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FLAT MATES - Part 2
Chapter 8 - The Christmas Holidays
Note to Readers:
It had been my intention to call a pause in this story after Chapter 7. I
had, I thought, written a story that ended with a "cliff-hanger" that
would enable readers to imagine their own, and different, outcomes.
However, Reviewers were kind enough to say they liked what I had written
so far and to encourage me to continue; so I have! I hope you enjoy.
For new readers discovering "Flat Mates" for the first time; can I
suggest you might find it helpful to read the previous 7 chapters before
starting this one; otherwise you might have trouble making sense of the
story!
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I was in love with my flat-mate! What a situation to find myself in at
the end of my first term at University. Particularly as that flat-mate
happened to be a cross-dressing male and I, myself, was rapidly heading
in a similar direction!
Just to put things in context: until some eleven weeks ago when I moved
to Manchester to start my three year engineering degree at the University
of Manchester Institute of Science and Technology, I considered myself to
be a boringly normal, heterosexual male. I wasn't the world's greatest
stud, but I had enjoyed my fair share of sexual adventures whilst in the
sixth form at school and, more so, during my gap year, which I spent
travelling.
Then I come to Manchester and share a house with another, male, student
at UMIST; Gavin. (My name, by the way, is Kerris Thomas Wright; but I
hate the name "Kerris" and am known to my friends as "KT".) It transpires
that Gavin is a transvestite and I am soon introduced to his alter-ego,
"Gloria" - a stunningly beautiful blonde lady. Gloria encourages me to
accompany her to tranny friendly venues in "The Village - (Manchester's
gay quarter.)
It doesn't take Gloria long to inveigle me into skirts and heels and. to
my amazement, I love it! One of Gloria's friends christens me "Katy".
During the term I date both girls and boys but no-one seems to fill that
"special place" for me. Just before the end of term it hits me, like a
bolt of lightening, that I am in love with Gavin/Gloria and this shocks
me to the core.
Whilst I don't doubt my feelings for him/her to be genuine, are they
permanent or merely a fevered reaction to a heady few weeks during which
I have been so far thrown out of my accustomed comfort zone, that I don't
know whether I am standing on my head or my (high!) heels!!
Just put yourself in my place for a moment; for my whole life I have
been, depressingly, conventional. Growing up in a loving, middle-class
family I had never really had to question anything about myself. I took
it as natural that I dated girls; enjoyed sex with some of them; and
looked forward to someday marrying one and starting a family of my own.
So far, so normal; then, in a mere eleven weeks, I discover that I am a
cross dressing bisexual in love with another man who, incidentally, was
the one who got me into skirts in the first place! Is it surprising I
wanted space to draw breath and think things through?!!
My self-revelation took place a couple of days before I was due to go
home for the Christmas holidays. Somehow I managed to hide my immediate
state of shock from Gavin and resolved to use the couple of weeks at home
away from him to take stock of what I really felt and wanted of our
relationship.
Accordingly, two days later I rose early; grabbed my bag, which I had
packed the day before, and crept downstairs to catch a bus to Piccadilly
Station and my train to Scarborough - where my family live. Gavin was
still asleep in his room and I took care not to disturb him. I left a
Christmas present and card for him on the kitchen table. As I got on the
bus and looked back towards my house, I wondered what my reactions would
be when I next saw it in some two weeks time.
My mother was waiting for me at Scarborough station and drove me home in
her car. Naturally she was delighted to have her "baby boy" home again
and was eager to hear all about my first term at University. (Like most
sons away from home for the first time, I hadn't been too good at ringing
home!) I managed to satisfy her curiosity without revealing anything
about my new dressing habits!
Dad was, of course, at work when we arrived home but my two sisters were
there and welcomed me warmly. Madeleine, my elder sister, was studying
clinical psychology at Edinburgh University and had arrived home a couple
of days before me. She is my "big sis" and some three years older than
me. My "little sis", Fiona, was in the second-year sixth at school and
was busy preparing to take her A-levels. We all enjoyed a light lunch,
swapping stories of what we had been up to since we were last all
together. Again, I managed to skirt - (pardon the pun!) - around the
facts of my newly discovered sexuality.
I spent the afternoon unpacking my things and shopping for last minute
presents in town. I was not too surprised to discover that Gavin had
secreted a Christmas present for me in the bottom of my bag. It was
beautifully wrapped with a big "sticky" on the front warning me to make
sure I opened it "in private"! (I deliberately left it unopened until
right at the end of Christmas Day. When, in the privacy of my bedroom, I
did open the parcel, I found it contained a lovely, full-length, ivory
nightgown and matching negligee. It was a very generous present. I
carefully repacked it and secreted it at the bottom of my bag under some
spare clothes. I did NOT fancy having to explain to my parents and
sisters why my flat mate was giving me a present of lingerie!)
Dad arrived home early and the five of us enjoyed a celebratory
"homecoming" meal with some really great wine. It was quite late when I
got to bed. It was strange being back in my old, single bed; I had become
used to sleeping in a double in Manchester. I won't bore you with the
detailed goings on over the next couple of days. Basically, like all
families, we had our little Christmas traditions - one of which was that
the three of us "children" decorated the tree on Christmas Eve before
going to Midnight Mass in our local church. Everyone's presents were
piled around the foot of the tree and, as every year, our sitting room
glowed with the warmth and expectation of Christmas.
Christmas Day and Boxing Day passed in the usual round of present
opening; eating and drinking just a bit too much; and playing silly
games. Boxing Day we went for our traditional morning walk along the
coast towards Filey.
The day after Boxing Day my sisters wanted to go into town to see what
bargains there were in the Christmas sale; Mum said she wouldn't join
them this year and enquired whether I wanted to go with them. "I know you
don't normally enjoy shopping Kerris" she said, "but now that you have to
fend for yourself, it might be sensible to stock up on a few new clothes
from the sales." To her surprise I agreed at once and the three of us
pulled on our coats and set off for the shops. "Does he have to come with
us?" Fiona moaned to Madeleine; "you know he will want to rush into the
first shop he comes to, grab whatever is nearest, and rush out again!" "I
promise I won't behave like that Fiona" I announced seriously. "I've
grown up and changed quite a bit this last term, and I realise that, for
girls, "shopping" is much more than just "buying". I'm happy to wander
around with you and let you take as much time as you like trying on
things." The two girls exchanged startled glances; this wasn't the
brother they remembered.
When we reached the shops, the girls hurried into Monsoon, gathering
garments off the racks as they went. With their arms full they hurried
off to the changing rooms. I settled in a comfy chair and waited for them
to try on their various choices. In truth I had seen several things on my
walk through the store that I, as "Katy", would have loved to try on but
as "Kerris" I would have to settle on admiring the choices of my two
sisters. The girls were soon out in their first outfits. They commented
critically on how well, or badly, the dresses suited each of them. They
were surprised when I added my four-penn'th, but had to acknowledge that
what I was suggesting was appropriate. "You've developed quite an eye for
style and colour" commented Madeleine. "I bet there is some girl in
Manchester who has taken you under her wing and is determined to smarten
you up!" I muttered that "Yes, there was someone like that" - never
letting on that the "girl" in question was actually a transvestite!
In the end we enjoyed a very happy afternoon wandering from shop to shop
trying on various garments. The girls even agreed to accompany me into a
few men's shops and commented favourably on the few items I purchased.
"Those are really nice" enthused Madeleine, "edgy, but not over the top.
The fact that you have lost weight means that clothes hang so much better
on you now. I can see you going down a "wow" with the girls in
Manchester."
All too soon New Year's Eve came around and, with it, the imminent ending
of my time at home. So far I had been too busy enjoying time with my
family to give much thought to the issue that faced me on my return to
Manchester. I resolved that I would definitely find a way for some
quality thinking before catching my train back to Manchester.
On New Year's Eve the whole family had been invited to a party at a
friend's house. This particular family were very stylish and, of course,
Mum and my sisters dressed themselves up to the nines. Even Dad discarded
his usual sweaters and jackets in favour of a pink shirt and fuchsia,
cashmere jumper. I was the last one down and my entry caused an in-draw
of breath from the rest of my family. In the past Mum had despaired of
getting me to wear anything but jeans and trainers. Tonight, however, I
was wearing my flared cream trousers, a teal-blue silk shirt, and my dark
blue, 1970's, fitted velvet jacket. My boots sported chunky Cuban heels
and I had washed and blow-dried my longish hair to give it a fair amount
of volume. Compared with what I wore in Manchester, it was very tame,
but, for my family, it was very much a "new me". "Well, dea,r" said
Mother nervously, "it is certainly an improvement on last year, but don't
you think it is just a bit effeminate? We wouldn't want our friends to
think you had become "gay", would we?"
"Stop picking on Kerris, Mother," interjected Madeleine. "You've been
banging onto him for years to smarten his act up. I think he looks very
nice. The "metro-sexual" look is all the rage at the moment and, for
once, Kerris is slap bang up to date!" Fiona chimed in supporting
Madeleine and Dad knew better than to get involved in an argument between
his women! I was pleased that Madeleine had stood up for me because, if I
am honest, I had wondered whether I had gone a step too far. The moment
passed and the five of us left the house and climbed into Dad's car. This
time I squeezed into the back with the girls, whilst Mum rode up front.
Madeleine breathed in my ear; "Are you wearing a thong under those
trousers? Only I notice that they are skin-tight over your bottom and
there is no sign of any underwear lines." I had no choice but to confess
I was. "Don't tell the others," I begged. "But a thong was the only pair
of pants that worked with these trousers."
"Of course I won't," she replied, "I know several male students in
Edinburgh who wear female knickers from time to time for the comfort they
give under tight clothes. I admire you for having had the gumption to buy
a pair. You are definitely growing up "little brother"!"
The party was a great success and there was no doubt that my outfit acted
as a "girl magnet". I had never had so many pretty girls cozying up to me
for a chat or dance. We didn't get home until about 3:00 am and, even
then the girls and I would have been happy to go on partying, but Mum and
dad eventually called it a night for all of us.
The day after New Year's Day, January 2nd, saw Madeleine's departure for
Edinburgh. As she kissed me goodbye, she whispered; "Enjoy your term in
Manchester; I can't wait to see what new tricks you learn. Easter could
be very interesting!"
Fiona was going out shopping with friends from school, so I pleaded that
I had an essay to write that had to be handed in first day back at Uni,
and closeted myself in my bedroom. I didn't do much writing, but I did,
finally, find the space to think seriously about how I was going to deal
with my sexual dilemmas back in Manchester. After weighing the merits of
many different courses of action, I finally concluded that the best thing
would be to wind the clock back; ignore much of what had occurred the
previous term; and, in short, reset my psyche to "factory settings"!
Namely; to stop dressing; broaden my circle of friends; seek out a girl
to date; and, without turning my back on the people I had spent time with
last term, ensure they did not constitute the entirety of my social life.
Having made the decision I felt much better and was able to go downstairs
and offer to cook a final meal for the four of us still at home.
It was an enjoyable evening and, the following morning, I said my
goodbyes and set off for the station with a joyful heart. I was certain I
could make my new plan work. If, at the end of the day, after having
tried to put my cross-dressing behind me, I still felt I was in love with
Gavin/Gloria; then that was a situation that would have to be faced
afresh. But before I got anywhere near that situation, I was determined
to do everything in my power to prove I needed to live a "normal",
"straight" life.
My train drew out of the station and I smiled inwardly; I had cracked it!
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