The Continuing Adventures of Linda Jeffries
I had returned to the San Francisco Bay Area from Utah for a convention. I had booked a room in San Jose to be close to the convention activities. The convention concluded on Saturday noon and I decided to ditch my male identity for my feminine alter ego and visit my favorite club in the Tenderloin District of the City by the Bay, The Power Exchange.
I bathed and shaved all my bodily hair below my eyebrows (beard, arm pits, chest, stomach, arms, legs, and all but a narrow landing strip of hair over my clit). Put my hair up in curlers, and while I let the hair set, I donned by matching white bra and panties. I stuffed the bra with my B-cup silicone forms and tucked my junk between my legs. I put on a pair of white hold up stockings and red CFM high heels. A short white silky slip, my white translucent blouse and red and white checkered short slip completed the outfit.
After the red nail polish dried, I applied my makeup (foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, setting powder and red lipstick. I then removed the curlers and combed out my shoulder length hair with a white ribbon barrette in the back. The image was one of a respectable lady with the heart of a cum hungry slut.
The drive up to the city was uneventful and I was soon at the entrance to the Power Exchange paying my entrance fee. Being in feminine mode, I was able to get in with the minimum fee.
I hung around the central bar on the main level for a while before making my way to the lower level that had several play areas. I couldn’t go to the upper level because that was for couples only. That didn’t bother me because I was certain to find a number of willing single playmates in the lower level.
I soon found myself in a bedroom arrangement with a big king-sized bed accompanied by a couple of guys and another gurl like me. We were soon fully emersed in the act of mutual pleasure with our respective fellows. We were drawing a crowd at the doorway and a few people spilling into the room to get a better look. When we finally got the boys to deposit a creamy load of cum in our mouths, we spilt up and exited the room.
When I reached for my purse that I had placed at the head of the bed, I discovered it was missing. I immediately notified one of the hall monitors, they initiated a quiet search and notified the door monitors to be on the lookout for my purse. They didn’t find anything and said that when the club closed at 6:00 AM, they would be able to turn on all the lights and do a thorough search. In the meantime, I could just hang around and continue playing if I so desired.
I had to wait because my purse contained my car keys and driver’s license. Luckily, I had left my wallet in the glove box of my car with my secondary credit card and other valuable items. At 6:00 the more intense search turned up nothing. I could have made a police report, but was talked out of it by the manager. As compensation, he gave me fifty dollars and called a locksmith to open my car and make a key so that I could get back to San Jose, and ultimately Utah. He waited with me outside the club until I was able to be on my way. He made me feel very safe and cared for.
By the time I got back to my motel in San Jose, it was early morning and I had to go to the front desk and ask for a keycard for my room. That was a bit embarrassing, but I survived.
I took a short nap and checked out of my room by noon and was on my way back to Utah still in my feminine self. I made my usual stop for dinner at Circus Circus in Reno, Nevada. I didn’t have any trouble there. When I got to Elko and stopped for breakfast and fuel, I changed back to boy mode in the gas station restroom and drove the rest of the way home.
Going to the humbug of trying to get a replacement driver’s license and replacement VISA credit card was uneventful.
Two weeks later I got a call from VISA card fraud department asking if I had tried to use my old card in San Francisco the day before the call. Since it was reported as lost beforehand, the charge was denied and that’s the last time I heard of it.
