Driven from Normal .

Simon McKenzie started his week normal enough, but after a series of events he now finds himself standing in a bar wearing a cocktail dress. Chapter 3.

With everything cleaned up and my gear gathered all in one place, Anna, Mel and I stood around making idle conversation waiting for Megan to get back with some clothes for me to wear.

“I’m bloody hungry all of a sudden, should we order a Pizza or something?” I asked

Anna said she was going out for dinner with her husband tonight, but to go ahead if I wanted to. I looked at Mel who was screwing her nose up.
“Meh, I had pizza for lunch to be honest, I don't think I could do another one now, but I am pretty hungry. Why don’t we get something else?” she offered.

We were running through different food options when Megan returned, lugging in even more shopping bags.

“Not a lot of options to be honest. Most of the things they had are tight fitting and might rub, but I think this will do the trick” Megan produced a flimsy, black garment with large white flower print over it, from the bag and tossed it towards me.

“Another dress?” I huffed.

“Like I said, not a lot of options!. And you don’t want anything that will rub and leave big tan-free patches everywhere, like pants!” she snapped back.

I removed the robe and held the garment up in front of me to work out what I was dealing with. It had thin spaghetti straps, as well as sleeves that weren't actually attached at the shoulder.
As I pulled it over my head, lining my arms up in the sleeves, I caught Mel looking at me again. She turned away her cheeks reddened up.

I was now very aware that I was pretty much naked getting dressed right in front of three women, my face also felt hot and flushed.

I quickly settled the new dress down over my new wider hips and straightened it out.
It was a loose fitting, flowing dress that fell just above my knees, the sleeves finished just past my elbows. I adjusted and untwisted the thin shoulder straps on my otherwise bare shoulders, to a more comfortable position and looked back at the girls.

“Wow!” all three said in unison along with “What a great figure!” or words to that effect.

Mel added in with “Fantastic legs, very hot!” causing me to blush heavily again.
I walked to where I had my gear sitting and picked up my shoes. As I turned to look for a seat so I could remove my heels, Anna interrupted,

“No way! You’re not putting them on; they WILL rub the colouring off your feet”

“So, what, I have to wear these forever now?” was my disgruntled response, looking down at the heels attached to my feet.

“Just for tonight or at least until after a shower in the morning to make sure it’s all settled in” Mel suggested.

Shot down again, I thought as I stuffed the other shoes into my backpack, along with the other new items from Megan’s shopping bags before zipping it closed. Megan had brought me some panties.
When I gave her a puzzled look she said that I would need them over the gaff if I was using the ones with the “pee-hole” cut in them.

“So, what about dinner then?” I asked trying to hide my annoyance and change the subject.

Megan waved her hand saying “No, I’m heading to a client meet-and-greet so I’m out sorry. I’d best be getting away actually”

“Same here, it’s getting on,” Anna added.

“I’ll just get room service back at the hotel” I mentioned, assuming that Mel was probably also keen to be getting away. “I’ll just ring an Uber for a lift back”

Mel spoke up as I went for my phone “I can drop you off if you like, my car is around the back. We could get something to eat on the way if you still want to?”

“That would be good. As long as it’s not too much trouble?” I replied maybe a bit too eagerly.

“No problem at all. I’ll get my stuff and we can get going” Mel said walking to the back of the studio and towards a door marked “STAFF”

Mel returned minus her white lab coat now wearing a denim jacket and carrying a handbag.
She had removed the tie from her hair and released the ponytail. It fell to her shoulders, Wow, she really was a stunner.
Anna told us just to go and she would lock up.
We said our goodbyes, I thanked Megan and Anna for their efforts and apologized about being a bit of a tosser earlier.

Walking along the carpark in the quiet I became aware of the clicking of my heels on the pavement. When I looked down to watch myself walking, Mel mentioned how well I had mastered walking in them, I blushed up again.

“You’re cute when you blush” she smirked, that made it worse.

We reached her car and she pressed the button on the key remote unlocking it.
I opened the passenger’s door and was overwhelmed at the sheer amount of rubbish inside it.
Mel, unfazed, started firing stuff off the front seat over to the back, making some space for me.
When there was a sufficient clearing I went to hop in.

“Hang on a minute, you need to be able to do that properly. Without flashing the world when you’re in a dress” Mel then gave me a quick lesson on how to get in and out of a car, keeping my legs together and swinging them in.
Once she was happy that I had it sorted, she started the car and we headed off.

Our conversation turned back to what we would eat, it turned out Japanese was an agreeable choice for both of us.
Mel turned into a small car park lined with a row of various small, boutique restaurants and bars.

“That place is epic!” she said, pointing to a Japanese themed bar nestled amongst them, as she swung into an empty park two rows over from the entrance door.

“I can’t go in there looking like this! Everyone will think I’m a weirdo. Can't we just get something from a drive through somewhere” I said in a fluster.

“You look like chick. A hot chick actually. You’ll be fine” Mel said rather bluntly and very matter of fact!

“I might be girly looking from the neck down. But I still have a guy’s face and hair doo. It’s pretty obvious!” I replied.

“It’s actually not that obvious at all! But hang on, I might have something over here” she said leaning into the mess on the back seat and starting fishing around.
She handed me a pink baseball cap with some silver glitter lettering on it, then produced two small, thin black plastic tubes.

“Right, hold still for a minute and close your eyes” she said as she wiped a mascara wand over my eyelashes and applied some pink lip gloss to my lips.
“Pretty! You've got such long eyelashes. Very jealous” she continued to apply more mascara and then told me to stick the pink cap on and I’d be set.

I swung the sun visor down and looked in the mirror.
“Having dark eyelashes isn’t going to fool anyone, I still look like a guy, just with dark eyelashes” I said very unconvinced.

“Come on, don’t be a wimp. You really do look just like a hot chick! Trust me, no one is going to see or think anything else” Then she swung her door open and started getting out, stopping to add “And just for your information, eyelashes make a huge difference. The only difference between Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse is eyelashes!”

Mel closed her door and walked around to my side of the car, she opened my door and put on an overly dramatic, fake whiney voice.
“Come on, I’m hungry” “Seriously, this place has the best Karaage chicken ever!”

I sighed again, reaching down to get my backpack when Mel began to laugh,
“You’re not taking that in are you?, It will be safe in the car, only Dora the Explorer carries a backpack everywhere"

“It’s got my wallet and phone in it, and there aren’t any pockets in this” I said motioning to the dress I had on.

She leaned in through the back door and rummaged around in the endless amount of mess. Eventually she held up a small black purse with a long strap.
She opened it up and tipped the contents out into the huge pile of crap spread over the back seat before handing it to me.
“Here Dora, use this. It will match your outfit as well…. Now come oooooonnnn!”

I put my phone and wallet inside. Before I closed it Mel slipped in the tube of lip gloss that she had used on me.
She held out her hand as an offering to help me out of the car. Which I took with a smirk on my face. I swung around as taught and stood up.
Mel smoothed my dress out at the back, then gave my bum a gentle slap,
“Let’s get that sweet, sweet lil' ass feed” in a reasonably convincing imitation of the old creepy man in Family Guy that whistles on the S’s.

Mel opened the door to the restaurant and held it open as I gingerly followed.
It wasn’t packed, but there were still a lot of people in there already. The noise of with dozens of conversations trying to compete over the music and kitchen clatter in the background was overwhelming.
I glanced around without really looking at anything and then the food smells hit my nostrils.
I remembered how hungry I was and involuntarily moved further in.

The Asian waiter approached and very enthusiastically welcomed us.
"Good evening beautiful ladies! Table for two?”
Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed two menus and guided us to a bar leaner table in the corner.

“I’ll come back for the drinks order soon,” he said, stepping away.

Mel hung her bag over the back of the chair and swept her hand under her skirt as she sat on the bar stool. I followed her lead and did the same.

“This place is the best. So what are you drinking?” Mel asked.

“Umm not sure, I should have a wine or something I guess” I said looking at the drink menu.

“What sort of wine do you normally drink?" Mel asked, still glancing over her menu.

“I don’t really drink wine, I drink beer. But I guess I’ll need to have one dressed like this” I said without looking up.

Mel burst out laughing and told me I was "Such a dick" then said “Girls drink beer too you Muppet. I’m having an Asahi”

I laughed as well “Phew, I actually hate wine…”

We ordered two beers and while we waited, we began to chat about all sorts of random stuff.
It was really easy talking to Mel and I was enjoying her company.

The beers arrived and Mel made a toast, “To a girls night out!” followed by a big laugh and a bigger swig of beer from her glass.

We had talked without stopping when the waiter came to take our food order, we hadn’t even looked at the food menu.
We sent him away for another five minutes, and both had to quickly skim read over the menu.
It all looked great, and we ended up going for a shared platter for two; it had a little bit of everything, so we could pick and choose what we liked.

We hardly even noticed the waiter when he brought the food over. We were both laughing and telling each other stories of dumb stuff we’d done in the past.
I was having a really good time with Mel despite how I was dressed.

The conversation continued throughout the meal and flowed effortlessly, so did the beers it seemed.
After our third round, Mel remembered that she had driven here and would now be well over the limit for driving home.
She didn’t seem too concerned after I suggested that we could just share an Uber home.

Mel ordered us another round and as I was finishing it, I was starting to actually feel a wee bit pissed.
My bladder was also urging me to give it some attention.
I told Mel that I needed to go, she said she did too.
We both got up and headed for the toilets. Mel reminded me to take my purse so it didn't get pinched.

Naturally I was heading for the men’s door, when Mel grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back.
That started more giggling as we both pushed through the door into the ladies.

It was empty luckily and the three stalls all appeared to be clean and tidy. I chose the end stall, Mel went for the middle.
I closed the door, hooked my bag up on the back of the door, and looked down at my dress.
I figured that standing probably wasn't the easiest option with the gaff, so I hoisted the dress up and turned to sit.

The heels lifted my legs making the toilet seem very low compared to what I was used to.
The silicon padding made the cold seat unnoticeable so that was a bonus.
I tried to hold the dress in a bunch at the front, while I used my other hand to try and fish the end of my dick out of the restrictive gaff panty. Easier said than done, it turns out!
After fumbling about, pinching and scratching myself with the long nails, I finally released the tip enough to have a pee.

I eased the flow to make sure I didn't get a stream somewhere it wasn't needed. When I was confident it was contained in the right direction I relaxed and let the flow increase. What a relief it finally was.

“Hey Dora, were your teeth floating again?’ Mel joked from the other stall.

“I was struggling to unpack the gear to be honest. Not gonna lie, nearly didn't make it” was my response.

I was still peeing when I heard Mel flush.
She opened her stall door and from outside my door asked, “You ok in there Dora? Do you need the map?”

I had finished and was making sure there were no lingering drips with a bit of toilet paper.
“All good, just packing myself up” I laughed.

I opened the door and Mel was touching up her lipstick using the mirror above the hand basin.
She looked at me and said “Your lip gloss needs a freshen up as well, pass it over and I’ll do it for you”

I opened the handbag and handed her the plastic tube.
She removed the lid and was looking at my lips when she leaned in for a very unexpected kiss.
I was a little surprised but went with it anyway.
She was a great kisser and I was really enjoying it, I could feel my cock straining against the gaff .

She stopped and whispered, “I've wanted to do that all afternoon, you’re so friggin sexy”

“I, ahh. I think you're smokin’ hot as well, the hottest girl I’ve ever met” I eventually blurted out.

Mel grinned, and wiped my mouth with a small paper towel she found in her bag, then added a coat of lip gloss to my lips.
“Let’s get out of here” she said, after retouching her own lipstick and stuffing everything back away in her bag.

I thought she just meant the ladies room, but she walked straight up to the bar waving a credit card she had taken from her purse.

“No way! I’ll get this” I said, forcing my card to the cashier adding up our bill.
Mel looked at me, smiled and scrunched up her nose.

"How was your meal?" The cashier asked casually, still adding the drinks up.

"Yeah, good thanks mate" I replied, trying to act a little more sober than I actually felt.
The cashier paused, looked up at me and gave a polite but confused smile before continuing.

Mel was trying hard to contain a laugh, she leaned closer to me and quietly whispered,
"You need to remember to talk softly. Like a girl."
Then seductively blew in my ear.

That'll be why he looked at me oddly then, I thought to myself.
I have no idea what the bill came to, nor did I really care. Whatever the price, to have been able to spend an evening in Mel's company was worth every cent.
We exited the restaurant and headed back to Mel's car. She reached out and linked her fingers in mine, swinging our arms as we walked.

"Had a good night?" I asked.

"Yeah, good thanks mate" came her reply in a deep voice, mocking me from earlier.

I nodded and grinned, trying not to react too much. "Fair call!"

"I'll just grab some stuff I need, and I'm picking you'll want your backpack, aye Dora!" She asked.

"I sure do. Hey, if I'm Dora, that must make you Boots." I replied, grinning like a geek.

With a giggle she told me to book an Uber.
The collection of treasures in the back seat had a fossick through as Mel gathered some items she needed.

I asked "Where to?"

Mel was a voice of reason saying that as good as a boogie at a club would be, we both had work tomorrow.
It wasn't really late, just a bit after 11:00, but Mel was right, I needed to be at Anna's studio at 9:00am.
The call to be on set was at noon, but there was a bit to be done I'd already been informed.

I booked the journey on my phone from our current destination at the restaurant to my hotel as the final stop.
Figuring it would be the gentleman-like thing to do to ask whereabouts Mel would like to be dropped off.
My hopes were high, thinking we might have been spending the night together after how well things between us had been going.
I was genuinely gutted when she gave me her address. I added it as a stop on the way, without making a scene.

Maybe another time, I really hoped so!