Sweet Wednesday, the preparation [MT]

Thank you to anyone who read the introduction to my experience, found here:

Sweet Wednesday, an introduction from cdstoriesgonewild

any comments or feedback is greatly welcomed!

I made my way up the metal stairs, my bag slung over my shoulder, every step i took being followed by the people in the bar, watching me from behind their drinks, a couple of the crossdressers on the sofa whispered to eachother and one even pointed at me, their hushed voices punctuated by giggles. I keep my head slightly down, focusing on each stair as I climbed up towards the next level, trying to resist the urge to turn around and flee out of the pub.

Sweet Wednesday, an introduction

My first time writing anything like this, be kind, this is just the intro to get you an idea of the scenario, and all of what I will divulge in this and coming chapters is 100% true of my experiences, I have just tweaked some elements for artistic license and better chronology.

I sighed, it was a heavy, troubled sigh, the sound someone makes when they have a big decision to make and they have no idea what to do. The underground train i was on was busy, the chatter of foreign languages from tourists blurring into the background, the colourful bundle of lines on the map infront of me blurred into a hazy mess, my eyes unfocused as I thought hard about what I was about to do.

Hi, I’m Ben by the way, a mid 20’s guy from London, 5’10 tall, average to slim build, long hair tied up in a bun on top of my head, with larger than normal designer glasses balanced on my nose, my pale complexion dusted with freckles, my hair a dark brown. I’m wearing a hoody over an oversized plaid shirt and some skinny jeans with converses, a duffel bag thrown over my shoulder. It’s a slightly weird look when it’s mid May and 25°C outside, but it’s hiding a secret.