Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2006 16:25:10 -0400
From: Joyce Devries <joyce_devries@hotmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Cheryle #4, TV/TG section

Note, this a true story, some of the names have been changed,
but certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right
from my diary entry of the time.

My (email) name is Joyce Devries and of all of the
adventures I have had dressed as a woman, this was the ultimate.
I got courted by a true and real Lesbian Female, my spouse and
her Bi female lover and my date went out for a romantic date to
Stage West (www.stagewest.com), and double dated and here is
diary entry for you all to enjoy.

I am 5'2", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite
well as a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a
woman, this one was an awesome special, romantic adventure.

Continued..

I got inside and watched as Cheryle drove off and then I
walked past the living room mirror and could see that I was
definitely not well put together, my hair was a bit of a mess, my
lipstick was smeared, not a lot, but you could definitely tell I
was kissing, my skirt side slits were way off, my skirt had
turned. I was in the middle of cleaning up my appearance and the
phone rang, it was Cheryle on her cell and she was giggling asked
if I noticed if I was being checked out by my neighbor and told
her, "no, she was seeing the mess I looked like and, I am sure she
figured out what I was doing". She was laughing so hard and said,
"I did not think your lips were smeared that bad, but what when I
saw your skirt was sideways I knew you were in trouble". She told
me to relax, that if my neighbor did not advertise she was a
Lesbian, then she would be sure to keep it to herself. I agreed
and then she said again how sexy it was in the car and told me to
expect a very erotic weekend when we got together and be ready for
anything.

After I calmed down I then realized that Cheryle was right,
my neighbor was not going to say anything to Sharon, and I had the
ammunition that I had seen her kissing her girlfriend a number of
times when she thought no one was looking and relaxed. I stared at
myself in the mirror and realized I was still very hot and
bothered!. I quickly made my way down to my room and opened my
lingerie drawer and pulled out my trusty vibrator and quickly and
carefully pulled off my pantyhose and panties and quickly started
to sit down on the toilet. I opened my jacket, and hiked my skirt
up around my waist and turned on the vibrator and gently caressed
my crotch and started caressing my breasts through my lace
camisole and closed my eyes and dreamed about kissing Cheryle. It
did not take long and before long I let go in my latex vagina, I
was savoring the memory and did not care my release was running
down my leg, but made my way to the shower and dumped my load. I
washed out my vagina and cleaned myself up and after drying off my
latex vagina, slipped it back on and was just planning on relaxing
for a bit before jumping in the shower and washing all of my
makeup off, I sat down and checked my email and sitting there was
an email from my spouse Sharon and she said;

"Dear Joyce,

Hope you had a good time out today with Cheryle today, and
you by now know that we are going to Stage West next weekend, if
you like, stay dressed and we can go out for dinner when I get
home would love to chat with you about your day.

Kisses

I immediately responded and told her that I would love to go
for dinner and checked the clock and saw that Cheryle and I had
certainly had had a long lunch and it was 3:45pm, I knew I had
time and started getting ready for Sharon to come home from work.
I carefully put my panties and pantyhose back on and then went and
touched up my makeup, after all, Cheryle had made a mess of it,
and after touching up my eyes and cheeks I decided to leave my
lips until Sharon came home. I knew that Sharon would be in very
low heels and decided that I would grab my "work" 3" height black
kid heels, and slipped them on and then decided I would relax
before Sharon came home from work. I grabbed a glass of wine and
surfed the internet a bit and then got a call from Sharon and she
told me she was leaving from work and was 15 minutes away and went
upstairs and grabbed my "Glamour" magazine and purse and sat on
the couch and waited for Sharon to come home. About 20 minutes
later I heard Sharon's car come in the driveway and quickly opened
my purse and applied the same lipstick that I wore for Cheryle and
hoped I had done well without a mirror.

I got up and waited for Sharon to come in the back door and
when she did she slipped off her coat and plopped down her purse
and she looked me up and down, came and gave me a little kiss on
the lips and told me I looked great, "perfect for business
formal", she told me that she had to use the washroom and that she
would be right back, and she mentioned that I might want to get my
light long spring coat as it was a little cool out. I went and got
my coat and slipped it on and then went back to the kitchen to
join Sharon and I had seen that she put on the matching lipstick
that I was wearing and commented on it and she told me that if she
did not, I would have sent her back to the bathroom to put it on
so she put it on anyway, and laughed a little. I looked Sharon
over and she was wearing one of her favorite business formal
outfits, a black camisole shell, a below the knee red flowered
skirt, and black single breasted jacket, she had on nude hose and
about 2 inch "clunky" black pumps. She slipped on her jacket and
grabbed her purse and asked if I was ready to go and I told her I
was and tugged my purse over my shoulder and followed Sharon out
the door to the car.

Sharon had parked well up on the driveway, so there was no
way we were going to be running into our neighbor, and I slid into
the passenger seat and Sharon in the driver seat and she asked
where I wanted to go for dinner and I told her I really did not
care, as long it was not our "regular" place, Kelsey's, and she
suggested East Side Mario's, at Oakville Place mall, (a place we
have been to numerous times) and I agreed, also mentioning that it
was the first place I met Cheryle and she patted my hand and said,
"oh my dear, I know, oh do I know". As we drove she asked general
questions about how the day was and how lunch was and I told her
it was nice, and she asked if Cheryle was dressed as nice as I was
and giggled and told her she definitely was, but I was
disappointed with the height of her heels. Sharon laughed and
said, "not all of us like to destroy our feet and calves with CFM
heels!". I told her that for lunch I did wear heels like that and
she looked at me and rolled her eyes and said, "of course you
did". We chatted about, "this, that and the other", and then got
the parking lot of Oakville Place just outside of the entrance
close to East Side Mario's. We got out of the car and I asked
Sharon the time and she told me 5:45pm, and I reminded her that on
a Friday evening, we may not get a seat!. She told me we were in
no hurry and that we could wait and I agreed, and we walked
towards the entrance with our heels clicking and I loved it all
over again, hearing the sound.

We got to the entrance of the restaurant and we waited and
the hostess came up and grabbed a couple of menu's and I was
shocked as she asked us to follow her, as the restaurant was
packed, but as we got to the table, she told us that this one had
just come free for two and out timing was perfect. As I sat down,
I looked around and saw that the restaurant was packed and that
even though we were not in a booth, I felt comfortable. I also
noticed that even though it was a Friday evening at a casual
restaurant, I saw that Sharon and I were not the only women
wearing skirts and heels and was pleasantly surprised. Our
waitress came and introduced herself as "Maggie" and handed us our
menus and asked if we would like something to drink, I ordered a
cooler and Sharon ordered a glass of white wine.

We looked over the menus and Sharon asked what I felt like
and I told her that I had a soup and salad and decided to go for
some pasta. As the waitress came back with the drinks, she asked
if we were ready to order and we told her we were and both ordered
and as she left she said, "enjoy your drinks ladies", we both
thanked her and after she left, we started talking. She asked me
how much Cheryle told me at lunch today and I told her all about
it, and she said, "sounds like she has not left anything out, so
what are you going to wear?". I told her that I had a few ideas,
as Cheryle wanted me to wear something to show off my legs and she
laughed a little and said, "oh with your closets, that should not
be a problem". I smiled and told her that I was not sure whether
to go with one of my long gowns with a thigh high slit or one of
my shorter elegant formal gowns, and Sharon giggled a little and
said, "oh I am sure that you will work it out". I then asked her
what she was planning on wearing and if she knew what Brenda was
going to be wearing and she said she had no clue what Brenda was,
but she had two dresses in mind that she was going to be selecting
as her final decision and it was going to be a decision she would
make before we went to the salon on Saturday. I asked if she could
give me a clue and she said, "let's just say they are both dresses
that you got me off of Ebay", I then had a pretty good idea of
what she was thinking of.

Our food came, but before we started eating Sharon smiled at
me and asked, so have you kissed Cheryle yet. I must have blushed
and looked down and Sharon started to giggle and said, "thought
so, tell me is she a good kisser?" I quietly told her that she was
a good kisser, but that is as far as we got. Sharon laughed and
told me it was a good thing, as not to spoil the special Saturday
evening coming up. She then asked what else Cheryle had told me
and I told her that she told me not to pack an overnight bag and
that she was planning on dressing me for the trip home in some of
her clothes. She laughed and said, "oh same size are we?". Well
that opened up a "pandoras box", of things I told Sharon and as
Sharon ate her food, all she was doing was smiling. I told her all
about how Cheryle and I were practically identical physically and
our dressing styles were almost identical, and she smiled, and
said, "I guess you found your identical twin, well, almost". The
conversation went on and on over dinner and I barely noticed the
two women that sat directly across from us, both about the same
age as us and both dress smartly for business in skirts, heels and
hose. At one point I looked over and saw one of them checking
Sharon and I up and down and our eyes met and we smiled back to
each other. I caught Sharon seeing what I was doing and when I
looked back at her she smiled and said, "you already have a
Lesbian husband and now a Lesbian girlfriend, do you think that is
not enough?".

I laughed and told her that I would be fine and grabbed my
purse and told her I had to use the ladies room and slid out of my
chair slowly and carefully, not even adjusting my already high
riding skirt to ride up, to allow the girls next to us a little
show. I slid out and never looked back so, I am not sure if they
saw anything and then checked around as I walked to the ladies
room and saw what I saw before and that was a surprising number of
women in skirt, heels and hose. It was around 7:30pm when I walked
into the washroom, and was shocked, it was packed, now this
washroom only has 3 stalls and there were four girls at the mirror
touching themselves up, all of the stalls were full and three
girls were waiting for a stall. To say I was nervous was an
understatement and to say we had room to move was also an
understatement!. I smiled as much as I could and shuffled around
as girls left the mirrors and others entered the stalls, my eyes
and body wanted to look around and check out what all of the girls
were wearing and such. However being so close, and I mean close
enough I could smell their lipstick and blush on some of these
girls, I kept my eyes straight ahead and exchanged, the common,
comment of, "I cannot believe it is this packed", echoed over and
over and I joined in the chorus. I heard more and more girls come
in behind me and eventually it was my turn for a stall and took
the first opportunity and went in and sat down and did my
business, loving the fact the stalls next to either side of me, I
could see heels and hose pulled down and heard girls peeing.

I took my time and pulled up my pantyhose and adjusted my
skirt and jacket and slung my purse over my shoulder and opened
the door, and was greeted by a girl rushing into the stall. I
looked around and could see that the mirror only had one girl at
it and the ladies room had thinned out quite a bit. I felt really
confident, as due to the packed ladies room, not really anyone was
paying attention to anyone, and I went to the mirror and pulled
out my lipstick and touched up my lips and fluffed out my hair and
smiled at the girl next to me and the others that were looking at
me in the lineup and packed my purse and left the ladies room. I
loved the sound of my heels clicking as I walked back to the table
and when I got there, Sharon immediately commented, "there you
are, I was going to send out a search party, is everything
alright?". I told her that the ladies room was packed and she
giggled a little and told me that she figured as much as the
number of women she saw going in and out, and I giggled with her
and told her it reminded me of going to the ladies room at Stage
West at intermission when the lineups are out the door. Sharon
smiled and told me that it was her turn and also told me that she
had paid the bill. As she got up to go to the ladies room and
grabbed her purse, I told her in a fun way that when she came back
that her lips should be matching mine and she said, "darn forgot
it in my makeup bag at home", while smiling. I simply opened my
purse and pulled out my lipstick and handed it her and she put it
in her purse and apprehensively said, "alright", and watched her
walk to the ladies room.

I took the time to look around at the restaurant and did some
people watching. As I looked around I could see that there were
other girls that were in skirts, and heels and hose, but it was
more of the casual variety, Sharon and I and I were definitely a
little out of place looking like two girls coming from the office,
I smiled and finished my drink and did not really care. Before I
knew it Sharon came back from the ladies room and I commented to
her about how fast it was and she said, "I was alone, went in and
peed and then fixed my hair and lips". I was floored, and had to
laugh and noticed that she did what she said she would and her
lips were fixed and were the exact shade as mine and she handed me
back my lipstick and I put it back in my purse. She then said,
"ready?". I told her I was and grabbed for my long coat and Sharon
slipped hers on and we left the restaurant, and as we left the
hostess said, "have a good evening ladies". We walked back to the
car and again I loved hearing our heels clicking in unison and
then she unlocked the car and I slid in the passenger side, but
this time I tugged down my skirt as I slid in. Sharon saw what I
was doing and just smiled at me and started driving home, she then
asked what I wanted to do when home and I suggested snuggling in
and watching a movie, she asked me which one and I told her,
"Runaway Bride", she moved her hand to mine and smiled and said,
"perfect".

We held hands all the way home and then when we got home,
Sharon expressed a firm interest in getting out of her work
clothes, and I protested, but she pleaded and I told her as long
as we changed into our matching peignoirs and she left on her hose
and heels I would agree. She smiled and said she would and I went
to my bedroom and she hers and we both changed out of our "work"
clothes and met in the family room to watch the movie. Sharon came
downstairs in her matching peignoir, with popcorn and a couple of
wine coolers and we snuggled up under a down filled comforter and
watched the movie and every once in a while giving each other long
lingering loving kisses. Eventually, the movie ended and we held
hands and went up to bed, and after a wonderful day, all I
remembered was snuggling in to Sharon's breasts as I drifted off
to sleep, dreaming about the weekend that was to come.

The week following the big weekend had me scrambling and
trying on dress after dress, I tried on long dresses with thigh
high front slits, I knew that Sharon was wearing a long dress and
honestly had no clue what Brenda or Cheryle were wearing and was
not sure what to wear, I went from dress to dress to dress. I
decided to start flipping through some of my photo albums to see
what would look good and got even more confused!. I had been to
Stage West at least 10 times and knew what was acceptable for
dressing for females, and also did not want to wear a dress I had
worn there before. I was then looking through pictures that I had
not scanned yet or put in my photo albums from my Royal Botanical
Gardens fall photo shoots and ran across pictures of me in a dress
that I had totally forgot about. This dress I got off a woman on
Ebay, she wore it on an Alaskan cruise, it is a stunning dress,
mid-thigh length (nice and short), crushed velvet kind of
material, it was a dark purple and black colour with gold
highlights, has a sweetheart neckline, and the stunning part of
the dress was the wide open back, open enough to almost to the
tops of your panties. The sleeves were short and "puffed out" a
little, as I pulled it out and slipped it on, and then went to the
mirror, I knew this WAS the dress I was going to be wearing, I
forgot just down sexy and feminine it was. I quickly went to my
lingerie drawer and grabbed a pair of ultra sheer, "nearly black"
stockings and a garter belt and slipped them on. I then and picked
a pair of 4" black patent heels and headed back to the mirror and
almost died, the look was perfect. I even grabbed a clutch purse
that came with the dress that was the same purple, black and gold
colouring and went back to the mirror and started to parade
around. Much to my dismay, as I walked around my stocking tops and
garter belt straps were showing as I walked, the skirt was too
tight and rode up, so I would have to go with pantyhose for the
Saturday evening if I chose the dress.

Even though I was sold on that dress I still went through my
closets and pulled out more short and sexy formal dresses and even
a few more long ones and still kept coming back to the dress I was
originally sold on. Cheryle emailed me on the Tuesday before the
date and told me she had to know the colour of my dress, and even
though I was not 100% sure, I knew I had to pick something, and
since the dresses I was planning on were black in some form or
another, I told her black, and she emailed me back and told me,
"perfect, see you Saturday". After I got the response back from
Cheryle I knew that my dress was set and started planning for the
jewelry that I was going to be wearing, and decided on it was
going to be a long sparkly earring set and an elaborate rhinestone
necklace, I was planning on my formal gold watch and a sparkly
rhinestone bracelet. I then realized that Cheryle was probably
going to be bringing me a corsage and I had to keep one of my
wrists clear in case it was a wrist style of corsage and decided
to pack the bracelet in case it was not a wrist style. I thought
about an anklet, but I was planning on wearing my 4 _" black
patent heels that had ankle straps and decided to simply pack a
simple gold anklet in my clutch purse for possibly wearing it the
following day.

I got an email on the Wednesday from Cheryle telling me that
she was going to be stopping by "sometime" on Thursday to pick up
what I wanted her to wear on the Sunday for the trip home from her
apartment. I had already thought about this the minute I
challenged Cheryle and went and grabbed one of my favorite
outfits, which was a blue comfy sweater dress what was originally
Sharon's, that ended up in my wardrobe after Sharon outgrew it. It
is circa 1980's, with a short skirt, shoulder pads and long
sleeves, and I knew that it would look great on Cheryle and if she
did not like it, I would laugh as she would have no choice. That
Wednesday evening when I came home that evening from my usual
night of bowling was a pair of Sharon's heels, they were navy blue
with about a 1 1/2" heel from an outfit she wore to a Wedding and
a note that said, "leave these out for Cheryle", I wondered what
it was about, and decided to include them for when I left out the
dress for Cheryle. I left the items out for Thursday morning as I
went to work and then when I came home from work there was a bag
that was on the back door and when I opened it was a package that
was in a "Mary Kay", bag, and written on it was, "wear this
Saturday evening, and when you go to the salon, I want glamour
length nails". What was in the bag was nail polish and a matching
tube of lipstick, in a shade I have never worn before, it was a
burgundy/deep red colour, and it was colour last, I put it up to
my face and had to admit, with my complexion it was a different
and complimentary look and as I looked in the mirror, knew that it
would compliment the dress as well. I was confused about the
"glamour length nails", but after emailing Sharon, she told me to
simply ask for that at the salon and they would know what to do.

The Friday night before the big day arrived and I slipped
into my favorite black long silk and lace peignoir and took
Sharon's advice and was going to spend the night in my room and
meet her the next day dressed for our salon appointment. I
gathered my dress, heels and hose and knew that for this dress, I
was going to have to wear a special bra, which I got for another
dress that had a wide open back and it was a "convertible" bra,
with a back strap that pretty much comes just above the panty
line, it is a pain to wear, and after I realized that I needed
snaps on the shoulders to hold the bra. So I spent the next hour
or so sewing them into the shoulder pads of the dress and after I
did I slipped the dress and the bra on to make sure they would
work and they did, all I would need help from is Sharon to pin the
back strap of my bra, below the huge back dip of the dress when I
was getting ready for the evening. After the bra "situation" was
taken care of I put together all of the rest of the outfit, with
my jewelry, shoes, hose, heels and grabbed my clutch purse that
matched the dress and started packing it. I had to laugh as I
opened my "usual" black patent clutch purse and was transferring
the contents, saw that there was no need to move over the
condoms!. I packed the "usual", a compact, tissues, a small vile
of my obsession perfume, a comb and spare set of house keys,
knowing the lipstick would have to wait until after the salon
trip. It was getting late and I wanted an early night and decided
that I would pick out what I was going to be wearing to the salon
in the morning as my mood dictated. I crawled into bed tingling
with anticipation for the upcoming day.

I awoke the next morning, later than usual, but very well
rested and ready for the day, I saw the time was 10am and knew our
salon appointment was set for 1:45pm, for both Sharon and I. I
relaxed in my lingerie and could hear Sharon walking around
upstairs and up till about noon, I answered some emails and
chatted on-line and just after noon, slipped into the shower for a
very slow and thorough cleaning and once I was "squeaky clean", I
slipped on my blue terri-cloth robe and moved to my room to start
getting dressed for the day. I slipped on my latex vagina, and
then the panties I was going to be wearing for the evening and
they wear the ones that would match the bra I was going to be
wearing, which were a black bikini, satin and lace combination, I
love wearing them as they are so sexy. I then started looking
through my closets and started wondering what to wear to the
salon, with the only thing I had to be sure of was that I had to
wear a blouse that was a button up blouse. I knew Sharon was
probably going to be in jeans and a casual blouse and pondered
wearing everything from a jean miniskirt to a pair of black
leather pants. After going to the salon dressed for work in
business formal in the past, and in miniskirts, I decided to
"dress down", and grabbed a long calf length jean skirt that used
to be in Sharon's closet, and a short sleeved denim style button
up blouse. I also pulled out a plain white cotton bra and
"daywear" 20 or so denier nude pantyhose and my low 2" black kid
heels and laid them out on my bed.

I started to get ready by carefully slipping on the nude
pantyhose, and then my plain bra and then moved to the bathroom to
apply the little makeup I needed for the trip to the salon, which
was a tiny touch of eyeliner and very light touch of blush and a
very light coat of my "business lipstick", which was light reddish
pink. I then slipped on the blouse and then the skirt and finally
the heels. I never put on any perfume or jewelry and packed the
new lipstick and nail polish in my regular purse and after
slipping on my heels, double checked my look in the mirror and saw
the time on the clock was 1:20pm and knew Sharon would be waiting
for me upstairs. I went upstairs and Sharon was waiting for me,
reading her book, and when I came up, she looked me over and said,
just one thing, "nice", she asked if I was ready to go and I told
her I was and she told me she had to use the washroom and when she
was done, we would go. Sharon was wearing a pair of black stirrup
pants and a green and white blouse and low 1" black heels, I was
surprised to see that she was at least wearing nylons. When she
came back from the washroom, she grabbed her purse and asked if I
was ready to go, and I asked if we needed coats and she told me
the temperature was warm enough that coats were not needed. I
already had my purse ready and Sharon lead the way out the door to
the car.

To be continued..

So here is the offer:
I AM NOT A PRO.
This 38 year old, petite, passable TV, would love to entertain
you if you are in my area, Toronto Ontario, as described in the
story above. I love to be the girl of your dreams, and as long
as I can remain the girl at all times, I would love to hear from
you. I am not interested in being a TV/TS "girlfriend" and "BI"
sex, but rather I will be the woman of your dreams for a
wonderful and possible formal evening, I promise, you will not
go home frustrated. If you are a NON-smoking male or female,
that would like my company for the evening, please contact me,
kisses,

Joyce Devries, joyce_devries@hotmail.com
MSN: joyce_devries@hotmail.com