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Cockatoo


Nikkie Silk


It’s a cliché, isn’t it? Man comes home early and finds his wife in bed
with someone else. Only slightly less of a cliché in my case, as the
‘someone else’ was my wife’s closest girlfriend - closest in every sense
of the word.


It was a quick divorce; no k**s, only a rented flat, so the only
squabbles were about books and cds. In the end I told her to keep the
lot. I wanted to make it a clean break. I managed to fit all I owned
into the boot of my small car. I was 28 years old, fit, healthy and with
a good but frankly boring job in a software company just outside
Cambridge in the UK’s version of Silicon Valley. My parents had both
passed away some years earlier so I had no ties in the UK anymore.


It was time for a change.


As it happened the firm had just won a contract with a global
pharmaceutical company to become their principal software partner. The
Pharma company had built a new production facility in Bangkok and needed
a software developer to go out there for six months to sort out the
programming mess their previous partner had made. I was totally bored
with my life in the UK and it seemed too good an opportunity to miss. I
thought I was well qualified to take on the role so I talked to my boss
who put me forward, and to my total surprise I was asked to go.


Having heard I was going to Bangkok my male friends congratulated me and
told me that I was a lucky dog, and that it was surely the place to get
over the divorce. One older guy said to me quietly that if I couldn’t
be good, than I should at least be careful out there. I smiled as it’s
an old and fairly lame joke, after all. He said that he was serious and
that I should be careful. I asked him what he meant. He said with a
wistful look on his face, remember not all the girls there are what they
seem. A beautiful looking girl in Bangkok might come with something
extra, he said. Look at the size of their hands he warned, probably the
only thing a ladyboy can’t change. I had heard about ladyboys of course,
but I had no intentions of getting involved with them and told him so.
He smiled and said, never say never. Now curious, I asked him ‘Have you
ever, you know...’ He winked, said Good luck, it’s a fabulous city and
moved off.


It took me only a few days to clear up things in the UK, and a week
later I was landing at Suvarnabhumi airport. Look, if you haven’t been
to Bangkok, let me tell you it is a complete assault on the senses. I
had never seen, felt or smelt anything like it. The people, heat,
colours, food, smells and sights of this city are just extraordinary;
especially for a guy who’s most daring trip had been to Majorca. It is
also, of course, the world’s biggest traffic jam. Traffic in the city is
impossible, but the new Skytrain system has at least made a small
difference. The company had booked an apartment for me in a building
close to Taksin Bridge on the Chao Praya River. I even had a small view
of the river from the apartment’s balcony if I leant out far enough.
The Chao Praya is the pulsating main artery of Bangkok and it’s
generally the easiest and most entertaining way to get about in Bangkok.
The water buses vie for space with each other as well as the very fast
long tail boats that race up and down the river. Throw in the hotel
boats, the huge barges, restaurant boats and other craft and it makes
for a very exciting ride on the river. Luckily, the office where I was
to work was only a short river bus ride to the Saphan Taksin Skytrain
station and then a few stops into Bangkok.


The job itself was complex but once I got it broken down into separate
tasks it wasn’t too difficult. To begin with it took long hours to do
the analysis and planning. It had been left in a horrible mess, but
gradually a plan emerged. This was quickly approved and I could begin
the development phase. People in the client’s office were wary of me at
first but once they could see I was making progress, they became
friendlier. I was taken out a few times to dinner in some wonderful
restaurants that I am sure tourists would not have found. I grew to love
Thai food and I basically ate out most of the time. Being a kitchen
salesman in Bangkok must be like selling sand to the Saudis, as most
Thais seem to eat out on the street more often than not. Once my project
had been approved and development work began I had some more free time
to explore the city. It’s a beautiful and energetic city and the Thai
people are generally friendly and welcoming.


All was going well at work and I had begun to feel more at ease with
Bangkok and Thai culture. Then, out of the blue, I received an email
from a friend from back home who was going to be passing through Bangkok
on his way to his brother’s wedding in Phuket. His flights meant he had
a one night stop-over in Bangkok and he asked if he if he could stay
with me for a night instead of shelling out for a hotel. The apartment
had two bedrooms so I agreed and looked forward to some company and
gossip from back home.

It was good to see a friendly face and it allowed me to catch up. It
seems my ex had moved in with her girlfriend but it had ended badly and
they had split up. She now claimed she had just been experimenting and
was telling everyone it had all been a mistake and she should never have
let me go. Robbie asked if there was any chance of reconciliation. Same
as a snowball’s chance in hell, I replied. He laughed and said she had
asked him to sound me out, and that he hoped I hadn’t minded him asking.
I told him I didn’t mind in the slightest; the ashes of that fire were
stone cold.


He had brought a bottle of good Scotch as a present and after we had
polished off most of that he said he wanted to explore Bangkok’s
red-light areas. So, already a bit loaded, the two of us went on a tour
of what Bangkok at night has to offer. It’s said that per capita the sex
industry in Thailand is smaller than that of Taiwan or the Philippines.
It is, however, pretty much in your face. Patpong, Soi Cowboy and Nana
Plaza between them offer pretty much every sexual service you have heard
of, a few you probably haven’t and some you wouldn’t even want to think
about. I had been taken on an ‘orientation tour’ by a western colleague
early on and I had seen things there that would send a good Catholic boy
straight to hell. Luckily, I’m a lapsed Catholic; but as they say, once
a Catholic, always a Catholic.


We managed to do the rounds of go-go bars, getting even more loaded as
we went. We even found an Irish bar and played some pool with the girls
there. I fancied myself as a pool player but got shot down in flames by
a tiny Thai girl. It certainly didn’t help my concentration when she
bent over in front of me to play a shot. Or when I was taking a shot
that she leant on the other side of the table where I could get a face
full of her ample breasts in a very tight t-shirt.


I had seen some of this before but even so there were some things that
were new to me. We were pretty trashed towards the end of the evening
when Robbie suddenly said he couldn’t leave Bangkok without seeing some
Ladyboys. kathoeys, I told him, that’s what they are called here. Don’t
care what they’re called, he slurred, let’s go see some. We were in Soi
Cowboy by this time and I knew there would be a kathoey bar somewhere
there. Eventually we found our way to a small bar called Cockatoo; I
guess I was too drunk to get the double meaning of the name that night.


Outside there were a couple of girls trying to get people to go inside.
Well, they did look like girls, very pretty and dressed as any bar girl
would be – in other words, in very little. We hesitated outside, both of
us, I think, a little nervous about going in. In the end, Robbie pushed
me and I almost fell into the bar. It was small and loud inside with the
usual disco ball lighting. There was a small dance stage along the
middle with seats and small tables along each side. On the stage were a
number of girls dancing and a few guys sat to each side of the stage
watching. Even in my slightly intoxicated state I did realise they
weren’t really girls, but some of them I would defy anyone to tell that
they weren’t genuine girls.


The Mamasan came over and found us seats on one side of the stage and we
ordered beers. From where we sat we were only a few feet away from the
dancers. Some were dressed in very tight hot pants and crop tops and
some in bikinis. There were some with a bulge where you might expect but
others looked so smooth down there I swear they had to be real girls.
Robbie nudged me and grinned, and before I could stop him he had waved
two of the girls across to sit with us. The two stepped down from the
stage and sat next to us. I had to scoot up a bit to make room for the
one next to me and she smiled and asked me what my name was in pretty
good English. I told her James, and she said her name was Pao. She said
James a few times to get her tongue around it and asked if I would buy
her a drink and I waved the Mamasan across to order a ladydrink for the
two girls. Pao cuddled up close and immediately put her hand on my
thigh. She giggled and said I was a handsome man. She was wearing a
bikini with the top just big enough to cover her small breasts. The
bottom part was fairly skimpy and nothing seemed out of place there. She
had brown hair falling down over her shoulders with lovely hazel eyes
and I thought she was really very pretty. Robbie by this time was
heavily involved with his girl and they were laughing and I could see
she had her hand in his crotch under the table and he was grinning like
a fool. I turned back to Pao.


Maybe it was that I had far too much to drink already or maybe it was
some time since I had been so physically close to someone but the
warmth from her body pressing tight to mine and the touch of her hand
on my thigh made me instinctively react. I felt my cock start to harden
in my trousers. Pao felt me move slightly as my cock stiffened and her
hand slid to my groin and she started to rub my cock beneath the table.
I squirmed slightly as her hand began to rub harder and she said ‘You
like, James?’ I nodded and she giggled again, wriggled even closer to
me and then she moved my hand under the table into her crotch. I was so
startled that it took me a few seconds to fully realise that she had
put my hand on what was obviously a small cock. She had eased down her
bikini bottom and she pushed my hand around her small but firmly erect
cock. It was warm and soft and twitched gently in my fingers. Now
here’s the thing, I had never thought of myself as gay, yet here I was
with my hand for the first time on someone else’s cock, and yet I still
had a raging erection. What was I doing? This was getting all too weird
for me. I was getting pretty turned on at that moment and I had to
summon all my mental strength to move my hand away from her cock. Pao
said, ‘You no like, James?’ I shook my head, ‘No, I mean I don’t know,
maybe, oh shit, I don’t know.’ My head was buzzing by this time, and I
was now so confused by what I was feeling. Pao was still rubbing my
cock really energetically and I was very hard by now and squirming
around. She leant in close and said ‘We can go short time if you like,
James?’


Now this was where it just got too much for me and I stood up and ran
out of the bar. Robbie came out after me a few minutes later and asked
what was wrong. ‘I’m shit faced, feel sick, too much drink, going to
throw up’ was all I could muster. He said he was going back in because
he was enjoying himself and so I grabbed a tuk-tuk back to my flat, my
mind still racing with what had happened.


Robbie made it back to the flat with just enough time to grab his gear
and head out for his flight to Phuket. I didn’t get to ask him about
what he had got up to but he looked a bit bashful and I could only
wonder what had gone on back at the bar.


I had never thought of myself as anything but 100% heterosexual but I
kept thinking about that night. How had I managed to get so aroused by
Pao and above all how I had felt when I touched her cock. To be honest,
my sex life up to that point had been pretty banal. I had always been
what you might call pure vanilla in my tastes. I realised that could
have been why my wife had been ‘experimenting’ with her best mate. I had
a fairly sheltered upbringing; we lived in a small village in
Leicestershire and I had been sent to private school, all single sex
needless to say. Even university didn’t bring a rebellious phase and I
spent most of my time buried in books or computers. I didn’t have many
girlfriends and my first serious one led to my marriage. In the sexual
adventure stakes, I was a wash out.


I decided to fall back on most guys’ default excuse and blame the
alcohol for getting me thoroughly mixed up. Within a few days I told
myself to stop thinking about it and settle back down to work again.

It’s not unusual to come across kathoeys in Bangkok. The Thais generally
are a very tolerant people and their religion is, shall we say, flexible
about their attitudes towards sex. It is generally accepted there that
kathoeys are a third gender in Thai culture. Many but by no means all
work in the sex trade. Anyway, after that night at Cockatoo I couldn’t
stop seeing kathoeys everywhere. It’s the effect that occurs when you
become really aware of something you pay more attention to it than you
normally would. I even found out there were a couple working in the
company office. I had been totally unaware and to be honest they were
both lovely to work with.


When I knew what to look for, Adam’s apples or big hands or whatever, I
became more and more aware of their presence. I admit I had become more
curious, having had the experience in Cockatoo, but I didn’t have the
courage to go back by myself.


After three month’s hectic work, I fancied a break and a few days away
on the beach somewhere. I asked around and somebody suggested an island
called Koh Samui in the Gulf of Thailand. It was only a couple of hours
by air from Bangkok and sounded like it was just what I needed. I
mentioned that I was going there in an email to a friend back in
England. He emailed back to say that one of our university friends,
Alex, whom I had lost touch with a while back, was living out there. I
remember he had gone to Thailand after university on a gap year and had
never come back. My friend thought Alex was running a hotel or something
out there. He had an email address and suggested I see if he was still
there.


God, Alex’s name brought back some memories – mostly good. He had been a
bit of a wild c***d at University; but unlike me he didn’t have to work
too hard to get his degree. I had managed a 2:1 with a lot of hard work
and sweat whilst he got a First, almost it seemed, without trying. He
had been ridiculously good looking and he partied hard, always with a
few girls hanging around at any one time which made me quite jealous of
him. He had an easy charm that seemed to attract everyone. We had shared
a student house for a year and whilst we didn’t seem to be exactly close
he was always friendly. I was struggling with my work at the time and
never seemed to find the time to accept any of his invites for drinks or
parties. I suspect he thought I was a bit too uptight for his liking and
I always felt he was inviting me just because we shared the house. The
only time we got close was at his drink sodden leaving do before he went
to Thailand. He told me that he had enjoyed the time we had known each
other and that he hoped I would not forget him. He gave me a big hug and
I promised him, of course, that I would look him up if our paths crossed
again. He mumbled something about regrets and missed chances but I think
were both too drunk to make much sense that night. After that, he went
to Thailand and disappeared.


It was touch and go as to whether I wanted to make contact. On one hand
it would be good to catch up and on the other; did I want to look
backwards? After all, I had come to Thailand to make a fresh start.
However, I did remember my promise to look him up if our paths crossed
and I do think a promise is a promise. So my curiosity and politeness
won and I dashed off an email, half expecting not to get a reply. Next
day I got an email back with a phone number and a request to call before
I left for Samui. In the end I called him the night before I flew out.
The line was pretty poor but we eventually understood each other and he
enthusiastically told me to get in touch when I had checked in to my
hotel. He told me it wasn’t a hotel, but a bar in Lamai Beach. I agreed
to give him a call when I arrived.


It was only on the flight to Samui that I realised how tired I was.
Weeks of working long hours had taken their toll on me, and I felt I
really needed the chance to unwind and get some rest and relaxation. I
arrived on a late flight from Bangkok so I could maximise the time I
spent on the island. It was nearly midnight when I arrived at the hotel
after the taxi ride from hell that is typical of Thailand. It was late
so I wondered about ringing Alex but he had told me not to worry, just
to call as soon as I checked in. When I got to my room I called the
number and sure enough Alex answered after a few rings. There was a lot
of music in the background and he had to shout to make himself heard.
We finally agreed that I would come on over to the bar the next evening.
He told me it was called Koh Samui Blue, and that just tell the taxi
driver the name and he would know it. Had I done the right thing? Too
late tonight to worry; I crashed out and slept like a log.


Samui is a beautiful island and the hotel I had booked was in a perfect
position. A small boutique style hotel, it lay right on a beautiful
tropical beach fringed with palm trees. It was just stunning and I idled
my first day away, lounging in the sun with an unread paperback on the
table beside me. I mixed up the sun bathing with frequent dips in the
pool and a couple of trips to swim in the sea. Lunch passed with a
couple of Singha beers and in mid afternoon I decided to call it a day.
An hour or so of sleep left me feeling refreshed and relaxed. It’s crazy
just how quickly you can unwind if you are in the right place. I
wondered again if I was doing the right thing by meeting up with Alex
but I was curious about what kind of bar he ran. I guess I had an image
of some dingy side street dive in my mind. It was really too late to
pull out now and if it was too bad I could always make my excuses and
leave.


As agreed I headed out about seven o’clock. Alex had said that things
didn’t get going until later but we could get some food and reconnect.
As he had said the taxi driver knew the name straight away and we headed
off to Lamai Beach. It’s basically a long strip with bars, massage shops
and restaurants lined up on both sides of the road with the beach behind
one side. There wasn’t much life around as we cruised down the strip.
About half way down there was a small square and right opposite was a
newish looking two story building with a darkened plate glass window
running almost the full width of the building and a large neon sign ‘Koh
Samui Blue’ over the window.


Well, so far so good I thought, not too shabby at all. The taxi dropped
me off and I walked over to the bar. The humidity was high outside but
as I pushed the door open the interior was wonderfully cool from the air
conditioning. The door opened into a long bar area that seemed to take
up the whole of the ground floor. The room was decorated in a modern
style with abstract art on the walls and some more traditional Thai
looking sculptures in recessed shelves lit very tastefully from behind.
There were lots of sofas around to form seating areas and it seemed to
be a very relaxed and chilled atmosphere. Some Oscar Peterson, one of my
favourites, was playing in the background and there looked to be a stage
area at one end for what could be live music I guessed. There were some
early drinkers seated on the sofa areas and at the bar itself which ran
for most of the length of the room. I was relieved to see it was a much
better place than I had feared.


I stood there not sure what to do. At that moment a very pretty Thai
girl emerged from the back of the bar and with both hands together in a
Wai, bowed and greeted me with Sawasdee Ka. Saswadee Krab, I replied and
returned the Wai as I had been taught to do since arriving in Thailand.
She smiled and asked in very good English if I were here to meet Alex. I
smiled because she had pegged me as English straightaway. I said yes, my
name’s James.


Please follow me she said and led me to the back of the back of the bar
and through a door behind the bar area. There was a bank of closed
circuit TVs showing the bar and some other rooms. I guessed she had
watched me enter and then came out to greet me. She was wearing a
beautiful long dark blue silk dress in traditional Thai style and she
moved with the grace and poise of someone who had been taught how to
walk properly. She led me along a corridor and knocked at a door. Come
in I heard from inside and she opened the door and allowed me to enter
first.


I walked through the door and standing up from behind a desk and smiling
broadly was a tall, very attractive blonde woman.


I must have looked very confused and said, ‘I’m so sorry, I thought Alex
was in here, I’m here to meet him.’


‘James, it’s me, Alex,’ she had stopped a few feet from me and held out
her arms. ‘It’s really great to see you here.’


‘No, I mean, Alex, Alex Hassall, is he here?’ I was beginning to feel a
complete fool as obviously there had been a huge mistake here.


‘James, it really is me, Alex Hassall, Class of ’09, we shared a house
on the Grimthorpe Road, remember?’

‘No, no, it can’t be. But you’re a woman. It’s not possible.’ I began to
think I was hallucinating. Was I ill?


‘James, come and sit down, you look a little pale.’ She moved forwards
and took my arm and moved me to a chair and I sat down with a bump. My
head was reeling and I felt as if I was going to faint. I must be ill.

‘Do you want some water? Or something stronger, maybe?’ She squatted
down next to me and I could look straight into her eyes. It was then
that I suddenly noticed something oddly familiar.


‘You’ve got Alex’s eye. Oh my God, it is you,’ I squawked. Alex’s eyes
were hazel but in his right one there had always been a small dark brown
quadrant in the cornea. It was genetic and only noticeable if you looked
directly into the eye.


‘I mean, you have the same thing in your eye as Alex,’ I was babbling
now.


‘James, that would be entirely, natural, I think, as it is me.’ She
smiled even more broadly.


‘How? I mean what’s happened? How is this possible?’


She pulled her long blonde hair back from her face and it was then that
the penny dropped. Everyone had said that Alex was good looking back at
Uni and many of the girls had even said he looked quite pretty. As she
held her hair back I could see that it was Alex’s face looking back at
me.


‘Oh my God,’ I couldn’t think of anything more original to say, ‘It is
you.’

She smiled and stood up, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. ‘Come on
James, give me a hug.’


She pulled me into a hug and instinctively I hugged her back. She was
about my height but I think she was wearing heels as I remembered Alex
being shorter than me.


‘That’s better,’ she released the hug but held onto my arms as she stood
back and looked me up and down. ’Damn, it’s good to see you, James.
You’re looking really well. I have a million questions to ask you. Come
on let’s have a drink and you can tell me what you’ve been up to.’


‘You’ve got questions? Don’t you think I’ve got few?’ I was beginning to
get my senses back now.


‘Oh, OK, but first of all let me introduce you to Areeya, she’s my
business partner and soul mate.‘


I turned round and the Thai girl who had brought me through from the bar
was still standing there.


‘Areeya, meet James, James, meet Areeya.’ Alex’s eyes sparkled as she
made the introductions.


Areeya made a wai to me and remembering my Thai manners I did so in
return.


‘It’s delightful to meet you, James. Any friend of Alex is very welcome
here.’ she spoke softly and with a very good English accent.


‘I’m really pleased to meet you too, Areeya.’ I replied. Her hair was
swept back in Thai fashion and this emphasised the beauty of her face.
She really was stunningly pretty.


‘Alex, if you don’t mind I have a few things to attend to before we get
busy tonight, so can I leave you and James to catch up and I’ll join you
later if I may?’


‘Of course, Areeya. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to do.’
She turned and walked out the door.


Alex saw me looking,’ Yep. She’s gorgeous isn’t she? Went to the
American University in Bangkok graduated with an MBA. She’s bright as
well as beautiful. But let me tell you all over dinner. I promise I will
answer your questions but what brings you to Samui? How long have you
been over here? This was the Alex I remembered, a million questions a
minute.


Alex led me through a second door into a small room beautifully
decorated in Thai style.


‘You like Thai food?’ she asked.


I nodded, ‘I love it since I’ve been here’


I could smell the unmistakeable aroma of Thai cooking. ‘That smells
good’ I said. The aroma of garlic, onion, fish sauce and lemon grass is
a wonder to behold.


‘We have a restaurant at the back facing the sea and the kitchen is just
out the side here. This is our private lounge. Let’s get you a drink.
Alex must have signalled somehow because the door opened and a small
pretty Thai girl entered and Alex asked me what I wanted.


‘I think I need a stiff Scotch.’ Alex laughed.


‘Is Laphraoig OK? I assume you didn’t mean Thai whisky.’


‘Manee that will be a large Laphraoig for our guest and a fruit juice
for me please.’


I tried not to stare but I couldn’t drag my eyes from Alex. Her blonde
hair hung down onto and over her shoulders and framed her face
beautifully. Her skin was flawless, slightly tanned and her eyes just
shone in the shaded light in the room. Her long nails were painted a
shade of pink to match her lipstick. She was wearing a beautiful red
print silk dress with a vee neck plunging almost to her navel. I still
could not fully believe it; the woman in front of me was gorgeous. As I
studied her I could begin to see little bits of the old Alex showing
through, like the way she held her head slightly to one side and looked
sideways at you.


She smiled and asked, ‘Well, what do you think?’


‘Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.’


‘Hey, don’t worry; I would too in your place. But, honestly, how do I
look?’


I took a second and said, ‘Well, firstly, I am still in complete shock
but would you be upset if I said you look beautiful?’


She giggled, ‘James, no, I never mind anyone telling me that, even if
they are in shock.’


Why didn’t you tell me, Alex? On the phone? You gave me the shock of my
life.’


She smiled, ‘Honestly, I’m sorry for the surprise but look, would you
have ever come if I had told you that your old Uni mate was now living
as a woman?’


‘No, I guess not, to be honest. I still can’t quite believe it. What
happened? I knew you came to Thailand on a gap year but then you dropped
out of sight.’


The drinks arrived and we paused while they were served. There were two
couches in the room and a low table. Alex invited me to sit down on one
and she sat on the other crossing her legs and giving me a lovely
glimpse of thigh.


‘Kap kun ka, Manee, Thank you,’ Alex said to the girl.


‘OK, James, I’ll tell you my tale quickly, and then I’ll answer your
questions. Is that OK?’


I nodded. She sipped her juice and went on, ‘It’s pretty simple, really.
I had always wanted to explore Thailand and I did the whole place,
backpacking all the way. Thailand is really several different countries
rolled into one. The North is very different from the South and Bangkok,
is well, Bangkok. I loved it all and soon I could speak enough Thai to
get by.’


She paused and took a sip of her juice.


‘After about six months I pitched up in Bangkok and did the usual
tourist red light stuff. Frankly, it was pretty awful until one night in
Nana Plaza I dropped into one of the bars there and met some of the
kathoeys there. You know what I mean, kathoey?’


‘Yes, I know what you mean.’


‘Well, to cut a long story short, whatever it was I became attracted to
them.’ She paused and frowned slightly, ‘Not in the usual way but I
became fascinated by the transformation they underwent and how they
managed to change from boys to girls, or something in between. I got to
know a few of them and as I didn’t want them for sex and once they
realised I wasn’t a threat, they tolerated me as a hanger on, I guess.
Anyway, one night a couple of the girls, sensing something in me that I
probably didn’t realise myself, said that I could be really pretty if I
wanted to be. Looking back I may have been a bit high that night. She
paused and asked ‘Are you sure, you want the full story?’


I nodded; I was now hooked into this unfolding story. I wanted to hear
this right through to the end.

‘OK, here’s where it gets a bit freaky.’ Alex took a sip of the juice
and ploughed on, ‘As I said, I may have been high that night and I said
yes. I guess the girls that night were bored or maybe they were just
keen to tease a farang. Anyway, they stripped me, bathed and shaved me.
My hair was pretty long by this time so they sat me down, styled my hair
and made my face up. They wouldn’t let me see what they were doing so I
just had to sit there while they did it. The girls at Uni sometimes
called me a pretty boy if you remember.’


‘I remember,’ I said softly.


We paused as Manee returned to the room with fresh drinks.


Alex at this point seemed to be off in a different world and her eyes
looked to be focused on something far, far away.


‘After they had finished playing with me as their little doll, they made
me put on a bra and knickers, she snorted, ‘made me?’ No I think I was
pretty willing at this point. I was always pretty slight in build but
six or so months back packing my weight had dropped even further. They
found a dress that seemed to fit me and I put that on too. They were
giggling like crazy all this time, but when they had finished I saw
their faces change. They seemed to be surprised at what they saw. They
became very excited and were high fiving each other and talking in Thai
far too fast for me to follow. At this point one of them uncovered a
full length mirror they had in the room and finally let me see. I fully
expected to see a guy in drag looking back at me. To tell you the truth
I didn’t recognise myself in the mirror at all. No. I didn’t look like a
model but I didn’t look rubbish. I looked just like an averagely pretty
girl. The girls were so happy and excited. They dragged in the other bar
girls to see and they were all giggling and laughing but not at me in a
bad way. They were really surprised and pleased with what they had done.
Well, that night was the first night I spent with the kathoeys and I got
introduced to a whole new way of life.’


She took another sip and did that sideways look that Alex always had.
‘Is this too much for you?’


‘No’ no, it’s fine, don’t stop.’ Truth be told, I was desperate to hear
the rest of the story.


‘That night was an epiphany for me; I’d had gay experiences over the
years, at school and Uni so I wasn’t totally naive about giving and
taking a cock’


I was surprised about the gay thing as he had always had girls hanging
around but looking back maybe he had gone both ways. The bluntness
shocked me but I would be damned if I wanted her to stop telling her
story.


‘This was different, though, wearing the girls’ clothes and getting
fucked by the kathoeys and fucking and sucking them back was so
liberating. I felt that somehow I had found myself at long last.’


Right now I was in thrall to Alex’s story. In fact, I had to move a
little in the chair as my trousers started to feel tight. Alex seemed
not to notice and kept going almost as if I wasn’t there. I got the
feeling this story was now aimed as much at her as it was at me.


‘I began to spend more and more time with the girls and they basically
taught me how to be a kathoey. They coached me in how to walk and move
and behave as they did. The sex was awesome; I couldn’t get enough of
it. The Mamasan at the bar was not so happy at all this and was getting
very uptight about the amount of time the girls spent with me. I was
also running short of money at this time, but I was now hooked into the
life. I don’t think I could have given it up at that time even if I had
wanted to. I had gotten myself clean of other d**gs but this was now my
d**g, I just couldn’t leave it alone. Then one night the girls said to
me that they ask the Mamasan if I could work in the bar with them. She
thought it was crazy because all the farangs wanted Thai girls. Anyway
the girls persisted and eventually, the Mamasan agreed to give it a go.’


Another round of drinks arrived and some snacks also appeared.


‘The first night I was scared rigid, but the girls were very supportive
and although the westerners didn’t seem to be interested in the blonde
kathoey, a party of Japanese men came in and possibly because of the
blonde hair one of them took me for a short time. The bar had rooms at
the back where after the customer had paid a bar fine for the girl we
could conduct our business. I didn’t speak any Japanese and he didn’t
speak English but it’s incredible what you can do with sign language. I
think I did alright that first time because he gave me a pretty good tip
and he came back again the next night. It was pretty easy really; most
of the clients wanted me to suck them off which usually didn’t take long
or to fuck me which did take a bit more getting used to. Some wanted me
to fuck them and I even had few couples which was my favourite; I like
giving and receiving.’


She smiled wickedly at this and my trousers needed adjustment again.


‘I found that not only the Japanese but Thai men also wanted to come in
to see the blonde kathoey. It got a bit dodgy once or twice but the bar
sorted out most of the bad customers and once all the bar girls chased a
guy out into the street who tried to get too rough with me.’


I really felt Alex was now in a world of her own. I wondered if she had
ever told this story to anyone else before. I dare not interrupt but
another adjustment of my trousers became necessary.


‘This went on for about six months and I was now living full time as a
kathoey. I had left my old life way behind. I had burned all my old
clothes and deliberately dropped out and was now fully committed to the
life I had chosen. I had developed a real reputation as the blonde
farang kathoey and life seemed OK. Then, one day the Mamasan said a
farang lawyer had come looking for me. How this guy tracked me down I
don’t know because I thought I had dropped well below the radar. But
find me he did. I thought it was something about overstaying my visa.
It, however, turned out that an Auntie of mine had died and as her sole
heir I had inherited a fairly large estate. It wasn’t millions but
pretty substantial. I took the chance to leave the bar life behind and
set myself up as an escort instead. Same fucking and sucking but better
pay and conditions. I could afford to get out completely, but I just
loved what I was doing, is that a bad thing?’


She paused and seemed to notice me for the first time in a long while.


‘Not boring you am I?’ she said quite coyly.


‘No. No, it’s interesting,’ I could have kicked myself; interesting?
What idiot says that? An English idiot, that’s who. It certainly wasn’t
boring that’s for sure.


She smiled at something to herself and went on,’ by this time I was
living full time as a woman and passable. I had always been quite small
and slight, and had begun to take hormones so my voice and body hair
growth was not a problem. In Bangkok it’s easy to get a boob job and
they are also very good at cosmetic surgery to get rid of certain male
characteristics. I could afford the best so I had my boobs done, my
Adam’s apple sc****d and few other bits and pieces done to enhance my
natural charms. I didn’t go the whole hog though, and held onto my cock.
I am very fond of that.’


Strangely I was very pleased to hear that. Another adjustment of the
trousers was needed.


‘After about another six months I was now happily living full time as a
woman and getting good money from my escort work. I decided to have a
break and rented a villa here on Samui for three months. I have to admit
I was drawn to have a look at the local bar scene here, from a
professional point of view, of course. It was pretty bad, just the usual
dive bars you would find anywhere. I had an idea, why not set something
up a lot classier than what was already here? The idea for Koh Samui
Blue was born. I started to look around and got in touch with Real
Estate agents to see what was on offer.’


Another round of drinks arrived and I was beginning to feel a bit light
headed.


‘Alex was still talking, ‘That’s when I met Areeya. She was working in
her father’s Real Estate agency and we hit it off straightaway. I don’t
know why but we just enjoyed each other’s company. It went from a purely
business relationship to a personal one very quickly. She knew what I
was; it’s hardest to fool other women. Men don’t know what to look for
and generally they only look at tits and arses anyway. Present company
excepted, of course.’


I blushed because she had caught me looking straight at her breasts at
that moment.


‘She knew what I was and it didn’t matter. I was so nervous at first but
she is such a lovely girl that she made things so easy. She is
incredibly clever, funny and dynamite in bed. Between the two of us we
have everything that we need to keep us happy together in bed.’


Another trouser adjustment was necessary. This time Alex noticed and
said, ‘James, you OK?’


I nodded, ‘No it’s OK, please go on,’ and I swear she smirked and sat up
straighter in her chair, giving me another good view of her breasts. She
did that thing women do by running their fingers through their hair. It
gets me every time.


She went on. ‘We talked about my idea and we quickly came up with a
business plan for the bar and restaurant. In Thailand, non foreigners
are not allowed to buy land on their own so the obvious thing was for us
to go into partnership. It’s easy as long as you trust each other and
have a good lawyer. That’s assuming there is such a thing as a good
lawyer. Anyway, I had the seed money, together with a bank loan that
Areeya’s business plan allowed us to get. We paid off everyone who we
needed to, and that’s a lot over here.’


She narrowed her eyes as she said this remembering some bad times, I
think.


‘So we built the bar first, and quickly expanded to build the restaurant
to go with it. We wanted to keep the bar and restaurant pretty classy
which we have but we did add another bar down the street which is more,
shall we say, in the style of my old career. We can go have a look in
there later if you would like.’


As she said this she looked straight at me over the top of the glass as
if she were daring me.


‘Oh, yes, that would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble.’ Nice? Nice?
I screamed at myself inside my head. Who says ‘nice’ about visiting a
ladyboy bar? She must think I’m a bloody fool.


‘That’s you up to date with me, James. What about you? Which twist of
fate brought you here?’ Alex relaxed back into her chair waiting for me
to begin.


At this moment Areeya reappeared apologised for interrupting and
whispered something to Alex.

‘James, I’m sorry but there’s a little issue I need to attend to. I
promise I won’t be more than a few minutes.’


As she stood, I pushed back my chair to stand too.


‘Oh, James, that’s so very sweet of you. That’s what I always remember
about you, you were a perfect gentleman. I’ll let you and Areeya get to
know each other’


With that, she leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. I blushed
scarlet and sat down again.


‘James, how long will you be staying on Samui?’ Areeya’s English was
almost perfect, just a hint of an accent making it sound so sexy.


‘Only a few days I’m afraid, Areeya, I have to be back in Bangkok by the
end of the week.’


‘That’s a pity, James, but Bangkok is so close by plane these days. You
could easily fly back anytime. Alex was so happy to learn you were
coming here. She would love to see you again.’


Wow, I thought, that was unexpected. They must have talked about me
yesterday or today. I never dreamt that old or new Alex would be so
happy to see me.


‘Areeya, I must say that it was to shock for me to see Alex as she is
now. She is very different to how I knew her before.’


t was strange how quickly I had slipped into calling Alex she and her.
Maybe not so surprising, given that she looked so damned gorgeous.


‘James, yes, I could see that when you walked in, but you did deal with
it very well.’


How so, Areeya?’ Given my performance back than I was surprised to hear
it.


‘Well you could have got angry and been very unpleasant about
everything. Instead you were calm and listened to what Alex had to say.’


I thought ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ was almost a mantra for me to be
honest.


‘I was more worried than Alex, James. I thought she should find some
way to prepare you but she said that she always knew that you were a
kind and generous soul as well as a gentleman and would behave like
one. I’m so glad she was right.’ Areeya gave my arm a little squeeze to
reinforce what she had said.

Wow and wow again, I thought. Alex thought I was a gentleman. Who knew?
I thought he had me pegged as an upright square. Maybe they are the same
thing really.


‘Areeya, it’s an incredible story. What strength of character Alex must
have to have done what she has and to end up so balanced and adjusted. I
admire her for that. She chose to go down a hard road but she seems to
have come through to a really good place. I think she is lucky to have
found you, Areeya, you two seem very happy together. I am so glad for
Alex and for you too.’


‘Thank you, James, Alex would be very glad to hear you say that. She is
very fond of the memories she has of you, she hasn’t stopped talking
about you since she learnt you were coming to see us.’


Wow and wow and wow again. Fond memories? Mind you, it did make me sound
a bit like an old family pet.

Areeya continued in a serious tone, ‘James, Alex means so much to me and
all I ever want is for her to be happy. I think you can help her in ways
that you might not realise. I think you have a great opportunity to help
Alex and I hope you act wisely, James,’


I was puzzled by Areeya’s last comment, but I replied, ’Areeya, I
promise you I will do anything to help her that I can.’


At that moment Alex walked back into the room, beaming all over her
face. She came and stood behind me, with her hands resting on my
shoulders and to Areeya she said ‘All fine Areeya, all fine.’ and to me,
‘A nice new business venture we are starting here. Looks like we have
the go ahead.’


She kept her hands on my shoulders and gave them a little squeeze before
letting go.


From Areeya, ‘Alex, that’s very good news. Shall we celebrate?’


‘Good idea, Areeya, can you ask Manee to bring through some proper
Champagne and three glasses for us please.’


Areeya rose gracefully from the couch and went to tell Manee. She was
back in an instant.


Alex came and sat next to me on the couch. I could smell her perfume and
felt her leg briefly touch mine. She lightly brushed my arm and said,
‘James, you were going to tell us about yourself and how you came to be
here in Samui.’


‘Not that much to tell, Alex. After we lost touch, I graduated, and got
a job with a computer Software Company in Cambridge, I got married and
life kind of stalled after that.’


I told them about walking in on my wife and her girlfriend and they both
laughed. For the first time since it had happened I saw that it was kind
of funny after all. They commiserated about the divorce but were
impressed I think by my decision to change my life by going to Bangkok.


The champagne had arrived by this time and we toasted the success of my
new start and their new business venture.


They asked me what I thought of Bangkok and had I done any sightseeing.


‘Yes, I’ve done all the tourist stuff. It’s a beautiful city; I have
really enjoyed my time there.’


Alex grinned and asked. ‘How about the night life, James? Have you taken
any of that in?’


I believe I blushed a little and said, ‘Well, yes, it’s a kind of rite
of passage isn’t it for newcomers to Bangkok.’


‘Did you enjoy it?’


‘I definitely blushed this time, ‘Erm, yes, well, some of it, I mean...’


‘And did you go to the bars in Nana Plaza?’ She bloody winked as she
said it. She was enjoying this, teasing me.


Areeya laughed and came to my rescue, ‘Alex, I think you are
embarrassing our guest. You should let him off the hook, is that what
you say?’


Thanks Areeya, I thought.


Alex laughed too. ‘Yes, yes, you’re right Areeya; I remember James
always did blush very prettily. By the way, James, how did you know to
find me here?’


I told her that I had got the email address from an old mutual friend
who had discovered that I was going to Samui for a holiday.


‘That was a stroke of luck, then. Only a few people know I’m out here.’


‘First of all, Alex, can I ask you a question?’ there was something I
wanted to know.


‘Sure, James, fire away.’


‘Why did you agree to meet me? I mean you could easily have just said
you were too busy to see me. Unless you just wanted to see me get the
shock of my life.’


‘Yes, apologies again for the shock, I’m not sure there was anything I
could have done to mitigate the effect though. It’s a fair question.
Why, indeed did I agree to meet?’ she paused, thinking about her
answer. ‘When I came out to Thailand I never intended to stay, always
planned to go back and do something in the UK. But when my life over
here changed, I dropped below the radar and fully intended to disappear
for good. However, as time went on I felt more and more that I was
missing some parts of my old life. I eventually gave my email address
to a couple of people and told them to use it discretely. They don’t
know about me, by the way, they just know Alex is here in Samui. That’s
how you got the address. I guess he felt you fell under the term
discrete. When you made contact I had to think hard about whether I
wanted to actually meet someone from the past. You can imagine that it
was a difficult decision to make and one I wouldn’t do for anyone. As
it was you I decided to make the step and reconnect with someone I knew
I could trust. So, I took my courage in both hands and said yes. Does
that help?’


‘Sort of,’ I replied but what do you mean ‘as it was me’?’


She came close and put a finger to my lips to silence me, ‘No more
questions for a bit, James, are you hungry?


I realised I was absolutely starving. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and
lunch had been a couple of beers and some nuts. It was now 11pm and I
realised we had been talking for four hours already. I had had four or
five large scotches and now the champagne on an empty stomach and I was
getting pretty light headed.

Alex clapped her hands together excitedly, ‘James, I have an idea.
Areeya and I have to visit our bar down the street. It’s not far.’


‘And you want me to stay here, until you come back?’


She lightly punched my arm, ‘No, don’t be bloody silly, we want you to
come with us. We’ll have a few drinks and then come back for some food.
The kitchen will still be open. There’ll be fewer people around so we
can be more comfortable. Please say yes, please say yes.’


How could anyone refuse such an invitation? I said yes and she squealed
with joy, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door.


As we reached the main bar, Areeya caught us up and put her arm through
mine on the other side; I walked the entire length of the bar with a
drop dead gorgeous woman on either arm. The envious glares I got from
the bar customers were a wonder to behold. For the first time in my life
I felt ten feet tall.

We walked down the strip in Lamai for a few hundred yards until we came
to the bar, unbelievably it was called Cockatoo 2.


‘Where did you get the name from?’ I asked Areeya.


‘Oh, it’s because our sister bar in Bangkok is called Cockatoo. We
thought it was quite funny. Do you know it in Bangkok?’ I swear she was
reading my mind.


‘No, no, is that in Nana Plaza? Do you own that one too?’


She looked a bit oddly at me. ‘No, it’s just an arrangement we have with
them. We try to share overheads and things.’ A little warning bell went
off somewhere in the back of my mind.


Alex was bouncing up and down with excitement.


‘Come on you two, stop dragging your heels, let’s get in,’ she was
bubbling over with energy. She grabbed both of us and almost dragged us
into the bar.


It was a fairly typical Thai bar; open to the front, a bar along one
side, TVs all over the place and three pool tables towards the back.
Music blared out from the sound system, which for a Thai bar appeared to
be good quality. It was getting pretty busy now with two of the pool
tables in use and mostly guys and a few couples drinking at the bar or
the tables. There were a few of the usual bar games of Connect 4 going
on. Connect 4 is essentially a c***d’s game but is used in Thai bars as
an icebreaker game or to bet on, normally for drinks. If you think you
can beat a Thai bar girl at the game, think again. If it was an Olympic
sport, Thai bar girls would win every medal. There was even a cockatoo
in a cage in the corner of the bar. I felt sorry for the bird in the
middle of all this noise and light but he didn’t seem to mind too much.


Areeya stopped to talk to the Mamasan, presumably to check on business.
Alex was busy talking to a couple of the girls and they didn’t seem to
regard her as a boss figure. Maybe because she could speak Thai fluently
and had been one of them, they seemed to be on good terms. I was handed
a beer by one of the girls and she pointed to Alex and said, ‘On house,
Miss Alex.’ OK, good start.


It seemed to be a fairly typical crowd; mostly groups of young tourists,
a few dissolute looking ex pats nursing a cold beer and looking
typically grumpy, together with one or two couples along for the Thai bar
experience. The bar girls were a mixed bunch, mostly kathoeys but with
some genuine girls. I guessed there would be a few short time rooms out
the back. The girls didn’t look too busy and Areeya shooed a few of the
prettier ones out front to drum up business.


Alex came bouncing across to me, grabbed my arm and asked, ‘Do you play
pool?’


‘I’m alright, I think, I’ve played a bit,’ I hoped modesty was the
right approach.


I secretly fancied myself a bit as a player, having conveniently
forgotten getting my arse handed to me by the bar girl in Bangkok last
time. I hoped Alex wouldn’t be as good as her.


She dragged me over to the unused table. She grabbed a couple of cues
and racked the balls in a suspiciously professional manner.


‘You break first,’ she said, handing me a cue. I rolled the cue on the
table and it seemed unusually straight for a bar cue. I took a swig from
the beer bottle and settled down to break.


Of course, Alex had to make it difficult by standing in my eye line and
pulling faces. I managed to stop laughing long enough to make a good
break and fluked a colour in the pocket. I managed to knock in another
colour and then had trouble deciding what shot to play next. Areeya came
over and gave me some advice on which ball to go for. Alex was shouting
at me to get on with it and to Areeya for helping me as that was
cheating. In spite of this I managed to pull off a third colour with a
blinder of a shot. Encouraged by this, and the desire to show off to
Alex I over reached myself on the next one, clipped the lip of the
pocket and the ball just hung there without dropping.


Alex reacted with glee and started to chalk her cue. Now, my Dad always
told me that a bad player chalks a cue after a shot and a good one
before a shot. Well I could see I was in trouble with Alex
pretty much from the start. It was clear from the way she handled the
cue that she was good. She dropped the first ball with panache and then
managed to put away the next 4 with embarrassing ease. Mind you it was
nice to watch as she had to hitch up her skirt to play the shots and it
showed off what a lovely figure she had as the material stretched tight
across her bum. I got a chance when she missed the sixth but I flunked
out my shot and she hit great shots to pot her next two balls. That just
left the 8 ball and she just stroked that in like a professional. It
seems you can take the girl out of the bar but you can’t take the bar
out of the girl.


I just stood and clapped. She curtseyed and said, ‘Thank you kind sir.’


She wanted another game but she was way out of my league and I didn’t
fancy another humiliation right now. I saw Areeya pick up the cue and
she and Alex had a cracking game. Areeya was good but Alex was that bit
better. They played three quick games with Areeya taking one and Alex
the other two. My consolation was to sit and drink beer and watch my two
new friends as they bent over the table to take shots. I was enjoying
that sight immensely whilst pretending not to look.


It was just at the end of the third game that I felt someone’s hands
over my eyes and from behind I heard a voice say, ‘James, James, it me,
Pao,’


I pulled the hands away and the first thing I saw was Alex, leaning over
the table frozen in mid shot with her mouth open in surprise. Pao was
oblivious to this and before I could stop her she had scooted round and
jumped onto my lap with her arms around my neck.


‘James, you come see Pao in Samui.’


Hell, it couldn’t be, could it? Pao from the Bangkok Cockatoo?


I could see Alex over Pao’s shoulder as she walked around the table to
where I was with Pao sitting happily on my lap.


‘Er, James,’ Alex was still looking startled, ‘is there anything you
want to tell us?’ She stopped in front of Pao and me, holding the cue as
if she wanted to break it over someone’s head. She just wasn’t sure
which one of us to hit.


Pao suddenly noticed that there was something wrong and she turned
around, saw Alex and immediately jumped off my lap. Alex said something
fast in Thai, Pao bowed her head and said something back equally as
fast. Alex motioned with her head for Pao to move away and she began to
back away. Areeya grabbed her before she could disappear completely.


‘Well, James, it’s very interesting that you and Pao know each other so
well, there must be some simple explanation, surely?’ There was the
trace of a grin playing about her lips now.


I was rooted to the spot. Words began to jangle around in my head and I
just managed to say some of them.

‘Er, well, Alex, you see, it’s not like, I mean, it was all Robbie’s
fault, I mean not his fault really, I was just trying to...’ I realised
I was babbling so thought the best thing to do at this time was just to
shut up.


‘James, first of all, calm down and then who the hell is Robbie?’ she
stood there cradling the pool cue, legs slightly apart so the silk dress
stretched tight across her body, the bar lights highlighting her golden
hair and her head tilted to one side with a questioning look on her
face. Quite bizarrely in the circumstances, it flashed into my mind that
she looked so damn sexy.


I took a deep breath and took a swig from the beer, Areeya had brought
Pao back and they stood to one side of Alex as she looked down at me.


‘You see, it was like this. I met Pao in the Cockatoo in Bangkok one
night. Robbie’s a friend of mine from home wanted to see some Ladyboys
and we ended up in the Cockatoo. I met her in the bar and we had a drink
and she was friendly and then I went home, all very above board, so to
speak, I didn’t think she would remember me...’ I tailed off, hoping I
had made sense.


‘James, how friendly, exactly?’ Alex fired off a question to Pao who
nodded her head and replied.

‘Well nothing happened really, you know what’s like in one of those
clubs, it was harmless, honestly...’ Even I knew that sounded pathetic.


‘Oh, yes James, I do know what it’s like in those clubs, remember?’ Alex
was grinning broadly now, enjoying my discomfort. Areeya was trying to
conceal her laughter and failing badly. Pao was still looking from me to
Alex and Areeya trying to decide if she was in trouble, and if so, why.

‘Look it wasn’t Pao’s fault, she was very sweet and nice and I didn’t
know she would be here.’

Alex said something to Areeya who let go of Pao.


‘We share staff with Bangkok sometimes when we need to,’ Areeya said,
now openly smiling widely.

‘James, Pao confirms your story, that there were two of you, and you
were a gentleman, she says. Your friend was the one who stayed behind
after you left. He seems to have enjoyed himself a lot.’

I took another swig of beer and tried to look innocent.


Alex looked at me for a few seconds as if making up her mind about
something, took my hand and pulled me up, ‘James, I always thought you
were a perfect gentleman, come on I think we should go eat.’

The strange thing was she didn’t let go of my hand as we walked out of
the bar.


We walked slowly back to Koh Samui Blue, the action had really kicked
off now. The bars were full and spilling over into the street. As we
walked past each bar front, the girls nodded and smiled to Alex who was
obviously well known to them. I was given a few long looks by them as
well.


I heard this dark voice in my head saying ‘You’re holding hands with a
man’ and then there was this second, much lighter voice saying ‘Look at
her, she’s a beautiful woman, that’s who you’re holding hands with’


I decided to keep holding her hand.


Alex giggled and said, ‘I can’t imagine how you felt when Pao jumped
onto your lap. The look on your face was priceless.’


‘I don’t think I have felt more embarrassed in my life. I never expected
to see her again in my life.’ I felt myself blushing again. Damn it, I
wish I could stop myself doing that so much.


Alex grinned as she spoke, ‘They say an Englishman is a man in permanent
fear of embarrassment.’


I smiled at that, ‘By the way, Alex, the look on your face was pretty
good too when you saw what was happening. You looked gobsmacked.’ I had
to get my own back somehow.


‘I couldn’t believe my eyes when one of my kathoeys jumps onto the lap
of my lovely gentleman and greets him like a lo