How I Became a Tranny Whore

When I was 30 with children at home I would get dressed in the bedroom. When it was time to leave the wife would take the children off for ice cream and as soon as they were out of the drive way I would head for my car. Of course when I returned home the children would be a sleep. The plan worked for years. The wife had it much easier. She would get dressed for a night out with the girls, and then meet her boy toys for a night of fucking.

On this night I wore a black lacy bra, black rubber thong panties (they always hide my package so well), tan thigh high stockings, five inch black pumps heels and a black leather mini dress to show off my legs.
I was of to my favorite gay club to take in the drag show. The club was great; first floor was a bar, second floor a dance floor plus stage and the third floor had several large rooms with couches in each room. Oh what wicked things happened on those couches in the dimly lighted rooms. I always seemed to end my visits to the club in one of the room.
I had to make one stop first to buy some pot. Just out side the navy base you could buy anything you wanted. It was a seedy part of town. The bars were dumps load with drunken sailors, streets jammed with street whores and many whore houses where sex and drugs were sold. I love riding through the area, after all it was where I meant my wife.
I pulled into the driveway. Five trailers were on the lot. Many times I had been there to purchase pot but always as a male during the day, never as Vanessa. I knocked on the door and was invited inside.

The madam was a SSBBW sitting there in a very frilly negligee and face heavily made up. I would guess her age to be close to 60 and she was still a very pretty woman. One of her tarts sat across from her. This skinny little slut of about 20 had on platform knee boots, daisy duke shorts and a tube top.
I was taken back by the madam as I had never seen her in anything but sweat shirts and pants before this night. She ask me if I was look for work. No I told here just wanted some grass. We don’t sell drugs here she told me. I told her that I had brought many times from her, “bull shit,” she replied. Then I explained who I was and that I was in drag on my way to the Three House.