LBD and Heels

Conversations paused as the door swung shut behind Minori, only soft muzak coming from an unknown direction prevented icy silence. Still dressed in his business suit and on his way home from the office he stood out like a racoon at a kangaroo convention but he was too far in to perform an about turn with any dignity. Sticking to his original plan he walked to the bar, climbed aboard the only vacant barstool and ordered a light beer.
Bar Chantelle was twixt office and home, roughly halfway, and like most areas of the city that Minori had moved to a month earlier it was another new to him area.

“Haven’t seen you here before” a stool neighbour said “I’m Danny, general manager here for my sins” He smiled and half raised his glass toward Minori.
Bar Chantelle was the sort of place that Minori had been searching for online without success, fate and thirst had conspired together to bring him to a place better than he imagined the city had to offer. He told Danny about his transfer to head office and how lonely the city felt. Second beer in Minori casually mentioned how he felt at a loose end some weekends.

“Quickest way to make new friends is in a bar” Danny said

“Know what you mean, trouble is I’m not a drinker, two beers is my limit” Minori said with a smile “sitting with an empty glass would soon get me thrown out”

“You could find a bar looking for staff, customers always want to chat” Danny said in an in an indescribable way that could only be described as encouraging yet offhanded. Reliable staff were the biggest challenge for any bar and what could be better for Bar Chantelle than a smart young man new to the city “I might be able to help you out…”

Masking enthusiasm Minori casually agreed that bar work might indeed be a good way to meet people.
As he spoke Danny nodded along in an encouraging way, an out of the blue chance to fill those hard to fill weekend bar slots seemed to be falling into his lap. Almost unable to believe his luck Danny eagerly agreed to the request Minori made.

And in return Minori agreed to not to drink on duty, not be late and wear only black and / or white.

Minori flagged down a passing taxi, he was in the mood to celebrate and, on such a night, only soba noodles would suffice. Tonight he would eat at home whilst mentally preparing for his new part time job.
His apartment had two bedrooms, one on each side of the hallway, one for each side of his personality, each with closets stocked with outfits for every imaginable occasion and, most probably, unimaginable occasions as well.

Wearing only his favourite bra and panties that he had brought with him from Tokyo Minori opened the closet wide in the main bedroom, from the right dresses were colour coded. Next came skirts and, as with his dresses, they were sorted first by colour then length, tops filled the remaining rail. Examining the closet was an act of pure self indulgence, Minori knew way before Danny offered him the job exactly what he would wear for his second visit to Bar Chantelle.

Once dressed Minori checked the mirror, his lightly padded bra added a hint of breast appropriate for his slim, almost petite, asian body type. His panties just controlling enough to keep his cock concealed whilst still avoiding a visible panty line. His discreet eye colour, like his lip colour was only detectable under the closest of close scrutinies. His mid-high pony could almost be mistaken for hipster male.

Minori smiled as his eyes drank in one final mirror check as he slipped out of house slippers and stepped into shoes. Minori almost took more pleasure from presenting mystery than he did from crossdressing.
Back home he was a certified league one crossdresser who purposely confused those wanting to attach a label to what he was and a new city was no reason to lower standards.

Minori wore his favourite little black dress and heels because he wanted to be seen wearing a little black dress and heels.

The Minori that confidently looked back from the mirror reassured him - even under such bright light mirror Minori was an enigma - untryingly cute feminine while being so obviously not femboy so as to be almost femboyish.
Outside Minori’s head Danny alone knew the truth and, having gained such an attraction behind the bar, Danny was not about to shoot himself in the foot.

Bar Chantelle was almost empty when Minori arrived, Danny introduced him to bar manager Ann and fellow bar staff June and Edith. Ann took Minori through the basics, said to June and Edith “we will keep Minori behind the bar until she settles in”
As Ann spoke she added a barely there rising inflection to ‘she’ and glanced at Minori hoping for confirmation she had gotten his pronoun correct. On the outside Minori feigned failure to notice, inside he could not have been more delighted by Anns' confusion.

The City and Bar Chantelle would meet Minori’s needs perfectly.