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I?ve been dressing up as a girl in dresses and going out in public for the past two years since entering college. My goal has always been to be as pretty and as believably female as possible, when I choose to dress up as a female. I am blessed with being short and slim with facial features that can make me very realistic in make-up. Blonde hair extensions, false eyelashes, and glue on nails complete a look that can be credibly convincing according to friends!I have always tried to work my feminine appearance to what I would call the highest degree possible of myself. People tell me I often look quite believably female at times. This has helped me develop confidence in myself as Cari. I go out regularly as a woman to alternative nightclubs and I have become comfortable doing so in short skirts, dresses, and even very high sexy heels!With a friend?s encouragement, I was talked into entering in an international transgender contest in Montreal, Canada. I have gotten help from friends who are make-up artists and who are skilled and have shared their talents with me. They have guided my abilities to be sexy and to be plausibly pretty.Peter is a man who became a good friend of mine. I met him in my hometown of Boston at a place that I call ?The Club.? It is a small but popular transgender and gay bar in the Park Square area of the city. I have been going there since I was seventeen years old.I have known Peter for almost two years. He is a true gentleman and we respect each other very much. He is my closest male friend. He watches out for me in the sometimes dangerous environment of the transgender clubs. We do not and have not slept together and that helps make our friendship very real and very special.Being a student in college allows me incredible freedoms on the weekends. I have the privacy of having my own apartment. This enables me to go out to the club dressed in ?drag? as my alter ego, Cari. Peter has almost always been there as an encourager and confidence person for me. It would be he who would convince me to give a transgender beauty contest a try!On a dare, Peter generously entered me in an International Transgender Pageant in Montreal, Canada. He has often flattered me by telling me that I?m beautiful. He somehow convinced me that I could compete ably in this international beauty contest for transgendered girls. I?ve dabbled just a bit in Lip Synch at the club but I am far from great at it. It would be necessary for the talent portion of the contest.Before leaving for Montreal, Peter and I decided we could be comfortable sharing a hotel room and would do so for the weekend. His generosity is why I got the opportunity. The night of the contest he supportively helped me in every way. I am so appreciative of him!The contest was more elaborate than I could have imagined. I would be one Ankara escort (http://ankara.t2bro.net/) of sixteen competitors who were called contest finalists. Apparently, Peter had represented me as a past winner from Boston! Still, I felt I couldn?t back out on him.There was to be a talent contest (lip synch or real singing) and a bathing suit contest. I was frankly terrified at the prospect of going in front of hundreds of people, but Peter was there for me supportively telling me that I would be more than just fine.I bravely tried to do my best. As competitor number four, I managed to simulate the singing of Whitney Houston?s ?Run to You? with microphone in hand. Dressed in a borrowed, stunning, tight fitting, white sequined gown, I did feel that I looked glamorous and alluring. I focused hard on my acting as a real singer, expressively simulating the beautiful words and melody of the song.When it was over I was stunned that I got quite an ovation! It was a true thrill. I did almost trip in my gown while being escorted off the stage! The bathing suit competition was next and I went straight to the dressing room. I knew I was in trouble when I looked around.I was up against some of the sexiest and most feline looking creatures in North America! That dressing room was filled with incredulously sexy gals! As I changed, seeing the competition around me made me much less confident.I put on a pretty, gold colored, and lightly sequined, deep v necked one piece bathing suit. The result left me looking a little flat as they say. Without any enhancements, I looked like a more like a real young teen gal on the beach than a glamorous girl! I was the antithesis of glitziness as I looked more like a high school cheerleader!I was to go fourth again, and the third contestant was an absolute knock out. Her bright red hair, beautiful smooth complexion, and stunningly perfect breasts and body were incredible. Many transgendered women are the products of skilled plastic surgeons and she most certainly must have been. She wore a stunning red bikini with a sexy thong back!I always thought that Halley Berry had the most spectacular body on a woman that I had ever seen. This Asian stunner may have outdone even her! I couldn?t help but wonder if she had already had gender reversal surgery. I could never tuck and hide my masculinity into a thong as skimpy as hers! Real women never looked as good as she did! I felt rather intimidated but Peter?s encouragement still helped keep my spirits from melting.I was announced and took a deep breath. I did my best sensual strut. I managed a rather sexy sway while nervously walking in my five-inch gold stiletto high heels to the first station on the stage. I suddenly heard some applause. This encouraged me to work my sexy, petite, girlish bum a bit more! Suddenly Balgat escort bayan (http://balgat.t2bro.net/) heartened, it seemed that I had at least a few fans in the audience.I skeptically wondered if my good friend Peter had made offers of drinks to them or something! The crowd?s affirmation did cheer me. I began to feel buoyant and more poised, as my long blonde tresses flowed while I now stylishly strutted. I was emboldened and wiggled my shapely round bottom across the stage for all to see. After my circuit, I posed hands on hips and with a big, genuine smile.I had done it and without a slip! I saw my reflection across the club in the mirrored wall. The shining queen?s crown I wore just added to the dramatic, sexy, charisma that I appeared to have and was now even feeling. It had been only a forty-five second strut around the large stage, but it left me feeling feminine, thrilled, breathless and even inspired!Now I took my place posing and smiling on the stage in the long girly line up across the side of the stage. I watched each of the rest of the girls do their sexiest walks. There were truly many wow moments!Most of these girls were stunning yet I felt good about the amount of applause that I had so generously received compared to some of them. Win, lose or draw, I was glad that my good friend Peter had encouraged me to at least compete with and against these very beautiful ladies!Peter held my hand while the winners were announced. Peter and I agreed that the stunning red headed beauty who went third was who we felt would win. They would announce fourth through first. When I shockingly heard my name called up as the second place winner I was stunned. I jumped in the air and hugged Peter and grinned from ear to ear. I was beyond thrilled to go up and get my blue ribbon and unexpected monetary prize!This was just crazy. To finish as runner-up meant that I was worthy of competing in a beauty pageant. It was an incredible thrill to come in second place to the most beautiful, plastic surgery created creature that I had ever seen on this earth! I wasn?t at all disappointed because I am all natural ?guy? without hormones or implants or injections.My pride was in doing so well naturally without surgical help! The incredible redhead won going away as they say. She deserved it and the sight of her getting her prize had the entire crowd on their feet applauding. I applauded her enthusiastically. I was far from her level of beauty and wonder, but it was an honor to finish second to her.Peter bought me drinks and we celebrated. Suddenly I was feeling things and emotions for Peter that I had never felt before. Everything Peter had said and done for me was just so selfless and generous. I was never more appreciative of a friend. It was well after midnight and the club stayed open Escort Batıkent (http://batikent.t2bro.net/) until three!I found myself getting a bit tipsy and found myself practically hanging all over him. I so liked this big, friendly guy who was my buddy and my encourager. Because of him, I was a real life ?pageant queen? and Peter had helped make me feel like a true winner. I felt very lucky to have such a friend and admirer. Now I was admiring him!Peter had some photos of the two of us taken together. With his arm around my waist and my arm around his back and broad shoulders, we posed and both smiled genuinely. I felt so girlishly feminine and so charmed by his closeness. When I saw the pictures of us on his phone, something struck me deep in my heart and soul! I saw a handsome attractive Daddy type of guy with a pretty little girl who seemed very much in like!I realized that I was appreciating my good friend in more ways than I ever had! Both the drinks and my new gratitude for my number one fan had me in quite a state. I gave him a big, joyous hug and winked at him. I was feeling so naughty and drawn to him. I found Peter to be very attractive and wondered why we were just friends.I?ve always had an attraction for older, sexy, quality men. Peter was over twice my age. I?m nineteen and Peter is forty-one, so in spite of our age difference, he is quite attractive to me and is my type of guy. I think I?m a Daddy?s girl type of gal and it only took a bit of liquor to remind me of my little weakness for men like him!He toasted me and I looked him in the eyes with a smile. In both gratitude and in my new strong attraction for him I found myself gently and seductively caressed him in his crotch! Peter?s wide smile made me grin as well. With a hug and deep moving kiss, we were soon off to the hotel room for more than we had both planned on!Peter is a very large man at six foot one and about two hundred seventy pounds. I weigh less than half his weight and while walking hand and hand back to the car I felt so tiny and vulnerable. His incredulous masculinity has me fawning. I was smitten and wondered why I had never felt this attracted to him. He was all man and we already knew that I was ready for complete surrender to him!The ride up the hotel elevator was an unforgettable frenzy of heated passion. I couldn?t take my lips off of his and his strong hands lifted me against him so that I was literally pressed against the elevator wall with my high heels around his back. He pressed his manhood against me and I wanted to be fucked by him right there!Fortunately, he was the more sensible one. We somehow made it to the room and bed without breeding in the elevator! I tore at his belt and his zipper like a needy, wanton slut. He had me naked in but seconds and I couldn?t keep my eyes off his huge hard manhood!Like a greedy child I had my mouth on his huge cockhead in but seconds. I love pleasing a man orally and the taste of cock is delicious, especially when I care for the man. I wanted to show him just how skilled I was. I had my mouth all the way down his over eight-inch thick shaft after but a couple of attempts.