I am a bisexual male with a high sex drive. I have visited a gay sauna before but never on a Friday, which is T-Girl day. I find stockings and suspenders turn me on, so I enjoy sex with crossdressing guys.
So I arranged an afternoon off and paid my entrance fee at the Uk Sauna entrance. Stripped naked in the changing room in front of two other guys. This always feel strange, being able to exhibit myself uninhibited in front of other guys. I was nervous, as I always am visiting a sauna, not knowing exactly what will happen when I walk through those doors. Today would be even more special, I knew that, because it's not just naked men looking for sex but also men dressed as women. Hopefully looking very sexy, maybe very slutty. I was not quite sure what I would experience but knew it was going to be a memorable afternoon.
After putting my clothes in the locker I stepped through the doors, totally naked. I had taken extra trouble to shave my pubes and bottom and felt particularly smooth. So I felt sexy, what would the "girls" think. First stop was the bar to get a drink. As I walked in I could not believe my eyes. It seems this is where the girls had chosen to meet together. First impression was of a room full of sexily dressed women. The full works. Makeup and everything. These guys had really gone to town on their dress and looks. Most wore stockings over high heels, mainly short dresses or skirts with sexy tops. Wigs and makeup completed the ensemble and the effect was stunning in most cases. Some of the Tgirls/Cds were obviously a little tall for women, but otherwise, most were totally convincing. I forgot that I was standing there completely naked and everyone could see my cock starting to grow. Maybe nothing unusual in here, but very unusual for me, standing there naked. I knew now that this afternoon was going to be more special even than I had first imagined.
I stood naked at the bar and as I was ordering my drink, a very attractive girl struck up a conversation with me. Just idle chit chat like in any ordinary bar, but of course, this was no ordinary bar! We continued our conversation as we sat down. Sitting naked in a bar, chatting to a girl, now that's a first. I realised my private parts were on show. What's the etiquette. Do I cover myself up? Not sure. My mind was soon taken off worrying about my nakedness, by the very attractive young "lady" sitting next to me. (Here I am aware I keep using different words to describe the "girls" / Cds because my mind is still a little confused- they are so convincing, but still just not quite girls). Julia, as I found out "she" liked to be known, was shorter than the other girls. She had a more feminine body frame and because of that I found her the most attractive of all the girls. She wore high heels, black stockings, short skirt ( or should I say very short skirt because as we sat there it was riding up and Julia was making no attempt to pull it down).
Sorry, I was distracted then by the legs. Silky cherry coloured top and a brunette wig. I normally prefer blonds but she was still very attractive. Makeup, I am no expert, but it looked like a very professional job. I learned later that the Tgirls have their own pink changing room,with dressing tables and well lit make up mirrors. Apparently, they help each other with their make up and they pride themselves on being as convincing as possible. Julia was convincing! Almost my perfect girl, until I remind myself that underneath all this, she is not a real girl. Not that I would be stupid enough to say that out loud to any of these girls. I would not get out of this bar intact, if you know what I mean, being so crude. Julia was happy to chat about the girls and tell me about their little group. I was not there to chat, I was there for something more. So I was bold enough to put my hand on Julia's knee. She did not seem to mind, so I became a little bolder with my hands. Julia commented about my wandering hands but did not make any attempt to stop me. Just then Chantelle came across and began to chat to Julia. They were obviously friends, but I found out later also rivals, competing against one another. Whilst I was enjoying listening to their chat, that was not what I had come for either. So I politely excused myself to continue my tour of the sauna. This was the nearest I had ever come to cruising for gay guys. Lots of naked men, everywhere I looked.
