The Stolen ID

It was 1993 and the year before grunge had exploded. Every kid in the USA had gotten a flannel shirt and every other guy had grown out his hair. I was actually super into the goth scene, which I had to hide from my Christian fundamentalist family, but I took the opportunity to grow my hair out and by February of that year it was down below my shoulders. This obviously did not go over very well with my parents and my dad in particular would not shut up about how it made me look like a girl. One time when I had a couple friends over he gave us an impromptu speech about how God has created man and woman separate and how he would not support me choosing a life of sin. After that my friends would not stop teasing me about my hair and my crazy dad. But whatever, I looked good with long hair and I've still got the photos to prove it. Ironically it was my dad's little religious sermon which ended up inadvertently causing everything I describe below.

What happened was sometime in April that year my friends Aiden, Saul and I were all out at the Salvation Army. Aiden didn't know when a joke stopped being funny and he kept trying to pick out girl's clothes for me. By that point I was pretty tired of the whole thing, so when he bet me $20 to wear a skirt to school, I took him up on it. He bought the skirt and the next day I changed into it in the school bathroom and went to class. It was actually super comfortable to wear and of course I got a giddy little thrill out of doing something forbidden and pissing off some homophobic jocks, but otherwise it wasn't like I had an aha moment and my inner cock hungry sissy was released.

It would have just been a day where I won $20 on a dumb bet, except someone from the school called my father and when I got home (after changing back into jeans, of course) I found a box of my things on the sidewalk with a note telling me not to come inside or call and that they would pray for my soul. And just like that I was homeless, kicked out of the house for being gay, which ironically I wasn't. I was so angry and confused, I just picked up the box and walked away thinking I was never going to see my family again. I had no plan and my stomach was so full of knots I thought I was going to throw up. Little did I know it would turn out to be probably the best summer of my life.

I ended up couch surfing with my best friend Saul for a couple months until I turned 18 and I was still on his sofa when graduation came. Saul had an older sister, Beth, who had just turned 21, so of course he kept asking her to buy him alcohol. Unfortunately for him, she hated him. One day we were getting dressed up for a goth party and experimenting with makeup. I loved the androgy of the goth scene and how free I felt to try whatever the hell I wanted (as long as it was black). I had just put on eye liner and asked Saul how I looked. He stared for a second and said "You know, with the eye liner, you actually look a little like Beth".

I looked in the mirror and it was true, we had a similar face shape. I had and still have pretty feminine features for a guy and at 5'8" I was only an inch or two taller than her. I was pretty thin back then and with my long wavy chestnut hair flowing free, I'd already had a couple guys come up behind me with a stupid pickup line thinking I was a girl. With some heavy goth make up, like a lot of people in the scene wore, I could probably pass for a girl. We talked about it for a while and he even eventually stole her ID and gave it to me, but I felt way too nervous to go into a shop to buy alcohol with a stolen ID especially when I didn't even drink. Anyway, shortly after that I turned 18. I'd already had a part time job and now that I was working full time, I had enough money to move out into my own (tiny) place.

I probably would have forgotten the whole thing, but a new goth club had opened recently in my town where all the good bands played and unfortunately for me and my friends, it was 21 and over. My favourite band was coming to play there and I was willing to do about anything to see them live. I still had the stolen ID, so I hatched a plan to dress up as Beth to get in. I write that now, but who knows, maybe I was just bored and needed a project, or maybe that's just an excuse and the idea of dressing up as a girl excited me. Who knows? Either way, I'd been a theater geek in school and I threw myself into this new role. Taking a good look at myself in the mirror, I decided my best bet was to under-sell the look, like I was shy about my body, maybe a bit of a tom boy.

I started looking for clothes, thinking about makeup, and the hardest part, my voice. I don't understand how some people think they can just wear a dress and suddenly pass as a woman. It took me a solid month of practice to get the voice sounding OK. I went for a sheer black long sleeve v-neck shirt over a medium length black lace dress. I got a bra (black of course) and inserts which gave me an A cup. I chose a black lace choker to hide my Adam's apple and for good measure, I wore riding shorts to which I'd sewed some extra padding to give my hips a little curve. I finished off my outfit with Doc Martins (it was the 90s) and a black and purple velvet hand bag. One of my great finds at the Salvation Army.

Even though the dress was medium length, there was no getting around the need to shave my legs. As I stood naked in the shower shaving off my body hair I couldn't help but think about my father's reaction if he could see me now and I laughed out loud to myself. I'll also admit that running my hands over my now baby smooth legs was a turn on.

For the make up, I put on some over the top dark red, nearly black lipstick, thick, black eye liner and heavy theatrical mascara. Looking in the mirror I had to admit it looked pretty good. However, I was still a little nervous, so I added a black lace veil to hide my face. The final result was very corpse-bride and honestly it was pretty subdued compared to some of the outfits I saw people wear in the scene.

In my mind I wasn't just sneaking into a club, for as long as I wore that outfit I was another person. I wasn't dressing up as a woman, I was a woman. I walked like a woman, I talked like a woman and I thought like a woman. As a final touch, something no one would know but me, I wore black lace panties under the riding shorts and I'll admit, the first time I put them on I immediately got a massive hard on and confusingly I jerked off thinking about fucking someone who looked like the girl version of me.

On Friday night after work I got home, dressed up, put on my makeup and snuck out hoping none of neighbours would see me. The club wasn't far so I started to walk. After a couple blocks I was waiting for the light when a couple of frat guys walked up next to me and started staring. My heart was pounding and for a moment I was convinced I was going to get the shit kicked out of me by homophobes, but instead they started saying shit like "Halloween's not till October!" and "Hey, if I say trick or treat will you suck my dick?". I couldn't help but crack a smile out of relief that even from a foot away I was passing for a girl. Unfortunately that only encouraged them, but when the light changed I walked on and after yelling a couple more dumb lines, they wondered off somewhere else.

When I got to the club and saw the line to get in I nearly chickened out. I had this vision of them somehow immediately realizing my ID was stolen, calling the cops on me and having to explain why I was dressed as a girl. Of course I now realise they probably saw 50 fake IDs a night and really didn't care, but back then I had just turned 18, had never been to an all-ages club before and I was freaking out. I was about to turn around and head home when the girl behind me complimented me on my choker. Somehow we started talking about makeup and before I knew it I was in front of the bouncer. I flashed him my stolen ID, and before I even had a chance to freak out again, he'd checked the age on the ID, taken my cover and waved me in.

The place was divided into an open area with a raised stage and dance floor on one side and a bar area with tables and chairs. I went to the bar to get myself a drink and even thought I didn't drink back then, I randomly ordered a cranberry juice and vodka mainly for the thrill of being at a bar for the first time. I then quickly took a seat in the darkest quietest corner of the club I could find to hide and hopefully calm my nerves before the show started.

I was staring off into the distance, nervously willing myself to be invisible, when I heard someone ask if the seat next to me was taken. I looked up at what seemed at the time to be the hottest girl I'd ever seen in my life. She was about 5'3', slim, straight dyed black hair, with enormous blue eyes and high eyebrows. She was wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her breasts nicely. I barely managed to squeak out a yes and while I was still processing how to deal with this new situation of a super hot girl wanting to sit next to me, while I myself also looked like an attractive young woman, when she waved over her boyfriend. I'd never really spent a lot of time checking out guys before, but I reminded myself that Beth was into guys and took a closer look. I could see that he was about 5'11", thin but muscular build, pale skin, dark lanky hair and square jaw. She was 22 and he was around 27, which at the time made them automatically seem super experienced and worldly to me. She introduced herself as Sylvia and he was Drake.

They both sat down and Sylvia started talking with me. I honestly couldn't tell you anything that was said now. In my memory it's all just impressions, how she smelled, how she moved, how she made me feel. She was excited about everything in a way that made you excited too. She kept touching my arm, complimenting me on my clothes, telling me she wished she was tall like me. It felt like she was flirting, but really I was just totally confused by the situation and didn't know what to do. The whole time Drake was pretty quiet and just sat smoking and watching the two of us talk.

The band finally showed up and Sylvia drug me by the hand right up to the stage yelling "Girls up front!". We watched the whole show holding hands and dancing together and no drug I have ever tried before or since has made me feel as high as I did during that show stone cold sober. The whole thing passed in a blur. At one point the singer leaned over like he was singing directly to Sylvia and myself, or maybe he just wanted a closer look at her tits. I wouldn't have blamed him. I froze like a deer in headlights, my arms up in the air. I had idolised this guy and he just gently took my hand and kissed it, before slowly backing away letting his fingers glide off of mine. I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen and I almost fainted on the spot.

At the end of the show I felt like I was floating as Sylvia led me back out of the crowd. The three of us sat back down and Drake bought a round and then another. I'm sure I was more than a little drunk and was talking excitedly about the band and as I did my voice kept getting high and squeaky with excitement. I'm sure I probably came off like an giddy school girl. Sylvia would occasionally give me a careful look before smiling again. After a while I excused myself to go to the bathroom and on the way I had to remind myself not to go into the men's room. Instead I got to experience waiting in line to pee for the first time and it was only while washing my hands that I realised I had lost my veil. However, since no one seemed to notice anything, I just calmly dried my hands, fixed my makeup and went back to the table.

Sylvia and Drake were deep in conversation when I arrived back, but as soon as they saw me, Drake stopped talking. I'd barely sat down when Sylvia said, "We were thinking, the drinks here are way too expensive, how'd you like to come back to our place for a glass of wine?"

I was super attracted to her and didn't want the evening to end, but I was worried about getting found out. I began to stammer, "That's, uh nice, but, there's, uh, something you don't know. Um, about me. Uh."

Sylvia put one hand on my arm and one on my thigh and leaned in so that her lips were almost touching my ear and whispered to me, "I know you're a guy. I think it's hot." Her breasts were resting on my arm and her hand on my thigh slowly slid up slightly towards my crotch and she added "Please say you'll come over."

I barely managed a nod and we left for their apartment.

Inside it was a goth's dream. Everything was painted black and purple. The living room was full of drippy candles which Sylvia immediately started lighting while Drake poured us some wine. He put on music and Sylvia started dancing towards me, waving her hands in front of herself. She took me by the hands and danced with me for a little while, then she picked up her glass, drank some wine, then tipped her glass to my lips to make me drink. Setting it down she put her arms around my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and as she played with my wavy hair she said "Isn't she pretty Drake? You are so beautiful, I could eat you."

She playfully snapped her jaw at me, then leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. The music, the alcohol, the confusion, I just got lost in the moment and began making out with her with wild abandon, totally ignoring her boyfriend sitting only a few feet away. We were getting super hot and heavy, I was running my hands all over her body, massaging her breasts, her ass, and she was doing the same.

I couldn't control myself, I pushed her dress off her shoulders and it fell to her waist. She was wearing a strapless bra under it and without prompting she unhooked it releasing her perfect little breasts. Her nipples were so pale I could barely see them in the candle light. I began sucking them and she moaned. She pulled me back up to standing and began rubbing my crotch, fingering me like I was a girl. She kind of hooked me like that and pulled me towards herself for one more deep kiss, then she led me towards the sofa.

I only now noticed that Drake was sitting on the sofa where he had probably been watching us the whole time. He was completely naked and stroking his cock, which was average sized, 5" or maybe 5.5". I'd never seen another man with an erection before, but Beth was into it. Beth thought it was super hot. Sylvia got on her knees and began kissing Drake, who eagerly began playing with her breasts. She broke off the kiss and Drake looked up hungrily at me. I hesitated, not knowing what to do, but Sylvia put a hand behind my head and gently pushed me forward until Drake and my lips met and I kissed a man for the first time. All three of us made out like that for I don't know how long. I felt totally lost in the moment, my tongue jousting with Drake, then Sylvia, while he played with my hair and she rubbed my cock through my dress. I could feel the precum wet in my lacy underwear.

I had just reached up to feel the curve of my own breast, getting lost in the fantasy of my own femininity, when I felt Sylvia's delicate hand take mine and guide it to Drake's erection. Without resistance I took his cock in my own hand and began stroking him. It felt totally natural and hot as hell. We stayed like that for a minute, all three of us making out together, then Sylvia moved down and holding her hand over mine, she began sucking Drake's cock while we jacked him together, her saliva slowly coating my fingers as they slipped over the skin of his penis. Drake tilted my head so he could kiss, bite and suck my neck. I was pretty sure he was leaving a hickey and it was driving me crazy.

Sylvia came back up and seeing the look on my face she moved behind me and began feeling up my stomach and chest. I was in heaven and closed my eyes, just enjoying her touch when I felt Drake's hand on the back of my head. I opened my eyes and saw the hungry look in his eyes as he tried to guide my head down to his erection. I wasn't sure I was ready for this, but Sylvia's hand was now under my dress and when she stuck it down my shorts and began rubbing my cock with the palm of her hand I lost all resistance. I let Drake lead me down and holding onto the base of his penis with my hand I took him into my mouth.

I could taste the slightly salty precum and began sucking him in rhythm to Sylvia stroking me. I was really getting into it and must have been making a lot of noise because Sylvia pulled her hand back out of my shorts and got up. It didn't matter, I was really getting into the blowjob. I loved the feeling of Drake's hand on my head, gently playing with my hair. I released my hand and tried to see how much of him I could take in my mouth until the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth and I gaged a little. He seemed to really like that and for the first time that evening I remember him beginning to talk. He said, "That's right, take it all. That's a good girl. Suck it. You're so fucking hot." Honestly, it was a huge turn on.

I was really getting into it. I held onto his shaft and while licking his head I looked up at him. As soon as he'd made eye contact, I pitched my voice even a little higher than my usual girl voice and asked "You like that?"

"Fuck yes"

I took him as deep as I could then slowly came back off releasing the head with a little pop of suction.

"Like that. Is that what you want? Tell me what you want."

"Fucking suck my cock little bat."

With that I went back at it. I was just trying to figure out how to position myself so I could stroke myself at the same time when Sylvia came back. I was so into the blow job, I hadn't even noticed she'd briefly left us. I felt both her hands on my ass trying to lift me up, so I obliged and raised my butt in the air. That's when I felt her under my dress, pulling down my riding shorts and underwear. It was clear she wanted them all the way off, so I shifted my knees to accommodate her. She cradled my head stopping my bobbing motion with Drakes cock still in my mouth and whispered right into my ear, "I love your panties. And I love the way you suck my boyfriend's cock. It makes me so wet." She pulled me off her boyfriend's dick and kissed me and I nearly came right then. She was naked now too and I started playing with her breasts again.

I was kissing Drake when I felt Sylvia move behind me and hoist my dress up around my waist followed by something cool dripping on my now exposed ass. She began gently massaging my asshole before one of her fingers gingerly plunged into my hole. It should have been obvious to me at the time what was going to happen next, but I was so caught up in the moment, all I could think about was how good it felt. After she'd gotten two fingers in me I barely noticed her nodding to Drake who broke off our kiss and moved around behind me. Sylvia gently whispered in my ear again. "You're such a hot girl. So fucking sexy".

Behind me Drake was firmly holding onto one of my hips. I then felt his cock press against my hole and before I really had a chance to process what was going on, with a firm push he slowly slid in. I was immediately hit by the pain and must have grimaced, because I heard Sylvia say "Slow down Drake, you're hurting her." Drake stopped with his dick buried in my ass to give me a chance to get used to his size. At the same time Sylvia reached inside my dress and grabbed hold of my cock. "There" she said as she slowly stroked me, "is that better?" I came after the third stroke, shooting loads all over the inside of my dress. At seemingly the same time Drake started fucking me and it was almost too much sensation for me to take. Soon he was pounding away and I had my eyes shut tight trying to keep it together when Sylvia whispered in my ear. "I love watching my boyfriend fuck you. This is such a fucking turn on."