AlexBailey
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The Crossdresser Club (Sissy Night) at Wicked Grounds Café
Wicked Grounds is a kink café: “Coffee. Kink. Community – Wicked Grounds Kink Café and Boutique” at 289 8th Street, San Francisco, California. (Near the corner of 8th and Folsom)
Last Wednesday (Nov 20th) I went for the first time.
I first discovered the Café while on a business trip several years ago and was delighted to find a welcoming atmosphere for us ‘deviants’ who otherwise feel the need to hide our inner selves. The Café is next door and around the corner from kink friendly clubs and shops in the Folsom district of San Francisco, famous for the annual Folsom Street Fair. I had just purchased some fetish items from Mr. S leather and was looking for a place I could be open during the day, I was directed a block north. They have all of the typical coffee drinks, pastries and such in addition to some delicious and creative milkshakes, all prepared by a variety of staff of all identities and persuasions. The Café welcomes any mode of dress as long as genitals and feet are covered (food establishment) and has a full calendar of events including such things as the “Stampede Pony Munch”, “Bay Area Rope Club”, “Bring Your Human Animal Night”, “Kink 101”, “Intro to Rough Body Play: Punch-Drunk Love!”, and countless more.
The events had outgrown the Café years ago so an annex was opened, two doors down and up the stairs with more area, changing rooms and a rentable space. The Crossdressers Club is held one Wednesday in the middle of each month in the Wicked Annex from 7:00 to 9:30 after which participants are invited to go downstairs to Bondage-a-go-go (A Wednesday night BDSM-themed night club with a live dungeon and dance floor)
I got to the city an hour early and found a well-lit parking spot right across from the café. Since I was early I did some browsing in the nearby fetish shops, (Mr S and Leather etc.) where they are always very welcoming and let me try on anything I want, including helping me into a corset or a straitjacket. I’ve made many purchases over the years and although some items are available cheaper on-line, being able to try on different sizes and see how they work with other items I already own... I always make an effort to support their businesses.
I still had some time to get refreshments from the café before the annex opened at 7:00 so I went in dressed as mostly male. The café was hosting a “Pre-Bondage-a-go-go Munch”. A ‘munch’ is a meeting of sorts for people of a particular interest. Doms and subs were meeting to answer questions for newbies and to coordinate scene play to be held in the adjacent clubs later in the evening. I didn’t stay long because I’d already planned on going to the CD club upstairs.
Around 7:15 I walked out the front door and found several people who were dressed for the CD event, vaping nicotine and cannabis in an alcove. I was welcomed and partook with some new found friends before heading up the stairs to a large foyer. The door to the annex was open and I walked in with several other people in various degrees of dress. The room was larger than the café and could easily be reconfigured for many types of events. There were many chairs in an informal circle with people bunched up in different loose knit groups. I didn’t try to count but I’d say there were around 30 people at the peak.
A cis woman named Alice introduced herself, identifying as a main organizer of the event. She described herself as a somewhat masculine woman who loves the feminine in all, and really enjoys seeing men embrace their inner girliness. There was also a cis man who I believed to be a Dom who seemed to be a facilitator of sorts. I think his name was Jeff. He moved about the room, approaching anyone who seemed new or unsure of the scene. There were a few other cis women, (I’m making assumptions here) who seemed to be informal facilitators who were being helpful however they could while others seemed to be the female spouses of some of the gurls, there for a night out with their partners in drag.
There were gurls, (my word here for CDs or trans people) of all kinds and ages in all sorts of outfits including evening gowns, typical club wear, PVC, Latex, leather, some in normal but cross street clothes. Some could pass, and as I said, I was assuming some were cis women but in actuality I guess didn’t really know for sure one way or the other. I was not the only gurl with facial hair. Some were changing their outfits right out in the open, trying on and exchanging different items. I wasn’t quite ready for that so I went into the back room and changed my top and into a skirt.
I wore the outfit in my avatar but with a long-sleeve mesh bodysuit underneath. I was very fetishy but not extreme in any way for this crowd. It was the first time I had gotten dressed in-femme with other people in the room but I felt completely comfortable. Some gurls had full makeup kits with lighted mirrors and curling irons while others just threw on a dress or a blouse and skirt.
When I went back to the main room I sat back in the circle and just took it in for a while, watching the interactions and admiring the view. I didn’t ask but it didn’t seem like a problem to anyone to stare or admire whoever or whatever I found interesting. I gave out several compliments and recieved many in return.
A 20s something obvious cis-male walked in dressed in normal male street clothes, looking very apprehensive and shy. Alice noticed immediately and welcomed him in. He spotted me, gave me a nervous nod and looked me up and down with a quick smile. I’d think that seeing my beard made him more comfortable about not having a very passing appearance. Jeff casually gravitated toward him and engaged in conversation, skillfully getting the turtle to come out of the shell a bit. He finally identified herself as ‘she’ named “Flo”. She said it was her first time out to such an event. Flo’s apprehension did not disappear but it definitely came down several notches through the evening, she eventually took off her shirt to revel a spandex top. I have a thing for bodysuits and athletic wear so I asked her if it was a leotard, to which she replied quietly that it had bike shorts and it was as brave as she was going to get tonight. She admired my outfit so I took off my skirt and corset to show her that I was wearing a gaff and a sports bra with silicon falsies under my long sleeve bodysuit. She said she loved my outfit.
During this time, across the room several very good looking college age gurls were getting ready for a night at the club downstairs. Few of them could be mistaken for cis-female but they were gorgeous none the less, making me wish I had come out when I was in my twenties. The dance music from the club below was now pulsing through the floor, many of the gurls who had been trying out different outfits were settling with what they were going out in, excitement brewing.
Someone asked the room at large if anyone would please buckle the tiny leather straps of her heels. I obliged, getting down on my knees before this beauty, much more nervous than I thought I would have been. Thankfully she was engaged in conversation with others while I worked at her feet. The holes for the buckles were tiny and at first my hands were too shaky to do it. I had to breathe and relax with the first one, nervous the owner of the foot would feel my frayed nerves and feel awkward, but before I had finished I was enjoying the task and moving with some new found confidence.
A couple of the faces from the Dom/sub munch came into the room to visit with CD friends. Alice made the announcement that the Annex would be closing at 9:30, be sure to get all of your stuff out because the doors would be locked when the last one was out. Alice asked if I would be joining in the bondage club but alas, I needed to go back to my hotel an hour away and get a good night’s rest for work the next day. I told her it was very tempting and I would be back some day.
I had managed to spill a drink on my pants which had been rolled up on the floor so I had nothing to change into. Alice offered to have people walk me to my car in case I didn’t feel safe on the street but I was parked literally directly across from the cafe, so I waited for a lull in the traffic, got in my truck and drove off, still dressed. Once back at my hotel I parked and boldly walked up stairs to my room without coming face to face with anyone.
I have since made plans to go again, this time with my wife on some future Wednesday night.
To check out more info about this and other events at Wicked Grounds see them on line at WickedGrounds.com. The website asks for a name and email but you can navigate around it and find the faqs and the full calendar without registering. (Be sure to disable safe search, it may not show up in moderate content settings.)
If you are planning a trip to SF, check the calendar in advance, a couple of attendees were from other states and had included the event in their travel plans.
Enjoy!
Let me know if this sounds fun to you, or feel free to ask any questions.
Wicked Grounds is a kink café: “Coffee. Kink. Community – Wicked Grounds Kink Café and Boutique” at 289 8th Street, San Francisco, California. (Near the corner of 8th and Folsom)
Last Wednesday (Nov 20th) I went for the first time.
I first discovered the Café while on a business trip several years ago and was delighted to find a welcoming atmosphere for us ‘deviants’ who otherwise feel the need to hide our inner selves. The Café is next door and around the corner from kink friendly clubs and shops in the Folsom district of San Francisco, famous for the annual Folsom Street Fair. I had just purchased some fetish items from Mr. S leather and was looking for a place I could be open during the day, I was directed a block north. They have all of the typical coffee drinks, pastries and such in addition to some delicious and creative milkshakes, all prepared by a variety of staff of all identities and persuasions. The Café welcomes any mode of dress as long as genitals and feet are covered (food establishment) and has a full calendar of events including such things as the “Stampede Pony Munch”, “Bay Area Rope Club”, “Bring Your Human Animal Night”, “Kink 101”, “Intro to Rough Body Play: Punch-Drunk Love!”, and countless more.
The events had outgrown the Café years ago so an annex was opened, two doors down and up the stairs with more area, changing rooms and a rentable space. The Crossdressers Club is held one Wednesday in the middle of each month in the Wicked Annex from 7:00 to 9:30 after which participants are invited to go downstairs to Bondage-a-go-go (A Wednesday night BDSM-themed night club with a live dungeon and dance floor)
I got to the city an hour early and found a well-lit parking spot right across from the café. Since I was early I did some browsing in the nearby fetish shops, (Mr S and Leather etc.) where they are always very welcoming and let me try on anything I want, including helping me into a corset or a straitjacket. I’ve made many purchases over the years and although some items are available cheaper on-line, being able to try on different sizes and see how they work with other items I already own... I always make an effort to support their businesses.
I still had some time to get refreshments from the café before the annex opened at 7:00 so I went in dressed as mostly male. The café was hosting a “Pre-Bondage-a-go-go Munch”. A ‘munch’ is a meeting of sorts for people of a particular interest. Doms and subs were meeting to answer questions for newbies and to coordinate scene play to be held in the adjacent clubs later in the evening. I didn’t stay long because I’d already planned on going to the CD club upstairs.
Around 7:15 I walked out the front door and found several people who were dressed for the CD event, vaping nicotine and cannabis in an alcove. I was welcomed and partook with some new found friends before heading up the stairs to a large foyer. The door to the annex was open and I walked in with several other people in various degrees of dress. The room was larger than the café and could easily be reconfigured for many types of events. There were many chairs in an informal circle with people bunched up in different loose knit groups. I didn’t try to count but I’d say there were around 30 people at the peak.
A cis woman named Alice introduced herself, identifying as a main organizer of the event. She described herself as a somewhat masculine woman who loves the feminine in all, and really enjoys seeing men embrace their inner girliness. There was also a cis man who I believed to be a Dom who seemed to be a facilitator of sorts. I think his name was Jeff. He moved about the room, approaching anyone who seemed new or unsure of the scene. There were a few other cis women, (I’m making assumptions here) who seemed to be informal facilitators who were being helpful however they could while others seemed to be the female spouses of some of the gurls, there for a night out with their partners in drag.
There were gurls, (my word here for CDs or trans people) of all kinds and ages in all sorts of outfits including evening gowns, typical club wear, PVC, Latex, leather, some in normal but cross street clothes. Some could pass, and as I said, I was assuming some were cis women but in actuality I guess didn’t really know for sure one way or the other. I was not the only gurl with facial hair. Some were changing their outfits right out in the open, trying on and exchanging different items. I wasn’t quite ready for that so I went into the back room and changed my top and into a skirt.
I wore the outfit in my avatar but with a long-sleeve mesh bodysuit underneath. I was very fetishy but not extreme in any way for this crowd. It was the first time I had gotten dressed in-femme with other people in the room but I felt completely comfortable. Some gurls had full makeup kits with lighted mirrors and curling irons while others just threw on a dress or a blouse and skirt.
When I went back to the main room I sat back in the circle and just took it in for a while, watching the interactions and admiring the view. I didn’t ask but it didn’t seem like a problem to anyone to stare or admire whoever or whatever I found interesting. I gave out several compliments and recieved many in return.
A 20s something obvious cis-male walked in dressed in normal male street clothes, looking very apprehensive and shy. Alice noticed immediately and welcomed him in. He spotted me, gave me a nervous nod and looked me up and down with a quick smile. I’d think that seeing my beard made him more comfortable about not having a very passing appearance. Jeff casually gravitated toward him and engaged in conversation, skillfully getting the turtle to come out of the shell a bit. He finally identified herself as ‘she’ named “Flo”. She said it was her first time out to such an event. Flo’s apprehension did not disappear but it definitely came down several notches through the evening, she eventually took off her shirt to revel a spandex top. I have a thing for bodysuits and athletic wear so I asked her if it was a leotard, to which she replied quietly that it had bike shorts and it was as brave as she was going to get tonight. She admired my outfit so I took off my skirt and corset to show her that I was wearing a gaff and a sports bra with silicon falsies under my long sleeve bodysuit. She said she loved my outfit.
During this time, across the room several very good looking college age gurls were getting ready for a night at the club downstairs. Few of them could be mistaken for cis-female but they were gorgeous none the less, making me wish I had come out when I was in my twenties. The dance music from the club below was now pulsing through the floor, many of the gurls who had been trying out different outfits were settling with what they were going out in, excitement brewing.
Someone asked the room at large if anyone would please buckle the tiny leather straps of her heels. I obliged, getting down on my knees before this beauty, much more nervous than I thought I would have been. Thankfully she was engaged in conversation with others while I worked at her feet. The holes for the buckles were tiny and at first my hands were too shaky to do it. I had to breathe and relax with the first one, nervous the owner of the foot would feel my frayed nerves and feel awkward, but before I had finished I was enjoying the task and moving with some new found confidence.
A couple of the faces from the Dom/sub munch came into the room to visit with CD friends. Alice made the announcement that the Annex would be closing at 9:30, be sure to get all of your stuff out because the doors would be locked when the last one was out. Alice asked if I would be joining in the bondage club but alas, I needed to go back to my hotel an hour away and get a good night’s rest for work the next day. I told her it was very tempting and I would be back some day.
I had managed to spill a drink on my pants which had been rolled up on the floor so I had nothing to change into. Alice offered to have people walk me to my car in case I didn’t feel safe on the street but I was parked literally directly across from the cafe, so I waited for a lull in the traffic, got in my truck and drove off, still dressed. Once back at my hotel I parked and boldly walked up stairs to my room without coming face to face with anyone.
I have since made plans to go again, this time with my wife on some future Wednesday night.
To check out more info about this and other events at Wicked Grounds see them on line at WickedGrounds.com. The website asks for a name and email but you can navigate around it and find the faqs and the full calendar without registering. (Be sure to disable safe search, it may not show up in moderate content settings.)
If you are planning a trip to SF, check the calendar in advance, a couple of attendees were from other states and had included the event in their travel plans.
Enjoy!
Let me know if this sounds fun to you, or feel free to ask any questions.
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