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Christopher the biker femme (Or they should have called me Christopher)
By Cherie Petersson
"Oh Chrissy you just love those man-skirts don't you," Trish teased as
a gust of wind almost exposed my panties as we walked to our favourite
bar.
My name is Christopher Charlton and I have been working for a fashion
company as a receptionist/secretary for about three years now. I wish
people wouldn't call me Chrissy or even Chris. I'm always being
mistaken for a girl. Yes I have pierced ears and shoulder length hair -
that was my choice. But it wasn't my choice that I'm androgynous
looking and not that tall or muscular.
"Chris, wakey wakey. The girls are over there."
Trish and I sit down with Debbie and Wendy. Two models from work.
"So Chris you're still wearing the so-called man-skirts. They haven't
caught on yet have they?" Debbie mused as she poured Trish and I a
glass of wine.
For a while, we discussed the future of the product, I still wear them,
my boss Jenny and I go to meetings around town and she and the client,
Virginia, encourages me to wear them to try and get retailers
interested. At parties and receptions Virginia's company has been
hiring male models to attend the events in man-skirts, Her philosophy
is if people see blokes wearing them they'll catch on. Unfortunately
after about three months they haven't, Jenny still encourages me to
wear them to show our loyalty to Virginia's company and hopefully get
more business in other product lines, I've never wanted to wear skirts
before this but I've grown to like wearing them.
The girls make the observation that I'm the only one of the group that
regulary wears skirts these days.
Trish interrupts: "You should have seen her in absolute delight when a
gust of wind blew beneth his (she lowers her voice in a mock macho way)
'MAN SKIRT', he looked like Marilyn Monroe in that movie."
Wendy started defending me, "There nothing wrong with him wearing them.
After all we didn't tease him for wearing androgynous clothing before,
or his love for lingerie. Remember when we took him to get his ears
pierced, three years ago."
And once they healed up we bought him his first pair of large gold hoop
earrings to celebrate," Trish mentioned.
"And our male girlfriend said they were the best present he's ever
gotten or will ever get,"
Yes that's right, if I had a choice they are the only earrings I would
ever wear, Why would you want to wear anything else? Unfortunately I
only wear them at home or, nowadays at work, it's almost compulsory
whenever there's a day Virginia will be seeing me. She thinks I'm
"delightful."
Despite Trish's teasing she's been the most supportive of me and when
it gets down to the nitty gritty she really looks out for me.
Time to tease back
"And Trish, you were the one who taught me how to put on make up."
"She only did that so he could help her do up the models before a
shoot," Debbie laughed.
Debbie then revealed that Trish secretly hoped I would end up falling
in love with a pretty model. That was news to me! Although that's one
of the reasons I do it.
"He was so sweet when we went out on our date," she said.
Wendy then said she's worried that I'll never get anyone of my chosen
gender, Debbie said there must be someone out there who wants me, she
doesn't want me to be the only one unmarried and then reminded everyone
of our 'bridesmaid bond,'
"Oh don't worry girls, he'll beat us all to it," Trish said, "The
reason we took so long getting over here is Ms Chrissy was enraptured
by those butch lezzo bikers over there."
"You're kidding!" I protested. "They hate crossdressers, they'll beat
me up, we should go to another bar!"
"Too late girlfriend, Trish said as she spotted one coming over here,
She had very short spiky blonde hair, obviously bleached, Leather
pants, motorcycle boots, a sleaveless leather jacket, with a halter top
underneath, barely containing her massive breasts.
"Gidday ladies, my name's Beryl."
"And what's you name sweetie pie," she slurred, looking at me, bending
over as if almost to kiss me."
"Chris!" all three of my so-called friends said in unision.
"Chris eh," Beryl said drunkenly sitting down. pushing me and Trish
over.
"That's a very pretty skirt Chrissy and I have never seen such lovely
hair, I just love curly hair," this monster of a women said as she put
her arm around me revealing her unshaven armpits but boy she must pump
the weights at the gym.
Over the next hour she talked almost non-stop, pausing occasionally to
kiss me, My friends found this very amusing, Beryl was obviously very
very drunk, she kept rambling on about creativity not being recognised
by shallow people with too much money. Then saying beauty has many
forms, why would you destroy beauty.
Eventually two of her friends came over and pulled her off me. They
were Nick and Nikky. Nick a butch looking biker lesbian and Nikky a
drop dead gorgeous femme, I first saw them kissing each other in a
passionate embrace as we entered the bar.
"Come on Beryl time to go home." Nikky said, "Beryl's very upset, a
chopper she made was crashed on its first ride by the customer."
"A friggin work of art that was, no wonder she's so upset, we worked
day and night on that to meet the delivery." Nick said,
Nikky said they don't normally come here but it was the first bar they
saw after visiting the customer to see the broken up mangled wreck.
The girls teased me on the way home and Beryl was the talk of the
office over the next week.
We headed off again the following Friday to the same bar. It was very
late, we had a last minute photoshoot that didn't end until 10pm. We
were exhausted but we all wanted a drink.
Wendy reassures me it's unlikely Beryl will be at the bar again.
"Come on Chris, we were there at around 6pm last Friday, it's much
later this week, and remember the femmy one said they don't normally
hang out there."
We enter the bar together, the girls head for the ladies while I get us
a bottle of wine and grab us a booth.
I'm sitting there all alone, waiting for the girls and the wine.
"Hello sweetie, you took your time,"
It's Beryl!!
She sits down and says she was hoping I would turn up. I apologise (I
don't know why) , saying we had a late photoshoot.
"That's okay darling," she says, then gives me a long passionate kiss.
I'm helpless in her arms.
Nick and Nikky come over and greet us, the bottle of wine comes over.
"I don't drink wine," Beryl says.
Trish comes over, "That was actually for us."
"You can pour Chris a glass of wine but take the bottle to the booth
over there," Trish tells the waiter.
"Have fun Chris!" Debbie calls out.
The others order their drinks, bourbons for the butches and a beer for
Nikky. They start asking me about myself, I tell them about our
company, my friends and where I grew up.
"And you're wearing another cute little skirt," Beryl says as she rubs
my, now exposed, lower thigh,
"I do love a girl in skirts.
"Nikky here is a femme but she never wears skirts, or dresses. So few
femmes wear skirts anymore, she says.
SHE THINKS I'M A WOMAN!! The girls should have called me Christopher, I
should have said I was Christopher, I should have started off telling
them about the man-skirts.
I try to say something but I'm interrupted by another one of her
passionate kisses, I melt in her arms, it must have lasted for 10
minutes. I'm absolutely dazed.
I've never been passionately kissed before. Beryl takes a swig of her
bourbon and we snog almost no-stop for the next half-hour while Nick
and Nikky go for a dance.
They come back and Beryl orders me another wine, I'm not going
anywhere, she's got her arm around me quite firmly, I'm emotionally
overhelmed from my first romantic act.
I get an SMS from Trish saying they've gone, apologising for not saying
goodbye but didn't want to interrupt my good time.
"Look at her, another femme obsessed with her mobile phone, put that
away girl,"
As Beryl says that I come out of my daze, back to reality and remember
she thinks I'm a woman.
Beryl and Nikky are deep in discussion about making motorbikes or
something. I try to interrupt but can't.
I then realise if they find out I'm a man I'll get killed.
"Umm Beryl."
"Excuse me darling, And Nick that why it's very important we check that
our customers are experienced bike riders and are capable enough to
ride choppers before we even start thinking about designing one"
"I agree, not every mug with a motorcycle licence can ride a
chopper..."
Nick and Beryl continue on with their conversation.
Nikky says to me, "Oh Christina I hope we're going to be the best of
friends.
Nikky tells me she does the admin at their business,. Something about
rebuilding motorcycles and making a type of bike called a chopper. I'm
not really listening, I'm looking for a chance to tell Beryl I've had a
long day and I want to go home. I'm against the wall in the booth and
Beryl is blocking my way out. Nikki is so cute but she's talking non-
stop about the business and their passion for it, All three talk so
much they could talk under wet cement. I'm not much of a talker
usually.
I feel strangly content with Beryl's arm around me,
"Ahh excuse me Beryl," I say after a while.
Beryl stops talking, turns to me and Nikky speaks just as I'm about to
say goodnight.
"Isn't Chrissy wearing such lovely earrings."
Nick starts speaking, asking Nikky why she doesn't wear earrings. Beryl
turns my head plays with my hoops for a bit (A surprising but amazing
turn on). Another passionate lingering kiss, while Nick and Nikky
exchange words about earrings.
"Well I've never had mine pierced, you know I've always been afraid of
piercings," Nikky says.
Beryl kisses me again then plays with my earrings.
"I want to go home," I say weakly, "I'm tired."
"Well of course you're tired, Bee's kept you in that seat for ages,
shame on you Beryl, not offering a girl a dance," Nick says.
"Sorry love if you're going to be my girl the only dances you're gonna
get is from Nick and Nikky, I've got two left feet."
"Come on earring girl, lets dance!," Nikky says while Beryl and Nick
get up to allow us out.
Freedom!
As I'm looking for the door Beryl grabs me, leans me back in her arms
(I'm almost horizontal) to give me a long passionate kiss.
"Be right back princess," she says as she stands me up.
Before I know it, Nikky is holding my hand dragging me to the dance
floor, we start dancing, as I dance I notice Beryl waving and blowing
kisses.
We dance for about 10 minutes, I notice the other two have stopped
watching and are back in a discussion. I tell Nikky I need to go to the
loo, she asks for one more dance. As soon as the next song ends, I rush
off, telling her I'm busting. As I turn to leave the bar I notice Nick
at the cigarette machine directly between me and the exit. She sees me,
I wave and head for the toilets to hide.
I enter and frantically start SMSing. I could get out through that
window and get Trish to pick me up, I send a message to Trish, "thy thk
Im womn pls get me! :("
"Wrong toilets sweetheart."
It's Nick!
"Saw you enter the wrong ones, I came in to make sure you're okay."
I turn around looking confused and dazed (I'm really terrified beyond
belief, she'll know I'm a guy now!).
"Yeah they're called urinals, men stand up to do their number ones
there. Geez this place stinks! Come on, the ones for us are next door,
I've got to go too.
We enter, she takes the stall next to mine. I remember to sit to pee, I
check my phone and I get a message from Trish, she thinks I'm kidding,
Says she hopes I get some.
"Pls hlp!!!!!!" I reply.
"Wow, you must have really needed to go, you're still in there, says
Nick waiting outside,
I can't stay here forever, I might even get in trouble for using the
ladies loo.
We wash up and I take my time fixing my makeup and hair, I tell her to
go and say I'll be right behind her.
"Are you kidding, some bloke will grab you and I'm not going to let
that happen to Bee. She's been talking about you all week."
I'm escorted back to the others.
"Look who I found in the men's loo,"
"A sweet little princess wanting to be a big butch man, how cute. Were
you lost darling?"
Beryl gets up and lets me into the booth, says she ordered me another
wine, hopes it's the right kind.
"Get this Beryl. She didn't even know what a urinal was, geez that
place stunk."
"Pigs," the other two say.
"I really want to go home, please let me go home."
"Why didn't you say so princess, we'll finish our drinks, then we'll
take you home."
"That's okay. I'll catch a cab, I've never been on a motorbike before.
I maybe should be wearing pants if I'm doing something like that."
"Not while you're my girl. Only skirts for my little princess."
"Chris, Bee here is the safest motorbike rider, her bike is in tip top
shape at all times and she always puts safety first." Nick says.
"LETS RIDE!" Beryl announces as she stands up and finishes her drink."
"Come on Chris, it'll be so much fun!" Nikky says taking my hand.
We walk outside I begin to realise how dark it was inside, no wonder
they thought I was a girl.
As the other two went over to have a look at someone else's bike
nearby, Nikky gives me the run down.
"Now firstly Chris you'll have to put this helmet on, and there's not
enough room under it for your head, your lovely hair and those lovely
large earrings..."
I look around and see a cab, begin to walk off, Nikki grabs my arm.
"Don't worry Chrissy, Beryl is over there looking at that man's Harley
with Nick, It's a new model. She's not going to leave you."
Nikky instructs me to take my earrings off, put them in my handbag and
she puts my handbag in a compartment under the seat of the bike. She
puts Nick's helmet on me.
I suddenly feel someone's hands on my shoulders.
"Gee that was a nice bike," Nick says to Beryl as Beryl inspects her
bike.
"Don't worry sweetcheeks, that's my helmet and I'll take any excuse to
feel the wind in my hair," Nick says as Beryl puts her helmet on,
starts the bike and hops on.
Nick suddenly lifts me in the air and places me on the back of the
bike, hitches up my skirt, tells me to put my arms around Beryl and
hold on tight.
Before I know it, we're off.
We head towards the Harbour Bridge, over the bridge up the Gore Hill
expressway. This is Fun!
Okay ... we've missed the exit for Artarmon, we head for the Pacific
Highway, She could be making a turn from the highway towards my place.
The other two catch up and signal to stop. Nick double checks where I
live.
"Hmm, that's not much of a ride. Listen sweetheart the streets are
empty at this time of night, the best time to ride is just before dawn,
we love going for long rides at this time of night," Beryl says.
The other two nod.
"That's okay I can walk home from here."
I try to get off the bike but my feet don't reach the ground I can't
get off unless Beryl gets off and she's not moving.
"I'm a guy!" I blurt out.
"What'd she say?' one of the other two say.
"She says she's a guy."
"Het het het het," the other two chant.
"Listen Chris, I don't care who you are, or what you've done in the
past but we've enjoyed a very special night. And I know you've enjoyed
it too. It's been a long time since I've had a lover, If you were a
het, then you're obviously not one now, or you might be a bi.
"Careful Bee, she might learn how to stand up to pee," Nick calls out.
"The most romantic and wonderful thing for me is to go on a pre-dawn
ride, please come with me. Don't be nervous, you're in safe hands."
I was speechless and I wasn't in a position to argue.
Before I know it, we're off again.
We zoom up the Pacific Highway, then onto the F3. Where are we going?
We hit the F3 and head up to the Hawkesbury River. We seem to be going
at amazing speeds. As the other two ride beside us, I notice Nikky is
only gently holding onto Nick's shoulders. I'm hanging on tight, as if
my life depended on it. We go over the river then take an exit, A fews
moments later we end up in a car park for people who want to launch
their small boats into the Hawkesbury.
Beryl gets off her bike, complains the toilets are closed, wanders off
deep into the bush to pee, I'm glad I don't have to pee - that would be
a dead giveaway - I wouldn't even have the slightest idea how to fake
being a woman peeing in the bush.
We are just over an hour, by very fast bike, from my place. We're in
the middle of nowhere, There is no public transport, if they left me
here, the only help I could get is from the fishermen that would be
coming by at dawn. Would they be sympathetic to a guy in a skirt?
I'm looking at the river, Nikky comes up behind me
"So Chris why are you ashamed of your breasts."
"Eh."
In the distance I notice Nick inspecting her bike under a carpark lamp.
"I know some women strap them down with these bandages or wide pieces
of cloth to look more androgynous but you're so pretty, why hide them,
even get implants if they're too small. Look you're even covering them
now with your arms."
"Maybe you should also wear heels too, instead of those shoes."
I decide to change the topic.
"Nikky, how can you have such a loose grip on Nick when we're speeding
down the freeway at phenomenal speeds?"
"Oh Nick would never break the speed limit when Beryl is around. It
just seems faster on a bike."
"We were only going at 110km/h?"
"Maybe 120km/h."
"Don't worry you are in the safest hands possible. The boss, sorry, I
mean Beryl - boss is work speak - runs special courses for motorcycle
passengers and their drivers. As well as advanced motorcycle handling
courses. It's important for the passenger to also conserve her energy,
you don't need to have a tight grip on long straight stretches of road.
If Beryl wants you to have a tigher grip she'll shrug her shoulders in
a forward motion."
I walk around for a bit, noticing Nikky is taller than me. Beryl is now
talking to Nick, Nikky and I head back to them.
"Oh you're checking your bike now because you didn't have enough time
before because you were flirting with my new girlfriend, you're
jealous."
"Everyone is jealous of you boss, Chrissy is so pretty, I told her
about the grip tighter signal."
"Come on missy, lets put that helmet on you," Beryl says.
She puts on my helmet, telling me we're going to Palm Beach to see the
sunrise. Says if I get tired and need to stop I should tap her three
times, twice if I want her to go slower.
She lifts me up and puts me on the seat.
"Hitch that skirt up girl but don't show your panties ... LETS RIDE!"
We head back down the freeway. I experiment with a looser grip on this
straight bit of road. Then we turn off somewhere I don't know about. I
guess it's through the Ku-ring-gai National Park. I have no idea of the
time. It's so dark, I have no idea where I am
Much later on we get to Palm Beach as the pre-sunrise twilight is
starting. Palm Beach is about an hour from the centre of Sydney but at
least there are buses.
"Chris isn't this pretty, this is where Home and Away is filmed," Nikky
says as we all walk around letting our muscles recover from the ride.
After looking out at the ocean, I turn around to see Nick and Nikky
making love on a blanket in the grass. Beryl takes off her jacket,
folds it up and puts it over the centre of her handle bars. She walks
over to me.
"Come on princess, time for some pre-dawn delight."
She lifts me up, cradling me in her arms. puts me down on top of her
upright bike with the folded jacket as a pillow. She hugs and kisses me
passionately as she tries to reach under my skirt, I close my legs and
try to brush her away. Oh dear this is going to be bad,
I start whispering, "please stop, please stop."
"Oh no missy, you'll learn my fingers are just as good as anything
else.
"She moves her free hand up my top, I try to stop her. She then quickly
moves that same hand up my skirt.
"HE'S A FUCKING BLOKE!!"
I fall off the top of the bike and get back on my feet very quickly.
She's on one side of the bike and I'm on the other.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING."
"She moves to grab me, I start running up the track towards Barrenjoey
Head. I've never run 100 metres faster in my whole life. She's not
going to grab me now.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT! YOU FUCKEN LIAR," Beryl screams from afar.
I scream back.
"I TRIED TO TELL YOU BUT NONE OF YOU WOULD LISTEN. I TRIED TO TELL
YOU."
I keep a close eye on them, Nick and Nikky go over to her and console
her,
"I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME!"
They eventually get back on the bikes.
"FUCKEN WIERDO!" Beryl says in parting, they roar off.
I sit down in the grass and cry. Letting out the stresses of the whole
night.
When the tears fade. I remember my handbag was put under Beryl's
motorbike seat.
I have no phone, no purse, no money or keys.
I burst into tears again, The girls should have called me Christopher,
I should have said I was Christopher.
At least Trish has the spare key to my place. Hopefully some spare
money too.
Normally I wish her all the best luck with men, I even put in a good
word for her to certain men - ours is a purely platonic relationship -
but I hope tonight of all nights she hasn't got lucky.
The earrings! My lovely earrings. That the girls all gave me, they're
lost forever, I start crying again.
As the tears dry up I seach the pockets of my denim jacket - the only
pockets I have.
Tissues, gum. what's this, A five dollar note. change from the bottle
of wine. It's been a few months but I still feel self conscious about
fumbling with my handbag and purse in front of other guys. The
bartender at the bar knows I'm a guy and is aways smirking at me,
Five dollars, what a relief.
Will it be enough to get me home?. I could buy a bus ticket as far as I
can go, leaving enough for a payphone call to Trish who can pick me up.
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"Yeah but that's a five dollar note love," the bus driver says in
response to me asking him how far I can go with $4.60.
I tell him it's all I have.
"Yeah but that's five bucks, not $4.60."
I tell him my boyfriend abandoned me at Palm Beach and I left my
handbag in his car and this is all I have. I need to go as far as I can
on $4.60 and then call my friend to pick me up.
"What a bastard. Where does your girlfriend live?"
"Neutral Bay."
"Oh I reckon that'll be enough for a trip to Neutral Bay for a damsel
in distress."
"That you sir."
Damsel in distress! This is so embarassing. At least no-one else was
watching that exchange, it would kill me.
"Reckon he's in for it once you and your mate find him. She live far
from Military Road?"
"Uh no, and thanks again."
"Then you won't have far to walk honey."
This is starting to make me cringe.
A couple of other passengers walk towards the bus and get on. A few
minutes later we're off.
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"Excuse me Miss, excuse me, you need to show your ticket."
I wake up slowly, I wonder where we are..
"You need to show your ticket."
I remember the bus driver only took my $5, he didn't give me a ticket.
"Hey Frank, is this the damsel in distress?" one of the ticket
inspectors calls out.
"Yeah the one in the denim jacket, she looks like hell."
"Yeah that's her, Better stay awake love, we're coming up to Mosman,
Neutral Bay's not far behind, the ticket inspector says.
The ticket inspectors get off at Mosman. A teenage girl taps me on the
shoulder, Her and her friend tell me it's terrible what my boyfriend
did to me.
An old lady sitting with her husband turns around and speaks. "Yes it
is and you two girls should learn from her bitter experience."
This is excruitiating.
"Are you okay love?" the old lady asks me.
I nod.
"My husband and I are getting off at Ben Boyd Road. Is that where
you're getting off. We can walk you to your friend's place to make sure
you're fine and she'll be there.
"No no, thank you, I'll be fine thank you."
A bit later we get off the bus, they end up following me, Husband asks
if I need to go to the police. Did he hurt me? I say nothing happened.
The lady says if he did hurt me I should go to the police straight
away.
This is excruitiating, it's like the whole world knows, why does it
have to be so public.
We (finally) get to Trish's building after a short walk.
"We'll wait here to make sure your friend is in."
I walk a few metres to the intercom.
"Trish it's Chris, let me in."
"Oh hi Chris, what's new with you darling, been having fun," she says
in a mock casual way, "You here to brag about (she lowers her voice)
Beryl."
"Just let me in, I'm in a world of pain and trouble."
She apologises, buzzes me in, I wave to the elderly couple they wave
back and walk off.
I get in the elevator, thank God it's empty. I start crying again.
Trish is waiting at the lift doors when it opens, see me in tears,
gives me a hug.
"She dumped me at Palm Beach and my handbag is under the seat of her
bike."
Trish immediately assumes I was robbed, I say no. I say that's where
she found out I'm a guy. Trish tries hard to stifle a laugh. She then
asks if I was abused or beaten, I said no.
"You're sure?" she asks.
She asks me if I had any sleep, I said a bit on the bus. She insists I
have a shower and go to bed in her spare room. While I'm asleep she
calls Wendy and gets her to go over to my place and make sure it's all
fine. She then calls the security people at work and tells them my card
has gone missing, fortunately they know her well - everyone knows her -
the pass key is disabled.
I wake up at about 2pm, All three friends are there. Trish hands me my
tracksuit and gives me the run-down on what she has done and insists I
stay the weekend. I say I'll be okay. Tells me she turned off her phone
after she sent her last SMS last night, Apologises profusely for doing
so.
"We've brought a large selection of clothes and other things from
you're place, you'll be fine for the weekend," she says.
"I think it's dangerous for you to be there if they have a key to your
place," Wendy says.
I nod and thank them.
"What happened Chris?" Debbie asks, handing me some sandwiches and a
mug of tea.
I swear them to secrecy, and tell them the whole story.
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