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After
such positive feedback from my 1st true life
adventure in the City of Bradford, I thought I'd
entertain you with another event from one of my
early trips "en-femme"... ....Well, one weekend, Miss- Denise
happens to be staying at a really posh hotel near
Bristol, England, and she really REALLY wants to
go on an evening trip around the town, perhaps to
the cinema. I always likes to walk down hotel
stairs (remember Bradford), and rarely take the
hotel elevators since it invites too many
potential male laser glances, as well as
intense and curious scrutiny by the ladies -
besides possible other risks!....
...so I leave the room, and
makes my way to what seems to be the exit
staircase - The sign says EXIT, which must be OK
(!).....
.........I push open the
barrier (unusual for hotel stairs), and into the
stairwell!.......and then the terrible reality
dawns on me - This is a one-way FIRE EXIT - I
try to get back into the corridor, but the door
is firmly locked, and no attempt at all will
dislodge the special barriers - Let's try all the
other floors! - But no, ALL the doors are
identical - I'm trapped!.......
......Fearing discovery, I
take my lipstick and face powder, and paint
my lips even redder, more mascara, and more
face powder - All in the mirror seems to indicate
that I''ll pass as Denise, assuming I
eventually make my escape!...
.....The ONLY possible exit is
a door marked FIRE EXIT - This door is
ALARMED!!!.......So I sit and think for 10 to
15 minutes - Logically I cannot stay here all
night - So I decide to take this exit!.....
...I nervously push open the
door, not knowing whether the alarm bells will go
off, the hotel may be evacuated, and the fire
engines could be called - but no options are
left!.......
....The door opens - no
alarm - all is quiet!........So I slip out,
close the door, and go out through the hotel
backyard, open the iron gates (no padlock!), into
the side alleyway. I pass some
semi-drunken youths who wink me a flirty pass
(the extra red lipstick, rouge and black mascara
were working well ) . But
tonight I ignore all passing proposals and trot
gracefully on my 4inch heels - "strutting my
stuff" and wiggling my arse back to the
brightly illuminated main hotel entrance. I walk
slowly past the well-dressed concierge and then a
couple of porters. Some glances from the mature
male hotel receptionist(!), past the busy hotel
bar full with weekend couples to the main
hotel lift - NO MORE STAIR WELLS tonight!.....
..........After several nervous
minutes, the lift finally comes, no other guests,
and up to the 3rd floor, and my cosy hotel room
- My adrenalin is still pumping to the limit as I
search deep into my shoulder bag, amongst
cosmetics and perfume for my keys. I open the
door and quickly into the room, and straight off
with my red heels, satin blouse, pleated
skirt, lacy corset, panties and stockings for
a long warm perfumed soak in the bath!!!
..So the morale of this story, "T-Girls",
is that it is quickest and best to take the
hotel lift!
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