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I had returned to the San Francisco Bay Area from Utah for a convention.  I had booked a room in San Jose to be close to the convention activities.  The convention concluded on Saturday noon and I decided to ditch my male identity for my feminine alter ego and visit my favorite club in the Tenderloin District of the City by the Bay, The Power Exchange.

I bathed and shaved all my bodily hair below my eyebrows (beard, arm pits, chest, stomach, arms, legs, and all but a narrow landing strip of hair over my clit).  Put my hair up in curlers, and while I let the hair set, I donned by matching white bra and panties.  I stuffed the bra with my B-cup silicone forms and tucked my junk between my legs.  I put on a pair of white hold up stockings and red CFM high heels.  A short white silky slip, my white translucent blouse and red and white checkered short slip completed the outfit.

After the red nail polish dried, I applied my makeup (foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, setting powder and red lipstick.  I then removed the curlers and combed out my shoulder length hair with a white ribbon barrette in the back.  The image was one of a respectable lady with the heart of a cum hungry slut.

The drive up to the city was uneventful and I was soon at the entrance to the Power Exchange paying my entrance fee.  Being in feminine mode, I was able to get in with the minimum fee.

I hung around the central bar on the main level for a while before making my way to the lower level that had several play areas.  I couldn’t go to the upper level because that was for couples only.  That didn’t bother me because I was certain to find a number of willing single playmates in the lower level.

I soon found myself in a bedroom arrangement with a big king-sized bed accompanied by a couple of guys and another gurl like me.  We were soon fully emersed in the act of mutual pleasure with our respective fellows.  We were drawing a crowd at the doorway and a few people spilling into the room to get a better look.  When we finally got the boys to deposit a creamy load of cum in our mouths, we spilt up and exited the room.

When I reached for my purse that I had placed at the head of the bed, I discovered it was missing.  I immediately notified one of the hall monitors, they initiated a quiet search and notified the door monitors to be on the lookout for my purse.  They didn’t find anything and said that when the club closed at 6:00 AM, they would be able to turn on all the lights and do a thorough search.  In the meantime, I could just hang around and continue playing if I so desired.

I had to wait because my purse contained my car keys and driver’s license.  Luckily, I had left my wallet in the glove box of my car with my secondary credit card and other valuable items.  At 6:00 the more intense search turned up nothing.  I could have made a police report, but was talked out of it by the manager.  As compensation, he gave me fifty dollars and called a locksmith to open my car and make a key so that I could get back to San Jose, and ultimately Utah.  He waited with me outside the club until I was able to be on my way.  He made me feel very safe and cared for.

By the time I got back to my motel in San Jose, it was early morning and I had to go to the front desk and ask for a keycard for my room.  That was a bit embarrassing, but I survived.

I took a short nap and checked out of my room by noon and was on my way back to Utah still in my feminine self.  I made my usual stop for dinner at Circus Circus in Reno, Nevada.  I didn’t have any trouble there.  When I got to Elko and stopped for breakfast and fuel, I changed back to boy mode in the gas station restroom and drove the rest of the way home.

Going to the humbug of trying to get a replacement driver’s license and replacement VISA credit card was uneventful.