It was a quickie in the cubicle.  Overwhelming in many ways as my thong was halfway down my hair slipping over my face and my skirt lifted up to keep my momentum screwing my topless partners sweet butt. The role reversal was very sexy. I emptied my load as we gained frantic pace. I held inside him as long as I could as he squirted his juice into the toilet soon joined by my very full condom. There was a lot of knowing looks as we left the cubicle. I met my accomplice for the evening at the bar. We had a kiss and fumble before he began mingling back into the crowd. Another man buys me a drink. But my attention is on two transvestites who are looking like everything I now wanted to be. Immaculately over the top. As I'd literally finished fucking in the cubicle twenty minutes previously I was already in the mood for more.  More than in the mood. I introduced myself to them and they were just so friendly.  A real girly dancefloor episode followed which got quite a lot of men trying their luck. Faux tranny lesbianism ensued between the three of us. Which again had me feeling dizzy with the overwhelming feeling of pure sexual energy. I had my pick of whoever was dancing near to us. Again a ripped guy got my attention and I turned the oversexual dancing onto him. He had poppers which I took a huge hit on and that was me. Another cubicle visit beckoned. I took the bottom role this time after my mouth eventually got pried off his dick. The new queen was getting what she very much craved now. 

The club was turning people out by the time we finished. I found my accomplice outside with another man. A cab ride and we were back at his pad. I would love to say I joined in with them. I was cock drunk already and collapsed in a chair. Waking up later and again seeing myself in a mirror hit home that this more radical direction is so very much worth following.  Now I  just need a new name.