Besides being a basically closeted TV, I also had a number of fetishes. My love for wearing women's clothing aside, I adored the feel and smell of makeup and the acourtrements of the female, and above all the look and feel of beautiful hair. The smell of it, the softness and silkiness, the feel against my body. I couldn't get enough of it. Even on those days when I did not have the time or inclination to fully dress in my feminine wardrobe, I still had the desire to apply full makeup, a silk robe, and one of my many natural hair wigs. All different lengths, colors, and styles. Of them all, my favorites were the 3 or 4 I had styled in my all time favorite style - the bouffant flip. The look and feel of a sexy bouffant was something I could not get enough of. Maybe it went back to when I was 14 and had my first "experience" with sex via a friend of my sister and myself from across the street. She wore her gorgeous blond hair in a flip that tumbled around her face, and there came a day when we were all at the beach and when the others went into the water we were left alone in the dunes. I got my first blowjob, and the site of that beautiful hair bouncing over my legs and crotch was something I can never forget. Anyway ... Although one of mine was cut to slightly longer than chin length, the others were all shoulder length or slightly longer.  One - a cute blonde number, was cut with feathery bangs over the forehead, while the others all had thick sweeping bangs across one eye where they merged into the upswept side. I could not resist the look of that one eye peeking out from behind the sexy sweep of hair, and apparently most males couldn't either, as I came to find out a while later.

So it was I came upon a gorgeous, silver haired woman one night in a quiet piano lounge around the corner from my apartment that I frequented in both my male and female personna's.

I was sitting in my usual rear booth in the dimly lit lounge. I was known to the girls who took table orders as my male self and as Cathe - my female self - in which I appeared this night.. The small booth I usually occupied was quiet and out of the way as I liked it. The nights "Cathe" was there were simply to relax and have a quiet drink alone - not on the prowl for male company. It was nice to just sit a while, have a drink, and listen to the excellent piano player run through his repertoire of classical and standards, and maybe have a dance with an unsuspecting guy if he was not a pushy, cheating, married dope out loking for a quickie one night stand. I was wearing a simple linen summer dress of black and white polka dots along with white strappy sandals and matching bag.

My hair - brunette tonight - was styled in a chin length bob, slightly tapered to the neckline. 100% european human hair, it had cost me nearly $300 ( in 1969 dollars!) at my favorite custom wig salon on Fifth Avenue in New York City, but it was worth every penny. The proprietor – Sean – was a female impersonator of some repute, and would also make wigs for a few of us “special” girls if he liked you. He had shown me a video of one of his performances on stage as well as a more private one of him giving a guy the most spectacular blowjob I have ever seen, and his wig never so much as looked like it was going to come undone. I was sold and ordered 2 on the spot one blonde and one brunette. It moved like silk at the slightest movement of my head, and only a slight breeze set it tossing as if it was my own. In some respects you could almost say it was, since it attached to my head with a combination of combs and a natural hairline of clear material fastened around the face and ears with cosmetic glue. The way the hair was attached in graduating thickness made it appear entirely natural, and nothing short of a hurricane would dislodge it from my head. On those occasions in which I felt like being with a nice guy and sucking his cock - there was no problem with his running his fingers through my hair as I bobbed my head up and down until I received my favorite treat in my mouth. Unless I had a reason to let the guy know I was not actually what I appeared to be, they never knew. I  doubt any of them actually cared, once I got them in my mouth. But continuing ...

Barmaid Jennifer had just brought me another bourbon when I saw her looking for a table. It was a busy night and there were no booths available, and very few tables for singles or couples. She was alone, too. She was lovely - perfectly made up, a cute summery outfit of white capri pants and sleeveless collared blouse of bright orange and red patterns. But it was her hair that caught my eye more than anything else. Not quite reaching her shoulders, her beautiful silver hair was styled in a gorgeous bouffant flip with sweeping bangs that partially hid her right eye. Large white button earrings peeked through the upswept curls framing her face and matched a choker length white necklace. She was very well put together and accessorized, but that shining silver hair is what attracted the attention of me and most of the single men in the place. The fact that she wore no wedding or engagement rings no doubt contributed to the discreet removal of a few wedding bands from various men. A few had already stopped at my booth and asked to join me - or had drinks sent - to no avail.

On one hand I felt sorry for her - on the other I was immediately attracted. When Jennifer soon walked by to take a drink order, I asked her if she would please ask her if she'd like to join me and perhaps avoid being hit on all night as a single. Jen smiled and said "sure", as well as giving me a sly wink.

I watched as Jen went to her and spoke a few words, then gestured towards me. I smiled and waved to her and was gratified to see her smile in return and mouth the words "thank you" before slipping away from the crowd and walk over to my booth.

"Thank you so much for inviting me to join you - I was beginning to feel like I was on display!" she said softly. "My name is Ginny"

"Please join me, Ginny" I said "it looks like you are attracting more attention than you wanted over there. Besides, I'm here in this booth alone and would like someone to talk to. Oh … my name is Cathe."

"It's nice to meet you, Cathe" she said as she slid into the booth opposite me. Her voice was  sexy and slightly husky. "I love your dress, Cathe - It's so pretty and feminine!"

"Well thank you, Ginny ... Your outfit is so cute I noticed you right away. Well ... that and your hair, that is. It's beautiful!"

"It seem we are exchanging compliments, my dear" Ginny said with a smile. "I love your hair too, as it happens. I guess we are both fans of the bouffant! The main difference is that I'm older than you and I'm stuck with silver hair to your lovely brunette."

I laughed. "I doubt I'm much younger than you, Ginny. This happens to be a wig."

"NO!" Ginny said with a gasp. "A wig? It's so natural looking you would never guess!"

"Frightfully expensive, too, and custom made for me by a friend in the business." He's also a female impersonator here in the city.

"Really! A female impersonator? How fascinating! How did you meet, if I may ask?"

"Oh", I said, "we have a few mutual friends. He's really a terrific guy who enjoys getting dolled up sometimes. He's very good at it and is just gorgeous when he's a girl!"

"And he makes wigs like yours too? I really must meet him sometime if you don't mind! Your hair looks absolutely amazing! It's really not yours, Cathe?"

I giggled. "No really ... it's called a "showgirl" because of the way it's made with the glue-on hairline. Girls in show business wear these because it's almost impossible to fall off. I can do most anything in it and never worry about it coming off accidentally. But really, Ginny ... your hair is magnificent. May I touch it? It looks so soft and silky. Listen ... why don't you sit here beside me so we can talk easier?'

So Ginny smiled and slid out of her seat and then slid in beside me. She gently placed her hand on my forearm and squeezed it softly. Holding my intent gaze, she whispered "Okay ... go ahead and feel my hair if you like!", and she leaned closer to me and smiled again.

I took her by surprise and placed my hand on top of hers as she held my arm, and leaned towards her and buried my face in the beautiful mass of silver hair. As I expected, it felt like silk. So soft and silky it took my breath away. It smelled beautiful too - like 'Opium' perfume. Unable to resist - and praying she would be receptive - I snuggled my face under her hair to her neck and kissed her gently under her ear. I could hear her take a short breath, showing me that not only was she receptive, but that she enjoyed being kissed by "another woman". I figured I might as well go for it and again pressed my face into her hair and breathed in her scent and again kissed her under her ear and gently touched my tongue against her neck. Again her response was a quick intake of breath and a soft moan. She then leaned into my face and twisted around slightly so her hair brushed against me.

"I hope you are not just teasing me, Cathe." she whispered. "I'm feeling kind of lonely tonight and can't bare being led on."

She stared into my eyes bare inches from my face. Her eyes were partly closed and her mouth open slightly. Her breathing was still labored.

"In for a penny..." I thought to myself, and leaned in to close the gap between our lips and kissed her gently. Ginny then released my arm and put her hand on my thigh at the hem of my skirt and squeezed ever so slightly - just enough to let me know she welcomed my kisses. I leaned in again and kissed her a bit more wetly, and gave her lips just the slightest bit of tongue. Without breaking this kiss, her mouth opened to receive my tongue and then extended her tongue. Both of our breathing was becoming deeper and more urgent. When our lips parted, a string of saliva ran from my lips to Ginny's. We stared into each others eyes as the sparks began to fly between us. I wondered if I should tell her now that I was not what I appeared to be. She spoke first.

"Do you live nearby, Cathe?" she whispered.

"Just around the corner, actually" I answered. "Would you like to come home with me and have more privacy?"

"Yes, please!" Ginny answered

"Gin .... there is something I should tell you before this goes any further ..." I said softly.

"And I you" she whispered.

At the same time, we both whispered "I'm not really a girl.." Again at the same time we both whispered "Oh my God - you're kidding!"

Giggling softly, I took a $20 bill from my purse and left it on the table for Jennifer after giving her a wave, and we both slipped out of the booth and walked to the door.

-2-

It was a beautiful, warm summer night in New York City, and we walked the short block to my apartment silently but holding hands as girlfriends on the town sometimes do. Our shoulders touched, we stayed so close to each other. I glanced at Ginny as we walked and smiled as her beautiful hair bounced softly with each step in the slight breeze of night. I thought to myself that this would be a memorable night for both of us. Now knowing that each of us was really a crossdresser I could not wait to take her to bed and taste her.

My place

Walking into my buildings lobby holding hands with a beautiful "woman" resulted in barely a notice from our doorman Joseph. Joe was somewhere around 60 years old and after something like 40 years as a doorman had seen just about all there was to see. The dear man was now a good and helpful friend after nearly two years of seeing me enter as either Cathe or my male self accompanied by dates of either or both sexes. Tonight, my arrival brought only a smile and "good evening, Miss Evans!" 

"How are you tonight, Joseph", I said in response. "Everything quiet I hope?" I walked casually up to Joseph and kissed his cheek easily, which brought a delighted smile and chuckle. I smiled back and wiped my lipstick from his cheek. "We can't have anyone thinking you were distracted from your job, can we, Joe?" Giving his arm a brief squeeze, I turned away and said "Good night, Joe. My guest will be spending the night." 

Smiling, Joe said "Certainly, Miss Evans. Have a good night." 

As Ginny and I walked towards the elevator, our heels clicking on the marble floor, I turned briefly towards Joe and gave him a devilish grin ... which he returned with a knowing nod of the head. Joseph knows everything!" 

In the elevator on the way up to my top floor apartment, Ginny and I held hands and kissed. I opened my eyes to find her smiling wickedly. As my eyebrow raised questioningly, she giggled and said softly "So ... have you?" 

"Have I what?", I asked. "Oh! ... you mean Joe?" 

"Yes!" she laughed. "He's really cute, for an older guy, anyway. Maybe it's because our hair is the same color", she giggled. "So answer my question!" 

"Joe is a very sweet guy and good friend, Gin. Truth to tell, I have offered him a blowjob before, but other than an occasional peck on the cheek ... nothing more has happened. He knows me in both my personalities and has no problems with it, but he's a still a bit uncomfortable going any further. I guess it's a generational thing. Too bad, though", I giggled. "I hear from other girls in the building that he's hung like a horse!" 

Ginny giggled wickedly again and whispered in my ear while nibbling on it, "Well maybe the two of us can convince him." 

Entering my apartment, we wasted no time tearing our clothes off while rushing into my bedroom.  No formalities were expected or needed - we both wanted to get to each others bodies. 

Under her summery outfit Ginny was wearing a lovely peach colored bra and panty set with matching garterbelt and nude stockings. Her smallish breasts were her own - the result of hormone therapy, no doubt. Her body was tanned lightly and tight from exercise. Her beautiful silver hair floated over her shoulders as she watched me undress. Her face was flushed with lust and she licked her lips as she watched. 

I fairly tore my dress off in my hurry to feel Ginny's body. As I undressed I noted that Ginny's panties had a distinct tent going on - a very large tent indeed. I couldn't wait to see what she looked like under those panties! 

In no time I was down to my own panties and bra, thigh high stockings and heels. I shook my head so my hair tossed about my head to mimic Ginny, which brought a giggle from her. Her eyes dropped to my own tented panties. While obviously not as big as Ginny, I had never had any complaints from my partners.

to be continued ......