PINK PUNTERS- Another outing

Getting Ready

I shaved my armpits for the first time ever and I had to shave a bit more of my chest hair than normal as the top I was wearing was quite low, lower than other tops I've worn. This is no big deal for regular trannies who do clubs, but for me it was.

I didn't get to buy any batteries so I don't have any pictures. I know ! I know! Call myself a tranny!

I wanted to wear something different and after trying different combinations I wore some velvet trousers which I thought looked sensational and were a delight to wear. I must have lost some more weight since I first tried them on as they kept slipping down and towards the end I kept getting my heels caught in the hems so ended up holding my trousers legs as I danced.

Steady!

It was funny. First of all it took me ages to get ready- 2 1/2 hours. Then I realised the car was not parked outside the house but on the main road. So I walked up to the car all glammed up. I had to wear my high heels as otherwise my trousers would have been caught underneath my shoes and I would have fallen over, so it would not have been a wise move. Anyway, there was a guy across the road who saw me. Luckily it was dark and not particularly well lit up.

Trouble is most people around these parts are short and ( dare I say I) not slim and not about 6 ft 3 in heels. On top of that I usually park my car on the same spot. Oh well, if I'm outed I'm not ashamed.

Go
I changed my shoes and found a faster route to Pink Punters. Just before I got there my petrol light came on. I didn't want to risk running out of petrol later on especially as most of the garages would be closed. So I had to brave it. I put my heels back on otherwise the trousers would have been too long. As I was filling the petrol I could see the shop assistant looking at me intensely.

There were other cars around and there were four guys in and around their blue BMW. I had to walk right past them. the shop assistant was very good and just said " You' re alright mate "as I gave him the money.

Then as the BMW pulled away it tooted at me! That was a first time for me and I felt quite chuffed by it. When I told my friend I was told that I should have told the garage assistant to call me "Madam" and that I should have blown the Boys in Blue Car a kiss. Why didn't I think of that? I have no class.

In the Slow Lane

Inside PP I checked my make up and hair, got a drink and went upstairs. There were only a few trannies in PP at that time - about two others.

It started getting busy and I joined in the dancing for quite a while on my own. I find it easy now, just do my own thing and not worry about it. Then I went back upstairs to rest my feet. There was a group of real women there and one of them said " Aw, what's wrong?" As I was on my own. "I'm just resting my feet". " Well do you want a dance? Come on" then she said " well I have to go to the loo first so I'll see you a bit later"

After I had finished my drink I bought another and took it down where it was pinched. I should have learnt that lesson by now: don't put your drink down unless you are going to watch it like a hawk.

Cruising

The same woman had first said to me " Cabby? What sort of name is that?Are you are taxi driver or something?" Then later said " Oh there's Gabby and she beckoned me over and I joined them dancing. After a bit she said here's Eileen , have a dance with her. Eileen was younger and good looking. She smiled and started dancing with me, twirled herself then twirled me! I must admit I quite liked that.

We had a few dances then the older woman ( sorry darling, forgot your name) said " Will you help me find my friend" I thought she said her boyfriend . Eventually we found her friend Lisa and another girl. They looked at me and were both very friendly giving me compliments about my outfit and make up. I thought that was really considerate and nice of them. Lisa said that she had drank a lot but wanted to dance. She took my hand, rather like a man would take a girl's hand. She was tall and well built (not fat) and led me inside. Then she said she wanted to go to the loo first and would I go with her. So I did, thinking this was very odd but she must have had quite a few drinks.

In the fast lane

After we talked a bit I found out that she has a regular boyfriend but also enjoys other girls. I offered to buy her a drink and she said that she didn't want me to think that I could " pull" her as she was in a relationship. I told her that I was buying it as a friend, that I was in a relationship and I wouldn't try to pull anyone. I just wanted to have good time chatting and dancing. She gave me a big smile and told me that was wonderful. So all her group., I assume, were either bi-sexual or lesbians even though they didn't dress in a butch way.

Lisa told me her best friend , with whom she had been chatting to had been in prison " For being a heroin addict" but was a fantastic friend and person.

So they may have been deciding to get themselves a new bitch and were eyeing me up .Ha!

There is definitely an affinity beteen lesbians and trannies. I think lesbians don't see trannies as a threat and perhaps their macho behaviour makes them naturally want to treat trannies as a " weaker sex" . As Gabby I like to be treated as a girl so the lesbians' protective attitude is quite acceptable to me. Does that sound strange?

That group left soon after and Lisa didn't want to go as she wanted to chat and dance with me but eventually she left.

Back in the Slow Lane

You know when you wait for buses... well the other group was a hen party. There were a few gay men with the group as well. I was just dancing when a couple of the women in that party started dancing next to me, then with me and they really enjoyed the dances. I couldn't chat much because of the noise but I danced until 4:50!! Yay!

I am so glad I went out and that I went there. I wouldn't have felt comfortable in an ordinary club and I am sure I wouldn't have talked to so many people, plus of course I wouldn't get dressed up as Gabby to go to those places. There were a few more trannies later- a total of about seven.

I'm realising now that most people are not prejudiced and if I act in a bold way laughing at myself I get a positive reaction. That's what I did last night, put on a brave front and smiled as I went into the garage. If I ever get tooted at again darling I will blow them a kiss.

Last night I also danced with a few gays and I think a couple of them may have been straight as well. They just came up to me and started dancing in front of me so I just went along with it. There was one beefy guy who danced up to me but I think he had a gleam in his eye so I quickly danced away! Ha! I don't mind dancing with guys but I'm not interested in them in any way.

There was also a guy dressed as a cowboy. He came close up to me and looked at me. His girlfriend (or maybe just friend) said to me " Don't take any notice of him. He is mad" . Ha! Then he got out his shooter and banged me a few times!

Ha! the funny thing was when he shot his gun a red ball popped out of the barrel of his gun. The irony wasn't lost on me. It reminded me of the tip of a dick.

Another couple were dancing close to me and the guy, another beefy type, told me he loved the way I danced. Wow!! I was on a high. I looked at his girlfriend and she just shrugged her shoulders. Then he came up to me again and offered me what I thought was a shot of vodka. I looked at it and he said something like, well don't just look at it but I couldn't hear properly. I put it in my mouth. it tasted disgusting.

I had no idea what it was so I just turned round and spat it out. Maybe I was supposed to inhale it! It must have been some sort of drug as it had a small label on it and it was the size of a shot of vodka but in an opaque bottle. Perhaps someone can enlighten me. The only reason I took it was because earlier another couple came up to me and were very friendly and had offered me a shot of vodka which was surplus to their requirements.

The man from this couple told me that it was their first date and " Call me old fashioned but I want to make sure this will be a fantastic night for her to remember. " I just whispered in his ears " OMG! I wonder what you mean by that? " and we both laughed.

Because I was in a dress(well OK a velvet pair of wide flared trousers with a black flower attached to the belt, a cream and black flowery low cut top and grey handbag and grey and white thin scarf around my neck) and because I was at PP, everyone was treating me as a girl or at least as someone they could approach as being friendly and open and I suppose they could see I was having a good time dancing oh and er... may have been intrigued by a guy in drag who was having a good time on his/her own.

Overall I think they understood I was expressing my inner self and accepted it. I did go upstairs to chill out now and again but didn't get into any conversations. I bumped into Debbie and her amazingly good-looking tranny partner.

Changing Gear

I was actually thinking of going to PP en drab. I thought to myself " I don't have to get dressed up to have a good time. I can just act as I want and dance as I like" To be honest I wasn't really in the mood to get dressed up but I did want to go out. Once I decided on what to wear and started shaving and getting ready my mood changed. I was really into it and it did give me a big buzz. I think it was because I was going out in public as Gabriela and that side of me would be acknowledged by people. I loved being called " sweetheart" by the gay guy at the cloakroom and "darling" by the young tranny behind the bar and by some of the lesbians. Actually I love being tooted at as well! What am I like!! I might start going there more regularly, its nice now that I recognise a few faces I can say hello to.

Stopped in my tracks

There was one woman who saw me from about five yards whom I recognised. She stared and smiled at me but I don't think she recognised me. I shall soon find out.

The final furlong

Er, sorry for the length of this post. Hope I didn't bore you. I just wanted to remember as many of the details as possible as it was a good night. There were lots of people I danced with and managed to exchange a few words despite the noise: Kirsty( the bride to be), Maria, the Italian

beauty and all the others in the Hen party. The nice young tranny behind the bar in the great top, I am hopeless with names but thank you all for a fabulous night out.

You will notice that there are no puns in this post. Is this the first time I have passed in my posts?