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FLAT MATES - Part 2
Chapter 9 - A New Term
When I dropped off the bus at Gladwin Road and entered the house I shared
with Gavin, the place was empty. Gavin was obviously "in residence" as
demonstrated by a pile of unwashed dishes in the sink, but he was clearly
out. I went upstairs to my room and unpacked my bag. Needless to say, Mum
had washed all my dirty clothes, so I came back to Manchester with a bag
of freshly laundered things. I had successfully managed to conceal
Gloria's Christmas present to from Mum, so I took that out and spread the
lovely garments on my bed. "Beautiful; but not for you young man" I
sternly reminded myself. Accordingly I carefully rewrapped them in tissue
paper and put them back in my bag, where they were swiftly joined by as
many of the female clothes I had acquired the previous term as I could
squeeze in. I was staggered by just how large a female wardrobe I had
built up in a very short time. After all I had only dressed on some three
or four occasions. Of course the fact that Frankie had given me piles of
things that would otherwise have gone to the tip, didn't help! Eventually
I found places for everything and put them away, resolved that they would
stay there until such time as I was certain about my sexual preferences.
I confess to some pangs of regret. I had learned to relish the swish of
light, floaty skirts and the tug of suspendered stockings on newly shaved
legs. But, for now, that was all in the past and henceforward it was
going to be jeans, tee-shirts, and trainers.
I had gone downstairs and was busy clearing up the kitchen when I heard
the front door slam and Gavin breeze in. "Hi KT," he called out, "how was
your Christmas?" I told him and asked about his. "Fine," he replied, "my
sister adored the earrings you bought me. She even insisted that the two
of us go out shopping to find a complimentary necklace!" In turn I
thanked him for the beautiful nightwear. "Of course I wasn't able to wear
it at home," I explained, "and, in fact, I'm not going to wear it at all
for the foreseeable future." I then explained to Gavin what I had decided
whilst in Scarborough. (Of course I omitted any reference to my feelings
for him/Gloria.) Not surprisingly he was very hurt, blaming himself for
encouraging me to cross-dress. I hasten to reassure him that it wasn't
that I hadn't enjoyed dressing; but that as everything had happened so
fast, I needed time and space to be sure that this was really what I
wanted for my future life. He sort of understood, but there was a
definite coolness between us.
"Look," I said, in an attempt to lighten the air, "why don't the two of
us go down to the Purple Python tonight? You can get your glad rags on
and I'll smarten myself up in male mode and we can catch up with what our
friends have been up to over the holidays. I don't intend to cut everyone
just because I have doubts about myself." Grudgingly Gavin conceded and
hurried off to get changed into full "Gloria" mode. Whilst she was busy,
seated at her dressing table, putting on her make-up and choosing her
outfit for the night - something I knew would take ages - I showered and
carefully shaved my legs and chest. I had become used to having a clean,
hairless body and I didn't see the necessity of changing that habit just
because I was reverting to male dress.
I thought long and hard about what I ought to wear. I needed to make a
statement to our friends about my new approach, but didn't want to slip
back into "scruffy student" mode. I settled on some of the new things I
had purchased in the Christmas sales - burgundy cords; pink shirt;
Chelsea boots; and my 1970's velvet jacket. I brushed my, by now long,
hair off my face and back into a male ponytail. I wondered whether I
ought to consider getting my hair cut shorter, but that seemed a shame -
it had taken so long to grow to this length! When I had finished
dressing, the image I presented was of a fashionably smart young man;
maybe a touch flashy, but definitely NOT effeminate. "That will do" I
thought.
Back downstairs, I opened a bottle of wine and sat sipping it quietly
whilst I waited for Gloria to complete her titivations! Eventually she
reappeared and, in spite of myself, my heart took a leap towards my
throat. Gloria looked adorable! She was wearing a pair of skin-tight,
white trousers; a boat-necked, forest green, tunic; and a pair of 5 inch,
peep-toed, green heels. She had chosen to wear her favourite short blonde
wig and I could see the emerald earrings I had bought her for her
Christmas present dangling from her lobes. Her mood had clearly improved
as she had got ready for she gave me a beaming smile and asked; "Do you
like the earrings now I am wearing them?" I hastened to assure her that
they looked great. She then insisted on drawing my attention to the
matching necklace she had purchased to go with them.
"Are you ready?" she enquired, grabbing her handbag. "Ready?" I replied;
"I've been waiting for you to appear for at least half an hour! Anyway,
there's no rush. I've opened a bottle of Riesling. Let's enjoy a glass
together before catching the bus; and so we did, sitting across from each
other in the lounge, sipping our wine and chatting away about our
respective Christmases. Gradually the tension between us faded and before
we set off to catch the bus, we were back into our old easy relationship.
As we walked to the bus stop, Gloria took my arm: "If you are going to
play the "man" from now on, you are going to have to be my "date" for the
night!" she joked. In truth I didn't mind. I found I still felt warmly
about her, but resolved that I had to give my New Year's Resolution time
before I even thought about whether my feelings for her were true or
false.
Many of the usual crowd were in at the Purple Python and were greeted
warmly. The "girls", Suzy in particular, wanted to know why I was
"improperly dressed" and was not at all pleased when I explained that she
had better get used to it, as this was how I was going to dress from now
on. She relented a bit when I explained my reasoning. "Look Katy" she
said, using the femme name with which she had christened me last term, "I
understand why you are doing what you are, but I am willing to bet you 20
quid that you won't last the term without getting back into a skirt. You
are a "natural" as a tranny and it won't take you long to realise it!"
"You're on" I replied. "?20 says I last in male clothes until Easter."
The bet was on and various other folk made their own wagers on the side.
I enjoyed the lively company of our friends. The fact that I was the only
one in male drab didn't seem to inhibit the conversation and a good time
was had by all. About midnight Gloria and I headed home as we were
starting classes the following morning and needed to get some sleep. I
made a point of avoiding any goodnight embraces or a kiss on the cheek -
we had sort of become accustomed to such signs of affection last term -
and we both retired to our own bedrooms.
The next couple of weeks were really hard work. My tutors decided to step
up the work rate, having given us, as they put it, a gentle time during
our first term! I was enjoying my course and found the new work
stimulating. I still worked with Sally as my lab partner and she
complimented my on my new "look". "I thought you were really brave when
you came out wearing nail varnish and all" she said "but your new style
is much more sophisticated and "together". I really like it." I thanked
her and wondered whether it might be worth trying to resurrect our
previous, unconsummated, relationship. Reluctantly I concluded it
wouldn't be a good idea to try it on again with Sally; we were good
friends, but that was as far as it was going to go.
As part of my resolution to broaden my circle of friends, I made a point
of getting pally with some of the other chaps on my course. One of them
asked whether I played cards and, on learning that I did, invited me to
card school which a few of them had set up on a weekly basis. It wasn't a
particularly serious card school; we mostly played poker for small change
and, occasionally, the pot might get as large as ?5! Really it was a
social gathering; a chance to sup a few beers; chat, and finish the
evening off with a good curry - (of which there is no shortage in
Manchester). I found I had a knack for poker and soon became a regular
attendee.
One evening, one of the guys had a run of bad hands and, having also had
a few too many beers, started to get belligerent when he found himself
down some ?30. Finally he exclaimed, "Well that's it; I'm out of cash,
but I have two tickets for the Bruce Springsteen concert here. They cost
me ?30 each and I'll wager them on one final hand to try and break even.
I'm sure my luck is about to change." Naturally the rest of us tried to
dissuade him. If he lost this hand he would, effectively, be ?90 out of
pocket; a sum not easily affordable when one is a student! However he was
adamant and, eventually, the cards were dealt. Bidding rose quickly and
soon there was ?30 on the table, plus the Bruce Springsteen tickets.
Players folded their hands until; at last, it was just him and me. The
tension was almost unbearable as the moment arrived when we each had to
reveal our cards. I laid down a full-house - Queens and Tens - whilst he
had 3 Aces. The pot, including the tickets, was mine!
Because this was in essence a friendly game, I pressed him to take the
tickets back but he refused. "I knew what I was doing when I wagered
them," he said. "I lost and that's it." However I continued to argue that
he couldn't afford to take such a financial hit and eventually, somewhat
reluctantly, he agreed to my paying for one of the tickets and I handed
over ?30 from my winnings.
In truth I would have happily paid him a premium for the tickets. When it
had been announced that Springsteen would be playing at the Manchester
Arena, tickets had sold out in a couple of hours. I had failed to get any
in the original allocation and had been trying, fruitlessly, to get my
hands on some ever since - and now a pair had fallen into my lap!
When I arrived home after the game, I rushed excitedly into the living
room and shouted at Gavin; "I've got them; two tickets for Springsteen.
Do you want to come with me?" When he had calmed me down and I had
explained how I had come by the tickets, Gavin became equally animated.
"Of course I'll come," he said. "You aren't the only one who has been
searching the town for tickets!"
The concert was that Friday night and the two of us set of for the Arena
in high excitement. Needless to say Gavin was in full "Gloria" mode;
tight mini-dress, heels, and long, dangly earrings. I dressed smartly,
but casually, in button-down shirt, slacks, and loafers. "Now no throwing
your knickers at the band" I jokingly admonished Gloria. She laughed and
took my arm. I was glad we were back on easy terms together. The concert
was great and, although our seats were quite a long way from the stage,
the two of us had a great time.
We travelled home in a state of high excitement, exchanging remarks like:
"...I thought he played xxx brilliantly" "...what did you think of the
backing for yyy?" and so on; all the usual things you do and say after a
great concert. We were both too wound up to go straight to bed, so opened
a bottle of wine and sat drinking and reminiscing about what we had just
heard. "Thank you so much for taking me," she gushed, "I can't remember
enjoying myself so much for ages" and, leaning over, she gave me a kiss
on the cheek. I couldn't help myself; I turn my face towards her and
kissed her back full on the mouth. Time passed.....! Eventually we broke
for air. "I'm so sorry" I mumbled in embarrassment. "I can't think what
came over me."
"Don't apologise," Gloria responded, "I've wanted to kiss you properly
for ages but was too scared to take the initiative."
"Do you really mean that?" I gasped. "I've been fighting against my
feelings for you since last term. That was the main reason why I changed
my behaviour since Christmas." We kissed again.......and more time passed!
At last we sat back and stared at each other. "You do realise what a
momentous point we have reached tonight?" I enquired. "You have always
told me that you were a straight cross-dresser and I; well I'm not too
sure what I am, but I always thought it was "straight". Now everything
has been thrown up in the air. What are we going to do?" Gloria smiled
happily and snuggled up close to me. "I don't know and I don't care" she
giggled. "You are the "man"; you make the decisions!" Well, that reduced
both of us to fits of laughter and served to ease the tension. "Well if
you insist that the decision is mine," I started. "I rule we both go to
our own beds now and see how we feel in the morning. We are both on a
"high" right now and in no fit state to think seriously." Gloria agreed
and, after another protracted bout of kissing, we went up to our
respective rooms.
It took me ages to get to sleep. On the one hand I was delighted that my
feelings for Gavin/Gloria were now out in the open and that he/she
appeared to feel the same way about me. On the other, the implication was
that I was gay - or at least bisexual. Could I cope with that, having
considered myself "straight" for all my life until this moment?"
Eventually I did doze off and woke the next morning with a splitting
headache!
On descending to the kitchen, I found Gavin was in a similar state to me.
Silently he passed me a mug of black coffee and two aspirin. We sat
silently across the table from each other until our heads cleared a
little. I got up; walked round the table; bent; and kissed Gavin on the
mouth. "Well I feel the same this morning as I did last night" I
announced, "How about you?" "Me too" he responded and threw his arms
around my neck. We both had classes scheduled that morning so couldn't
take our conversation any further. We sat silently side by side on the
bus as we travelled into Manchester and parted, still without saying
anything but both deep in our own thoughts, to go to our separate
lectures.
I arrived home first that evening and hurried to put the bottle of
champagne I had purchased in the fridge to chill. Assuming Gavin hadn't
changed his mind during the day, we would have something to celebrate
this evening! And he hadn't changed his mind! He too burst into the
kitchen carrying a bottle of champagne and we fell about with laughter at
both being so predictable.
Over drinks that evening we talked seriously about our feelings and the
implications that flowed from that. We agreed to take things slowly
between us. We were already living together and there was no need to rush
into anything; we could let events take their course. For the time being,
at least, we would continue to sleep in our own rooms.
And that's how things continued for the next week. On the Friday I went
to my card school whilst Gloria glammed up and headed out to the Purple
Python. She had told me when we first met that acting and performing were
a big part of her life and, indeed, I had been to see "Gavin" play the
part of Sir Thomas Moore in a production of the "Man for All Seasons" the
previous term. "Gloria" was now turning her talents to profitable use and
was performing a regular singing spot on a Friday night at the Python.
Once again I was first home and this time it was Gloria who burst
excitedly into the lounge waving a pair of theatre tickets in her hand.
"Guess what?" she enthused. "Dream Boats and Petticoats" are playing the
Palace tomorrow night and they gave the Club a few complimentary tickets.
Knowing I like 50's and 60's music, George, the doorman, put a couple
aside for me. This time I'm taking you out and tomorrow night you are
going to be my "date"!"
This was fine by me. I too enjoyed retro music and "Dream Boats and
Petticoats" - which was essentially a teenage love story wrapped around
loosely around hits from the 50's and 60's - had received very good
reviews. "There is one proviso" continued Gloria. "This time I'm going to
be the man and you will be my girl!"
"I can't" I protested. "What about my bet with Suzy that I will keep out
of skirts until at least after Easter?"
"Oh come on," reposted Gloria. "What is ?20 in the great scheme of
things? And you know you will enjoy it; just think of the swirly skirts
and suspenders!" She was right.....and I was lost! Naturally I capitulated.
The following morning I dragged all my feminine clothes out of storage to
see what I had that might be suitable for a 50's/60's evening. My
underwear was, in the main fine. I had a suspender belt but lacked a pair
of seamed, fully-fashioned nylons. I had a few tops which might do but no
suitable skirt. I quickly dressed and hurried into town to visit Frankie.
(Frankie is a woman who runs a "dressing service" for trannies who can't
dress at home. She usually has a rail of second-hand clothes "on sale"
and she had been very helpful to me in the past.)
When I explained to Frankie what I was after, she said she was sure she
could help me. Rummaging through her stockroom, she produced a sweet
circular skirt. It was made of lilac cotton, printed with tiny white
polka-dots, and with a deep frill around the hem. In her other hand
Frankie held a mass of lilac, net petticoats. "You will need the
petticoat to get the full effect of the skirt" she explained.
"Unfortunately, whilst I can let you have the skirt for a reasonable
price, I can't let the petticoats go; they are just too expensive to
replace." My face fell. "But don't worry" Frankie continued. "As it's
you, I'll loan them to you for the evening. Just take care not to rip
them or you will have to buy them off me and that will cost!" It was a
kind and generous offer and I accepted immediately. I knew I had a white
sweater at home that would just be right for the skirt. I would need to
buy a pair of white heels but I knew a shoe shop that offered cheap
fashion shoes at very good prices. I was sure I would be able to pick up
a pair there. Then Frankie produced her piece-de-resistance. It was a
sealed packet of brand new, fully fashioned nylons. "I found a place that
supplies retro accessories" she explained. "They're not cheap; ?10 in
fact, but they will set the outfit off a treat!" So, of course, I bought
them!
I had no trouble finding a cheap pair of white heels and, on impulse,
popped into a jeweller's and had my ears pierced!
That afternoon, as I laid all my feminine accoutrements out on my bed, I
felt a thrill of anticipation and knew, finally, that I could never,
totally, give up cross-dressing. I took my time over getting ready;
luxuriating in a leisurely, scented bath, before sitting down in front of
my mirror to apply my make-up. I squeezed myself into my corset and made
sure my boobs protruded nicely from the top of my bra. Gingerly I opened
the packet containing my new nylon stockings and, first rolling them
down, slid them carefully up my, newly shaven, legs. I found it wasn't
that easy fastening the stockings to my suspender belt. The seams just
didn't seem to want to run straight up the back of my leg. Eventually, of
course, I managed it and stood with my back to a full-length mirror,
twisting my neck to try and see the effect; I loved it!
I stepped into Frankie's wonderful, lilac, net petticoats and settled
them around my waist. I pulled my white sweater over my head - taking
care not to smear it with make-up - and tucked it into the top of my
petticoats. Finally I gathered the full skirt in my hands and, gently,
lowered that over my head. As I settled it into place and gently sung my
hips, the swirl of the full skirt and net petticoats across my nylon
covered legs was mind-blowing. I slipped my feet into my new white heels
and fastened a simple gold chain around my neck. I knew I couldn't wear
earrings in my newly pierced lobes, but the sleeper studs the jeweller
had used were quite ornate and would glint through my long blonde wig. I
had already painted my nails a deep shade of pink, so it only remained
for me to grab my white clutch-bag; check that it contained everything I
might need; and head downstairs to present myself for Gavin's inspection.
He too had made great efforts to dress in role. From the wardrobe store
of his theatre company, he had borrowed a complete 1950's "Teddy Boy"
suit. From the top of his quaffed and lacquered hair; through his bottle
green, knee-length jacket; white shirt with boot-lace tie; black, black,
drain-pipe trousers; to his crepe-soled "brothel creepers", he totally
looked the part. He had even glued a narrow moustache to his upper lip. I
couldn't avoid giggling and clapped my hands in admiration of his
appearance. "OK doll," he asked casually, with a sneer on his lips. Of
course this set both of us off again and it was some while before we
calmed down and were able to congratulate each other on our outfits.
Gavin asked me to "give him a twirl" and made the right noises about my
seamed stockings. I told him that men just didn't realise what we girls
had to go through to look beautiful for them.....more laughter!
The show was another great success, with the audience on its feet for
much of the time whooping and joining in the songs. At the end, when the
cast invited audience members up on stage, I needed no urging and Gavin
and I bopped away with the best of them!
Once again, when we got home we were both too excited to sleep, so
another bottle of wine was opened and we cuddled up on the sofa. This
time it was my turn to nestle into Gavin's arms and it didn't take long
before we were kissing passionately. I could feel tension in my groin as
my cock tried to become erect within the confinement of my tight panties.
Resting my hand on Gavin's lap, I could tell, even more obviously, that
he was in a similar state of arousal. Gently I unzipped his fly;
unbuckled his belt and slid my hand inside his underpants. Apart from my
brief experience with Alec, this was the first time I had handled another
man's cock and I wanted to make sure it was a beautiful moment for Gavin
and I. Gently stopping me, Gavin whispered, "Let's do this together", so,
rising, we helped each other out of our clothes until we were both just
in our underwear. (Gavin insisted I keep on my suspenders, stockings and
heels!)
While we kissed, I slid my hand back inside his boxer shorts, whilst he
put his inside my knickers. Our mutual stimulation didn't take long to be
effective and, gasping, we both came pretty much simultaneously. We
kissed gently; another important milestone had passed for us. Hand in
sticky hand we went upstairs. I used the bathroom first and, whilst Gavin
took his turn, I rushed into my bedroom and rummaged through my things
until I found the nightdress he had bought me for Christmas. Stripping of
the remainder of my clothes, except for my bra and breast forms, I
slipped the nightdress over my head, pulled a pair of reasonably matching
knickers up my legs; ran a brush through my tangled wig; and gave myself
a quick squirt of perfume. When Gavin came out of the bathroom, he found
me lying provocatively on his bed.
"Why don't you get into a nightdress and wig as well," I suggested. Gavin
hastened to comply and it was "Gloria" who slid into bed next to me. We
kissed and cuddled but both agreed that we had gone far enough for one
night, so soon snuggled down under the covers, wrapped in each others
arms.
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