Coming Out - Sex Stories

Coming Out

Coming Out Sophie Tyler was a bit of an enigma, people thought they knew her but the truth is that no-one really did, and even if someone did, not many would understand her. Sophie was a 28 year old male to female transvestite, real name Andy, a builder by trade, of slight build, 5 foot 9 inches tall, enjoyed a pint with the lads once in a while, but loved nothing more to be attired in her favourite dresses or skirt and top combinations, a bit of make-up, jewellery, and a quite long red hairpiece, Andy just loved being Sophie. Around the house Sophie was full on, the full girlie set up but never had the confidence to allow her feminine self to progress beyond the front door. Sophie belonged in a secret world like many other t-girls, too afraid of being seen, even worse to be recognised, but it was always nagging at the back of her head, she wanted to walk the streets in feminine mode, she wanted to hear the click clacking of her high heels on the paving slabs of the walkway along the street. The urge was getting stronger and up to now she’d been able to fight it, admittedly it was fear that kept that front door tightly closed and Sophie ensconced firmly inside. Looking back she knew it had to happen, it was just a case of when. One evening Sophie had been online and purely by chance she spied a t-girl meet, it was held once a month and equally by chance was only a mile or so from her home. Sophie looked longingly through the window, the night was pleasant but already dark, ...

... she felt in a turmoil. The temptation was just too strong, she was already dressed and made up, it would just be a fifteen minute walk along a poorly lit road, she imagined the sound of her heels on the pavement, the slight breeze wafting up her short skirt, her false breasts poking through her cream blouse, her red hair bouncing on her shoulders with each step she took, her slim hips swaying in a girlie fashion. Her heart was saying, “go girl”, her head was telling her “don’t be silly, stay at home”. Suddenly Sophie got up, put on her smart jacket, picked up her handbag and purse, collected her house keys from the table and was out of the door. She was a few hundred yards down the road before she fully realised what she was doing, suddenly she felt excited, exhilarated, and scared. She nearly turned back but decided it was now or never. As she had hoped the noise of her heels on the concrete sounded sexy to her, she was aware that if a car passed there would be nowhere to hide. One thing did concern Sophie right now which seemed so futile compared to everything else, as she was so turned on that she was afraid that it would show through her skirt, she giggled to herself, she was loving this walk and wondered why she hadn’t done it before, maybe it was a nervous giggle, maybe it was a “wow, I’m loving it” giggle, she wasn’t sure herself. In what seemed like no time at all Sophie arrived at her destination, she entered the back room of the pub where the meeting was to be held ...