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FLAT MATES
Chapter 6: Coming out the other side
I slept very heavily and was only woken by Gavin bringing me in a cup of
tea. "I thought you might need this," he said with a grin.
I groaned; "I've got a hell of a head this morning and I can't blame it
all on the booze." I then proceeded to enlighten Gavin as to what had
happened the previous evening. "I could kick myself," I concluded.
"Everything had gone fine; it was a brilliant evening; and Alec and I
were starting to become friendly. Just "friends", nothing more; and then
I have to go and behave so stupidly. It's not as if you hadn't warned me
to be on my guard. And the worst of it is Alec has caused me to question
my own sexuality. I can't deny I was turned on by him last night."
Gavin listened to my ranting patiently and with great calmness. He didn't
ask any questions or pass any judgements. He merely sat there and
listened. Eventually, when he could see I had come to the end of my
story, he quite quietly said, "Don't worry and brood on it. Just let
things settle and take your time. Problems like this always resolve
themselves if you allow enough time." I knew this was good advice but,
equally, that it was easier to express the intention in words than to put
it into practice.
"Well one thing is for sure," I grumbled. "That was definitely the last
time EVER that I will wear a skirt. From now on I'm going nowhere near
The Village or its clubs."
"Don't be so melodramatic," admonished Gavin, "and for goodness sake
don't let this one little incident ruin your social life. You know you
have started to make some very good friends through going to the clubs.
The fact that some are gay, others straight, and the rest not sure,
doesn't stop them being good mates. Look at you and I; we get along
alright don't we? Well if you apply your current rule to us, we will
never talk again!"
He was right, of course, and his remarks about the two of us brought me
up short. Over the last few weeks Gavin had become my best mate. He was
closer to me than anyone else and I shared confidences with him that I
would never reveal to my family. The fact that he was a transvestite and
liked to dress as a woman had never been a problem between us. And again,
trying to be honest with myself neither had the fact that he had coerced
me into skirts. He had only suggested that it might be socially
appropriate to dress in a style acceptable to others in our circle and I
hadn't put up much of a fight before accepting his suggestions. What is
more I knew deep down that I was actually enjoying wearing the lighter,
more colourful fabrics generally reserved for the female half of the
population. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn't want to give up my
lovely new clothes and revert to boring old jeans and sweat-shirts. Maybe
I was actually a cross-dresser after all - just as Suzy had predicted!
It was almost as if Gavin was reading my thoughts because he continued;
"And Alec was right about one thing you know; you really are a natural
when it comes to dressing. I have never known anyone take to it so
quickly. You are already easily mistakable for a true female." I wasn't
sure I wanted to hear this but it did chime directly with what I was
thinking. I smiled and thanked Gavin for his patience in hearing me out.
"You know what they say about not leaving something that has scared you
too long before trying it again," he continued, as he picked up the tea
things. "I suggest we make a date to go down to the Python this coming
Friday; both dressed to the nines and ready to knock them in the aisles!"
I took a decision. "OK, you're on!" I said, and we shook hands on the
deal.
It was coming up to the end of term and I had quite a few assignments to
complete for my University course, so I didn't have much time to brood
over the next few days. In fact I was somewhat surprised to return home
late on the Friday afternoon to discover that our "deal" was upon us and
that Gloria was already well advanced in getting ready. "Hurry up and
have your shave and shower she called out. I've heated the water so it's
all ready for you. Then I'll come and give you a hand with your corset
and make-up. Remember we need to look like a million dollars tonight!"
Well a deal is a deal, so I did as Gloria suggested and soon "Katy" was
seated in front of her mirror starting to apply her foundation. A few
minutes later Gloria came through to my room. She had completed her make-
up and was wearing her wig and underwear beneath a silk robe. She set to
on my face and swiftly produced an image of a confident sexy woman. "I've
taken the decisions about what we are going to wear tonight," she said,
"and your clothes are laid out on the bed." I hadn't noticed, but Gloria
had clearly gone through all things we had got from Frankie and put
together an ensemble for me.
I hurriedly put on my foundation garments and Gloria helped tighten my
corset to give me the smallest waist yet; I could hardly breathe. "You'll
be fine; stop being a wimp and suffer for your beauty!" she barked at me
when I had the temerity to suggest it could be a little looser. It was
suspender belt and nude stockings - "no tights for us tonight my girl;
it's a "flash of garter" time!" as Gloria succinctly put it! The skirt
she had chosen for me was actually a multilayered waist petticoat. Layers
of black nylon, netting and lace hung to my knees; each layer trimmed
with a hem of pink ribbon. It swirled and swished delightfully as I
moved. On top Gloria helped me first into a long-sleeved, sheer, black
nylon tee and over that a little black lace shrug that she knotted just
below my bosom. To bridge the gap around my middle, she had found
another, bright red, waist cinch that she used in lieu of a belt. A pair
of plain black court shoes - with very high heels, of course - completed
the outfit.
The effect of the double corseting was to push my loose chest flesh even
further up and in; I had never had such cleavage as I was displaying
tonight! For jewellery Gloria had raided her own collection and come up
with a beautiful, delicate necklace of pink beads arranged in a filigree
pattern that just filled the space above the round neckline of the tee.
Matching, long dangly earrings were inserted in my lobes and simple black
beaded bracelets on each wrist.
The Gloria delivered her piece-de-resistance. She was loaning me he long
wavy blonde wig that I had worn for our visit to Frankie's. This time,
however, she had dressed it by adding a hairpiece in top so that I had
piles of hair on the top of my head that then fell in gently curls and
waves to my shoulders. Even if I do say it myself; I looked stunning -
and all due to Gloria's skill, of course! "Now paint your nails while I
go and get dressed," ordered Gloria. "I suggest the deep pink rather than
red." I did as I was told and was sitting there waiting for the third
coat of varnish to dry properly when Gloria returned.
For her outfit Gloria had chosen a purple velvet mini-dress. Long-sleeved
and coming high to the throat, what it concealed at the top it more than
made up for by what it revealed at the bottom! I said it was a mini-
dress; actually the skirt was more like a pelmet! Barely skimming her
bum, she was clearly going to have her work cut out not to constantly
flash her knickers and stocking tops. She showed me how she had shortened
her suspender tabs as tight as they could go and had chosen a pair of
stockings that didn't really have any visible welt. Gloria had kept her
jewellery deliberately simple; just a plain gold choker and hoop earring.
She was wearing her favourite short, blonde wig and a pair of burgundy
peep-toe heels.
"Well do you think we will raise a few eyebrows tonight?" she asked with
a grin as we stood side by side looking at our reflections in the mirror.
"Just one final flourish for you," she announced, pinning a red fabric
flower in the side of my top-knot. We grabbed our handbags and were ready
for the off.
It was still a bit early to go to the club. We were determined to make an
effect with our entrance and for that we needed there to be quite a crowd
in already. "I've ordered the taxi for 9.30pm," said Gloria "so we have
about an hour to kill. Let's have a couple of glasses of bubbly to get us
in the mood." Suiting her actions to her words she vanished off into the
kitchen and returned bearing two flute glasses and a bottle of chilled
prosecco. "I thought the budget would stand our pushing the boat out
tonight," she announced as she uncorked the bottle. The wine was
delicious and by 9.30 we had finished the lot, for, as Gloria said, "once
it's been opened you know it won't keep"!
Manchester taxi drivers must see a lot of sights in the course of their
work but tonight Gloria and I were really something else. The driver was
one who we had used several times before - in both male and female roles
- and nothing had fazed him before. Tonight, however, his eyes stood out
like organ stops. "Bloody hell girls, you are an invitation to dalliance
and no mistake! Are you sure you will be safe going into town dressed
like that?" It was kind of him to be concerned for us and we reassured
him as best we could. We asked him to drop us off just short of the
Purple Python Club so that we could enjoy the benefit of sauntering past
the queue waiting for entry. As we minced up the road, our heels clacking
on the cobbles and our backsides swaying gently under the combined
effects of tight corseting and very high heels, we were subject to quite
a few coarse remarks; wolf whistles; and snooty glares from genuine
girls. We loved every moment of it!
"Thank you for suggesting this," I whispered in Gloria's ear. If I hadn't
come out tonight, I really don't think I would have ever dared to show my
face in The Village again."
"You're welcome, love," came her reply, "that's what friends are for; to
see for you what you cannot see for yourself." She is a true friend and I
am lucky to have met her.
Needless to say we weren't asked to queue but were immediately ushered
into the Club, much to the annoyance of couples who had been waiting in
line for some time. As we reached the top of the final flight of stairs
leading down to the dance floor, I took a deep breath - (well as deep a
one as I could, wearing not one but two corsets) - this was the moment of
truth; could I handle this. We paused briefly at the top of the steps and
looked around to see which of our friends were in. We were immediately
spotted by Suzy, Tanya and the others and their shrieks of delighted
amazement at our appearance, ensured that other eyes swung round to see
the cause of all the fuss.
We sashayed down the steps and across the floor to the table where our
friends were sitting. They immediately demanded to know what we were up
to and, without going into details, Gloria indicated that I had been
badly scared and that this was shock treatment to get me back on my feet
again. "Well whatever it was that scared you, Katy," said Suzy. "It
certainly has had the effect of bringing your femininity to the fore. I
thought you looked lovely at my party, but tonight you are an absolute
knock-out. The rest of us girls are going to have to look to our laurels
or we will be left in the shadows." It was lovely of her to say this and
I felt a warm glow inside.
Just then I spotted Alec across the other side of the room. This was
something I was going to have to face - and the sooner dealt with the
better. So I excused myself to the other girls and crossed to where he
was standing. "Hallo Alec," I started, "I needed to talk to you after
last weekend. It was great going out with you and I really enjoyed our
time at the restaurant, but you aren't the person for me. I know that now
and guess that is partly why I freaked out as I did. If it had felt
right, I think I would have gone with the flow. I'm sorry. I don't want
to hurt your feelings and I would like to stay on good terms. What do you
say?"
"I can't say I'm surprised by what you say," he replied. "I have thought
of ringing you during the week but, like you, decided it would be better
to talk face to face. I really do fancy you and I guess it was the fear
of being rejected that stopped me calling. I don't think we can risk
repeating our date and I guess we won't ever be close, but no hard
feelings and just I hope we are both man enough to buy each other a drink
from time to time if we bump into each other."
His reference to our shared male status served to break the ice. Here I
was dressed like an adolescent's wet dream but underneath all my finery I
had just the same plumbing as Alec! I rose onto my toes and kissed him
quickly on the cheek before heading back to my table and my girlfriends.
I still wasn't sure where I stood vis-?-vis sexuality. I had always like
girls and, indeed, had had reasonable success with them in the past.
However, it hadn't worked out with Sally who had viewed me as more of a
girlfriend than a potential partner. Then there had been the incident
with Alec. I didn't think I was gay, but I had been aroused when he
kissed me and I had tossed him off on my own volition. Was I straight,
gay, or bi? Oh well, maybe time would reveal all.
Mckenna
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