suite of my 'tourist' photos....

While surfing the internet I came across the web-home of Isabelle who is running the home page for the Travesties de Québec one of the rare french speaking TG sites. According to my plans I was to go to Québec anyway and I contacted Isabelle and another girl on their page, Lisa. We agreed rapidly that we would meet. This story is also available in french as Isabelle has put it on her site, please click here to read her version: rencontre à Québec - le compte rendu de cette histoire est également içi en français comme Isabelle l'a mit sur son site, cliquez içi: rencontre à Québec

The morning after my arrival in Québec I met Isabelle in my room (we had organised to be in the same hotel). We had a nice talk and exchanged tips and tricks. Later Isabelle went to her room to give Lisa the opportunity to get changed (she could not leave her house 'en femme'). I joined them somewhat later and we had some fun talking.

Both the girls were from the region and did not want to go out dressed downtown but where nice enough wanting to show me the town (this was my first time in Québec city). They changed back to male-mode and off we went. We went to a shop which is run by a TV artist who does shows too. Then we hit the tourist region. We took some photos in front of the "Porte St. Jean"

and again the miracle happened. People around us, but nobody realising what (for me) exciting thing was going on!

The the castle overlooking the Saint Laurent, it was as with the Eiffel tower hundreds of people, and if somebody looked at me somewhat longer, then it was on my legs *blush*:

By now we all were thursty and had a glass in a café. Lisa had to leave us then and brought us back to our hotel. I relaxed a bit and gave a rest to my feet. I changed to my outfit with the long skirt and a little bit later Isabelle (still as male) took me to a local shopping mall. I think we must have spent an hour and we visited all levels of this mall. After stopping in a convenience shop (un dépanneur) and buying some things we went to a restaurant close by the hotel. For the whole time I did not have the impression somebody had "read" me, and that how it was in the restaurant. The girl serving our table didn't stop calling me Madame but no suspicious looks, even though I had to talk to order my meal and wine!

The next morning Isabelle dressed up again and Lisa (only in male-mode) joined us to take some more photos.

We could even convince Isabelle to take a photo outside the motel.

The next day I re-visited the town, alone in male-mode and I had to smile a lot when remembering the previous visit.

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