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Caitlin and James - Part three By Cherie Petersson Chapter nine James dozed off to sleep soon after we had sex. I lift up the covers and admire his naked body. It's not that muscular, but it is well toned, quite beautiful in a sort of androgynous way. The condom is hanging off his spent penis, threatening to fall off, I remove it and grab some tissues and wipe his penis. He stirs a little but stays asleep. Poor guy, he must have got up very early to get his hair done and get everything ready for that delicious breakfast I had. I decide to get up and let him sleep, that'll give me a good chance to have a look around his house. In the laundry I see my stuff drying in the morning sunshine coming through the window. He must have handwashed everything. In the loungroom I notice the place is furnished very a feminine manner, probably from when his Aunt Mary had the place. On his coffee table are Madison and Cosmopolitan magazines. He has subscriptions to both! I also notice there are a few Vogue magazines on his book shelf. The kitchen is very much a kitchen for serious cooking - a mix between an old style country kitchen and one you'd find in a good restaurant. That reminds me, his chocolates, what kind of person makes his own chocolates? I carefully study the chocolates and there are no brand names on them. I can't resist but pop a few in my mouth, they're just like James - adorable!. They definitely taste different, and nicer, from any chocolates I've tasted. I walk up the hall and see there are three bedrooms one is set out like an office or a study with a sofa bed. At the end of the hall is the largest bedroom, with an ensuite, it must have been Aunt Mary's room, it's very big. It seems he has kept it exactly as it was when she was alive. There is a four poster bed with a canopy, the colour theme for the room is lavender. On top of a chest of drawers there seems to be something like a shrine to Aunt Mary. A collection of pictures with a lit candle in front of them. There are pictures of Mary from the times she was a model to when she was old. There are also pictures that include James. They both have straight brunette hair and with it long he looks just like his aunt. My favourite picture is of him with his hair in high pigtails with with bannana curls and pink ribbons. small pink hoops earrings, bangles, and pink gumball necklace, a pink taffeta dress and black Mary Jane shoes. From what I've heard of his life he must have been 16 or 17 years-old but he looked 12 years-old. In the corner of Mary's bedroom is an old-style hood hair dryer, I can just imagine Jame rolling his aunt's hair in the latter months of her life when she was quite weak. There is also a large bowl of used rollers he was wearing in his hair earlier, that humming sound I heard when I woke up must have been him under the hair dryer. Just like James' room her room has a make up table almost the same. I wander back to his bedroom, which is much smaller than Mary's. The colour scheme is pink, well, sort of a dusty rose. I find it a little strange that he hasn't moved into Mary's bedroom. I sit at his make-up table and quietly look through his jewellry boxes and table drawers. He has more jewellry, hair accessories, make up and beauty products than I have ever had! I quietly open the door to his wardrobe, there are fewer dresses than I expected but all the clothes are women's brands, no mens' brands. I notice the chair in the corner where my darling boy lovingly laid out my clothes, he even put a couple of towels out for me. I decide to take a shower. After I finish, I go back into his bedroom he's still asleep. Just as I'm putting my panties on I look over to him and notice that his eyes are open.. "Good morning Caitie," he says with a beaming smile. "It's not often I wake up and see a gorgeous women at the foot of my bed, I could get used to it." I decide not to cover myself up and instead go over to him and kiss him good morning. "You were terrific a couple of hours ago," I say. "That was my first time Caitie, I'm so pleased that I'm no longer a virgin, and I'm so glad that it was you, you're absolutely wonderful," he replies kissing me back. I give him a hug burying his face in my bare breasts. I continue getting dressed and notice that James is watching my every move. As I'm putting on my boots James starts getting out of bed. We both stand up at the same time, and I block his path. We stand facing each other, he completely naked except for his earrings and bangles and me towering over him in my high heeled boots, jeans and a simple blue blouse. "And where do you think you're going?" I say to him, a little menacingly, but not too serious. "I was going to get you a cup of coffee." "I don't feel like coffee right now." James tries to get past me to get to his nightie but I don't let him through. I'm really enjoying intimidating him a little, he obviously doesn't like being naked in front of me. I also love the power exchange of him naked and me fully dressed and towering over him. "May I brush your hair Caitie?" James asks. "Of course." I sit down and James reaches for his nightie, I tell him to leave it. "I want to keep perving at your cute body." James then spends the next 5 to 10 minutes brushing and blow drying my hair, a little nervously, while I check out his naked body, and erect penis, from every angle both in front of me and in the mirror. Chapter 10 He showers and gets dressed while I check out the surf on his computer. After about 10 minutes I hear him getting out of the bathroom I go to tell him my plans for the day. I stand in the doorway, he has his towel wrapped around him, up on his chest, in the same way a woman would wear a towel. He takes the shower cap off and teases his hair. He take off the towel and reaches for his panties. I walk in to the bedroom, he notices me and grabs his towel and covers himself up. "I just wanted to tell you my plans for the day and wanted to know if you'd like to come along," I say. He is staring at me with a shocked look on his face. "I was getting dressed, can it wait?" James says. "Look at you, you prude, covering yourself up. In case you've forgotton, I've already seen you naked," I reply to him. "Well, I'm sure you've seen enough," he says, still holding his towel in front of him, backing away from me. I laugh and shake my head and ask him if he wants another cup of coffee, he nods. "That'll give you time to be presentable for me," I say moving towards him. He keeps backing away, but when there is no where for him to go, I corner him, kiss him on the forehead and say: "If I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me?" He laughs, I hug him with him still holding the towel in front of him We separate and he looks at me with a big smile. "Well, Caitie, the answer to that is of course not, and of course I would let you," he says. I get his coffee and when I come back into the bedroom he's wearing a pair of black shorts and putting on a black and red t-shirt-like blouse over a red camisole. As he's fixing his hair and as he's putting on his make up I tell him about my beach-front apartment that I have owned since I graduated from law school. I ended up renting it out because in my early days as a lawyer I could barely afford it and Queenscliff was a little too far out for the long hours I worked. The current tenants are expected to move out next week and I need to go to the real estate agent today to talk to her. "I really want to move back into the place, Jamie. I absolutely love surfing and want to live near the beach again," I tell James. I ask him if he would like to come and he says yes. James finishes getting ready, he wears his hair down and he also puts on some flat unmasculine-looking sandals. He changes his jewellry to gold bangles and gold hoop earrings. He stresses a little when he can't find the handbag that is supposed to match the outfit but he eventually finds it after about five minutes of looking. He transfers every thing into the new handbag, then goes back to his mirror and primps his hair, making sure everything is perfect. I'm beginning to understand why guys complain about women taking so long to get ready. "Darling you look lovely, come on lets go," I say to him. He puts the handbag in the crook of his arm and we leave. We first go to my small one-bedroom flat that I have been renting for about a few years and pick up my surfboard and wetsuit - the surf at Queenscliff is great today. Chapter 11 The real estate agent in Manly mistakes Jamie for a woman. She thought I said Jane not James. "I'm sorry sweetheart it's just that you're so pretty, I thought you were a girl," she says. We sit down and talk about my apartment. The current tenants are moving out in three weeks time, that's longer than I was first told, I though they were moving out next weekend. That's a problem, because the lease on my rented place is up and I have to move out in 10 days. Before I have a chance to point this out to the real estate agent, she starts urging me to continue renting out my beach side flat. I bite my tongue as I let her finish, trying not to be angry in front of my new boyfriend. She finishes and I point out that I'm keen to live there myself and mention the misunderstanding. The real estate agent flatly says that it was my mistake. I sit in silence, trying to calm down. James then asks the real estate agent to get a copy of the lease. While she is away, James take hold of my hand and gives me a kiss and tells me everything is going to be okay. He brushes my hair away from my face. "If the worst come to the worst, then you can stay with me for a few days, Caitlin," he says kissing me again. I'm so glad he's here to calm me down. The agent comes back with the contract, the lease is clearly up in three weeks. I point out to the agent that she told me the tenants were moving out next weekend. "I told your secretary they were thinking about moving out next weekend," she said. "She not a secretary, she's a personal assistant," I say through gritted teeth. James start to speak, but the agent interrupts him. "Well whatever she is, she got it wrong," the agent says. James puts his hand on my back and rubs it and holds my arm with his other hand. "Well anyhow. Caitlin definitely wants them out when the lease is up. Have they been told that?" James asks. The agent looks at me not James when she says they have. "Well I think it would be a good idea that they are told again," James says. The agent is hesistant. "It would avoid anymore misunderstandings," James says. She answers, again looking at me, not James even though she is answering James' question. I stand up and tell her, a little hotly, that when my boyfriend asks her a question, it is polite to look at him when answering. James stands in front of me between the agent and myself. He grabs my wrists, dropping his handbag. "It's okay Caitie, everything is going to be fine," he whispers to me, he then tries to kiss me on the lips but I avoid him. "Is there an inconvenience?" the agent asks. "Only that I don't have a place to live for almost two weeks, and I've arranged time off work to move in," I say feeling more angry. "I can help with some short term accomodation," she says. "THE ONLY THING I WANT FROM YOU IS TO GIVE ME MY PLACE BACK," she says. I realise, I'm yelling. I see that James looks quite shaken although his hands are still holding my wrists quite firmly. I see his handbag is still on the floor. I sit down and pick it up for him. James looks me in the face and tells me quietly but sternly to go and sit in my car. I hesitate. He glares at me and says, "Now". I get up, he gives me a hug and tells me he'll look after everything. I don't go to the car, instead I go to a cafe next door. After about 10 minutes, James and the agent come and join me. James asks for my work fax number and the agent writes it down and leaves. "She is going to get the tenants to come to her office on Monday or Tuesday. They will sign a document acknowledging that they have to be out in three weeks and that signed document will be faxed to you at work and mailed to my home address," James says showing me an unsigned copy of the document that has a specific date and time they have to be out of the place . I smile and chuckle. "You'd make an excellent legal secretary Jamie." "Real Estate agents are a piece of work aren't they," he says in a low voice. I smile and nod. "At no point did she apologise or say sorry for the inconvenience," James says shaking his head. "What am I meant to do now? Where do I keep my stuff, my furniture, for two weeks. Where do I live. How do I fucking solve that genius?" James tells me about these things he saw on TV called PODS, that are like small shipping containers that you can put furniture in and then put on the back of a truck. "You can leave it in my yard for a couple of weeks while you stay with me," he says taking my hand. I pull my hand away from him and tell him that's his solution to everything. I ask about my time off. "Do you have a court case in three weeks time." he asks. "We've only been out on a couple of dates. What makes you think I want to live with you after only a week or so," I say, still a little pissed off. "What makes you think I want to..." I was about to say 'date a wimpy faggot' but then I remember how brave James was. If we got into a physical fight he'd be defenceless. but he stood up to me and prevented things getting nasty. I know a lot of guys who wouldn't be that brave when I'm angry. I apologise and we sit quietly for a few minutes, I have a couple of friends who have spare bedrooms, so that's an option. James asks me if surfing calms me down, I say of course it does. He then encourages me to hit the beach. I go surfing for about an hour. When I come in James greets me at the water's edge with a towel. He gushes over me, really impressed with my surfing ability. He very attentive to me helping me out of my wetsuit and brushing my hair, After my surf we have lunch at a cafe. Afterwards, we walk up the hill from the beach and I show him where my apartment is to give him some idea of the excellent view of the ocean it has. We then then walk along the Corso. We go into a surfwear shop and I encourage James to try on a pair of high-heeled sandals. I accidently tell the shop assistant he's my boyfriend. James tries on a few pairs, I just love how his arse wiggles when he walks in the wedge heeled sandals. The shop assistant is standing next to me as James walks away from us testing out another pair of sandals. "What a cute butt," I mumble to myself but the shop assistant hears me. She says that maybe James should have been a woman, she couldn't imagine a sissy like him in men's clothes. I try to figure out if that was a nasty comment, or not. I buy him two pairs of wedge sandals a tan pair and I insist he wears the black pair. As we're walking back to the car I let go of James' hand and let him walk ahead of me enjoying the sight of him mincing in his new footwear, with his cute little butt wiggling away, I also love the way he lets his handbag hang off the crook of his arm. He stops and turns around, and minces back to me and asks me what's going on. I say nothing and grab his hand and continue walking with him. We gets back to the car, I put the shopping bags in the back. As I'm letting James in to the car I pat his butt a few times. I get in the car, give my darling Jamie a hug and I tell him it is a huge turn on for me how his arse wiggles in heels and suggests he wears high heels a lot more often. James says high heels and nail polish are the two feminine things he really hasn't gotten into. He says he feels very vulnerable in heels because he's afraid that he might have to run away from someone who wants to beat him up because he's different. I tell him that he's perfectly safe with me. I let him know about the black belt in karate I got years ago and that I have also also done kick boxing. I also go to karate classes once or twice a week and sometimes teach self defense to women. James admits that it would be emasculating to have a woman defending him and it would not be easy for him to just stand there while I physically deals with some guy. Emasculating? From a guy who wears make-up, big earrings, women's outfits and carries a handbag? I tell him that his main job in our relationship is to "Look pretty for me", I'll look after the guy stuff. We get back to James' place, James suggests I stay for dinner. He immediately changes into a red floral dress, a matching alice band and his new tan wedge sandals. I shower and wash my hair. Afterwards, James insists on brushing my hair and sits me down at his make-up table. I notice him contentedly humming as he does my hair, I look in the mirror and see that he has a dreamy smile. James then tries to put an alice band on me. I baulk at this. He then says he just wants to put some moisturiser on me and needs the hair out of my face. I allow him to put the alice band on my head. As James applies moisturiser to my face I sit there in my underwear thinking that I must look ridiculous wearing this very girly hair accessory. As James looks as if he is finishing up I go to take the alice band off but then grabs my hand and starts moisturising my arm. He still has that contented, even dreamy, smile on his face as he does it. As he moves onto the other arm I think he might be doing this to get a good look at me in my bra and panties. He then moves to my legs, massaging as he rubs in the moisturiser, I take off the alice band and ask if he did this for his aunt, he says yes and adds he looked after Mary the final year she was alive because she was very ill. "You don't have to do this Jamie," I say to him. "I don't mind, it's an honour to do it for you," he says. James finishes and goes to wash his hands. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. James comes in and puts his hands on my shoulders sits me down and touches up my hair, whispers to himself "perfect". He kisses me, tells me that he loves me and that I'm the "most beautiful woman in the world". He walks out of the room humming. I sit there for a few moments stunned at how attentive he is. I then go to put my wetsuit in the laundry tub but James is already doing it. I come in the house after hosing down my surfboard I notice that James has already started making dinner preparations. I sit and read the newspaper, thinking I could get used to this scene of domestic bliss. I notice that James in the kitchen is looking flustered, he doesn't have all the ingredients for the dishes he was going to serve me (I loves the term, "serve"). I calm him down and drive him down to the local shops. I thought he would be reluctant to leave the house in a dress but he just picks up his purse and keys and follows me out the front door. I'm starting to believe that he has really worn dresses a lot. We split up in the supermarket. I go looking for the things that Jamie told me to get. I'm going up another aisle of the supermarket and hear Jamie's voice in the adjacent aisle . It sounds as though a woman is lecturing James: "I thought you stopped dressing like this, how are you going to get a girlfriend when you dress like this," she said. The woman must be his mother. I go to join them and introduce myself to his mother. "And how do you know James?" she asks. "I guess Jamie and I are dating," I reply. "So it's Jamie now," she says turning to her son. "I thought you preferred Jenny?" James shrugs his shoulders. "Well Jamie is good for both modes," I say trying to save James, who seems a little scared of his mum. "Modes?" "Boy and girl," I reply. "And when did this discussion take place?" she says looking at James. James doesn't say anything. "Well, mister, I'm waiting for an answer." "It just sort of happened, Caitlin has a good point though." "So are you a lesbian or bisexual," his mother asks me. I tell her I'm straight and I love James very much because he is a really sweet guy. I added that this afternoon was the first time I ever saw him wear a dress. "So you're a straight woman who like feminine boys," she ask. "I guess I am," I reply. She doesn't appear convinced and seems reluctant to end the conversation. "Anyhow, Jamie and I better be going he promised he'd cook me dinner tonight and we just came down here to pick up a few things," I say, trying to end this awkward encounter before we get an audience. "That doesn't sound like good planning," she says to James. I take his arm and lead him to the check out. Chapter 12 We go back to his place and Jamie starts putting the things away. He then walks over and approches me. "Caitie?" "Yes darling?" "May I please have a cuddle?" "Of course sweetheart." We embrace each other, James kisses my neck a few times and tells me that he love me. We sit down on the couch, our arms still wrapped around each other. James rests his head on my chest. James tells me that Jenny is his girl name and that ever since he was little his two favourite female names were Jenny and Cathy. They were also the names of his teddy bears when he was young. However, he really only uses it when it's safer to pass as a girl but he doesn't feel like he's a girl or a woman, he's just a different type of guy. I ask him if he minds me calling him Jamie. "That would be really wonderful Caitlin," he says looking up and kissing me on the lips. "You made a very good point to mum at the supermarket, I've never thought of it that way." "Your mother was a bit rough with you, is she that bad all the time? I ask. James says no, it's just that lately things between the two have got "a little bit tense". James tells me that his Mother, Deborah, didn't mind James being a bit feminine but draws the line at him wearing dresses. "She thinks I should only wear dresses if I am, or want to be, a girl," he says. "For a few years she was under the impression that is what I wanted to do and sometimes called me her daughter-to-be. "A few months after Auntie's death she asked me if I have seen a doctor. I told her I had a check up a month before. She then asked if I told the doctor that I wanted a sex-change." "I then said to her that I'm unsure what I want to do." James said a few months before he met me he told his mother he didn't want to be a girl, it's just that he like feminine things. Deborah then took him into his bedroom and went through his jewellry boxes and told him what she considers, jewellry that only women would wear and what is acceptable for both women and feminine males to wear. She did the same with his make-up products - foundation, mascara and subtle lipstcks were okay but nothing else. Deborah also went through all his clothes and told him what he should be throwing out, now that he's decided he wants to be a boy. She told him that any guy who wants to be a guy only wears dresses for cheap thrills. James starts weeping. "Why do I have to be one or the other? If I want be both why can't I be both?" I kiss him and tell him I think he's perfect just the way he is and that his mother might have got her hopes up that he would be a girl and do all the daughter things, like marrying a guy. "That's one thing I am certain of. there's no way I want to date a guy. They're hardly ever nice to me and they're hairy and they dress really boring. James then goes off to make dinner. Over dinner, we talk more about my beach-side flat. After we finish, he tells me he has something to tell me that I would either find an amusing co-incidence or I might find a bit weird. "When I said Jenny and Cathy were my favourite girls names, I meant when I was six or seven years-old. I didn't hear of the name Caitlin until I was 11 years-old, " James tells me. "On my 11th birthday, Auntie gave me a Barbie doll. I couldn't think of what to call her. Auntie suggested Caitlin." "That was the first time I had ever heard of that name but Auntie said it was an Irish name that is very popular in the United States and would be perfect for a Barbie doll. I think that James would have got the doll before he started dressing up with his aunt but I bet he would have been thrilled with her. "So for a few years I had a doll named Caitlin. At the age of 16 I wrapped her up with all her clothes and stuff and put it under one of those Christmas trees in the shopping malls that are for for gifts for underpriviledged kids," Jamie said. He probably thinks it was destiny that he would meet someone named Caitlin with long blonde hair after having a doll like that but when I was in primary school a couple of my classmates named their dolls Caitlin, so I don't think it's a big deal. I tell Jamie that's a lovely story and a quite a co-incidence. "I'm just telling you, because someone in my family is bound to mention it. My brothers found it really funny that I had a doll but I didn't care what they thought. Afterwards we watch a DVD, then go to bed together. We get into bed and both lie on our sides, with me hugging him from behind. I think and try to add things up, working out how old he is, and realise he must be about 10 years younger than me. "Sweetheart, how old are you?" "I'll be turning 22 in a couple of months," he says turning onto his back. I was right. I lie on top of him and start kissing him before he asks how old I am. As I do so I get a little worried that he might not want to date someone as old as me. I decide to try to avoid any questions about my age untill the relationship is more established. Ten years. Well in the past, or even the present it was not unusual for a man to be 5-10 years older than his wife. In these modern times the reverse should be true. Chapter 12 Soon after we wake up in the morning, and have sex again. I answer the door to James' mother. I leave the room when Jamie comes out, wearing his tourquoise nightie and negligee. I overhear the mother saying: "Some BMW wanker has parked in your driveway. I'm going to call the police." I go to the entrance of the loungeroom and watch James snatch the mobile phone out of his mum's hand and his mum getting annoyed trying to get it back off him. He ignores her, grabs my keys off the kitchen counter, opens the blinds and points the remote at my car, the indicator lights flash, showing he has unlocked and then locked my car. Deborah then says James is foolish to waste his money on an expensive car. "What happened to your Camry, that was a sensible car". She starts launching into him, James can't get a word in, I then quietly say: "It's my car". Deborah is stunned. and asks James: "How can she afford that? Is she a ...," "Barrister" James says. "Caitlin is a barrister," James says, looking to me for support. I leave the room for a shower, Annoyed at James' mum. Afterwards I come out to the loungeroom James is talking with his mum, still in a nightie and negligee. I think if she doesn't like her son in dresses then she musn't like him in nighties as well. I go and join them, Jamie immediately gets up to makes me a cup of coffee and gets his mother another cup of tea. I talk to Deborah and tell her about myself. James sits next to me holding my hand, I later start cuddling James and stroke his hair as I chat with his mother. Deborah raises her eyebrows at this. I love how James half-struggles not to be cuddled this way in front of his mother but then gives up. As Deborah leaves she kisses Jamie on the forehead and apologises for doubting him. Chapter 13 James cooks me breakfast while still in his beautiful nightie. I'm dressed in jeans and boots, it's a big contrast, which I love. I tels James that I have already arranged to meet with my sisters for lunch. I tell him him I would like him to come along, I've told them all about him. "It was going to be a bit of a girls post-mortem on my date with you but it will be even better if you come along." I tell James that they could not believe that a guy would wear pigtails and large hoop earrings, I suggest that he shows that they are wrong. James has a shower and gets ready. I love watching him blow dry his hair at his make up table, and, of course watching him put make up on. I'm surprised at how quickly he ties his hair into plaited pigtails. He puts on a blue denim shorts and overalls outfit, with a red t-shirt. He then puts his gold hoop earrings, the secret earrings, and the tan high heeled sandasl that we got yesterday. As a final touch he puts on some bright red matte lipstick. As he's looking for a handbag to match his outfit, he asks me if I wanted to borrow any jewellry, clothes or makeup. I decline the offer. "Anytime you want, just let me know Caitie, I have some really nice stuff, I'm more than happy to share it with you." We then head off to my elder sister's place. As soon as we walk through the door Susan and Zoe make a huge fuss over him. Susan my eldest sister, who is much taller than me puts him on her lap. He's stranded there for about 20 minutes while Sue plays with his pigtails and earrings and asks about all the outfits he's worn over the past few days. Zoe then starts going through his handbag, commenting on the high quality make-up asking where he got it. Susan then says there is one this missing from his handbag. She gets up, letting James off her lap. He immediately asks for his handbag back from Zoe and rushes to my side and grabs hold of my arm. Susan then comes back with a small packet of tampons. "Here you go sweetheart, you can't have a handbag without tampons in them," Susan puts them in his handbag and kisses him on his forehead. "But I don't need them," he says, a little annoyed. "Caite can be very forgetful in that department. I want you to always carry them just in case she needs them," Susan says. A bell goes off in the kitchen, Sue then grabs Jamie's hand and takes him to help her out. James and Sue bring out lunch, her homemade pizzas. I try to manoeuver myself to sit next to James at the round table but as soon as he puts down the dishes Zoe grabs his arm and he ends up sitting in between my sisters. James looks at me, apologetically. My sisters then ask me about my first date with James. I tell them I suppose it's still going. I explain to them how we went out on Friday night and tell them we haven't been apart since. They ask for details and after I tell them about the past couple of days, they remark how attentive James has been. Of course, that's a cue for them to start complaining about their own partners Susan's husband Tom and Zoe's boyfriend Michael are currently at golf after also playing on Saturday and Thursday afternoon. They whinge about how inconsiderate men are in a conversation with goes on for some minutes. "Present company excepted," I say at one point. Zoe plays with one of Jamie's pigtails. "Of course we're not talking about you darling, please don't be offended," she says. As soon as Zoe gets up to clear the plates, Jamie gets up pulls a chair over to sit next to me and sticks to me like glue. The two guys come back from golf, my sisters greet them cooly. Tom says: "Who's the girl?". They both blanche when they realise that he's a guy after I tell him he's my new boyfriend. I hear Michael, mutter something. I ask him to repeat it but he denies he said anything. They both grab pizza and beers and go to watch motor racing in the TV room. "We'll just l leave you girls alone to gossip," Tom says, smart arse grin on his face, looking directly at Jamie. We talk for a little bit longer and just as we're about to leave my mum turns up, I told her about James a few days ago and she is thrilled to meet him. She asks about him and about our date but my sisters answer for us. We then hear cheers from the TV room. My mum goes into the TV room and berates boys for not coming to say hello to her, the rest of us follow her. "I would expect my daughters to marry men with better manners," she says. "James has much better manners than you." "That is not a man, it's a fucking faggot," Tom says. My mother slaps him across the face, Tom almost loses his balance. "Are his ears still pierced?" Mum asks Susan. "You have a pair of earrings just like James, go and get them." Tom starts to walk away, mum slaps him again, this time harder. She tells him to sit down and tells him he's been incredibly rude to Jamie and she won't stand for it, we told her what Tom said earlier. Susan comes back with the earrings. "Now there's two ways to do this mister, either you put them in yourself or the four of us will force you to," Mum says to Tom. "You can't to that," Tom say, getting another slap across his face. "Sure we can, Caite and Susan holding either arm, Zoe holding your head still and I'll put them in," mum says to Tom, poking him in the chest with her finger. Susan then goes to sit on Tom's lap, kisses him passionately, whispers in his ear, them puts the earrings in. Mum hands Susan some lipstick and tells her to put in on Tom. She gets up and we all take pictures of Tom with our phones. While all this is happening, Michael, who has only been dating Zoe a a couple months, is being very quiet at the other side of the room. "Now, you're not to take the lipstick or the earrings off until you go to bed tonight, and you'll also need to reapply the lippy a few times before then," mum says. "Do you remember, why you're suddenly wearing lipstick and earrings?" "Because I was rude," Tom says quietly. "Because you were rude to who?" "Jamie." "Now stand up and apologise," my mother tells Tom. He does so and James quietly says thank you. "Jamie darling, Tommy here used to wear diamond or gold studs, which we thought was very boring, but I suppose he was going through a phase where he thought he wanted a gangter rapper look," Mum explains to Jamie. "You can't make me keep these on," Tom says to mum. As he does he flinches, waiting for another slap, which doesn't come. "Sure I can, If you don't, we'll sent these pictures to all your work collegues and golfing buddies," she says grinning. Mum then turns to Michael and says: "I'm sorry if this frightened you but I won't tolerate rudeness from my son-in-laws or future son-in-laws. "I don't have pierced ears," he says picking up his car keys. Susan grabs him by the arm, takes the keys from his hand and says "that's why I've got clip-on earrings for you." "We can always get them pierced," Zoe says. "Imagine the three of them at Caite's wedding all in pigtails and big hoops and wearing pixie-like outfits. James as the groom and the boys as his attendants," Susan says. James takes a tigher grip on my arm. "Now we'll leave you two boys in peace to watch your car races," Mum says. Would you like Jamie to get you couple of beers?" I ask. They both shake their heads, James looks at me in panic. When we go into the dining room, James says we should be going. I look at him, I'm about to say something but I then realise he's probably a little bit scared and keen to get out of there. "Remember Caitlin, I need to pick up my dry cleaning before the shop shuts," he said. We say goodbye, all three women give him a kiss. Mum gives him a hug as well. "You've got nothing to worry about Jamie, none of my family will be mean to you," she says. As we head for the door I can feel James relax a little. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to the boys," mum calls after us. We go to the doorway of the TV room and wave goodbye. As we do I notice Michael has a very angry look on his face. As we're walking out the door I hear Michael say, "I want my keys back". I go turn around to see what is happening but James pulls me to my car. We get in my car and James is apopleptic, first he mentions beer incident. "I'm not interested in guys! Don't ever make jokes like that, that I would serve beer to a guy and flirt with a guy, don't ever do that," he says, not yelling but clearly upset. "And what's with your mother? Does she overreact like that all the time? I'm I going to get hit just for making a remark?" I try to hug him but he pushes me away. "I know there is a lot of stuff out there about forced feminisation and punishing guys by making them wear dresses and other women's stuff but I'm totally opposed to it!" Jamie says, more loudly. I tell him never to raise his voice at me, that is not the kind of guy I want to date and tell him mum is protecting him. "But making a remark doesn't deserve a slap and an evening of humilation," he says quietly and insistently. "Look at you. You're a boy in pigtails, large hoop earrings, make-up and heels..." "But I like dressing like this! Humiliating a guy like Tom is only going to make him resent me more," Jamie responds. I also admonish him for lying to everyone, but he points out that he does have dry cleaning to pick up, he forgot to tell me. I find this very convenient, but he says he didn't expect to get this lucky and spend the whole weekend with "the most gorgeous women on the planet". I give him a hug. We then hear yelling from Susan's house. Michael comes out of the door, runs to his car. Starts his Falcon with a roar of his engine. The tyres squeal as he takes off. The car only goes for a couple of hundred metres before it backfires. "Frequently Overhauled Rarely Driven," James says. The car backfires again and the engine dies, but the car rolls and the engine starts again. "Fast Only Rolling Downhill." I say and give James long lingering kiss and tell him I'm so glad my mum and sisters love him. I also tell him not to worry about what Susan said, he'll get to choose his own attendants when the time comes. A kilometre or two down the road we see Michael's Falcon on the side of the road with the hood up and he's standing next to it pulling out his mobile phone from his pocket. I pull my car up and ask him if he's okay or needs a hand with anything. "I'm fine thank you very much," Michael says through gritted teeth. After we take off again, James says: "Found On Road Dying". "He's probably on a frequent flyer program with NRMA Road Service," I reply. We go back to his place for a third night together after picking up Jamie's dry cleaning and some work clothes from my place.