Two girls out for a night on the town

Some of my best friends are transvestites. I met them at a nightclub in L.A. It was pretty famous back in the day. They had a drag and dinner show. Some very talented people worked there. Some actually lived their lives as women, but a lot didn't. I used to hang around with Daniel. He was a very attractive man who also did a great Dionne Warwick. He also did the grand finale of the show - the woman to man transformation. I always loved that part - where he cleans off his makeup, takes off his wig, and becomes a very very handsome young latin man. It always brought down the house.

Anyway, sometimes he was also a pretty girl named Brittany. Brittany and I used to go to an exotic drag nightclub where the performers, pretty chicks with dicks, got naked to music. We also went shopping and dancing. We had a lot of fun. Some of us used to tease Daniel about Brittany, because while most of the TV's that worked with him wore exotic and sexy clothes when they went out as women, he wore conservative secretary-style clothes, and always acted like a perfect lady - even at the strip show. Go figure. One night I drove us to the club and Daniel (Brittany) got drunk. This had never happened before when I was with him, and a few of us gently teased him/her that the "perfect lady" was perfectly drunk. She smiled at our hilarity, even though when she wobbled on her high heels, something she NEVER did when sober. Well, somewhere during the course of the night, someone told Brittany that she could never pass as a real girl. This was silly, because you really couldn't tell, not even close up. But Brittany had gotten angry and hurt, and the evening had taken a turn. She asked me to take her for a drive.

I drive a convertable, and we eased the top down. I assured Brittany that I wouldn't go too fast (she was very particular about having her wig styled just so) and away we went. A couple minutes of driving and, wouldn't you know it, some guy starts hitting on us (sike I said, Brittany can pass).