A Date With Miss CY

 
Just a few days earlier at the Yoga Center, Panties had watched Miss CY, dressed in white, perform an athletic dance she had choreographed which was both sensual and spiritual. After, they chatted over canapes and wine. Miss D was recalling how Panties thought Miss CY was making arrangements for some sort of date with her, unaware that Miss D had previously told Miss CY all about her sissy maid and had even offered to lend Panties to clean her house. Panties protested that Miss CY was talking about a romantic date, which caused Miss D to smile. “It’s so sad, but it is so delightful,” said Miss D, not unkindly. “You know how I’m against abuse, and I’m really not saying this to hurt your feelings, but you should really know how much (women) prefer you this way (as a transvestite)...” Panties mentioned her engaging conversation with Miss V, another attractive girl who was friends with Miss CY. “She was just being polite,” said Miss D.

It was raining hard when Panties and Miss D pulled up in front of Miss CY’s house, which they found not so much by its address than from its being just beyond a small round-about. Panties noted the particulars of driving in a skirt and pantihose, how the seatbelt crossed over her breasts, how she was perceived as a “lady driver” from the vantage of others on the road. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Miss D had instructed her to bring along her maid’s uniform. Through the downpour, they could make out Miss CY standing in the doorway. Behind her, the warm glow from her living room held off the twilight. She greeted Panties warmly, without a hint of condescension. Miss CY was dressed in a lavender skirt and top. Her hair was tied back and she wore silver dangly earrings which flirted attractively with the loose strands of her brown hair. Panties suffered a moment’s conceit that Miss CY had dressed with care (and was in fact, wearing a skirt!), the way a girl does to impress a date. Miss D had always said she would allow Panties a girlfriend if she could find a woman who would accept her as her true self. Miss CY and Miss D sat on the couch to chat while Panties was sent to change into her maid’s dress. ☹ (Continued...)