[MM] Crossdresser survives biker bar adventure

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.

Uber Eats [MM]

I am a male crossdresser, and on a recent trip to Atlanta, I decided to travel in comfortable sissy mode. I wore my favorite leggings, a low-cut sweater and sneakers (in addition to makeup and wig, of course). Upon arrival, I hopped into an Uber minivan and headed to the hotel. The driver was a talkative older man, in his 50s, who asked me a bunch of questions about my trip and where I was from. He was very sweet, so I went along answering his questions and asked him a few, too. The trip was supposed to be 20 minutes but traffic was really bad and 45 minutes later we were still stuck in the evening commute.

I noticed that the driver would not take his eyes off of my chest for a minute. I was wearing a C-cup silicone breast plate and hadn’t worn a bra, so the nipples were clearly visible through the sweater. After a while I said, if you keep staring at my tits we’re going to get into an accident. He replied, I think you and I should get into an accident. I was a bit surprised by how forward he was, but went along.