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When she woke it was to the sound of hammering on the front door, and
with a start realised she had fallen asleep fully clothed. Trying to
sit up produced an ice pick between her eyes and her stomach threatened
to turn itself inside out if she so much as breathed. Her tongue felt
glued to the roof of her mouth, and she was sure someone had rubbed
sand in her eyes and tried to rip her head from her neck. The hammering
continued, and she wanted to ask them to stop, but could not summon
anything beyond a weak croak. Standing she almost fell over the empty
vodka bottle and staggered to the door as quickly as she could. After
three attempts she managed to unchain the door, and opened it to bright
sunshine, and an unimpressed Marie.
"Jesus Christ! What have you done to yourself!"
She barged past and looked around the flat, her eyes alighting on the
vodka bottle she picked it up and looked at Jane with a sigh. Before
Jane or Marie could say anything, Jane's stomach erupted, and she fled
to the dingy bathroom, her hand over her mouth. For the next few
minutes she thought her stomach was going to be ejected through her
mouth, as what little she had eaten yesterday came up with a vengeance.
As the spasms subsided, she sat on the bathroom floor with her back to
the wall, her stockings ripped and laddered, her hair a mess and tears
streaming down her face.
Marie helped her to her feet and led her into the bedroom, and laid her
on the bed. Quickly she undressed her and forced her to stand up,
leading her into the bathroom. Jane was past caring, her whole body
ached and shivered, her stomach was threatening to leave her body by
either means and her eyes could not focus or bear the light in the
bathroom.
"Jus lemme go bed an' lie down," she blubbered through gummed lips.
Marie left her sitting on the toilet whilst she fiddled with the
unfamiliar shower controls then helped an unresisting Jane step into
the bath. As Jane let the water stream over her Marie reached out and
turned the heat control off, and icy cold water cascaded over Jane's
head and body. She let out a scream, and tried to wrestle Marie's hand
from the control but Marie was stronger and ready for it. As Jane
shivered and began to pale, Marie gave a wicked, self satisfied smile
and turned the water off. Jane stood there, dripping, and shivering,
her makeup running and the wig ruined, but angry and awake.
"Bitch!" she snapped as Marie held out a towel.
"Slut, Tart, Whore!" Marie shot back, enjoying it.
"Now get a proper shower, get cleaned up and start acting like an
adult!" she turned to leave, "and I'm going out to get breakfast, I bet
you don't have anything in this dump!" and she grabbed the keys from
Jane's bag as she left.
Jane heard the door close and stood there shivering as she realised
Marie was right, there was no way she was going to let this beat her!
Quickly she turned the shower back on, forgetting for a moment it was
set to cold, and swore as she adjusted it back to normal. Throwing the
ruined wig on the floor she washed and scrubbed herself, removing the
false breasts and leaving them beside the wig. When she finished and
was walking towards the bedroom she heard the door open, and Marie
stepped in with a bag of groceries. Her face and sardonic smile said it
all as she walked into the kitchen and began to unpack.
A short while later Marie looked up from her cup of coffee to see John
standing there in a bathrobe, with a sheepish smile on his face. She
got up and motioned him to sit, and poured him a large mug of black
coffee, passed him two aspirins as she switched on the toaster and
placed bread in the slots. She gave him a long hard look, which
disconcerted and embarrassed him, and he found he could not meet her
eyes.
"Who are you?" she wanted to know, "because your not the person I met
in Manchester, nor are you the person I thought you were! That person
was strong, passionate and brave, as well as thoughtful and selfless!
That person is gone, and in her place I have a self-pitying, gutless
wretch wallowing in their own despair! Do you think you're the first
one to be used by a man! Do you think you're the first to be ousted in
public, or to be humiliated and laughed at? What did you think you
could just put on a dress and everything in the garden would be rosy!
Welcome to the real world!"
John tried to splutter a reply but the words would not come out, and
he just sat there like a goldfish, his mouth moving but nothing coming
out.
"For Gods sake, say something!" Marie snarled, and slammed her cup down
so hard the coffee spilled onto the table.
John could not speak but as Marie looked him in the eye expectantly he
gathered his wits and stuttered, "F,f,f,fucking toast is on fire!".
Marie turned and swore as the flames licked from the toaster and John
leapt up and turned off the switch and unplugged the machine. Grabbing
her cup he poured the last of the coffee into the slots, extinguishing
the flames and the two of them burst into hysterical laughter as the
smoke alarm wailed manically.
The firemen were very understanding, and after Marie had given them all
tea and biscuits left with broad smiles all round. With the door closed
and no one to disturb them they talked. John spilled out all his life
history, how he was brought up in a small Yorkshire village, an only
child and never even new that there were other men like him until he
went away to college. He then found that there were others who liked to
do as he did, borrow or steal his mothers clothing, and dress in the
hope that one day he could be a woman.
He found that the internet was a treasure trove of information, and he
spent hours in the computer labs in the college, finding out all he
could. He knew there was no way he could ever let his parents find out,
nor could he confide in anyone else, so for a while he suppressed his
other side, and tried to convince himself he was a 'true man'. He never
had much luck with girls, and was too thin and wiry for many sports.
But he did well at swimming, and was able to convince himself that the
other part of him was dead and buried, as he drank, partied and chased
girls like the 'normal' boys. It didn't work, and he continued to buy
clothes and dress in secret.
In his final year he was persuaded by a girl he liked to help with the
amateur dramatic club, and enjoyed the friendship of the club and the
earnestness of the players. Then one night the club held a Halloween
party and the girl he knew promised to sort out his costume, but would
not tell him what it was. On the night he went to Helen's flat, and she
dressed him up as a woman, after token protests from him. That night he
went out dressed in a long black dress, tights, black high heels, long
black wig to his shoulders and gothic makeup provided by Helen.
He was supposed to look like Morticia from the Adams family, but felt
and acted like a schoolgirl, laughing and giggling. When the party was
over Helen was supposed to take him back to her flat where he could
change, but he could not find her. Eventually one of her friends told
him she had gone on ahead, as she was not well. He walked through the
college grounds, and down the evening streets, and even made a detour
through the park, as the enjoyment of wearing female attire was so
great. Eventually he came to her flat, and after ringing the bell
waited until the door was answered by Helen in her night dress.
She apologised and let him in, but then as he walked into the bedsit he
realised she was not alone, and there was another man in the doorway of
the bedroom, looking at him strangely. Helen led him into the kitchen
and he changed, washing off the makeup in the sink and thanking her
for the loan of the clothes. She laughed and explained she bought the
dress and wig at a charity shop, and the underwear, shoes and tights
would not fit her, would he drop the lot in the dustbin on the way out?
Her expression told him all he needed to know, as she bundled the items
into a carrier bag and he left quickly to hide his embarrassment. When
he got home there were several other items of clothing in the bag,
mainly new tights and panties and there was a note in the bag form
Helen explaining how she had seen him buying women's clothes in town,
and knew he must be buying them for himself. She had also seen him
buying makeup and browsing through the women's section in charity shops
and realised he was a crossdresser. The note ended by saying she was
always there as a friend and he could talk to her if he wished.
The next day, late in the afternoon after much soul searching he walked
to her flat, and rang the doorbell. The same man he had seen the night
before answered the door, and curtly asked him what he was after. He
explained to the man he was looking for Helen, and the man laughed
as he explained Helen had left, earlier in the day, and wasn't coming
back.
"Gone home, can't say I'm surprised," he shrugged, "wasn't cut out for
it! Left behind a string of bills and owed me three months rent!"
John asked if she had left a forwarding address and the man looked at
him suspiciously and asked why. John made up some story about her owing
money and the man laughed.
"If I knew where she was, I'd be round there now! I didn't know that
she was leaving this morning, or I would have made sure she paid me
what she owed me! Turns out the little bitch got me into the flat last
night, I thought she wanted to sleep with me to pay the rent but I had
one glass of that wine and was out like a light! Bitch drugged me! And
you can take that bloody smile of your face, bastard students!" and he
slammed the door violently.
John never saw or heard from Helen again. Three months later he secured
the job with the company and started work as an insurance clerk,
intending to eventually become a management trainee. However the
regional office in his hometown closed and he was offered the choice of
redundancy or relocation to Bristol. He knew the mining village where
he lived had no real jobs, and no prospects, so he choose to relocate,
and move from his parents house.
He hadn't bargained for the fact that the low salary in Yorkshire which
just about made the job bearable would be a pittance in Bristol. His
tiny flat, the utility bills and living expenses ate away his savings,
and he was already struggling to make ends meet, the promotion would
just about allow him to live comfortably without counting every penny.
He looked Marie in the eye and explained how he was not sure he could
face the humiliation of being found out at work, as well as trying to
take on the department and prove his worth. He had already made a
decision, he would resign and move back to Yorkshire to live with his
parents. He would never dress as Jane again, she was dead and buried!
He would look for other work, and take on whatever was available, even
if it meant menial jobs.
Marie looked at him and nodded, and seemed to make a decision. Standing
up she walked into the bedroom, and called to him. When he entered the
room she opened the cheap cupboard and told John to get dressed in a
pair of jeans and a T-shirt she threw him. She walked out of the room
and he began to dress, wondering where this was leading. He heard the
front door open then close a few minutes later and as he pulled on a
pair of trainers he looked up to see her standing there, hands on hips
as she looked around the room. He tied the laces and she told him to
follow her as she walked towards the front door.
"Wait!" he said, "Where are we going? Do I need money or what?" but she
just shook her head and told him to come with her. The late afternoon
sun was warm and pleasant as he locked the door and she led him to her
car. He looked on in surprise as she pressed a button on a remote
control and the lights on a silver Porsche convertible flashed at them.
She grinned at his obvious surprise and opened the drivers door and got
in. John slid into the passenger seat and Marie started the engine,
pressed a button to lower the roof and slid the little car into the
traffic. As they drove, the cool air began to ease the tension John
felt in his mind, and his hangover finally cleared.
Marie drove the little car effortlessly, and soon they were out of town
and heading for the old docks on the Severn. She pulled into a new
development of expensive town houses and marina flats, all overlooking
the Bristol Channel. The road she took led them up a hill, and the last
three story townhouse at the end of a terrace was their destination, as
Marie swung the car into the space in front of the first floor garage.
John looked at Marie and asked if this was where she lived. He knew the
houses had been advertised in the local press at prices he could never
afford, and stood beside the car taking in the view, as Marie opened
the little luggage compartment.
Inside were the two Louise Vuitton cases and the little vanity case he
had thought were in the living room of his flat. She passed the cases
to him, and picked up the vanity case as she locked the car and led him
up the steps to her home. Opening the front door she walked into the
living room and he followed into a large, bright and airy space. The
floor was polished wood laid with soft Chinese rugs and two large
leather sofas and a heavy mahogany coffee table dominated the room. A
chrome and silver rack held an obviously expensive entertainment
centre, and the walls were hung with watercolours and tapestries.
Marie motioned for John to put the suitcases down, which he did as he
struggled to take in the elegant and affluent surroundings. She looked
at him as he gazed at the room, and led him into the kitchen. The
modern kitchen was full of chrome and stainless steel appliances and
utensils, and a large modern range-style cooker occupied the centre of
one wall of the fitted units.
"You have more space in this one room than I have in my whole flat," he
muttered, "if you've brought me here to impress me, it's worked. But
just why are we here?"
"Bear with me," she replied, "just take a look upstairs."
They walked up the stairs to the first floor, and Marie showed him a
bedroom at the front of the house. It was furnished in soft pastel
colours, with a cream deep pile carpet, and a large double pine bed and
wardrobes. He knew instantly it was her room, and smiled at the teddy
bear on the bed. Then she led him down the hall to a smaller, less
personal room, and explained it was the spare room. It too was
furnished with pine wardrobes and dressers, and a pine double bed. She
sat on the bed and patted it, and he sat beside her, a little
embarrassed. She asked if he liked the house, and John shook his head.
"No, I don't think like is a powerful enough word," he replied, "I'd
love to one day own something like this, but I never will!" he finished
with a sigh.
"But what about living here?" Marie countered.
John looked at her with amazement, and raising his eyebrows wondered if
she was asking what she seemed to be asking.
"Are you asking me if I want to move in!" he said, and bit his lip. Of
course Marie would not want him here, this was her space, her sanctuary
and he would only be an embarrassment, a millstone. He looked at her as
she shook her head, and knew he had made a mistake. Then she smiled
kindly and took his hands in hers as she looked him in the eye and
cleared her throat.
"I don't want John to move in! I want Jane, sweet, gentle, fiery and
passionate Jane to move in! I think we can be happy here as friends. I
would welcome the company, I am tired of coming home to an empty house
each night and a dinner for one! You need a cheaper place to live, and
we can be together as friends under one roof. If you are serious about
burying Jane and forgetting her, fine! But deep down I think you know
Jane will always be there, and she will never die! If you are serious
about being John, and moving back, fine! I'll give you a glowing
reference and even pay you a bonus to help you on your way! But I think
that in your heart of hearts you know that's not possible, and you'll
never be happy!" and she stood and walked to the door and returned a
minute or two later with the cases.
"All you need is here!" she said placing them on the floor. "If you
want to be John fine, I'll drive you back now! But think about it, and
if you want to be Jane, open the cases, and be Jane! The bathroom is to
your right, and everything else should be in the cases, if not call me.
I'll be waiting downstairs for your decision." And she turned and left
John sitting on the bed, his mind in turmoil. He looked at the cases
and thought about what she had said. He could just run away now, try
and suppress Jane, and never wear soft pretty things again, he could
turn away from dresses, skirts and stockings, perfume and lace. He
could try once again to hide his feelings behind a mask of macho
pretence and bluster and hope his other self would never surface.
He took a deep breath and looked around the room, and knew he could
feel at home there. But he also knew he did not have the courage or the
strength to become Jane permanently, and even with Marie's help he
feared he would fail, and could not become what he most desired. With a
sigh, and choking back a sob he got to his feet and turned towards the
door. As he did a framed needlework sampler on the wall caught his eye
and he read the quotation:
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarre]; but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry,
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
William Shakespeare "Hamlet"
John read it twice more, and then murmured to himself, "To thine own
self be true". Shakespeare was right, no matter what you did in this
life, your own heart must be followed, and friends must be held on to
and listened to when they gave good counsel. Could he turn his back on
Marie and give up without trying? She had offered her home, and was the
best friend he had ever met. He turned and took a deep breath and
seemed to straighten up as he picked up the first of the suitcases, and
laid it on the bed. Downstairs Marie smiled in the kitchen as she heard
footsteps towards the bathroom and nodded to herself as she heard the
boiler light up when the bath began to run.
Jane opened the bathroom door, and holding the towel tightly round her
began to walk back towards the spare room. As she did she heard
footsteps on the stair and looked down to see Marie looking up at her.
Marie smiled and laughed as she explained how she had forgotten Jane
did not have a robe. Jane smiled and looked at her feet.
"That's not the only thing I haven't got," she cried, "my only wig got
ruined!"
Marie laughed, "Put some clothes on and I think I can help!"
Jane walked into the spare room and carefully selected a red bra and
panty set from the underwear she had examined in the cases, and stepped
into the panties. She held up the bra and realised with horror her
false breasts were still lying on the bathroom floor of John's flat!
Despondent she was about to call for Marie when her eyes fell on the
vanity case ling on the floor. Her curiosity got the better of her and
she opened the case, smiling as she saw what was inside. Marie had
obviously realised she might need the breasts, and had packed them,
alongside her toothbrush and other essentials in the case
Jane quickly attached them, and fastened the bra adding a matching
suspender belt and stockings to complete the set. Just then there was a
discrete knock, and Jane turned to see Marie in the doorway, holding a
blonde shoulder length wig. Marie explained she had used it herself in
the past for parties and such like, and Jane was welcome to use it.
Marie helped her comb it through and adjust it then helped Jane with
her makeup and choice of jewelry. Marie then excused herself, saying
she was needed in the kitchen, and left Jane to select what to wear. As
she stood, Jane caught sight of herself in the full length mirror and
was pleased with what she saw, a pretty, blonde woman wearing red
underwear and tan stockings.
The clothing in the cases had been folded carefully, and her eye was
taken by a dark blue summery print dress with a low neckline and thin
shoulder straps. She tried the dress on, and after fastening the ties
was pleased with it's fit and feel. She found a pair of navy sandals in
one of the cases and set off downstairs to meet Marie.
Marie was in the kitchen and as Jane walked in looked up and smiled
approvingly. She asked Jane to lay the table and handed her a
tablecloth and placemats, saying how nice it was to have someone to
cook for. The meal was delicious, steak in red wine sauce with
mushrooms potatoes and vegetables. As the ate, Marie poured a red
wine, and the two talked like old friends. Jane insisted on paying
rent, which Marie refused, and eventually agreed to split the utility
bills, after which Jane bit her lip and held Marie's hand.
"I really don't know if I can do this," she began, "but I am going to
give it my best shot, and heaven help anyone who stands in my way!" and
she looked at Marie with her eyes blazing. Just then a thought came
into her head, and she looked at Marie in horror and asked what she was
going to do on Monday!
Marie laughed then explained John had over four weeks paid leave coming
to him, he would be on leave for the next month! Jane looked at her and
smiled, four weeks would give her enough to grow her hair and try and
become the woman she wanted to be. Marie then went on to explain she
could stay as long as she liked, as her guest, and live as she wished.
Tears welled in Jane's eyes and she quickly got up and collected the
dinner dishes. Marie laughed as Jane asked where the washing up liquid
was kept, and opened a door to reveal a dishwasher which the two
filled.
Taking another bottle of red wine the two settled down on the terrace
to watch the sun set, and talked about Jane's future. Marie explained
she would tell everyone that John had left to go back to Yorkshire, but
his sister who was working in Manchester as a temp had applied for and
got the job Lisa had left. Unfortunately, John was taking his leave
first and Jane could not start until four weeks away, so there would be
a gap, and as John had resigned personnel would not employ a temp. Jane
nodded, it all seemed so plausible, and insisted that Marie bring home
work for her, after all it would lessen the load and get her used to
things. Marie agreed, saying she could tell people she had found an
outworker who was taking on the paperwork, and might actually be able
to persuade personnel to pay her!
As the evening grew cooler the two retired to the lounge, and watched
a newly released video on the wide screen television. As the two girls
sat there, shoes off, curled up on the sofas with a glass of wine and a
box of chocolates, Jane felt truly fulfilled. When the video finished,
and both had commented on the story and it's ending, Jane thanked Marie
once again, yawned and commented how a bad day had ended so well, but
now she needed to sleep.
The two locked the house and went to undress, and Jane found a soft
pink baby doll nightie and pantie set which she changed into before
going to brush her teeth. Marie was just leaving the bathroom, and
smiled at Jane's outfit, and made a comment about surprising the
milkman, which made Jane blush. After brushing her teeth and removing
her makeup, Jane lay down and slept and for the first time in years
felt happy and content.
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