Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole

"Oh my god, I could say the same exact thing."

Brenda was the tallest and definitely the most full-figured of the three of us. She was a retired Worchester cop, eight years off the force, she was African American and she was very pretty. She wore a light brown wig that reached her shoulders, and she loved sleeveless dresses to show off her arms. They were surprisingly feminine.

"I just turned fifty-three, I'm six-five in three-inch heels, and my wife knows. I told her when I retired, she doesn't feel too great, she has a history of heart problems. I love her, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she doesn't mind me getting dressed up as long as she doesn't have to witness it, hehe. Like I would ever show her, like I would ever show the kids." We all laughed, it was nice, it was nice sharing our stories, sharing our almost one hundered and fifty combined years of crossdressing. Unfortunately, Brenda's wife died a year and a half later. It was hard on her, it was hard on all of us even though we never met her. We didn't want to have to explain who we were, we went to the wake and funeral and sat in a corner.

Sometimes Marilyn had to get up, meet with a client, and instruct one of the other workers, she left us alone. That first time we were all in short dresses, heels, full makeup, we wanted to make a good impression, wanted to show off our feminine sides to the max. We wanted to show off our jewelry and hand gestures. We were quiet, we were getting used to each other. I was just getting used to talking to someone while in femme mode again, it was so much easier when the people you were talking to were in the same situation. We smiled, we played with our hair, we checked our long nails, our bags, I finished my wine.

"So getting to know each other a little better?" Marilyn was back, we smiled, we all shook our heads.

"Yes." We all lied.

"Good. Sarah, tell us all a little bit about yourself."

Sarah looked at us each in turn, took a long deep breath. "Well, where would I even start?" I could tell she would have liked to of cried.