G Is for Gemma

And she held her hand out towards me. I looked at the hand, then up at their faces. I glowed - again!! Neither of them had 'read' me, they had both assumed I was female. The ultimate compliment, I think, for any tranny. But Lisa was waiting. Quickly I reached out my own right hand, I gripped David's even harder with my own left.

"Hi there, I'm Gemma," I said, as quietly and calmly as I could.

That's all I said, just the four words. It was enough. Lisa gently shook my hand, Jason didn't, he just nodded his 'hello'. I was 'passing'. Actually passing. Like most trannies I'd always secretly believed I could, at least I'd wanted to believe it. I'd always thought - one day, I'll try it. Find some sort of safe-ish situation, maybe in the evening or early morning when there weren't many people around. Dress up inconspicuously and probably wear just a little too much make-up, hopefully not so much as to attract attention. And go for a walk, or a drive maybe.

Yet here I was, in David's front room, confronted by two of his friends, at least at that moment I assumed they were. And passing. In a tight 'pelmet'! Yes! So what next? Hell, what next? Lisa decided for me.

"David, you dark horse, you. You never let on about Gemma, That's very naughty of you. Anyway, we just called to ask if we can have a lift to the club tonight, something's wrong with Jason's car. Can we all fit into your little thing? It should be OK, Gemma and I can squeeze in the back. If you don't mind, Gemma, that is."

Like I said, first time out, 'dress up inconspicuously'. I certainly hadn't. I'd wanted to wear the short tight dress in the hope maybe of just persuading David to stay in. I'd known that really wouldn't work but maybe the threat of some sort of exposure to his friends would do the trick. And I'd really had no thoughts beyond that.

But Lisa had read something else into the dress, she'd assumed quite naturally that since David had his suit on, clearly freshly showered and shaved and so on, and I was there in my tight blue dress and high heels, that he was taking me out. And being Sunday night, obviously taking me to the club, or somewhere special at least. She seemed at that moment to read my mind.