The House of Fabulous
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He couldn"t take her eyes off of her and probably didn"t even realize I was sitting there.
"There you go ma"am. Enjoy."
The waiter stepped away again as our waitress approached, one large, red drink in each hand.
"Yup. Definitely the gorgeous blond scenario." I had to admit.
She chuckled and then dug into the food hungrily, having nibbled at the party following some strange etiquette rule.
"Here you go ladies. I"ll be around so if you need anything just flag me down."
She went back to her duties as I continued to scan the restaurant while scarfing down my share of the chips having only eaten one plate early in the evening.
"So what"s the third scenario then?" Julie asked in between mouthfuls of cheese.
I scanned the bar, restaurant and kitchen before answering.
"I think you are seeing the third scenario as we speak. It involves the waiter or waitress suspecting I"m not what I appear or in this case knowing that I"m not a young lady despite trying to look like one and has simply erased it from her mind, replacing it with the fact that I am a paying customer who will leave her a very good tip for treating me as I want to be treated. Eliminating your admirer from the list, there hasn"t been anyone else who has taken even a casual interest in us. Very relaxing and true to expectations, our waitress will be receiving a very nice tip."
"Does that mean you"re buying?" she said, smiling as she slipped the stray between her lips.
"Don"t have any cash on me, but since she knows that I"m not really Stacy, I suppose I can use my credit card and treat you tonight since you were nice enough to give me a ride home."
"You"re right! I was nice enough to wait around and drive you home . . .."
"Even if it is my wife"s car." I said, finishing her statement.
We were both having a great time with the food, drink and conversation. And then it happened. There was always the worry about being stuck in a restaurant in the middle of a meal and having to use the restroom. I wasn"t alone in that respect. This was probably the number one fear of all transvestites who went out in public and occasionally had to face. Technically in Michigan it wasn"t illegal for me to get dressed up like Stacy and use the women"s restroom as long as I used it for it"s intended purpose and got out as quickly as possible. Linger too long or bump into the wrong woman while getting in or out and they could have the cops there in a heartbeat. I was fortunate enough to have never had to deal with such a situation but I could imagine getting hauled down to the police station as Stacy and being tied up for several hours until it was all worked out.
Apparently the lull in the conversation and the distant, worried stare caught her attention.
"What"s wrong?"
"Need to use the ladies room." I replied.
"So?"
It was refreshing that it was no big deal to her.
"That"s another topic for discussion after I get back." I said. Despite being tired, it was refreshing to just kick back and talk to Julie as I had done in the past with Christa.
I took a look towards the ladies room and noted a woman leaving it and heading back for the bar. Seeing no one in the vicinity was heading that way and the hostess was no where to be seen I set my napkin on the table and walked quickly away before I changed my mind. Fate smiled on me as I reached the door and opened it on an empty room. It was strange but exciting to make the turn to the right into the ladies room instead of the boring trip to the left into the men"s room.
Another plus was that the ladies room only had stalls and I swung in one and locked it, sitting down and doing my business despite the erection that was showing itself again. It wasn"t unusual to be sitting on a toilet in a public restroom but looking down and seeing the garters, stocking and flats changed the routine process dramatically.
I was finishing up my business when I heard the door to the ladies room open. Fearing that the waitress was a scenario 1 or 2, I feared I would hear a mob or scream of sirens when she discovered I was no longer at the table and this was the only place I could be hiding. It was only a single person, a woman, however, who came in to the use the facilities and sat down in the stall next to me. It was clear that she knew I was there as we could see each other"s feet under the stall walls but I still sat there quietly, hoping the rumor of woman wanting to chat with each other while in the bathroom was greatly exaggerated.
I had finished up just as she came in but just continued to sit there, trying to match the same level of sounds I could hear coming from her. Absolutely silence on my part would have been suspicious.
She was doing her business as I continued to sit there, my hand unconsciously stroking my erect penis knowing that I was in the ladies room and a complete stranger was sitting only feet from me. Within a minute though she was back on her feet and had left the stall. I could hear water running in the sink before the door opened. I was already on my feet having flushed and was about to make my own exit when I heard the door open again and more than one woman had made their way inside.
"Shit." I thought to myself.
Remembering that there weren"t open urinals in the ladies room, the two new arrivals entered a stall on either side of me and went about their own duties. I chanced a quick glance under the door and as far as I could see there was no one else out in the restroom itself. I unlatched the door and made my way quickly to the sink and began to wash up just as a third woman came in. I didn"t spy a look up and she moved on, taking a position in the stall I had just vacated.
"The ballgame game just end in the bar?" I wondered.
One of the women had flushed and I knew I would have company at my side in seconds so I set a new record when I rinsed, dried and departed. I pulled open the door and stepped out relieved that no one was walking in. I was half way across the lobby when the hostess stepped up to her podium, right in my path, and smiled as I went by. I smiled back, successfully meeting her stare. Technically she couldn"t have known I had just come out of the ladies room moments earlier so I was somewhat relieved as I made my way past her and returned to my table, finding Julie right where I had left her. She was still working on her margarita and had received a refill of tortilla chips, courtesy of the attentive waiter, when I approached and sat back down.
Whew.
"Everything come out OK?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yes. Fine. Thank you." I replied. "You pay women to come in there and visit me?" I finally had to ask.
She chuckled, choking on the frozen fruit drink.
"No. I see they were flocking there on their own and turned down my cash offer." She said, looking at me out the corners of her eyes, the straw still in her lips.
"Don"t like using the ladies room?" she asked.
"Would mind it a lot less if I couldn"t get arrested for it." I replied.
"It"s illegal?"
"No. Technically it"s not according to the letter of the law, but if someone causes a stink it can get ugly real quick." I said, going on for ten minutes on the intricate line between using and lurking in the ladies room and the legal ramifications.
"I had no idea?" she finally said. "I wouldn"t mind you using it with me in there but I guess my views are different than some people."
"You"re different all right!"
She smiled.
"If I"m stuck and have to use the ladies room I just go in and out trying to time my visit to minimize any chance of causing a scene. Last thing I want to do is get a free ride downtown dressed this way and spending the night in the lockup."
"I dunno." She said. "You could probably meet some new friends there."
"You bitch!" I replied, using the term she and Christa had exchanged.
Her eyes went wide in mock shock and we both giggled, enjoying ourselves immensely.
The next twenty minutes passed and we were both beginning to wind down. Chips were gone and the strawberry margaritas were down as far as they could go.
"Anything else ladies?" our waitress asked. When we shook our head she put the tab on the table and began to clean up.
I dug into my purse and took out my wallet, finding a few bills but it wasn"t enough. I was going to pull out my credit card but noticed that it wasn"t in it"s usual spot. I examined all the other places it could be hiding and finally went through the bottom of the purse looking for it.
"Something wrong?" she asked, noticing the confused look on my face.
"Can"t find my credit cards. I could have sworn I moved them to this wallet earlier today."
She smiled and stared at me.
"If you didn"t want to buy, just say so Stacy!" she said, feigning a hurt impression before pulling some cash out of her own wallet and laying it on the table.
I didn"t have to worry about a great tip. Julie remembered my comments and tossed an extra ten dollars on top of the tab.
"Thanks Julie." I said, continuing to shift through my purse. "I guess I must have left them at home."
"You"re welcome."
I started to put things back into their place when I picked up the check from Debbie for my work earlier in the evening.
"I wonder if they would cash a check?" I offered, then realizing that I had no official documents naming me as Stacy. That would make it nearly impossible to cash at any time I concluded and was slipping it into my wallet when I took a closer look and noticed that she had written it out to David Miller.
She knew? She hadn"t let on if she did but it was clear that she had figured it out. I knew she would. There were too many things pointing at my true identity when her and her husband came by for dinner.
"What"s the matter? You just turned white as a ghost?"
"Ah. Nothing. Just noticed that the check Debbie wrote tonight is made out to me."
"Who do you think it would be made out to?" she asked, smiling.
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