There was a knock at my door and I heard Sam asl Barb are you awake? I moved off the bed and grabbing a robe from the closet I cracked the door and saw Sam standing there. He said that he was sorry to wake me but wanted to know if I would like to go out for dinner.

Looking at my watch I saw it was a bit past five and I replied sure but it would take me a bit to get freshened up. He said no problem and to take my time, it was still early and there were no appointments to keep. I smiled and said thanks and closed the door.

Since there was no rush, I decided to take the extra effort to go through a full make over again. So, I striped off my undies, stockings, and wig then climbed into the shower. I decided to keep my pads and breasts on since they already were firmly attached but removed my faux vagina to clean and air it out.

It had been a while since I showered with my breasts and pads on, and they added to my feminine feeling even though I had a bit of excess tissue hanging between my legs. Using a face cream, I removed the old makeup and then I made sure to clean my faux vagina and hung it outside to dry. I finished showering and toweled off not forgetting to dry off my vagina. Remembering how Sam responded to my sent I used a light body spray before starting to apply body lotion and reassemble myself.

With all of my female parts attached I slipped into clean undies and started my shave prior to applying my makeup. My makeover went quite smooth and I soon had Barbs smiling face looking back at me. This time since I was going out I decided to go with my expensive real hair wig. The shape and style were a bit different than the one I had worn when I arrived but framed my face a bit better.

I went with my blue denim dress that buttoned up the front with a v neck to show a bit of cleavage. With a little bit of surgical tape, I was able to move my natural breast mounds into a very attractive shape. Once dressed I accessorized with a necklace, earrings, and bracelets. I checked my purse and then applied a small dose of perfume to the air which I let settle upon me. Finally for footwear I went with a pair of small heals that accentuated my walk.

Going down the hallway I made a distinct sound with my shoes which Sam picked up on since he was already looking towards me as I made my entrance. He gave me a smile and said he didn’t expect me to have a new hairstyle so soon. I told him that it was just a bit a feminine magic that I was able to apply and asked if he liked it. He said it really made me look adorable.

With that Sam grabbed his keys and we walked over to the garage door and out into the garage. We went in his car where held the doors for me as I was getting into the car. On the way there we chatted more about my voice and the way I act very feminine. I explained that it was more natural now but when I first went out, I had to force myself.

It wasn’t fancy place just a little dinner near his place. Once there he again opened the car door for me. I paused as always to get my composure as to being out as a woman. Sam seemed to notice as he asked if anything was the matter. I smiled and replied nothing just getting my composure. Sam seemed to pick up on my anxiety and asked again if everything was okay.

I admitted to him that I always was a bit insecure during the first few moments of presenting myself as a woman in a new environment.

Sam smiled and said that there was nothing that detracted from what he saw of a beautiful woman accompanying him. This was a boost to my feminine ego and was all I needed to again slip comfortably into my female alter ego. Although the place was not busy there was a wait for a table so we made our way to the bar. Sam asked if would care for something to drink and I said just a glass of white wine.

By the time our drinks were served we were told that our table was ready. As we moved to the table Sam remarked that it had been a while since he had the privilege of dinning out with such a beautiful woman. I blushed and thanked him while I sat down and replied it had been some time since I had the privilege of being with such a handsome companion.

This started us on the conversation of my dating. He asked politely how many times I had gone out on a date. I decided to blur the answer by saying a few. He then probed to find out what went on during them and I attempted to dodge answering him but I finally gave in to answer him that I behaved like any other woman would. This caused him to pause and consider his line of questioning during which the waitress came by to take our order.

As the waitress approached the table, she addressed Sam by name and asked him who his dinner date was. Sam introduced me as a close friend Barb, and our waitress as Sandi. As she exchanged pleasantries with Sam, I noticed the waitress was wearing a beautiful pendant necklace.

It was one that I had admired and looked for before, so I complemented her on it and asked where she got it. She paused, smiled and thanked me for the compliment and told me that she really liked it and got if from a local store. The waitress then went on to compliment me on my angel earrings.

Thanking her for her compliment I told her that I came across them in a fabric store of all places and I just had to have them. She then asked which one and I told her where they were and where to look for them. While we were talking Sam sat back and seemed to enjoy my little banter with the waitress. As she finished taking our order, she again thanked me for the tip on the earrings.

When the waitress left Sam mentioned that he was now even more convinced that I was a natural woman. He said the way I conversed with Sandi reminded him of the way his wife would converse with any woman. He asked me how I developed this female trait of exchanging compliments and talking about some style or other.

I told him I sort of fell into it when I first started going out and becoming very passable. At first when I wasn’t as good as being the woman that I am now, I would get long stares until I said something. This pushed the recognition factor more towards female and I would be accepted in my female role.

Sam was curious about how I did this so I elaborated, that to my understanding a person unconsciously tries to pigeon hole a person from a long way off using visual clues. Female hips and breasts, male shoulder and muscular appearance I stated. What the mind does, I added, was it gets confused when other conflicting information is sent and it wants to clarify the situation.

Continuing, for a tran’s person like me, the observer tries to get a focus on the other gender with as few of the other clues as possible. After confirming that I did have a feminine voice I used this as the deciding piece of evidence I would throw out, if, I felt that my femininity was being questioned. Sam said that he could understand that since he was a bit taken when he first heard me and this had reassured him of the mental picture of me that he had previously envisioned.

I then told him the story where during my early times of going out I would frequent a cocktail lounge just to have a drink. I had found that the waitresses were accepting of me once I spoke so I was able to relax while there. On one occasion though three guys in the early 20s came in a bit inebriated. They sat down from me across the room and began to look my way and I could tell that they were sort of sneering at me. I became a bit tense when one of them approached me and said Hey I think you’re a guy, from somewhere in me I found inner calm and replied “No but that has to be one of the worst pickup lines to get into my panties”.

Hearing my voice confirmed to him that I was female and so the verbal slap sent him back to his table. The waitress near me heard this and congratulated me on my retort. The group was soon asked to leave since they were by then getting a bit rowdy. So, in the following days I continued to use my voice more and strike up a conversation so that the auditory clues would confirm my gender.

I then told him that as I practiced, I began to actually fall into the mode of looking at things that I admired and could compliment a person on. It seems that most women do that I began to pick up on this. I told him about a time when I was at a Walmart and the girl at the register complimented me on my hair. I responded with where I got my hair done and exchanged compliments with her. Before I knew it there was a line behind me and I had to cut the conversation short.

I also told him that female mannerism had gotten my brother in trouble and he wanted to know how. I went on and said that my brother had some female friends at work whom he would go out to lunch on occasion. On the way to lunch through a mall, he happened to pass by a shoe outlet and a couple of the girls commented on the style and fit of a pair of shoes. Thinking nothing of it my brother went into a feminine zone and started commenting on the shoes.

The women listened for a moment and then stopped and stared at my brother for spouting such an innocent but intimate knowledge of women’s shoes. Fortunately, he realized his mistake and added that was what his wife told him. He wasn’t sure if they bought that but they didn’t make a mention of it to him at least.

Sam then went back to the original topic of how I behaved on a date and what I meant about acting like any woman would. I again tried to keep it vague by saying that I was approachable and would be responsive to any, what I felt as, a positive advance. Of course, he wanted to know what I felt was a positive advance, and looking at him I said, “anything that was mutually acceptable and acknowledged as acceptable by both of us”.

Fortunately, at that time our meals arrived and I was grateful for the distraction and decided to change the conversation to our dinner and food which Sam picked up on. Also, while I was eating, I noticed a woman from across the room had been taken an interest in me and kept nudging her friend to turn around and look at me. They saw me looking at them and turned away. Sam noticed my movement and asked if anything was wrong.

I told him about the two women that were seated a few tables to our rear out of sight by Sam and they seemed to have taken an interest in me. Sam then turned around to look for a moment and then sighed as he turned back. He informed me that it was two women from church who knew him. One was a busy body named Thelma whose husband was a friend of Sam’s.

The women did notice Sam’s glance and seemed to occupy themselves with their meals. Sam then told me how Thelma had tried to insert her control of his life after his wife died. He said that she felt that she was controlling of her husband and just wanted another man to control.

As we were finishing our dinner the two ladies came by the table and after giving me the once over greeted Sam. He then introduced me as a friend and sister of Tom, and I was staying with him for a few nights. I exchanged pleasantries with the ladies and they seemed a bit stand offish. The one that was Thelma seemed a bit too inquisitive since she started asking me questions as to what brought me here, what type of business was I doing and how long I would be here.

Attempting to be as open and honest as possible I gave her the details. Thelma then turned her full attention to Sam and started questioning him. In the meantime, her friend seemed a bit too interested in me as she kept inspecting me as if she was looking for something. I felt a little uneasy at the time so I decided that I should excuse myself for the lady’s room. Sam nodded when I told him while the other two just seemed to ignore me as I left the table.

Usually if I had to use the ladies’ room, I would have scoped the out the location first and then waited for what I thought was a clear time, so that it was not occupied. This usually took about 5 minutes before I relaxed enough to use the facility. In this case I sought the lady’s room as a refuge to get away so I did not have the same anxiety of entering it as I would normally have.

Fortunately, there was no line for the toilets and one of the two stalls were free as I entered. I quickly closed the door and sighed relief to be out of sight for a few minutes. Since I was already in there, I decided to relieve myself so I hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties and sat down.
Fortunately, my faux female urinary tract was worked without leaking. While I sat there, I heard the occupant of the other stall leave her stall, wash her hands and exit the lady’s room. Feeling that I had a bit of time I relaxed for a moment before tiding myself up. I was just pulling up my panties when I heard the door of the lady’s room open and Thelma’s voice.

She was stating that she knew what type of woman would hang out with a man his age and that was one who was after his money. Somehow, I was both pleased and angry at what she said since she the reference was clearly meant for me. I was pleased that she saw me as a woman but the gold digger reference just got to me for some reason.

So, grabbing my purse and having situated my attire, I opened the cubicle door and smiled at the ladies who looked a bit embarrassed as they saw me. I moved between them to wash my hands and wished them a good evening as I left the lady’s room. Sam was already taking paying the bill at the register, so I suggested to him that it might be a good time to escape before the ladies appeared again. He readily agreed and he escorted me to the car.

Again, he held the door for me as I got in. Our discussion on the way back was about the women and their questions.

(to be continued)