With restrictions lifting in my area, I was anxious to get out and enjoy some live music. For background, I am a longtime bisexual male crossdresser who has no interest in transitioning but I enjoy going out as a woman and occasionally having fun with consenting, fully aware guys.
Last weekend I learned that a favorite cover band of mine was playing at a shady biker bar a couple of towns over so, of course, I made plans to go check them out. I put on the tightest jeans I own, a tight fitting top that makes my silicone breastplate pop, and a pair of high heel boots. I looked ?. Called my female friend and we headed out, arriving just around 10pm.
The bar was packed, mostly with rough and tolumble bikers and their lady friends. We made our way to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. The band was fantastic, or maybe we were just happy to see live music after all these months. More beers followed.