Dolled Up To Rock 'n' Roll

I've always been a rocker, not that I don't love other types of music, too, but there was always something about going to a rock concert that had a special air. A kind of vibe that was hard to describe. Almost like an energy in the crowd connecting them to the band. Of course, I'd been to a number of shows over the years, saw some big bands, some unknowns and saw some great shows, some decent shows and even a few that sucked.

One of the big things that always stood out for me: the ladies. Especially back in the hair metal days of the eighties, there were some ladies who turned up at these shows looking like were ready to be biker sluts, or even just plain streetwalkers! They were usually very sexy, even if they weren't pretty, just average, they still looked awesome. The outfits were usually black, short skirts or dresses, lots of cleavage, spike heels and make-up that just screamed 'look at me!'

The exhibitionist in me loved the idea, and as a crossdresser, the idea of going to a rock show all dolled up was one I fancied for years. The problems were multiple. First, in the hair band days I didn't have the clothes, or the make-up skills, to pull it off. Once I had all that, we were pretty heavy into the grunge days and I felt like that outfit wouldn't have the same impact. So, finally we got past that and I had the chance to go see a show, but the person I was supposed to go with had to cancel. No one else was available on short notice, so I decided to just go stag, well maybe... doe?

This seemed like the perfect chance to go to a show dressed. I had been out several times crossdressed, mostly on Halloween, going to drag shows or clubs, but I'd never really been somewhere that wasn't kind of 'safe'. So, this was a little scary since I knew there could be some people at a concert that might react badly to me being a dresser. So, I hoped the outfit would be the draw, and I would just be the model for it. Thankfully, I knew a lot of people would be pretty hammered, too, so the likelihood they'd 'make' me was pretty low. Still I wanted to look like I was on the prowl!

So, first the prep work, taking a nice bath and making sure to shave all over. I keep myself pretty clean shaven most of the time, but I wanted to make sure I was nice and smooth. I also moisturized and did some of my other skin care regime. Want to look nice and touchable soft. Maybe I'd even get lucky and get touched, or do some touching. I was already getting pretty excited about the thought of being ogled so much, so I knew I was probably going to get pretty slutty at some point, which just got me that much more worked up.

Since I was starting to get excited, I figured I'd better get my clitty tucked first. I got a nice tight pair of bright red panties and slipped them on. I decided to use a bit of tape since I wasn't sure how well it was going to stay for the whole show. Once I was more under control, I started on my make-up. Its' funny after all these years of dressing, I still love putting on make-up. There's something about it that just gets me so ready to go en femme. Even if I'm not dressing fully, maybe just trying on some new clothes, putting on make-up just gets me into that girly headspace.

I knew I needed to go big and bold with this. I'd done super slutty and over the top make-up before, so I knew how to do it. I just wanted to make sure this was something that said 'sex on heels' and 'look at me'. So, first thing, I painted my nails. Needless to say I went with the brightest, hottest red I had, so that the ends of my fingers looked like crimson talons when I was done. I decided to paint my toes, too. I was planning on wearing boots, so they probably wouldn't be seen, but it gave me something to do while my finger nails dried.

Once my fingers were dry, I started with some foundation, I went with just a light powder since I knew it could get warm in the crowds and I didn't want my usual liquid foundation melting. Once I had my good base, I moved to my eyes. I usually did the eye shadow first, then the mascara, since it was a little hard to work around the lashes once those were painted. I wanted to continue my red theme, so I went with a bright red on the inside of the eyes. I did that halfway, then switched to a very dark heavy red on the outside and blended the two to go for that smoky look. I also decided to go with some eyeliner. I've never been good at putting on eye liner, even liquid liner, but I figured if there was a time to break it out, this was it!

I got my eyes lined pretty well, and even went slightly past the end of the eye to give a little flourish at the corner. Hopefully, this would help with an exotic type look. Next heavy on the mascara, I have pretty thin, light eyelashes, so to get any degree of mascara, I usually need a lot, but I went for basically painting it on. My lashes looked dark and full. Paired with the red shadow, I thought it looked damn good.

A little bit of blush on my cheeks to give me some color there and then it was on to my favorite, and hopefully yours, lipstick! Can you guess which color I went with? Yeah, slut red was the theme, so it was no different here. I got my lips painted to the brightest red I could and covered them with a nice bright lip gloss to make them glow that much more.

I looked over my outfit options. I knew I was going to wear my thigh high boots, they were my favorites and they were broken in enough, so I knew I could stand in them for some time. Also, if I needed to spend any time kneeling, they were like having built-in kneepads. I figured I'd go with some fishnets stockings as well since that seemed pretty slutty and rock 'n' roll. I had a heavy red PVC corset that completed the red theme for my base. It would also give me some unnatural curves since it squished in my waist and pushed up my chest to make it look like I had tits. I had some D-cup sized falsies that would complete that part.

So, I just needed to decide on my outerwear. I had two main outfits that would really work: a black PVC skirt and top combo or my PVC mini-dress. Both were slutty enough and both worked well, so it was really a toss-up. I finally decided on the combo since vinyl doesn't breathe real well, and I could get a little more air that way! It could also let me tease the red of the corset showing underneath.

So, I laced myself into the corset. Once I had it on to start, I hooked the laces to my closet door and pulled them a bit tighter. I tied it off with a small bow around the front so there wasn't a lot of excess hanging down. I slid the fishnets on and hooked them to the garter straps from the corset. I made sure to thread the straps inside the panties so I could take them off to go to the bathroom, or for any other reasons I might need to remove my panties!

Now, my favorite part, I slid my stockinged feet into the bottom of my thigh high boot, then lined them up and I zipped myself in. I so loved these boots! I was actually dripping into my panties I was getting so worked up! I hadn't even gotten to the show and I was already wet! I slid the other boot on, getting even wetter and trying really hard not to play with my clitty. Thankfully, the tuck and tape was keeping me from getting too worked up!

Next I slid on my top and zipped up the skirt, almost ready! I looked over my wigs. I have several colors and I usually prefer my red since it looks pretty natural on my pale skin. My jet black wig is also nice, and very striking, but for something like this, there's really only once choice... blonde. I have a bright blonde, bimbo looking wig. So, I slid that one on, made sure to secure it really well and brushed it out. I looked over myself in the mirror. I was getting turned on at the sight of myself! Wow, I looked like a cock-hungry slut, which let's be honest, that was the look I was going for.

I got so excited looking at myself that my clit about soaked my panties! I debated putting on my chastity cage, but this outfit was pretty tight and I didn't want any unsightly bulges. I decided to go the other way. I got out my butt plugs. Then I hiked up my skirt and pulled my thong aside, greasing up my ass and sliding in my smallest plug. Once I had adjusted to that, I slid it back out and slid my medium home. Such an odd sensation to be so full and not able to push the invader back out. I briefly thought about putting my largest plug in, but that one was really big and made it tough to walk. The medium gave me just that extra wiggle that added to the 'look at me' factor.

I put in some large dangly hoop earrings to add to the effect. I also put on a leather choker to help hide my Adam's apple. I debated putting on some leather gloves since I loved wearing opera length gloves, but I wanted to show off my red nails, too. So, I opted for leather gauntlets that gave a long gloves look, but left my fingers open. I snapped a couple pics and e-mailed them to myself, I was going to have to post this look! I made sure I had my ticket, phone, keys, ID, make-up and lube in my purse. Then I shouldered the black bag and headed out.

Just the drive to the show was thrilling. I had fun exchanging looks with a few other drivers at red lights and got several honks from tractor trailers. Judging by the reactions, the look was working and 6I was feeling hot! The plug and tuck also had me pretty worked up, so add all that together and this was set to be a fun night!

Thankfully the venue had its own lot, so it wasn't too far from the show. I briefly thought about parking further just so I could have more time walk and show off, but figured I'd be able to show off enough at the concert. I had intentionally picked a medium sized venue so there would be a good crowd, but not huge. Large enough to blend in, but small enough to stand out!

Parking and getting out of the car was always one of those moments. I was scared and nervous, but mostly excited! I still had to take a few deep breaths and calm myself to get out of the car. It was a nerve wracking moment. I don't know why, there was hardly anyone around, and the few weren't paying attention to me, but I still felt like the whole world was screaming, "Tranny! Get the freak!" A few more breaths and the nerves wore off. I started thinking about how much I'd be showing off and that got me going again and got me walking!

Strutting on heels is always one of those strange things. It's an odd mix, of getting the right pace, but also getting the heels clicking on the ground so that people know you're coming! Thankfully it was a bit cool, not cold, just cool enough that you'd need a light jacket, but with the vinyl covering I was plenty warm, though the cold air blowing up my skirt was making the wetness in my panties a little uncomfortable!

As I strutted, I hit the main sidewalk to the venue and started seeing other folks. Some were just hanging out, drinking and waiting to head in. Others were walking towards the show. That's when I started to get the first looks. A number of guys gave me the up and down look, and I got a couple wolf whistles and comments like, "Looking hot!" Those made me feel really good!

I passed a few girls who also gave me apprising looks, one group kind of looked disgusted and just started whispering to themselves. They had kind of a preppy look so I ignored them, but I also passed a group of three girls who were dressed pretty hot, too. One even commented, "Killer boots!" and I replied, "Thanks! I love your heels!" She had some 5" pumps on, with a little strap so they were cute and sexy. I got a nice smile from all three of them for that. See, not all girls are catty!

I got into the entrance line and they were checking everyone going in for tickets and security. As we waited, a guy behind me kind of leaned in and said in a low voice, "Excuse me, but I just wanted to say hi and tell you that you're hot as hell."

I turned slightly and smiled, batting my lashes a bit, "Thank you, I always like to look my best, especially for a show."

"Well, you've already made my night, I'm going to have trouble watching the show, I'm going to be looking for you," he smiled as looked me up and down.

"Awww, aren't you sweet," I smiled more, stretching to show off my cleavage more.

His eyes were naturally drawn down and then he looked back up, "I hope to see you inside," he smiled.

"Keep an eye out, you might get lucky," I winked and then turned back to the ticket taker and handed them my ticket. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him trying to say something more, but the next usher was asking him for his ticket. I went through security and moved into the venue.

I was still getting lots of looks from the guests. Even a few of the ushers and security people were checking me out. I did see one of the security ladies give me an appraising eye, so she might have 'made' me, but she didn't say anything. It's not like they have a dress code, and I certainly wasn't the only one there in super sexy clothes. In fact, I passed a brunette who must have been cold since she was only wearing a leather tube top and short shorts. She had some ankle boots on and looked pretty damn good. I gave her a small smile, but she just tossed her hair and looked away. So much for sisterhood, I figured us sexy sluts gotta stick together! Maybe she thought I was after her guy? Eh, whatever.

There were two main ways into the venue one went through an outdoor concourse with food, vendors, tables, benches and also tents of sponsors and radio stations. The other went inside the venue and had more food and drinks. The inside was the shortest way in, but it was also brightly lit. I figured the less light the less likely to be made, so I stuck to the outdoor concourse.

I could feel more eyes on me and several groups of guys were eyeballing me and the ones who weren't looking were nudging their friends. I was trying to decide if I wanted to get a drink or go find my seat. The first band had already started and monitors played the show outside, too. The arena was still lightly populated, so it might be a good time to figure out where I was sitting.

As I stood looking at the monitor, a guy came up to me and introduced himself, "Hey, you are just gorgeous." He was also looking me up and down.

I smiled back, "Thank you, sweetie." I kind of posed a little, enjoying him looking over me. I could feel my clitty stir and a fresh patch of wetness started in my panties. I kept this up and my pre-cum was going to be running down my thighs!

"Are you here with someone? Can I get you a drink?" he asked hesitantly.

"My friend cancelled at the last minute... and I'd love a drink," I replied.

"I can't believe anyone would cancel on you. You want a beer?" he asked.

"Lemonade, please," I smiled and batted my lashes. He looked like he just hit the lottery. His brain took a moment to kick in that he was doing something, then he gestured to a nearby table. "You want to grab a seat? I'll be right back."

I sat on the bench and felt a surge as I forgot about my butt plug and sat right on it. I tried to nonchalantly sit so I wasn't right on the plug. I took stock as it occurred to me I had a guy hitting on me, actually he was the second one so far! I went through my purse as I waited.

Alton came hurrying back, I guess he was worried I'd leave. Thankfully the outdoor vendors weren't busy, so he was back quickly.

He sat the lemonade in front of me and he put a beer in front of one of the chairs next to the table. I smiled and patted the bench next to me. He smiled bigger and sat down next to me, trying to look me in the eye while ogling me, too. I made a show of inserting the straw and lining it up and taking a sip, then licking my lips when I was done. Did you know lemonade could be erotic? With the right person, just about anything can be!

He looked like he was ready to start drooling! My goodness this was fun! He coughed and tried to adjust in his seat, "So, your friend couldn't make it?"

"Yeah, they cancelled late, and I couldn't find someone else. How did you come?" I emphasized the 'come'. Thankfully I had a pretty femme voice, I usually didn't sound falsetto or like a lisp, but I could sound very breathy.

He hesitated as I emphasized come, "I uhh... well, I came by myself, too."

"Thank you for the drink," I smiled, batting my eyelashes again.

He was clearly flustered, he wanted to throw me over the table and start fucking me right there, but he was trying to be a gentleman, "Yeah, you're welcome. Any excuse to get closer to you."

"Well, then why don't you get closer?" I winked.

He took the hint and slid over, right next to me. He put one arm around my shoulders and I responded by resting my hand on his knee and running it up to his thigh. He grunted slightly. "You okay?" I asked, near his ear.

"I am amazing, as are you. I just... uh... a little uncomfortable," he stammered.

He was being very sweet, so I decided to move this up. I slid my hand up his thigh to rub his cock through his jeans. "Is this what's making you so uncomfortable? It seems awfully... hard." I was pouring it on.

"Oh fuck," was about all he could manage, as I rubbed more.

"Well, certainly not here," I all but purred, rubbing him more.

"Goddam you are fucking hot!" was his reply.

"You have no idea, honey." I replied, "Anywhere we can go for privacy?"

"Holy shit! Really?"

"Well, if I blow you out here, we'll probably get thrown out, and maybe arrested," I smiled.

"Well, yeah, I mean, there's a place right around the corner..." he stammered.

I stroked his rapidly hardening cock and said, "Sounds good, show me."

He stood and took me by the hand, I tottered after him on my heels. He was clearly a man on a mission now. He led me towards an area at the back of the concourse that was a one person bathroom. Not exactly glamorous, but I didn't really care. I was getting cock crazy, and I needed some. He closed the door and pulled me in, he went to kiss me, but I warned him, "You're going to have my lipstick all over you."

"I can wipe it off," he smiled back.

"Sure," I grinned rubbing his cock again, "but wouldn't it look better on here?"

He smiled and pulled me back to the stall. He unbuckled his pants while I reached into his underwear and pulled him out. I ran my hands over him, stroking his cock and balls lightly as I sank to my knees. I looked up at him and smiled as I ran my tongue over his head. He looked down biting his lip as I wrapped my lips around him and started sucking him slowly and softly at first, but quickly getting faster and faster as he steadied himself by holding my shoulders. I figured he was pretty worked up and wouldn't be too long. After a few minutes I knew I was right and he started breathing heavily and started thrusting his hips. He finally grunted and I was rewarded with a mouthful of salty cum. I kept sucking for a few more moments, milking him fully while me just kept moaning and muttering. Then I swallowed down my treat.

He stood there panting for a few moments while I wiped my mouth clean of any drool or jizz that I missed. I stood and went over to the mirror to reapply my make-up. Thankfully, I just needed to redo the lipstick and gloss. While I was doing that he just kept muttering, "Holy shit" and "Goddamn that was awesome" over and over. As I put my make-up back in my bag, I started to head out.

"Hey, are you leaving?" he asked.

"Yup, I'm off to the show. Thanks for the treat, have a good night," I smiled and headed back out into the cool night. I was worried if we were in there too long security would come and check, but I didn't see anyone around, so I headed over to the venue to see if I could find my seat.

I had a few more guys check me out and a few tried to approach me. I gave them nice smiles, but kept on my way. The opening act had finished and the second band was about to play, so I wanted to see some of the show. I settled in and I knew the seat next to me should be open, so I was curious to see who would be on the other side. It was only a few minutes before a group of guys sat down. The one closest to me was busy talking to his group, so he didn't see me at first. Only after he sat, did he look my way. At first he just gave me a polite nod, then he actually spotted me and his eyes popped open.