Luck be a Lady Renaissance tonight. part 2
Matilda O’Shea let the soapy water stay on the formica laminated tables near the old school electronic bowling game. The game had a sleek almost ‘hockey puck’ looking projectile that was hurled sliding down the sawdust laden surface. If it correctly lined up all ten electronic pins above would lift giving one a temporary feeling of euphoria until their next toss was needed.
The lesbian woman of 50 plugged the timeless ‘Juke’ box in retro in its look and selection who ever had filled it with quarters the night before must have liked Frank Sinatra.
The vintage Wurlitzer appeared like it had been designed by R.H & W the firm that created the look of New York’s Chrysler building. It was another reason why Tawny’s was so popular where else could you go to find a juke-box spinning records.
The Chairman of the Board sang out,
“That’s life….that’s what all the people say
You’re riding high in April shot down in May….
But I know I’m gonna change that tune….when I’m back on top in June…
“I said that’s life….and as funny as it seems…Some people get their kicks stompin’ on a dream…”
The single guy at the bar was regular that Matilda let in knowing he was hurting. He half sang along after shouting out.
‘’You sing it ‘old blue eyes’…..That’s life….she’s gone….an ain’t coming back…that’s life…...never gonna be my wife….”
Taking her position as general manager of Tawny Kitten tavern serious she was the kind of woman who got to work early to ensure the classic drinking establishment was properly prepared before its doors opened.
Unlike the other wooden ones in the tavern the two tables by the bowling game routinely had beer and God knows what else spilled on them hence the easily cleaned covering. The woman felt sad after reading about the passing of the iconic woman Marian Finucane she’d grown up listening to before immigrating.
Back before the ‘You-tuber’s’ and ‘Instagramer’s version she was a true influencer on the radio who broke taboo’s in Ireland. She did it by discussing topics such as divorce, rape, contraception, homosexuality and of all things the female orgasm.
An activist who befriended Irish feminist’s like Nell McCaffferty and Nuala O’Faolain Marian Finucane had a disarming yet effective approach to interviewing. In its own way it helped lead Ireland to shed the restraints of restrictive Roman Catholic teachings to now become one of Europe’s most liberal societies having popular votes legalizing abortion, gay marriage and divorce.
Her head turned when she saw one of her favorite vendors.
Smiling Matilda spoke while finishing the swipe with paper towel.
“Hey there he is …my computer whiz….grab a seat I need a few minutes here.”
The door slammed behind him only to have a fly land on the screen trying to get out.
To look at him one would never know he excelled at being a Cd.
Dale Downey had never been out’ed ….not once…never…ever….too cautious to let that occur he remained cool as a cucumber while looking for opportunities to share his love of all things feminine.
He knew he’d lose his job and standing in the conservative community his mother lived in 45 miles away should the unthinkable ever happen and all her friends find out. It was one reason why he moved away.
The crooner started out slow……
”They call you Lady Luck…but there is room for doubt….at times you’ve had a very unladylike way of running out…..”
Matilda felt for the guy feeling sad on hearing ‘Luck be a Lady tonight’. A glance his way had her see he was doing his best to hold back the tears. Truth was she too felt a little sad on reading the news from the old country.
Dale sat the near the single patron. He thought ‘he’s kind of cute…near my size he looked good all dolled up’.
Swirling the straw in his drink he looked at Dale as he sang his version as the song played on.
“Luck if you have ever been a Lady to begin with……Luck be a Lady tonight….Let me see……How nice a Dame can be…’
He looked at Dale holding still unsure of how things would go.
“It was her favorite song…my Baby…..she loved the crap tables’…….I met her at the casino over by that place near that other place on the other side of the tracks close to that one place.”
It could have been in ‘Timbuktu’ Dale just knew he was going to be agreeable.
“Oh yea …sure I know right where you mean…its kind of near the one place with the sign about that other place.”
“Yea that’s right…you know the place....let me get you a beer."
“I tell you what let me make my rounds maybe another time time boss ain’t too cool me getting beer buzzed at work.”
Matilda looked at Dale who’d been conversing with the sad sack.
“Hey doll ..open that screen door let that wasp out…that’ll sting the shite out of some one later if it remains.”
Joining the fly a nasty looking wasp had taken to trying to escape also.
Walking towards the entrance playfully he said it.
“Hey Matilda …I don’t see any uptight white Christian conservative by the door…isn’t that what a wasp is?”
Always quick with a retort Matilda snapped back.
“A thousand comedians out of work and you’re trying to make jokes.”
Sitting back next the vulnerable male prey he hoped to seduce later he smiled.
“Hey did she call you ‘doll’?”
“It’s her Irish brogue…my name is Dale yet how she says it sounds like doll. Dale Downey.”
“I’m Stevie….Double ‘d’ huh…’
He started tearing up once more.
“That’s what my angel was …a double ‘d’…she had the greatest pair of double ‘d-cup' breasts you ever saw….she was better then all the woman ever made.”
Like anyone else who had a broken heart he tended to over state how good the relationship really was.
“…she let me play with them whenever I want…I mean most of the time …well sometimes you know if I was a good boy…oh I miss those …I miss her…..you should see them jiggle.. …..she was the best woman ever made.”
“There there now.”
Carefully Dale let his arm slide around to hold Steve he knew enough not to say ‘there will be others’…no one wants to hear that after they’ve just broken up.
Steve blubbered out trying to collect himself while wiping the tears away.
“Sorry about the ‘doll’ comment.’
“Hey that’s alright…what’s in a name …what’s it matter how one dresses….it’s what’s in your heart that counts…..weren’t we just talking about how everyone should stop hassling gays and lesbians……and for that matter Cd’s and trans…I mean if somebody looks cute why not right?’
“Yea, you’re right I suppose. Anything goes these days.”
Dale kept trying to comfort him as he thought about how he’d first started dressing in his mothers lingerie ever since he was wee pup. He tried to keep a lid on it concealing it in his teens and twenties and through the end of his marriage of 9 years. Free of kids the divorce had him deciding to be who he was….an honest to goodness cross-dresser who never intended to hurt anyone. It was as though a damn broke jumping in with both feet he learned every thing he need to know to dress and appear as a woman.
Like anything that felt good it had escalated the longer he stayed with it. 6 months earlier he started to experiment with herbals discovering Pueraria Mirfica really did mimic estrogen while enhancing his breasts in shape and feel. All he knew is he liked the way they made him feel.
“Let me see that picture of her on your phone.”
Holding it up to look at he saw the phenomena that is so often quite true…when one is with someone for a long time they acquire some of their same looks and features and mannerisms. It was enough he commented.
“But for the double ‘d’s’ you two look very similar…..”
Steve stared at the wallpaper on his phone thinking he may be right.
“Come on I have a fat treefer joint……let’s go have a wake and bake….you’ll feel better after a couple of toke ups out back.”
A case could be made Dale was right blessed with the many healing properties of ‘phytocannabinoids’ it had been written by the DEA’s chief administrative law judge who determined ‘Marijunna is one of the safest therapeutically active substances known'.
Stevie leaning against the picnic table well past its prime had Dale standing in front of him. He gave the weed a few minutes to cross the blood-brain barrier intact to get lift off before resuming the seduction.
A hissing noise sounded out twice as Dale first took one followed by another pull on joint before blowing the smoke towards the sky and smiling as he handed it back to Steve.
“Like you were saying Stevie…they’re just genitals…”
Steve hadn’t remembered saying such yet agreed while enjoying the high.
“Yea, just genitals what’s the big deal…”
“I mean if as long as no one is getting hurt right….I mean look there’s my hand.... it’s on your dick.... I don’t care....what's all the fuss about right?”
Dale let his hand run along the penis letting it press against the shorts. He knew he was on to something as Stevie let out a soft moan. He had his hand move up and back a few times making Steve feel like a 12 year old who just discovered his penis was good for more then just urinating.
“If you told me right now ‘gee I could use a little tongue and lips action’ I’d say sure why not?…here I’ll show you what I mean.”
Quick as a hiccup Dale slid Stevie’s shorts lower and put his mouth on the cock. Being stoned and slow to react he just watched.
30 seconds in Dale had it hard…..another 60 seconds he had slick with wetness…another 90 seconds after that he had Stevie moaning hoping Dale would continue licking and stroking it until its likely conclusion.
Dale stood up yet let his hand stay drifting leisurely along the piece as he reeled him in.
“Hey take a toke in then blow it into my mouth would ya? That’s always such a good hit.”
Logic gave way to sensation Stevie’s little head was now taking over for the big head. Pulling it in he leaned close and blew the stream of smoke into Dale’s waiting mouth.
Dale quickly blew it out following it with a kiss while he lightly stroked Steve’s cock. His free hand showed a little affection as Dale let in caress Steve’s face.
“Your hands are soft and smooth their thin too…you don’t really have much hair on your arms either.”
“Working with computers it helps to have thin smooth fingers….plus I have a skin condition…some kind of eczema thing….my whole body is smooth….well nearly all.”
“They feel nice.”
This time Steve leaned in wanting another kiss while his penis was still being caressed.
Saying it softly like two lovers do Dale spoke.
“Your lips are soft and smooth, I like that….it reminds me of a girl I dated.”
Dale let his hand move through Steve’s longish hair.
“ …..You know I do a little stage work…. Been taking the Konstantin Stanislavski method acting approach….you know the acting is only true if its experienced…you have to get into the skin of the character you’re playing…you have to become them….”
His face close to Dale’s Steve let the two nuzzle.
“Huh uh…get into the skin….eeewwww…your hand feels nice.”
"Well your cock feels nice too."
Remaining in control of the flow maintenance edging him Dale went on.
“My acting coach …she says I have to push my boundaries…really become the person…. We’re practicing to do a play on stage of the original Charlie’s Angels…
“Oh I never realized Charlie’s Angels made it to Broadway….”
Dale figuring he had stroked him enough to want more he stopped.
“Well my coach she said it would be good for me…..wants me to try out for the Jill Munroe character …..with the Stanislavski method acting she can really get one to push their boundaries…. You know with your eye’s you kind of look like Jaclyn Smith’s character Kelly Garrett…”
In a breathy voice Steve commented.
“I always liked her…I thought she was cute…. I think I whacked off to her a few times.”
“The thing is my coach has me doing body shaping work to help me get into it…really feel what it’s like to be her….here I’ll show you.”
His hands lifted up his loose polo shirt…..the nipples suckers, the breast pumps the fact he was on Pueraria Mirifica all helped to produce the pair of a-cups breasts he was showing off.
Steve stared at the growing roundness of the two breasts that were crowned with cute lifted pouted nipples. Dale gave off a little jiggle.
Stevie just stared amazed at how pretty they looked.
“Would you like to suck on them?”
Dale dropped the shirt back down pleased at the tease.
“We should go to my place….do you think you can call me Jill? I’d like that so would my acting coach….you ever wonder what it feels like to wear panties and a bra?...to get dressed up?”
Steve smiled back as the two held hands and walked.
“I do now.”
Matilda had caught half of it silently watching covertly out the back screen door. The woman whispered it to her self.
“What a couple of cute angels they’ll make….I hope they’ll show up later for our Cd’s on Thursdays….that’s always so fun to see how creative boys can look when they go feminine girly.”
Stepping out back having shed her sadness Matilda looked up at the cloudless blue sky presuming heaven was there.
“Tis Sure and its true lassie…Luck need not be a Lady to say it….. if anyone deserves to be embraced by angels in their heaven its you Marian Finucane…..your words turned the ridicule many had endured to vapor dissipating it with the light of truth … .you brought comfort to those when they needed it the most….and nearly all the time a smile graced your face helping others to do the same.”
The ‘ack, ack, ack’ of the motorcycles broke the solitary poignant moment. Three of the many in the club of lesbian bikers had Matilda calling them her ‘Harley Queens’ for the type of bikes they rode.
A near crew cut on the leader of the pack had her grinning when she saw Matilda.
“So good to see you our pistol packin’ Mama.”
Matilda lifted her shirt in back and pulled out the Glock 9 most regulars knew she carried.
Just for the hell of it she fired one shot off to the distant sky.
“You ever wonder what happens to a bullet that’s shot high into the sky?….I mean it’s got to come down some place right?....Come on in my Harley Queens just finishing making a batch of Chili Tess”
Tess slid out the kick-stand jerking the large bike back to hold firm.
“Alrighty Matty…I like mine hot just like my beta girls…..speaking of that you have any strays come by lately? Been awhile since I’ve had me some strange do me right with a pretty tongue where it needs to be.”
Steve walked out of the shower to gaze at his body made completely hairless. Lathering on the lavender scented body lotion only heightened the sensations. Now feeling delightfully gay the straight male lifted his arms at his elbows and twisted to see himself in the floor mirror in the bathroom. His narrow frame of 148 pounds looked even thinner with no hair. His pair of hands with colored nails lifted his butt giving it a jiggle or two.
“Women’s pretty butts sit just a little higher on their body then males do…of course female hormones can change that some.”
Dale stood wearing his lingerie, from heels and stockings to the pretty lace embroidered bra the high-end intimate wear looked so natural it was as though he was born to wear all of it.
Catching his eye Steve smiled as he said it.
“Oh I think I’m going to like this…I feel so sexy without any hair. …especially my underarms”
“You’re getting in to the spirit that’s what women call it they never say arm pits….. Just wait until we get you all dolled up honey.”
“Can you call me Cheryl? I’ve always thought that was sexy…what’s that…”
He stopped realizing he wasn’t sure what to call Dale.
“It’s Jill baby….and this is for you…hands on your head….today Cheryl you are the submissive gurl, a chastity cage always makes a t-gurl work harder for her Domme.”
He had no idea they even existed yet seeing a chastity cage being put in place fascinated the straight male who Dale hoped he could convert to a fulltime t-gurl.
“You’re locking it.”
“Yes and its Mistress Jill my pretty subby gurl….go ahead touch them…you know you want to.’
“They look so pretty, oh and your nipples and areolas they’re so round, look at how long they are……. I like how the bra lifts them it makes your tits seem bigger.”
“Baby guys say tits or juggs…you’re a gurl now…..lets call them breasts or boobies…..go on now touch them.”
He hesitated momentarily before he spoke.
“Yes Mistress Jill.”
The room thick with the fragrance of Jill’s perfume Dale closed his eyes feeling the joy a woman gets when having her boobs given attention. He never really thought about it yet Steve was amazed to discover a male could home grow breasts as he held the bra cups down while suckling on the nipple.
“Careful sucking Cheryl that’s real milk in there…..just give them a tease.”
The feeling had been happening more the last few months now that his breasts were filling out Dale knew he would soon reach the point of no return and have to decide if he really wanted to become a full time t-gurl.
Elegantly appointed the bedroom would have pleased any woman that lived there. Stealing glances 'Cheryl' turned and saw how good the makeup and permed hair style looked on him while the adhesive spray was layered on to the last breast form Jill held. Minutes later all was complete.
He didn't need to be told standing in the heels he strutted his way to the floor mirror.
"I really look good, these feel amazing...look I can wiggle them and they stay on."
"Yes honey, they're not double 'd's like your old girlfriend....with your frame c-cups look better."
"Who?...oh forget her. I never knew I could look this sexy."
"Aright kitten, let me slip into my bathing suit today we'll sunbathe on my deck off from the den....grab that vaping pipe there is nothing quite so wonderful as getting a tan in a bikini when you are slowly getting baked and blazed."
Cheryl carefully walked in her heels to be next to 'Mistress Jill'. His eyes dropped briefly to see the key to his chastity cage on the pendent necklace resting between Jill's budding breasts.
"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship....at least I hope it is....may I be allowed to kiss you my Mistress?"
End of part 2.....