M Is for Mandi

"Hi there honey."

I heard the voice behind me and turned to see a very attractive T-gurl. I realised, this must be Jennie.

"Hey, Steve, what's all this about? I turn up a little late and you've found yourself somebody else?"

But there was humour in her voice, she'd seen Steve's face and so had I. She smiled at me.

"Sorry, honey, I'm going to have to take him away."

"No - er, Jennie. Steve was waiting for you, I know. I was just - well - keeping him company. No worries, OK?"

"That's OK then. Come on Steve, you promised me a ride in that new car of yours. I'm sorry I'm late, so let's make up for lost time. OK?"

"Yeah, sure." There was delight in his voice. He had to let go of my hand to stand up. He turned towards me. "Look, Mandi...."

"Yes. Go to it, guy. Go with your girlfriend."

He leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I smiled, Steve smiled, Jennie smiled. They left, hand-in-hand, and I stopped smiling.

Twice in the one evening. Maybe I'd been building my hopes up too high, but it really did look as if it wasn't going to happen. I picked up my bag, just about ready to call it a night. I looked round at all the couples, of various gender combinations, chatting and kissing and ... more.

Still, I thought, I really had enjoyed myself. For a first night out, tranny-style, it had been a most enjoyable evening and I'd pulled twice - nearly! I stretched my right leg towards the floor, maybe to enjoy giving the two perverts in the corner one last glimpse at my stocking tops.

"Hello there."

I looked up. A young man was looking at me. OK, maybe not young but certainly mid-twenties at the most. And quite tall, and definitely handsome. Suddenly things were looking up. He was smiling so I smiled back.

"I hope you don't mind my saying, but you are without a doubt the most gorgeous woman here tonight."

I remembered Steve's 'you look lovely' comment. That was better! Maybe I'd stay a little while longer. I placed my own hand on this guy's on the bar. I was reaching to hold the hand of a total stranger, I didn't even know his name. My own bravado surprised me, even then. Before that evening, and maybe without three vodkas inside me I'd never have done that.