part I

Lilith was elated. She had been to her doctor that day and there were no problems. She was now scheduled for the last surgery to remove all of her manhood. All that was left to do was the SRS (Sexual Reassignment Surgery). It was now scheduled for next week. The excitement over this was bubbling within her and she just had to release it somehow. Her dream and desire to be female was soon to become true. She was soon to finally be true to her self.

Once home, she stood at her closet and wondered what to wear. That was part of the fun of dressing up. It really didn’t take long to decide, so out came a pink blouse and leather miniskirt. Cupping her breast she wondered if she should wear a bra or not. Being a B-cup wasn’t all that impressive, but she had wonderful nipples that always caught peoples eyes. She smiled and said to herself, “Bra-less it is.”

The natural look was on for tonight. After getting dressed she sat down at her vanity and brushed out her long black wavy hair which hung down to the middle of her back. Then it was at least 45 minutes doing her make-up. She was almost ready to go. All that was left was to put on her newest black high heels that she bought that day right after her appointment with her doctor. Dancing all night was playing in her mind.

Lilith left early and went to a nice cozy street side restaurant specifically for their fancy herb chicken salad. Sitting at a table next to the big front window where she ate slowly and watched the customers. She enjoyed it when she caught some guy looking. She stayed there until after dark not ever suspecting that someone was watching her.

The Raven was a new club in town. It had only been open just a few months and tonight was the third time that Lilith went there. It appealed to her inner morbid fantasies. Vampires were the theme. The place looked dark and foreboding as one approached. The entranced was down a dark alley and the front had the appearance of an old stone castle. Most clubs had neon signs, not this one it had a torch on either side of the clubs name. Inside was pure dark Gothic. It was a museum of medieval, yet fake torture items. People either came there dressed as vampires or possible victims. The drinks were most interesting since they added something that made them look like some form of blood.