Booth Babe Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Booth Babe Pt. 03

... started to think about the possible consequences of this part of me being exposed. The person whose reaction I worried the most about was my daughter and she knew and was supportive. I had a sister who I talked to a half dozen times a year and saw once or twice a year. Would it matter if she found out? Probably not and I am not sure I really cared what her kids thought either. My dad had passed away years ago and unfortunately my mom was in a care facility because of her Alzheimer's.

That pretty much just left my friends and the guys I had worked with. The truth was that I knew there would be plenty of negative reactions from a lot of them. The fire service was filled with guys who wanted people to know that they were masculine manly men. The idea that one of their own would want to enjoy girly feminine things wouldn't be accepted by a lot of them.

This was my primary friend and social group and losing that would be tough. The reality was most of my social time with them revolved around playing golf. A thought hit me, maybe some of them would accept me and I could get some cute girly golf outfits and play from the ladies red tees. Thinking about that cause me to smile.

I suddenly remembered one other group that would most likely find out, my neighbors. I had become friendly with some of them, and we occasionally interacted socially. I would probably get some pretty mixed reactions from them. Some would be okay with it, maybe even be supportive, some would probably ...

... try and ignore it, and some would probably remove me from their life to extent they could.

Maybe I could replace both of those groups with new friends, ones that shared my interest in girly things. I couldn't be the only crossdresser that played golf, I thought smiling again. I knew I didn't have to make any immediate decisions, but I also knew the one decision I wouldn't make was to go back to hiding deeply in the closet.

The traffic had gotten heavy, and the drive took over two hours before I saw the skyline of Baltimore. I drove downtown and toward the Inner Harbor. There was even more gridlock and by the time I pulled into the parking garage of the hotel it was almost three-thirty. I had heard my phone vibrate a couple times in the last thirty or forty minutes and as soon as I parked I picked up to look at the texts.

'Hey... hope you had a good drive. Can you let me know if you got there safely' Casie had sent.

'Just got here safe a sound. Traffic was pretty bad. Love you.' I quickly sent back.

The other text was from John. 'Checked in. Room 743. Going to maybe try and grab a nap before going to register at five-thirty.'

He had sent it fifteen minutes ago and I texted back. 'Just parked on my way to the room.'

As I was getting out of the car, he sent a thumbs up back. I pulled my suitcase off the rear seat and made my way to the elevator. You had to go down to the lobby and then go through it to the elevator to get to your room. I noticed that this was ...