The Red Panties Test Pt. 04

I had only taken a few steps, however, when the sight of a smart young man in a suit walking straight towards me stopped me dead in my tracks. Not because he was good-looking - although he was. But because the last time I'd seen him, he was dropping me off at the prison.

Liam had been my best friend, when we were working together as lawyers. A friendship I'd repaid by refusing to return his calls during my post-prison funk. But being reproached for that wasn't my concern right now. It was simply being recognised - and outed.

As he came towards me, I saw his face twist into an incredulous smile. Resigned to my fate, I stood there and braced for the outcry I just knew was coming. Knew, that is, right up to the point where he brushed past me.

Turning, I saw him embrace another, much more casually dressed man... then kiss him, full on the lips. A kiss that was returned with such enthusiasm that there was a cheer, then applause, from the patrons sitting nearby.

Shaking my head, I resumed my journey across the room. How could I not have known that Liam was gay? Or at least bisexual, I supposed. Either because he didn't want me to know, or I was just too dumb to pick up on any signals. But really, who cared? It was his business, not mine. And just that in itself made me feel better about myself, somehow.

I also made a mental note to get in touch with Liam to apologise for ghosting him. I was conscious that I might possibly have mixed motives for doing that. But I'd worry about that later.

For now, I simply wanted to find the extra tall blonde I'd seen earlier. And there she was, in the corner, just as she'd said. There were three other men in the booth where she was sitting, along with a brunette with spiky hair. But even as I watched, the other four got up and headed off towards the dancefloor. Taking a deep breath, I walked over.

"Oh hi!" called my target, her face breaking into a smile as I approached. "Thought you had friends to meet?"

"I did - I do. They're, um, over there." I gestured vaguely behind me. "It's just that... Well, I was kind of hoping I could, you know, ask you... some stuff. But I don't want to interrupt or anything..."

The blonde chuckled. "Timing's great, honey! I've just been abandoned by my so-called pals, so they can go and dance to... whatever that shit they're playing right now is supposed to be."

I laughed. "It is a bit relentless, isn't it! Not my thing at all. But yeah, if it's okay to keep you company...?"

"Sure." She patted the seat, and I slid in next to her. She picked up a half-full bottle of wine and tilted it in my direction.

"Glass of tempranillo? Nico chose it, but it's actually pretty good... We don't have any spare glasses, but you could just take Mandi's. I don't think she touched hers - and if she did, you don't have to worry about any diseases or anything. Well, not boring ones anyway. Mandi never does anything by halves."

I smiled and took the proffered glass. "I think I'll take my chances. Cheers... Oh god, that is good! Where's it from?"

She told me, and somehow all thought of what I had come over to talk about slipped out of my head as we got chatting. She introduced herself as Em. When I asked her what the M stood for, she gave me the kind of patient smile a teacher might use on a slightly dim child. "It's E, M - Em. Or Emmy if you like."

I did like, though I also had to suppress a wry grin of my own at how close it was to Emily - the name I'd been given in prison, and the one I could so easily have chosen to use for my new persona when I wasn't being Emile. It was some sort of omen, perhaps, though I wasn't sure of what.

Emmy was much more glamorous than me, and way more feminine in the way she pitched her voice, held her drink, tilted her head - everything. But there were still enough signs to suggest that she had not been born a woman.

I'd hoped to chat her about the experience of crossdressing, or even perhaps of transitioning - for all I knew, the impressively sized bust that filled out her gorgeous purple lace-sleeved party dress might be real, not inserts. I'd wanted to know if she'd had to grapple with her sexuality, as I was now doing, or if it was always clear who and what she wanted.

Yet somehow the chance to talk about any of that never came up, because we were just getting on so well. It turned out we had a lot of similar interests, in terms of culture and music, of which a shared obsession with The Expanse was just one example. We spent a good ten minutes just trying to talk in Belter creole and giggling at each other's atrocious accents.

Even when Emmy's friends returned from the dancefloor, I stayed at the table and kept chatting. They were an interesting bunch, all a little younger than Emmy and me, and still from the sound of it at university.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, given the type of bar we were in, I had misidentified one of them as male. That was Asha, a very attractive young woman with a taste for men's suits. Like the others, she gave the impression that either she had previously been in some sort of relationship with Emmy, or wanted to have one. But perhaps that was just the magnetic personality that had drawn me to the tall blonde.

Of the remainder, Nico - he of the allegedly questionable taste in wine - was the most reserved, but also the one to show signs of more than just a friendly interest in me. In other circumstances, I might have wanted to explore that. But I was comfortably ensconced next to Emmy, and it also became clear that, like his companions, he was more keen on dancing than chatting. When the four of them left to head off to a club, I bought another bottle of wine and stayed with my new friend.

An hour or so seemed to just fly by, until it finally occurred to me that I ought to go and check in with Trudie and Ayla. With more than a little regret, I tipped the last of the wine down my throat, relishing the pleasant buzz of the alcohol, and got a little unsteadily to my feet.

"Sorry Em, but I should really -"

The words died in my throat as I saw my friends heading towards me. They weren't alone. Each of them had a proprietary arm draped over the shoulder of a petite young woman. I recognised their companions as the two redheads Trudie had accused Ayla of making eyes at earlier in the evening. Clearly things had happened since I'd come over to find Emmy.

"Nikki!" called Ayla, grinning like the cat who'd got the cream - which pretty clearly she had. "Vonda and... Mikayla, right? Yeah, Mikayla. Anyway, they've invited us round to their place for a coffee..."

She gave a conspiratorial wink, her smile growing even wider, then whispered something in the ear of the girl next to her. The redhead, who looked barely out of her teens, broke out into a giggle.

"So," continued Ayla, "feel free to join us. You know, if you really, really want to..."

I could take a hint. And besides, I'd found my own unexpected new company for the evening. So, after extracting a spare key from Ayla so that I could go back to her place and change there, I left them to it.

Trudie, who had been uncharacteristically silent, gave me a dazed smile and shrugged as if to say "What you can do?" As she walked away, I saw the girl she was with take Trudie's hand, disengage it from the girl's waist, and guide it down until it was resting on her pert bottom. Her own hand in turn gripped and squeezed the blonde's much plumper behind, as they made their way out of the crowded bar.

I shook my head in wonder. I was pretty sure Trudie had never even kissed a girl, let alone fondled one. But it seemed to be that kind of night...

When I turned back to Emmy, the tall blonde had a twinkle in her eye that made me think she'd been reading my mind. "Shall we go and have some fun of our own?" she asked archly.

"Sure!" I replied heartly. I really wasn't, but I followed Emmy all the same as she led me across the room.

"You like guys, right?" she inquired over her shoulder.

The words "Yes" and "No" popped almost simultaneously into my brain. But instead of replying I put a hand on her shoulder so that she stopped and turned round to face me. The music was pretty loud here, and I had to lean in to make myself heard. Her hair, which she wore in a bob, smelled fragrant. I figured that it was her own.

"Why do you say that?" I asked in return, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible.

Emmy grinned. "Why, the way you were checking out Nico, for one thing. Not to mention the cutie in a suit just a few tables from us." I hadn't mentioned that I knew Liam and felt a slight blush at the mention of his name. Why that would be, I had no idea. Or, well, I had some idea, but I didn't want to think about that right now.

"But you know, if..." She trailed off and her eyes widened. "Wait, this isn't just your first time in a bar like this, is it? You've never been anywhere dressed up, have you? Nowhere in public, right?"

I shook my head in acknowledgement. I didn't see the point in lying - though I felt pretty good about the fact that it had taken her so long to spot what a newbie I was. Clearly my practising had paid off.

"And... you haven't been with a guy either, have you?"

That was harder, but I bit my lip and shook my head again.

Her smile reappeared, and this time it was positively dazzling. "Well, in that case, I have the perfect way to break the ice. Think of it as... trying before you buy."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I followed her all the same as she changed course and headed for the exit. But instead of going through the doors she led me up a flight of stairs to a door with a sign saying Members Only. Beside it stood a large, hulking figure in a tuxedo.

"Hey Em," he smiled, opening the door for us. His voice was surprisingly high-pitched for someone his size.

"Hey yourself Rick," she responded as she led me inside. "Busy in there tonight?"

"Always," I heard the guard respond. "You got a guest?"

"Yep, this is Nikki. I'll vouch for her."

The guard nodded impassively. "Okay, just make sure you do the paperwork later, yeah?"

Emmy led me into a dimly lit room, with a bar in the centre and booths around the edges, each of which had partitions that kept them separate. The music here was much quieter than in the bar downstairs, but so too was the conversation, which had a curious intensity to it. It was also noticeable, as I looked at the nearest booths, that the inhabitants all seemed to be men.

"Are we going to get a drink?" I asked, looking around uncertainly.

"Nope," replied my blonde companion firmly. "Fun first, drinks later." She led me towards the side wall, where two doors were spaced a few metres apart. They were both clearly marked as male bathrooms, although the signs on them differed in some way that I couldn't immediately figure out. Emmy chose the one on the left.

"Hang on," I said, gripping her wrist, "aren't we in the wrong place?"

That was ironic, given that the first time I'd needed to go to the toilet earlier in the evening, I'd headed straight for the men's room, only to remember at the last minute that I was presenting as a woman. It was a choice that then led me to queue for fifteen minutes to use the ladies' toilets. All of a sudden, all those complaints I'd heard from my female acquaintances took on a new dimension...

"No, we're good," responded Emmy with a smile. "I have the right equipment between my legs, and I'm pretty sure you do too!"

Inside, the bathroom was a lot larger than I'd expected. If there were any urinals, they were down the far end and out of sight. Instead, there was a lengthy line of stalls, all of which seemed to be occupied. There were men standing outside several of them, and as they glanced towards us their looks were a mixture of interested and dismissive. The same music I'd heard outside was being piped in through ceiling-mounted speakers, though if anything it was a little louder in here.

Emmy steered me over to a couple of stalls that didn't have anyone in front of them, and we waited for them to become free. As we chatted, I tried to find out what was so special about these facilities, but she wouldn't say, deflecting every query with a cheery "You'll see!" All I could think was that they must have some sort of special bidet.

I'll admit it now - I was very naïve. But what I was about to experience was something entirely beyond my knowledge - and very far indeed outside a comfort zone that had, admittedly, been shrinking rapidly of late.

The door in front of me opened and a middle-aged man emerged, with a slightly glazed look on his face. He avoided eye contact and headed down to the far end of the bathroom, where I assumed the washbasins were to be found. Emmy motioned me inside. As I entered there was a puff of flower-scented chemicals as some kind of air freshener did its work.

When I got inside, there was no toilet, just a chair facing the back wall, with a cushion in front of it. In the centre of the wall was a small metal plate, with two buttons either side of it, one green and the other red. The red light was glowing in the relative darkness of the stall, which had no light of its own.

Mystified, I pondered going back out to ask Emmy what was going on. But even as my hand reached for the handle, I heard her call over the music: "Just sit down and press the green button, Nikki."

I did as I was told, but despite the green light coming on, nothing happened for a couple of minutes. Then, without warning, the steel plate slid aside, and I could dimly see a pair of eyes looking in at me. I gaped, unsure of whether to say anything, then settled for an uncertain "Hi?"

My greeting was so quiet that I wasn't sure it had even been heard. I reassembled my features into something resembling a smile, but even as I did so, the eyes vanished. I was vaguely aware of movement behind the aperture in the wall, in what I suddenly realised must be a stall in the other bathroom, the one accessible from the door on the right.

But even as I worked that out, I still hadn't figured out the purpose of the hole in the wall. Until it happened.

Through the opening came what was unmistakeably a man's cock. Not as big as I imagined Daddy's package to be. But bigger than mine, that was for sure. Thicker too, and circumcised, so that the helmet was on full display. It hung down but was by no means completely limp. Indeed, even as I watched, it twitched and then seemed to grow slightly.

I stared at it, not repelled, as I might have imagined, but fascinated. And not just fascinated by the sight of an adult male organ, the first I could recall seeing in the flesh. Fascinated to see what I would do. Because the invitation was unmistakable. And the only question was whether I would respond.

And then, the answer came. With no conscious volition that I could identify, I slipped forward off my chair and knelt down on the cushion. Still with a sense of moving at someone else's command, I felt my hand rise to the fleshy member that was now just inches from my face.

As I seized hold of the warm shaft, it throbbed and swelled. And underneath my skirt, tucked firmly away in my red boyshorts - the very same panties I had worn on that fateful first day being a maid for Daddy - I felt my own little pleasure stick respond...

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[To be continued in Part 5]

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