I looked around wide-eyed and self conscious. Everyone was attractive—women and men—perfectly styled, comfortable in their tight outfits and narrow high heels. All the women were stunning and I was both attracted to them as well as jealous of their naturally feminine bodies—rounded hips, long narrow legs, breasts—jealous at the ease in which they walked and danced in tall pumps and jealous of their casual, relaxed expressions.
I wondered if the men would look my way. Did I look convincing enough to fool them? And how would a tall, handsome man react once he realized that I wasn’t a woman? Would I get a punch in the mouth?
“I don’t know, babe. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea,” I said glancing around the club. “Are you sure you’re okay being here with me like this?” I tugged at my dress and wrapped my arms around myself.
I was moments away from chickening out and suggesting that we leave when a waitress in a black halter top arrived at our table. Her breasts were pressed together in an impressive display of cleavage. I couldn’t help but notice and she caught me staring.
“I just got these about two months ago,” she said. “Love ‘em.” The waitress looked at me, “Are you thinking about it?” she asked.
I realized in that moment how awkward it might be for me to answer in a man’s voice. Should I talk in falsetto, I wondered. Instead I was silent.
“I am so ready for a drink,” Angelique said, jumping in and saving me from answering.
A drink. Normally I’d order a vodka gimlet or maybe just a beer but what would Prudence order? Certainly not that. Something fruity and sweet? I didn’t know Prudence well enough to decide.
I didn’t have to worry for long. Angelique mercifully ordered for us both.
I wondered if the men would look my way. Did I look convincing enough to fool them? And how would a tall, handsome man react once he realized that I wasn’t a woman? Would I get a punch in the mouth?
“I don’t know, babe. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea,” I said glancing around the club. “Are you sure you’re okay being here with me like this?” I tugged at my dress and wrapped my arms around myself.
I was moments away from chickening out and suggesting that we leave when a waitress in a black halter top arrived at our table. Her breasts were pressed together in an impressive display of cleavage. I couldn’t help but notice and she caught me staring.
“I just got these about two months ago,” she said. “Love ‘em.” The waitress looked at me, “Are you thinking about it?” she asked.
I realized in that moment how awkward it might be for me to answer in a man’s voice. Should I talk in falsetto, I wondered. Instead I was silent.
“I am so ready for a drink,” Angelique said, jumping in and saving me from answering.
A drink. Normally I’d order a vodka gimlet or maybe just a beer but what would Prudence order? Certainly not that. Something fruity and sweet? I didn’t know Prudence well enough to decide.
I didn’t have to worry for long. Angelique mercifully ordered for us both.
