This story is inspired from Daniel’s crossdressing story dating from a year ago when she “dressed-up at the office”. I submitted a comment already, but I sincerely think that this story must be shared to the many sisters, because it might give some tips concerning avoiding the ‘giveaways’, such as overly agressive behaviors.
I was not ‘Marie-Madeleine’ but myself as a male CEO of my micro-corporation, when I accidentally met a newly arrived co-tenant of our office building. The said office building of the ‘Young Upwardly Mobile Individuals’ Mission Bay District is of the trendy loft-type, with an irregular floor plant, stairs in all directions and cul-de-sacs; indoor gardens and cosy little lounges with comfortable sofas for the guests to discuss “business”.
A charming office building for all venues of operations, ranging to small studios-photos towards start-ups in the game-industry (SEGA was down the street), which in fine, was the ideal place to meet anyone of special interest. This was on a Saturday early afternoon, and obviously I was all alone in the entire building.
All was quiet, when suddenly, I hear the tap tap made by the high heels of a woman who walked fast. The noise approached the indoor garden, then, the woman appear. She was surprised to see me, when facing the large armchair where I sat, since it was partially hidden by in-door exotic plants.
A pretty girl! She stopped sort. I saw her taking a little breath. Her bare legs under a polka-dot blouse dress betrayed a hesitation, as if having been cornered into an unexpected situation. She looked at me in the eyes for just a quick second, then lower her eyes, as most women do.
She was cute. A brunette with semi long hair, vivacious and intelligent looking. She then realize that this ‘stranger’ was harmless, so she said hello to me in a deliciously shy manner, to which I responded. She approached gently to the sofa next to my arm-chair, while undulating quietly in a tip-toe, thus revealing her souple body. She sat pretty on the sofa, while maintaining a perfect posture.
She kept her legs closed, and crossed them at the ankle for a quest of comfort. This elegant way to sit became an encouragement to converse. But then she gave the give-away: She introduced herself: “Hi, I am Kristina”. I say give away, because having been a tranny and having lived among trannies in San Francisco, I identified Kristina as such, because bio-girls are never that agressive as to right away give their name to a stranger, even in the safe environment of a trendy Yuppy office building.
However, this girl looked so good, and so natural in the following conversation that we had, that I returned to my own first impression: that Kristina was a ‘real young attractive woman’, whom I’d like to date “as a male”.
I had never seen Kristina, because she had just open shop as a photographer at the lower floor of the building. She had a boy-friend, so we remained in polite semi-distant terms for months. It is some times later that I had the confirmation of my initial impression. It occur at the popular SF nude beach (Baker Beach) when I saw Kristina in her ‘Eve’s’ suit in the company of her boy-friend.
We therefore joined, since all three of us, the boy-friend, Kristina and myself no longer had anything to hide. She consequently gave me her ‘forced coming-out’. Kristina had become a girl since junior-high. The San Francisco school district was encouraging.
Once finished her studies, she became a photographer. That was her story. She was still very feminine in spite of being a bio-man. I nearly got fooled, and I am a cross-dresser myself.
So, dear sisters, this story should tell you at how the ‘ intrusive males from the other side’, may ‘by accident’ see you next time you ‘dare’ dressing-up at the office.
Submitted by Marie-Madeleine
