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... please know, I'm not going to judge you, and neither is anyone here. This is a great group of girls, honestly. They'd be ecstatic to help you out of the closet," he said gently.

I nodded, feeling a lot better hearing that. The idea of starting out in a judgment free environment was pretty tempting. There was still a nagging doubt. Was I ready for this public a debut?

"Also, remember, you'll be in make-up, a wig and a costume, no one outside of me and the girls would know who you really are," he said comfortingly.

I nodded, "Thank you, that's very sweet."

He sat back and smiled, "I work with a whole cast of trans girls, crossdressers and even a couple FTMs, believe me I have to be understanding and conscious of things. Some of the girls can be diii-vas."

I laughed, "Yeah, I'm not surprised."

"But they are a great group of girls, and I think they'd love to have you in the fold," he said.

Well, hell. He didn't have to sell me any more! I nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll do it."

He smiled, "Welcome to the club! Let's get you in the payroll system and then I'll give you a tour."

We went through the usual basics of getting someone set-up. Name, social, address, all that stuff. It only took a few minutes and Donald was walking me out to the floor showing me the basics. There were several different areas. The restaurant area with booths and some tables was the main focus. The bar area that also had a dance floor and some risers for a DJ or small band. ...

... There was the club area in the back where they could have parties, dancing and some of the theme events. Next, there was a small stage where they would have events like costume contests, karoke, drag shows, even band performances. There was also the back area where they had the offices and the private rooms for smaller events and parties. Since the place had only been open a few months they were still building up a clientele and trying out different theme night and events to see what really hit with everyone. They were also talking about doing a party bus and other ideas for private parties.

Donald didn't really introduce me to any of the girls yet. He said he'd have me come back tomorrow at lunch and have some of the girls walk me through the basics. Then he asked the burning question.

"Do you know what you're going to wear?" he asked.

I nodded, "Oh yeah, I'm going with the French maid! I can't wait. I'm nervous, but really excited, too."

"That's great, I can't wait to see how you look. I'm sure you'll be adorable," he said as we walked me to the door.

I pulled out my phone and went into my hidden folder and found some of my dressed up pics. There were a few of me in my French maid costume. Sure, I'd posted a few of the pics on social media and trans and kink friendly sites, but I'd never really shown these pictures to anyone IRL before.

I showed Donald and he looked taken aback, "Holy hell!"

"What?" I asked nervously, worried I'd shown one of my 'racier' ...