The First Step With Hope Part 1

It had taken all my courage to turn up and meet her; having connected by internet only, and seen pictures of each-other, I yearned to see her. Wanting to make her feel as comfortable as possible and confirm I was not some on-line creep, I agreed to meet her at a club she frequented, so she would be among friends. I was in a cold sweat; she was incredibly feminine and over the weeks, had indulged me with some deeply intimate thoughts as she became more trusting and confident. My cock remained permanently semi-erect as she remained in the back of my mind, and rigid when I had direct thoughts of her, such was my yearning.

As the club was a downtown district, I had lurid thoughts about it being a tad sleazy; neon lights, with scantily clad cross-dressers in need of a shave hanging around the entrance etc.; as Hope was a t-girl this was all new to me and my imagination ran riot. I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at the given address; it was totally discrete and from the outside it could have been a church hall; I wandered back and forth outside for a few minutes, my stomach alive with butterflies; my cock rigid at the thought of seeing Hope in the flesh. I pulled it together and walked in the door; the inside was an immediate transformation, lushly decorated and softly lit. Two shapely women sat in a reception area, both smiled knowingly and one asked who I had come to see? When I said ‘Hope’ they both beamed and eyed me up and down; one of them stood to reveal she was almost a tall as me and wringed her hands in a gesture of delight.

“Oh she is a lucky girl; let me take you to her.” She wiggled her arse in front of me as she vacated the front desk and took me through large double doors into a large and comfortably furnished lounge with long bar and terraced seating booths all softly lit. There were about 50 people in there, mostly ‘female’ in appearance and a few males like me, dressed in simply masculine fashion. Whilst there were a few ladies there whose transgender was fairly apparent, I could not determine whether the vast majority of the girls were actually female or t-girls; many of them were absolutely stunning. Soft music played in the background as the receptionist took me to a corner of the bar and gestured excitedly to a group across the floor. She turned and giggled at me like a naughty schoolgirl.