My friends must have suspected I was gay. My sisters told them all that they caught me wearing their clothes on multiple occasions. Going into detail, my being caught dressed in lingerie, dresses and their high heel shoes was proven by pictures they had on their phones. They walked in on me and forced me to sit there while they put make-up on me and called me names. I loved it and continued wearing their lingerie under my clothes on a daily basis. My parents were resigned to the fact that I was a gay fairy. I love keeping my legs shaved & my toenails polished. The feeling of wearing nylon stockings, a garter belt, frilly pink panties and a bra is like heaven. I wear a dress anytime I can. It's my guess that my guy friends got together with my sisters to falsely claim they were going to meet me at a bar. Without telling me, it was actually a gay bar in Manhattan at the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Somebody found out that this bar was the biggest pick-up place for gays so they thought it was good idea they send me there. Without thinking, I assumed they had a reason I meet them there to hang out for the evening. I pulled my jeans up over my frilly lingerie and wore a sweatshirt over my bra & camisole. I took the bus and a subway into Times Square station. I walked a few blocks North to The Port Authority Bus Station. My garters pulled stretching my nylon stockings with each stride I took. My erect penis was rubbing back and forth on the inside of the pink nylon panties. I was coming close to an orgasm from all this stimulation. Finding the bar empty, I pulled up a seat and sat down. Looking down at my feet I noticed my black stockings were clearly visible because I wasn't wearing any socks. An hour passed when a guy in a grey business suit asked "Is anyone  sitting next to you? I said "No, be my guest" He pulled out the chair on my left side and introduced himself, "Hi, my name is John Stevens and I'm an executive at CBS news. What's your name? I answered "Brian Johnson" and we shook hands. I just finished my third rum & coke and he asked if he could buy me drink. I said "sure" thinking boy this guy is friendly. He asked what I was doing here and I told him I was waiting on some friends. He asked "Girlfriends?" I told him "No, guy friends". Shortly after that I felt him place his hand firmly on my knee. Again I thought "Boy! This is a friendly guy!". The jukebox was playing loud and his hand moved toward my crotch. I didn't stop him for some reason. Instead I opened my legs and the fingers on his left hand pulled the zipper down on my jeans. In a flash his big hand was inside my pants massaging my balls & penis. God! it felt wonderful. He asked me if this was my first time in a gay bar? I answered "Yes, I had no idea this was a gay bar". He told me "look around every woman you see in here is actually a guy". I couldn't believe my eyes, they were gorgeous. He told me, "You're beautiful. With a little make-up, a dress and high heels I can have you dressed and bring you back here to join them This evening. Would you like that?" I answered, "I'd love that!" He continued to massage my silky clad pantied crotch explaining he had a hotel room filled with women's clothes not far from there. We began to make out his tongue in my mouth and his hand still on my crotch. He pulled me out on the dance floor and after a while he led me by the hand out the door to his hotel room. I was quite high from all the drinks I had.