficult.
The dinner was fairly uneventful, and both Denise and Jesse were thankful that their waitress barely spoke English. It was also a bonus that they were seated at a short traditional Japanese table and had to take off their shoes to sit. The real girls did all the ordering, although Denise was sure at least one of the servers overheard him ask Dr. Hanson a quick question in a voice rather husky for a woman of his present looks. But he did notice that his voice was automatically becoming a little softer in tone and higher in pitch; not yet fully feminine, but improving. Dr. Hanson mentioned that in the days ahead, one of the things they would be working on was developing a female voice. Amazingly, he found himself ordering a light dish and he couldn't even finish that. Must be this corset - hard to have an appetite when your gut is being squeezed like a vice, he thought. Another dilemma arose when Denise realized about halfway through the evening that he needed to go to the bathroom.
"Jen, I have to pee! I can't go to the men's room. Will you go with me to the ladies room?" Denise whispered.
"Of course, girlfriend. Nothing to be afraid of," she replied snidely.
The real problem was untaping himself so that he could go. He would have to ask Dr. Hanson if there was another, more easily reversible method for concealing his manhood. This time, however, he had to deal with gently unwrapping the tape so that it could be reapplied when finished. This took a good five extra minutes, although by female standards, he still didn't spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom. Before going back out he quickly assessed his makeup and applied a touch of lip gloss. As he did this, pursing his lips, he was again struck by the radical difference in his appearance. There was very little trace left of manhood in the image that stared back at him from the mirror. He experienced a panicked moment then that he would never get his old self back, that he would be stuck in the nether world of the transvestite experiment forever. The moment passed, however. After all, nothing done to him was permanent. He knew who he was, didn't he? The image of Jen's lips around his stiff penis restored him. He returned to the group a little more relaxed and confident in the feminine image he was exploring.
On the way back to the hotel, it was now Denise and Jesse riding with Dr. Hanson. The real girls had all piled into Jen's car and took off before them.
"Girls, I just want to say that you have been real troopers so far. Don't get me wrong, there is lots of work ahead of us, but you have gone through the most difficult part - accepting the change and exploring it. I was closely observing both of you during dinner and was amazed at how quickly you have both been picking up the little things that distinguish women from men. I see I made the right decision in getting you both into this class. How do you both feel? Still up for the challenge?" Dr. Hanson asked.
At that moment their front right tire blew out. Dr. Hanson managed to get the car to the side of the road quickly without incident. Denise and Jesse both looked at each other questioningly. In their male personas they would not have hesitated to jump out there and change the tire, but circumstances were now radically different.
"Alright. I'll do it," Denise sighed.
"Hold on girls. Let me show you a little advantage of being of the fairer sex. Why should we dirty our nice clothes or break our carefully manicured nails changing a tire when there are tons of men out on the road everyday perfectly willing to do it for us if we ask nicely?" Dr. Hanson lectured.
After about one minute of waving at passing cars, she got a pick-up truck to pull over. A short, stocky man wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, cowboy boots, and a t-shirt emerged.
"You ladies seem to be in some distress. Can I help?" he asked with a bit of rural drawl.
"Thank god! I've never done this before and neither have my young students," Dr. Hanson replied breathlessly, holding one hand to her chest and walking over to the man and pointing back at Jesse and Denise in her car.
Denise spotted the man giving Dr. Hanson a thorough look-over from head to toe as they both headed back to the car, and he felt a little creeped out. He was sure he had given plenty of women the same kind of look, but now it just seemed scary. They had to vacate the car while the man changed the tire. It was getting a little cold at this point, so Jesse and Denise found themselves shivering close to each other, holding hands on the side of the road, and watching the man do his mechanical handiwork. They exchanged a few subdued girly giggles while the man was bent over, exposing a hairy butt crack. They were sure the man heard them, but he never showed it. Dr. Hanson was off by herself calling the hotel so the girls knew where they were. When he was done, Dr. Hanson thanked him profusely, even offering him a little money for his trouble, but he refused politely and then left.
"Did you see the gaping crevice on that guy's butt?" Dr. Hanson spurted out.
They all burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Denise reflected on the moment. He was standing in a miniskirt, pantyhose, and high heels and laughing like a girl at a man's butt crack. It felt right, though. And besides, it was goddamn funny! He shrugged his lingering doubts off and the three of them laughed the rest of the way home.
7
Once back at the hotel, Jen and Terry were already getting changed and ready to hit the nightclub downstairs for some after dinner drinks and maybe some dancing. They pleaded with Jesse and Denise to accompany them and in the end they both acquiesced. Although he was looking forward to taking off his layers of womanly attire, Denise was not yet ready to end the evening. Whether he was a man or a woman, he still liked to throw back a few drinks and he had a ton of nervous energy. And since he had to appear as a woman, he went along. All four of them then went back to their room to pick out what to wear, and as Jen explained to him, to put on their "evening faces." Denise would quickly learn that this basically meant that women could wear more vampy makeup and more provocative clothing. Jen and Terry were definitely going this route and so they took Jesse and Denise along for the ride as well.
Back in the room, there was a flurry of chattering voices and opening closets; comparing outfits, exchanging nods of approval and giggles of disapproval as they all disrobed and tried on various ensembles. Denise tried to exchange an on-the-sly knowing "male" look with Jesse at the fact that they were changing clothes and had front row tickets for two beautiful almost naked women, but Jesse only shrugged his shoulders confusingly in reply. It may have been that conveying such a sly look didn't come off as successfully in his female guise. Denise and Jesse both tried their hands at picking their own outfits, but were quickly overruled by the real girls. Neither was picking clothing that was "fun" enough they said. As a result, Jesse found himself in a white, vinyl miniskirt and a white, frilly, sheer, long-sleeve top. The whole affair was very tight fitting and topped off with a pair of white stiletto pumps with three-inch heels. They all shared a laugh when they saw Jesse had a pierced belly button. Luckily, his belly ring was small and could just as easily have been a woman's. And as he donned his outfit, all of them knew that if visible, no man in the club would have any doubt but that it belonged to a woman.
Denise was outfitted in black. Jen and Terry told him black was definitely his color and he wasn't about to argue. He squeezed into a skin-tight spandex spaghetti strap minidress, black with thin purple horizontal stripes. The front was scooped out to a very low cut and he now found himself showing off the most cleavage. Then was added a light black leather jacket. A black, metal-studded collar was fitted around his neck to conceal his adam's apple and a towering pair of black, four-inch heeled baby doll pumps completed his "heavy metal chic" look. Denise and Jesse were officially dubbed the "ebony and ivory sisters."
Jen and Terry decided on matching red and green halter dresses with thigh to knee diagonal hems complete with little tassels, as well as matching four-inch heels with straps crisscrossing up along the calves. Definitely a retro disco look, they concurred. Once attired, they could easily be mistaken for sisters. The girls also instructed them on the differences between day and night makeup tips and how to apply them according to what outfit you were wearing. They had Denise and Jesse apply their own makeup, giving them step-by-step instructions as they went along. The added advantage of the heavier and more darkly shaded makeup was to make them all look a little older so they wouldn't be carded at the bar. Denise had a fake ID, but he doubted the picture of the guy in the t-shirt and five o'clock shadow would work very well at the moment. Terry was the only one of them of legal age.
The final touch for all of them was a sprinkle of perfume. They had a rather large selection to choose from, and Denise chose a dainty smelling Chanel. They then did a last minute check of each other for flaws and declared themselves fit for departure. Denise noticed that all of this preparation seemed to be a sort of subconscious ritual with the girls and he found himself being caught up in its pleasure uncontrollably. He felt part of a close knit and exciting group and it gave him a good feeling to be sharing such intimate and close relations with such beautiful and fun women (and Jesse, of course). Again stuffing their purses with various makeup items and money, they headed off for the club.
The nightclub was larger than Denise expected. It had a large central bar area, a few tables around that and a large dance area with an attached DJ area beyond that. When they arrived the bar area was already mobbed, although mostly with men. As their small group headed for the bar, Denise again felt what was left of the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel the naked stares of many of the men upon them as they made their entrance. With a quick glance, Denise realized they were probably the four most beautiful women in the place. A sort of chill ran through him and he was momentarily shocked to realize he was again enjoying the attention. But he still found himself nervously staring down at the floor unable to look into anyone's eyes as they proceeded into the masculine masses.
The DJ was playing some house techno at a very loud volume; the dance floor sparsely occupied by a few middle-aged couples in business attire. At least this music will cover up my voice a little, Denise thought. I guess now will be the real experiment - can I pass as a woman? Why do I feel excited and energized at this prospect? Do I really want to pass?
He wanted badly to order a drink but was afraid to give himself away to the bartender and the rest of the girls didn't seem in any hurry. Jen and Terry were eyeing the dance floor and Jesse seemed even more nervous than he was.
Denise grabbed Jen. "Jen, how about you order our first round? I need a drink before actually talking to a guy dressed like this."
"Oh no you don't - you're not getting soused so easily - you're sure to get us killed that way!" Jen shouted back. "How about you come out and dance a few songs with us and then I'll get us those drinks? It'll loosen you both up, I promise. Deal?"
Did he have a choice? Apparently not as Jen grabbed his hands firmly and dragged him out onto the floor. Terry did the same with a reluctant Jesse.
Jen leaned into his ear along the way. "Listen honey - just shake your booty a little and follow my lead, ok? Piece of cake."
Jen and Terry took the lead in clearing out a place for them in almost the exact center of the floor. Dennis was definitely not a dancer and he assumed Denise would be the same, but he was proven wrong. Watching Jen and Terry in such frenzied excitement as they twisted their limbs in sensual movements to the beat of the hypnotic, fast-paced music got him excited. Before he knew it, he found himself aping some of their moves. It took a few awkward moments to get used to dancing in heels but he was soon so entranced in the communal, almost tribal interchange of their twisting, synchronous bodies that he quickly brushed off the last vestiges of his nervousness and joined in with vigor. Jesse joined in the fun too. Denise was enjoying this despite his misgivings. He found that his prosthetic breasts as they swayed ever so slightly in the restricting black lace bra, his hips and buttocks as they rubbed against the smooth material of his dress, combined with the ever present pushing of the corset on his waist and the precarious footing of his heels actually gave him a sort of gracefulness that he could never have achieved as a man. Once he accepted that he was a woman and out there, and expected to just have fun and feel, he was actually able to with a clarity he had never felt before. Even Jesse got into it, and they all found themselves in a synchronous circle of drowned out laughter, smiles, comradery, and undeniable undulating primal sexuality. Denise was really getting turned on and he was able to focus this energy into his dancing. Terry and Jen looked shocked for a moment as this occurred. They exchanged a knowing glance that Denise could not interpret and then they doubled their dance efforts, making his look amateur by comparison.
A few songs later, Denise wasn't sure how many, he looked up again to see that the dance floor was now crowded with men! A few started bumping up to the now perspiring group and trying to engage. They managed to stave this off for about one song. When Terry made a motion that she was going to the bathroom and then grabbed Jen, Denise and Jesse suddenly found themselves alone on the floor with two large men, probably in their early thirties in front of them.
Denise motioned for them to leave, but Jesse was still in a dance frenzy and seemed oblivious to the situation. Jesse had come out of his shell. When one of the men jumped in front of him and started dancing Jesse latched on to his rhythm without looking up. Before Denise could grab him, Jesse and the man were grinding hips and rear ends and vice versa furiously. She even shook off Denise's tap on the shoulder and kept going. Denise badly wanted to leave but felt it best not to leave Jesse out here by himself. All this still didn't shock him as much as the large hand that then landed on his bare shoulder. The second man spun him around and seemed to cut himself on the spiked collar as Denise spun around quickly. The man, a good 6'3" tall, olive skinned with just above shoulder length strands of black hair drew his hand back in mock pain. He stared for a moment into Denise's eyes with a knowing look and then grinned, showing her that no actual damage had been done. But what did he know? He wasn't running away, so maybe I haven't been made, Denise's mind raced. Denise had to look up to peer into the second man's eyes. He bowed slightly with what little room he could find among the crowd, caught Denise's glance with his own, and mouthed "just one dance?"
Denise scanned the crowd quickly for any sign of the girls, failed that, and in the next moment found himself being swept up into a second circle of rhythmic, hectic dancing. Jesse was beside him on the right, the second man staring intently but in a friendly way at Denise ahead, and the first man, facing Jesse, on his left. Denise reluctantly joined in, mostly dancing with Jesse. When he did look up at the second man again, his face became flushed for just a second. The man had caught the glance and smiled gently again. Before he could stop himself, Denise smiled back.
Oh God! Oh God! Denise's mind screamed. What the hell am I doing?