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::AUTHORS NOTE - Hey everyone. I just want to say sorry for the delay in part three being released. Sometimes life interferes and life gets busy. I've worked hard on this part and hopefully everyone will enjoy where the story is taking us. Thanks so much for all the feedback on Part Two. It's very much appreciated. I hope to have Part Four up after the holidays. I also recommend going back and re-reading Part One and Part Two as a refresher. Thanks! - Angela::: Chapter One It was a night of very strange dreams. Most of it spent tossing and turning. At first they weren't so bad. Jon would see himself, see Mackenzie -- he was Mackenzie -- and there was Todd leaning in and kissing him and his lips were so soft... But then they got worse. Todd wasn't kissing him, he was yanking a red wig off his head, and then when he realized his horror, he lunged at Jon for tricking him. Others followed, same set-up, Todd kissing him, but then there were people walking by with invisible faces and they were laughing, calling him a fag or a sissy queer for kissing another man. Jon awoke and saw the red LED on his alarm clock. It was only just past 6 a.m. He groaned and rolled onto his back and pushed aside the long red hair extensions still in his head. The breasts were still there too and subconsciously he touched them and felt the prickle against his skin. That, combined with the fact that his nails were still painted, and that he could still smell the perfume on himself and he realized why he was probably having such awful, strange dreams. He sat up and headed toward the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the sink and paused. Before he had hit the sheets he'd changed into a white tank and a pair of boxer shorts. He didn't realize how bad the look was until now. "Christ," he muttered. "I look like someone's girlfriend who just stayed the night." He sat on the toilet to relieve himself, too tired to realize he probably could have stood, and raked a hand through the mess of the now long hair on his head. He'd been okay when he left Todd and got home. No panicky car ride. No pulling the car off to the side of the road to puke. He hadn't even rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth like they'd probably do in the movies. Instead, he came home, and quickly climbed out of the clothes he'd worn on the date. The leather jacket was still hanging on the back of a chair in the kitchen. It wasn't until he stopped in front of the same mirror in the bathroom and started to remove his makeup that it hit him. "I kissed another man," he said to his reflection quietly. Another voice rose up in his head and said: "No, Jon, you didn't. Mackenzie did. Mackenzie is a woman and women kiss guys. That's quite alright." He'd shook his head to clear the thoughts away and then sunk into his bed where even worse dreams had awaited him. Jon finished up in the bathroom and crawled back under the covers of his bed. It was a black sleep this time and it was only disturbed by a loud knocking a short while later. He slid out of bed, and found a spare elastic in a night table drawer to finally tie back the mass of hair into a ponytail. He opened the door to see Clara, who swung into the apartment, but not before giving him a small peck on the cheek. "Morning," she said. "I just need to get my keys so I can get to work." "Sure thing," Jon replied and went into the kitchen and retrieved them from the tote purse he'd used last night. "Soooo," Clara started as she took the keys from Jon. "I'm in a bit of a rush, but I gotta know! How was date night? I'm beyond curious." "Good," Jon said. "Glad it's finally over with, you know?" "Just good?" she asked. "No second date, huh?" "I don't think so. It wasn't that bad to be honest, but alas no sparks as they say." "It happens," Clara said. "Does that mean Jon will be making a return?" "I think it's about time," he said with a tired laugh, "these boobs are killing my back." Clara smirked and gave him a small hug. "What's that for?" "I'm proud of you," she said. "You've been a real trooper about everything and not to get all sappy family sitcom on you, but maybe you took something away from all this." "We're in agreement on that." "I do have a small favor to ask and you can say no if you want to." "Uh-oh," Jon said. "And what would that be?" "Relax, I'm not going to ask you to come to pilates class with me. I was just thinking before we de-Mackenzie you and everything if maybe Miss Mackenzie and I could go out for a drink one night?" "Seriously?" "Yeah, everyone else got to reap the benefits of all my hard work," she said with a laugh. "I'd like to spend a night with little miss popular and see what all the hype is about." Jon thought on it for a moment. He figured it couldn't hurt and truth be told he owed Clara far more than he could repay anyway. "Sure," Jon said. "If that's your request it's the least I can do all things considering, but can it be soon? I'd like to get out of all this stuff." "Tomorrow night," Clara said. "We'll go down to the Black Shamrock, get a few drinks in us and have a good time." "It's a plan." She smiled and started for the door, but he stopped her. "Hey, did you have hot water in your shower this morning? Mine seemed to just be cold." "Yeah," she replied. "Feel free to use mine if you want. You still have my spare, right?" "I do," Jon said and then he said goodbye. Chapter Two He waited a solid hour, made a few phone calls, showered, then finally crossed the hall over to Clara's apartment. He looked down at the spare in his hand and couldn't help himself from feeling a twinge of guilt. He wasn't technically doing anything wrong, but it still felt a bit like he was going behind Clara's back. Jon opened the apartment door and stepped inside. He inhaled the flowery, defiantly feminine scent of the apartment. Clara's sensibilities for fashion and makeup carried over to her apartment which could easily fit into any hip interior design magazine. Everything was thought out -- violet love seat, wispy curtains, black and white carpet -- yet it all seemed effortless. It made Jon's apartment, which felt like an extended college dorm, pale in comparison. He moved through the living room and tried to shake the feeling of being an unwanted guest. He'd been in Clara's apartment plenty of times by himself before when she'd ask him to feed her cat or to grab something she left behind. It just never made him feel this uneasy though. Jon stepped into the first bedroom that was down the short hallway. Clara's former roommate, Becca, had stayed there before she had up and left for the peace corps. It wasn't that unexpected to Jon, who had only met Becca a handful of times, but even in their brief encounters had found the girl to be slightly aloof and flighty. Clara hadn't been all that sad to see her go either. She often complained about her roommate's random spending splurges that always seemed to occur right around the time rent was due or the sudden month long trips to Canada, California or sometimes across the pond. Jon paused by the doorway. Clara had left the room exactly the way Becca had left it -- looking like she'd be right back to inhabit it. Maybe she would, but more than likely she wouldn't, and Clara would have to find something to do with all the stuff. Clara had borrowed some of Becca's clothing to aide Jon in his Mackenzie guise before, but it felt different when he would be doing the borrowing himself. He opened a few drawers and the walk in closet, puttering around not quite sure what he was looking for. In the bottom drawer of the bureau he found a black pair of yoga pants. He pulled them free along with a white tee and gray hoodie and set them on the bed. He glanced down at the items. The yoga pants wouldn't leave a lot to anyone's imagination. Jon sighed. "Not like I haven't lost enough man cards during this whole thing," he muttered. He got undressed, secured the gaff tightly between his groin, and quickly pulled the black yoga pants up his legs. The waistband was mint colored lace that read "Pink" in a small logo on the hip. Next came the white tee that went over the bra he'd used the night before since it fit his now ample bosom. Jon zipped the hoodie up that said "Pink" in bubblegum pink letters on the back. There was a plastic hair clip that he found on the night stand and he used it to secure the ponytail behind his head. In the walk in closet he snatched down a camouflage Red Sox hat and pulled it on. He took a seat down in front of Becca's vanity and scoured her jewelry box. Jon selected two pearl drop earrings and placed them in his pierced ears. He wasn't quite the makeup expert yet so he settled for some lip gloss and spritzed some perfume on his wrists and neck. From the closet he grabbed a pair of pink and black Nike Shox. Back in his apartment he slipped on a pair of polarized aviators he'd found at Clara's and decided to use a Kate Spade wristlet he found in Becca's closet to carry his cash and the minor other items he'd need. He took a moment to inspect himself. Not too bad, he thought, for his first time dressing without Clara. Chapter Three It took until the second T stop for Jon to really regret having chosen the yoga pants and for deciding against the risk of taking his car over taking public transit instead. It didn't seem to matter where he stood or even if he was sitting, someone -- usually an older guy with a wondering eye -- seemed to be looking at his legs or ass. When Jon first got on the cart it had been crowded as they traveled into the financial district. Jon had to stand and he was positive the gentleman behind him, who he refused to turn and see, kept purposely brushing up against his rear. The cart finally pulled into the station just outside the shopping district and Jon got off and headed up to street level. He checked his watch, it'd be cutting it close, but he figured he'd have enough time to tackle everything. He fell into step with the foot traffic and then broke off toward the automatic doors of the downtown shopping center. Once inside a momentary feeling of confusion swept over him as he stood beneath the giant directory sign of the mall. It laid out the grid of all the stores in different color coded dots based on the store type. As a guy he wasn't a big shopper, mostly he bought his clothing online, but now here as Mackenzie he was overwhelmed by all the options and didn't know where to begin. He started to feel that maybe it would have been better to include Clara in on this. He left the directory and kept his head on a swivel, thinking that maybe something would jump out at him and let him know he was in the right place. Instead, he ended up burning a solid twenty minutes window shopping, too afraid to step into a store as he felt his inexperience would be a surefire give away to his true identity. The clock was ticking though and he finally bit his his bottom lip as he followed two girls his age into the H&M boutique on the second floor. It was light on customers, but the expanse of the store covered two whole store fronts making the room feel cavernous. Jon tried to ease his way over to a rack of jeans and began to browse, not really sure what he was looking for. He studied a couple mannequins, liking what they had on, but unsure if he could pull the style off. He reached the end of the jean section and paused, where to next? "How are you today?" a perky voice said behind him. Jon turned and saw a thin brunette wearing dark skinny jeans, a black blazer and ballet flats. She had a name tag lanyard around her neck that announced her as Kelly. Jon was so taken aback by her pretty, made up face, he almost forgot to fall into his Mackenzie voice. "I'm good," he stuttered. "Help you find anything? We got a buy one get one on jeans. Sale ends tomorrow." "Oh cool," Jon said, more unsure than anything on what to say. "Thanks." "Are you shopping for anything in particular?" "No, well... sort of," Jon said. "I'm supposed to meet some friends for lunch and -- " "You don't have a thing to wear?" Kelly finished with a chuckle. "I know how that goes." "Yeah," Jon replied. "Something like that." "What type of lunch if you don't mind my asking? Business? Friendly get together?" "Oh, uh, friendly. We're just getting something to eat over at Michael Timothy's." "How lovely," Kelly said and put a hand to her chin. "That's a pretty upscale place, my guess is you didn't pick it, hence why you're here, so I'm thinking you're going to need something a little chic as I'm sure your friends are going to be dressed well." "They're gorgeous," Jon blurted and then said quickly, "great fashion sense." "Okay," Kelly said. "Let's see what we can do, would that be alright?" "Uh, sure. If you're not too busy." "This is my job, sweetie. Follow me." Jon followed Kelly down toward the rear of the store. Along the way she would stop to grab some items or accessories out of a bin or off a table. "I have a great look in mind," she said. "Something a little classy with a touch of sexy. I think that's a style you like, am I wrong?" "Sure," Jon said as he tried to keep up. They stopped outside the changing room and Kelly motioned for him to head inside. "I'm going to grab a few more things, go undress and we'll try on the outfit I have in mind." Before Jon could even reply, she was off and he headed into the short hallway of changing rooms. He stepped into the first empty stall and locked the door behind him. He took off the sunglasses and the baseball hat. He paused momentarily as he stared at himself in the mirror with the long ponytail, the nose stud and the earrings, and was taken with how feminine he still looked with next to no makeup on. A light knock at the changing room door shook him from his thoughts. He unlocked the door a crack and Kelly passed him in a dark pair of pants. "Let me know if you need help with those," she said through the closed door. "They take a bit of maneuvering." Jon looked down at the pants in his hands and realized she had selected a pair of leather leggings. "You've got to be shitting me," Jon muttered. He wanted to protest, but Kelly was helping him and that was what he needed. If she thought this was best he was going to have to go with it. He stripped out of the yoga pants and started the process of working the leather leggings up his body. The material clung like fly paper to his legs and he found himself struggling to get the rest up his waist. Another knock came from Kelly. "How we doing?" she asked. "Need any help?" "That would be great," Jon grunted. Kelly slipped into the tiny room and immediately went to his aide. Through a series of little hops she helped pull the leggings up his body and around his waist where it sat a little high on his hips. "You're going to have fun getting these off," Kelly mused. "But they are a great look. Check it out." Jon did look and thanks to the gaff and the tightness of the crotch in the leggings he had a completely flat front and it stunned him speechless. He turned and saw how the material hugged every curve, faux and real on his body. He couldn't believe it. "Amazing, huh?" Kelly chimed in. "You got a great body for them. Most girls can't pull these off. You're one of the lucky ones." "Sure seems like it," Jon said. Kelly left the room and came back with two items. One was a white sleeveless silk blouse that had a button front. Jon stripped down to his bra, which slightly disturbed him at how comfortable he felt being in just a bra in front of such an attractive woman. Kelly was the ultimate professional though and helped him into the blouse and smoothed it out. Next, she helped him slip into a Red Ponte blazer jacket with turned up cuffs. "Loving how this looks so far," Kelly said. "Class, sex appeal and sharp colors. What do you think?" "It looks fabulous," Jon heard himself say. "Great choices all around." "Let's get a pair of shoes and then the accessories and we'll have you making your friends jealous in no time." She was gone only a moment, but returned with a shoe box and some other things Jon had seen her grabbing on their trip to the dressing room. The shoes she had selected were a 5 1/2 platform heel with a mary jane strap that had a gold chain attached to it. Jon had to fight a bit for balance. He'd never worn heels higher than 4 inches. For accessories Kelly had chosen black, gold plated gumdrop stud earrings, a rhinestone necklace, and a bracelet with a heart charm. "Oh one last thing, you need to have a bag that matches that blazer," Kelly said and passed him a red, polished leather tote purse. Even with his hair in a simple pony-tail, Jon couldn't believe how spot on Kelly had been with the outfit. Without being prompted he found himself doing little poses, wrists limp, twisting to see the heels and the backside of the outfit. "This came together well. I think you should wear this out, your choice of course." "I'd love to," Jon said, "but I have to be honest I think most of this stuff is out of my budget." "Tell you what, you sign up for a store card I'll throw a few of the accessories in and see what we can do." "Wow, thank you," Jon replied. "I'd appreciate that." Jon followed Kelly out of the changing room and toward the center of the store where a circular counter was for the point of sale. He transferred the wristlet into the new purse. Jon initially was concerned that the store card was going to be a credit card, which would require an ID, but thankfully it was to collect points for future purchases and all he needed to do was give a fake email address and a zip code. The real cause for concern was when Jon saw the damage cost wise for all the clothes. It was a little more severe than he had anticipated, and he slowly paid in cash, vowing to find a way to return the clothes if he could. He was using the extra money he had made from the commercial to fund the afternoon's activity. In his head he silently hoped that Todd would call at some point in the day to let him know that he'd found a job opening for Jon. "Have a great afternoon," Kelly said. "You'll have to let me know what your friends think of the outfit." "I will," Jon said as he put the receipt in his purse and said goodbye. He stepped back out into the mall and very quickly become self conscious of how he was dressed. It was different being in between the racks of a clothing store, but out in the mall he felt like every passing eye was taking him in. Thankfully, the salon in the mall was a short distance away. When Jon entered a round faced lady with dark red streaks in her hair looked up from behind a large polished oak counter and gave him a welcoming smile. "Hi there, what brings you in?" "I have an appointment for Mackenzie," Jon said. "Oh perfect," the woman said jotting something down. "I was waiting for you. I'm Layla and I'll be doing your hair and makeup today. Follow me back." Jon clopped after her in the tall heels and Layla turned and smirked. "Got some killer shoes there, girly. I'd probably hurt myself in those. Take a seat." Jon sat in the leather chair and crossed his legs. "So, when we talked on the phone you said you were pretty open to whatever. I think we'll go with a soft and sensual look, and maybe some red lips to match your blazer." "Whatever you think is best," Jon said. "You said the magic words." Layla took her time to comb and straighten Jon's long hair before she started to style it. In a weird way he did feel like he was cheating on Clara by having someone else do his hair and makeup, but he didn't want her to know that he was going back out to meet Margo and Bridget. He was afraid that she'd think he wasn't done being a girl, but in all honesty he was just making sure to close the last loop Mackenzie had opened. Then after that there'd be no more Todd and no more of Mackenzie's friends and he could go back to his old life. It had gone on long enough. He turned the page in the copy of Cosmo Layla had given him while she worked on his hair. The girl in the ad was wearing a stunning black dress and Jon wondered if it zipped up in back and how it'd feel... "What's got you all dressed up?" Layla asked. "Oh, just meeting a couple of my friends for lunch." "That sounds like fun, a couple girlfriends?" "Yes," Jon replied. "We're just catching up." "I'm sure you ladies will have a good time. Now for your hair I'm going to show you what I'm doing in case you want to reproduce it on your own sometime. This look is called a romantic low bun. We're going to start with side parted hair." Layla started to sweep Jon's hair in one direction as he watched her closely in the mirror, more amazed at her craft than anything. "Then I'm going to gather it into a low ponytail -- twist once -- then wrap it into a loose bun." Layla walked over to the small shelf of her workstation and dabbled something onto her hands. "Now I'm just taking some pomade and just going to pull out a few front pieces from the bun and we have our look." "I love it," Jon said. "I've never seen my hair like that." It was the truth. Jon was impressed with the style of it. Layla patted his shoulder and started with his makeup. She used a lighter foundation and faint pink blush near his cheekbones. For his eyes she applied a smoky gray eye shadow with liquid mascara and his lips got the dramatic red lipstick treatment. After some finishing touches Layla stepped away and let him admire her work. He left the chair and approached the mirror. Jon stared at himself, speechless. As much of a blow to his manhood as it took to admit, he had to admit he looked pretty. The makeup, the hair, the nails, the piercings, the outfit, all of it erased any remainder of the man that he was underneath. "I'll take your silence as a good sign," Layla said with a laugh. "Yes, I absolutely love it." "Good. You look fantastic if you don't mind my saying." Jon followed her back to the front of the salon and paid for her services and made sure to leave a good tip. Layla left him with her card if he ever wanted to get his hair done by her again. Jon placed it in his purse and waved goodbye on his way back out into the mall. The self-conscious feeling from before was back and amplified by about a thousand. Jon felt almost as if he was on display. Every person he passed seemed to take a head turning glance or try to steal a look. Men, impressed with the tight leather pants and that he was wearing heels. Women, critiquing his makeup or the outfit. It was overwhelming for Jon who had spent most of his life under the radar and out of sight out of mind. There was a vestibule in the mall that housed the entrance to Michael Timothy's. It was there that Jon spotted Margo, who quickly gave him a hug as he arrived. "Killer outfit, girl," she said. "You gotta let me peruse your closet one day." "Aw thank you," Jon said. "I totally am in love with your scarf and jacket. So cute. I might have to borrow that look." Did I just say that? he asked himself in his head. He didn't have time to ponder what it meant before they were joined by Bridget and more hugs and compliments were passed around. A hostess lead them to their table and Jon quickly found himself inundated with girl talk. It hadn't been that long since he had seen the girls last, but they were quick to dish on all kinds of gossip that Jon normally wouldn't have been privy to. It was a strange feeling for him. Both girls were well out of his league in the looks department, but he still should have felt attracted to them, instead they felt like peers and like his friends. The feeling of attraction just wasn't there and Jon started to wonder if something was becoming wrong with him. Not that I can get that aroused in pants this tight, he thought to himself. The lunch was hearty, and the three of them waved off the thought of dessert. The conversation slowly stirred toward dating and Jon (after much prodding) spilled the beans on his date with Todd. MargoMargo and Bridget put him on the hot seat right away with questions about what Todd looked like, what he did for work, did he have a big cock...? "I can't answer that!" Jon cried, blushing dark red. "Well you said he was tall," Margo said. "Doesn't always mean he's packing," Bridget chimed in. "I've been on the sad end of that one before." The two girls laughed, but Jon was still red from embarrassment. After lunch was paid for Jon followed the girls back out to the vestibule as they all made plans to catch up again soon for a night out or at least drinks. As Bridget departed, Jon asked if Margo wouldn't mind giving him a ride back to his apartment as he didn't want to take the T again in his current state of dress. "That's fine," Margo said. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about anyway." "There is?" John asked. He felt his pulse tremble in his neck. They headed out of the mall and started off for the adjacent parking garage. Jon was feeling too nervous to notice the oncoming stares as they walked down the sidewalk. Had Margo figured out he wasn't who he claimed? No way, he thought as his heels echoed off the pavement of the parking garage. I can't even recognize myself like this. "So, what's up?" Jon asked as they reached Margo's black Honda Civic. "I wanted to wait until Bridget left," Margo said sliding into the driver's seat. "I didn't want to be rude and ask you in front of her." Oh no, Jon thought... "But there's a modeling gig tomorrow night that I'm doing for a friend and they need another girl. I think you'd be perfect for it." "What?" Jon stuttered, his pulse had been drowning out all sounds. "You lost me." "I said there's a modeling gig that I'm doing for a new club opening up and they need another girl. Bridget isn't really the right fit, but I didn't want to insult her by asking you with her there." "You want me to do it?" "Hence why I'm asking, silly. You feeling ok over there?" "I'm fine. I... just... I don't know, I'm not sure if..." Then Margo said the number for how much they'd make for the gig and Jon had to ask her to repeat it twice. "For real?" he asked. "For real," Margo said. "If you say yes, you're in." How could he say no? The money was too good. He said yes. Chapter Four Jon shut his apartment door behind him and set his purse and shopping bag down onto the floor. He put a hand to his forehead as he went into his kitchen for a glass of water. His pulse was still racing, but for an entirely different reason. The modeling gig was going to be quite lucrative, but at what cost? There would be flyers and posters around with his face on it. What if someone recognized him? Was it possible...? He flicked his head as if to ward off the thoughts. A gig was a gig as they said and the money really was too good to say no to. It'd help pay some bills and make up for the little spending splurge he went on today. It'd also buy him some more time if Todd didn't get back to him right away with job offers. Jon stepped into the bathroom to change and was once again taken with the young woman he saw in the mirror. He put a hand to his face. The fingers with the glossy dark violet nails touched his cheek. He had to make sure Jon was still under there somewhere. He stared at himself some more. It was still so weird to see someone else looking back. "Oh hi there," he said out loud using his girl voice to the fullest. "Yes, my name is Mackenzie Walsh. What's that? Oh yes I work in the sales. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. That sounds lovely, maybe we could meet for drinks later? Mmm, you got it." He flashed a pearly white smile. Then let it drop. "I gotta get out of these clothes," he muttered in his Jon voice. "I'm getting Stockholm Syndrome or something." Thankfully it was a much better night's sleep with no dreams. In the morning he puttered around his apartment, waiting for the evening to arrive so him and Margo could head to the shoot. The waiting caused a rising trepidation in him and when Margo finally texted him that she was outside Jon was running all on nerves. He went with the ball cap, gray hoodie and yoga pants again as the staff at the shoot would be providing the wardrobe. Margo seemed to be on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, she was excited and energetic as she turned up the music loud in her car while they drove downtown toward the club they were going to help promote. Jon started to relax a little and decided to just go with the flow. He kept running the dollar amount in his head that he'd be making and the sweat on his palms seemed to dry a bit. The name of the club was Drynk with a Y. As Jon and Margo approached the entrance after parking the car Jon found himself slightly amused. This was literally the last place that he'd ever spend a night out as Jon, yet here he was ready to be a part of all the hype surrounding the place. The main room was all dance floor and frosted alcoves with tables. The L shaped bar was translucent and changed colors at random. Jon watched the crew setting up the lights and gathering extras for the upcoming shoot. I'm moving up in the modeling world it seems, Jon thought as he smiled. It wasn't too long ago he was where they were. Margo and Jon were then each paired off with a stylist for the shoot. Jon got a spunky girl named Beth who had a bleached blonde faux hawk and wore a men's tie over her Ramones t-shirt. She took Jon to the back room of the club that had been curtained off for the shoot. "Okay," she said smacking her gum. "They already had a designated look in mind for the shoot, so I just went with what they told me. I don't think we'll have any issues as you look in good shape. I got like two more options if you don't like the dress, but there's not a lot of variety." "I'm sure it's fine," Jon said. Beth grabbed a black dress and heels off the wardrobe rack and nudged him toward the nearby bathroom. "Go get dressed and let me spot check you before I send you to makeup." Jon entered the tiny bathroom with just two stalls in it. He held he dress before him. He'd never worn one before, but after wearing leather leggings and yoga pants he figured what was one more tick in the girl check box. The dress was black with a round neck and long sleeves. As he slid into it he realized the stretch fabric contoured to his body. He also noticed there was velvet panelling to the front, back and sleeves. It also took him a moment to fasten it up in the back with the concealed zip. Next he stepped into the black suede 5 inch heels and walked back in front of the mirror. The dress, even with the stretch fabric, didn't have a lot of give, especially in the skirt that came just above his knee. He admired himself none the less. Twisting and turning to see the entire outfit. Wrists a tad limp as he placed a hand on his hip to see the rear of the dress. "Wow... I actually look pretty h--" Jon started, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Let's go, Red," Beth called. "We need you in makeup." He stepped out of the bathroom and Beth was whisking him away toward a makeup chair on the other side of the back room. A raven haired girl stood there, but didn't bother with a hello as she immediately started to dabble makeup on his face. She chatted with another dark haired girl who started to fuss with his hair. Jon had to take a moment to almost laugh at the insanity of the situation. Here I am, he thought. Getting fussed over by two girls as they do my hair and makeup while I wear a dress! The makeup artist coated his eyelids with a dark smoky look to really give a dramatic flare to his gray-blue eyes. His lips were wet with a lighter pink lipstick and gloss. The hairstylist had taken a curling iron to his hair and swept it into a messy side ponytail that hung over his left shoulder. By the time the duo was done Jon barely could recognize himself and not in the same context as the other looks he'd worn before, but he had to admit he looked attractive and way out of Jon's league if he was trying to date himself as absurd as that sounded. He clopped back over to the bar where Margo was getting the finishing touches on her own look. She had on a gray sequin dress and skyscraper tall gray leather heels. She gave a tiny wave as Jon arrived next to her. "What's up sexy lady?" she asked as Jon tried to get comfortable. He realized that all the extras behind him that were posing as club goers could see his ass in the tight dress "Oh, just the pre-flight nerves," Jon said with a tight smile. "You'll be fine, but wait until the boys see us. Their jaws are gonna drop!" "Boys?" "Yeah, the other two models in the shoot." Jon felt his stomach drop. "I thought it was just us in the shoot." "They're not advertising for a lesbian bar, silly," Margo said. "You gotta show that guys come here too." Before Jon could respond the guys arrived almost as if Margo had summoned them. The first was taller with closely cropped black hair and dark blue eyes. He wore faded jeans and a leather jacket. He was joined by a blonde haired guy in an olive army style jacket who Jon suddenly realized he recognized. "Which lady would you like my friend," leather jacket asked with a soft smile. "I would be hard pressed to choose myself." "Well, I believe I know this one," blonde hair said as he approached. A smirk crossed his face. "Mackenzie, right?" Jon couldn't believe it. It was Nate from the bar when Margo and Bridget and he had gone out that first night. He tried to shoot a look to Margo, but she was busy eyeing up leather jacket. Had she known about this? "Yes," Jon said. "What are you doing here?" "Good to see you too," he said with a laugh. "I'm doing a favor for a friend you could say." He turned back to leather jacket. "This is my buddy Jesse." Jesse came over and shook Mackenzie's hand, and then seeming to realize he was "partnered" with Margo, gave her a hug and then left an arm hanging on her shoulder.. "Okay, looks like everyone is here!" a voice yelled out. Jon looked over to see a red haired man wearing a plaid shirt and cords approaching with a DSLR camera swinging around his neck. "How you guys doing? My name is Dan and I'd greet you all formally, but we're on a tight clock so let's get snapping. I need you guys to get closer to the bar while I check on the extras real quick." Jon shuffled a few steps to his left and Nate took that as his cue to draw closer. He could smell the other man's cologne. Jon felt like he had with Todd, that feeling of emasculation of being in high heels and still shorter than another male standing next to him. "You look great," Nate said. "That is some dress." "Thank you," Jon said quietly. "Did you have your nose pierced last time I saw you? It's really pretty." "Uh, no. I just got it not too long after that." "I like it," Nate said. "Thanks," Jon said with a tight smile. "Okay folks," Dan called as he stepped back before them. "We're gonna warm up with some safe shots so we can give the owners of Drynk a few things to work with." Safe shots? Jon wondered. What does that mean? What it meant was Dan had them pretend they were at the bar laughing as they ordered their drinks. He snapped a few shots of them in different poses, acting like they were having a night on the town while an extra played the hip bartender. It took Jon a moment to get settled in. Part of it was because Nate kept himself at his side for just about every shot. "Awesome," Dan said. "Let's get the ladies in there with a solo shot then as a pair." Margo went first, striking a few sexy poses for the camera as she hung off the bar. Both guys whispered something between themselves that Jon couldn't hear. Then it was Jon's turn and he was a little unsure of what to do. He walked slowly up towards the bar. "How about you lean on the bar there, yes like that," Dan said. "Good, now pop that ass out a bit. We wanna see your curves in this one. Good. Now close your eyes and open them on three. Ready? One... two... " Jon opened his eyes as Dan snapped away. He felt a little ridiculous posing in such an overtly sexual manor. It wasn't something he was accustomed to, but Dan seemed to approve and Margo cheered him on. Dan had Margo join the shot next and had them stand with their backs arched a bit as they flung come hither looks into the camera. "I like that," Dan said snapping away madly. "Yeah, you're two hot bitches. Give me a look that says you're gonna have to impress me to buy me a drink." Next came time for Jon and Nate to do a shot together and Jon immediately felt uncomfortable with Nate circling around behind him, but he knew he had to try and remain professional. "For this I want to really have you guys get in nice and tight," Dan said, then looked at Jon. "I want to feel like this is your man, ok?" Jon felt his stomach drop for a second time. Dan walked over as he positioned Nate behind him and had Jon reach up with his right hand to touch Nate's chin while Nate put a hand around Jon's abdomen. He was also instructed to take his free hand and use it to wrap around Nate's torso. "Yes, just like that," Dan said. "I'm going to snap a couple, midway I want you to reach up and look like you're about to kiss." "What?" Jon blurted out. "I want to capture that second right before a kiss. Almost lustful. Guys ready?" Jon took a hard swallow and had to bite back on his discomfort. Nate's large hand over his stomach made him feel so weak and... feminine in a way he hadn't felt before. Dan started to snap away, and then with is free hand began to coax more movement out of his subjects. Jon hesitated, then slowly, leaned up as if to kiss Nate. I can't believe I'm about to do this, he thought to himself. "Yes!" Dan shouted. "Almost like you want to bite his bottom lip. Perfect!" Jon felt Nate take his hand off his stomach and he was free of the embrace. He breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure he was ready to kiss his second guy in two days. The rest of the shoot went well as Dan did a couple retakes of earlier shots, mostly with Margo and himself. Finally, it was a wrap and Dan came over to thank them each personally. "Great work guys," he said. "Lots of good stuff." Jon walked over to the small catering table and took a bottle of water. He was parched, and oddly fatigued. Someone nudged his elbow and he looked over to see a short woman with ringlets of curly brown hair. She held a clipboard. "I need you to sign this consent form and just a copy of your ID to verify you're of age." Jon felt heat flush through his face in a brief panic. He tried to think quickly on his feet. "Oh, I... y'know I left it back in my friends car. I didn't bring my purse in. But if you ask the blonde gentleman over there, his name is Nate. He's a bartender and he's served me drinks before." The woman cocked an eyebrow and murmured something as she passed the clipboard over to Jon who quickly scribbled Mackenzie's name on the line. After she left he downed the rest of the water and rejoined Margo who was chatting up Jesse and Nate. "Hey girl," she said. "The boys were thinking the shoot got them in the mood for a little dancing and some drinks over at Club Amsterdam. I said we'd go since we're already dressed for the occasion." Jon tried to hide his displeasure. The last thing he wanted to do was go on some quasi-double-date. "They're letting us keep the clothes?" he asked. "Not quite," she said with a big grin. "We're just going to quietly walk out with them still on." "We can't do that." "Sure we can, watch." She tapped Jesse on the chest in a gesture to indicate for him to follow and they started for the exit. Nate gave Jon a raise of his eyebrows as if to say "What can you do?". John sighed, and tried to keep up. Chapter Five Night had fallen on the city. Jesse in the role as de-facto leader had suggested they walk the short distance over to Club Amsterdam. By the time they reached the modest line out front waiting to get in Jon's feet and calves were killing him. To make matters worse Nate had kept close while trying to make small talk. "I think I went to high school with the kid running the door," Jesse said. "I'm going to see if I can get us in early." He started off and Nate followed much to Jon's relief. "I need a cigarette," Margo said and pulled two from her purse and passed one to Jon. "Want one?" "Please," Jon said. "Thank you." Margo passed him her lighter and he lit the cigarette and inhaled slowly. The nicotine helped ease some of the feelings inside him. He took a look at the line while he smoked. It was a little bizarre for him to be standing in line to get into a club and he noticed a few other girls in line casting glances at himself and Margo. Despite everything, Jon held a smirk in, the other girls were actually jealous. It was unreal. "Did you know Nate was going to be at the shoot?" Jon asked Margo. "Not at all, I was surprised as you." "You and Jesse seem pretty cozy," Jon as he exhaled smoke softly. "We kinda know each other through other people. And speaking of cozy, I didn't see Dan asking Jesse and I to get all hot and steamy at the photo shoot." "Don't remind me," Jon muttered as he stomped his cigarette out with his heel. "You're not into him?" Margo asked. "You like that Todd guy?" Jon paused, he wasn't sure how to answer, but the return of Jesse and Nate meant he didn't have to. "C'mon," Jesse said. "We're going in." Jon brought up the rear as the four of them entered the club. Jon was immediately taken back with the stale humid air in the big room. It was slightly hard to breathe. It was also hard to hear with the pulsating dubstep buzzing in his head. Jesse lead them up a short set of stairs to a mezzanine type area that overlooked the dance floor that was just starting to get packed. "I'm going to get us some drinks," he yelled. "Get everyone loose." "Awesome," Margo shouted back. "I need to find the bathroom. I'll be right back." Jon smoothed the skirt of his dress before sliding into the booth table and he crossed his legs. Nate scooted closer to Jon and his face was almost right next to his ear as he started to say something over the loud music. "Hey, I hope I wasn't making you uncomfortable at the photo shoot." "What?" Jon said. "No it was --" "Dan asked Jesse and I to be a little aggressive. I guess most of the shoots he does like that the guys are really timid and it doesn't feel natural. I wasn't trying to be a creep." Jon smiled and said that it was ok. "I appreciate you telling me that. I think I was just a little tense myself. I don't normally do things like that." "Me either," Nate said. "Jesse dragged me along. His friend Rich flaked on him. I bartend and go to school for finance. I'm not a male model!" "That's good," Jon said with a laugh. "Glad I'm not the only non- professional here." Margo returned just as Jesse came back with a tray of shots. "These are on me," he said. "For a job well done and for the ladies we worked with who straight up killed it!" Jesse had gotten two shots for each of them and as Jon did his he was surprised at how strong they were. His eyes started to water a bit. The liquid burned his throat, but he could feel some of the tension in him slipping away. Jon watched as Margo leaned in and kissed Jesse on the cheek as he ran a hand down her legs. A tiny pinch of envy hit Jon. He envied the confidence Jesse had and that Margo was very much into the attention. He felt a bit foolish that he was sitting there dressed up completely as a girl. Nate was back in his ear again asking if he could buy Jon a drink to which Jon just nodded. Jesse took it upon himself to hold court in his friend's absence and he talked about other shoots that he had done. Jon tried to pay attention, but the shots and having not eaten much in the day were hitting him hard. Nate brought him back a mixed drink that he nursed tiny sips from. Margo started grooving in her seat. "I don't know about you guys, but I want to hit that dance floor," Margo said. "Love to," Jesse said. Jon had just finished his drink and was feeling a bit tipsy. He'd been watching how the other girls were dancing, unsure if he had it in him to dance like that. "C'mon," Nate said. "I'm sure you got some moves." "Doubtful," he called back, but he didn't think Nate heard him. The other man put a hand on the small of his back as he led them down the small stairs and out onto the dance floor. Jon had never really danced in his life, outside of weddings and the prom. A song kicked on in the club with a hypnotic beat to it. I don't think I'm drunk enough for this, he thought to himself. "Just let go," a voice in his head said. "Let go. Have fun... and let go..." So he did. Whether it was liquid courage or what he didn't know, but he began to swing his hips a bit while moving from left to right. "Oooo Miss Mackenzie is shaking it!" Margo yelled as she led Jesse passed him and Nate. Jon put all inhibitions on the back burner as he just let the hypnotic quality of the song move into him and then he was sweeping his arms up as he started to move his hips into a circular motion. "Damn, look at you!" Nate yelled. He came up behind Jon and grabbed onto his hips. They felt good, comforting even, and Jon suddenly found himself grinding up into Nate. Where was this coming from? He couldn't believe he was doing it as he was doing it, but he couldn't stop either. A blue strobe light shot out over the floor as they continued to dance. Next thing Jon knew Nate was tilting his head back and his mouth was on his and he could feel Nate's tongue in his mouth. Jon didn't know why, but he didn't stop it. He placed his hands over Nate's on his hips and kissed him back. The song ended and Nate was still whispering something in his ear and as Jon caught his breath his head started to clear a bit. What the hell did I just do? he asked himself. "Another dance?" Nate asked, but Jon was walking away. "I gotta use the bathroom, I'll be right back." Jon cut through the throng of people and entered the claustrophobic sized bathroom and snuck into one of the empty stalls. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. Damn if he didn't need a cigarette. "You're just getting too caught up with this," he whispered to himself. "You gotta slow down. It's the hair, the clothes, the makeup. All of it. Just don't forget who you are. Christ, I'm talking to myself in a bathroom." He took another moment to compose himself then he left the restroom and found Nate sitting back up at their booth on the second level. He'd refreshed their drinks. "Hey," Nate said. "Sorry about that, I just --" "Don't worry about it," Jon said as he took a sip of his drink. "I think we both got caught up in the moment." "You're just a very pretty girl," Nate said, "but you're down to earth too. I like that about you." "Thanks," Jon said. "You seem like a really nice guy. I'm not trying to be flakey." "I think it's been a long day for both of us. I know Margo is your ride, but I can take you home if you like." "My purse is in her car," Jon said. "I'll get her keys, we can grab your things and I'll drop them off to her on my way back." "You don't have to --" "C'mon," Nate said. "Finish your drink then let's go." Chapter Six Nate walked him back to Margo's car with his arm around Jon's shoulders, which wasn't all bad as the night was cool and Jon needed steadying trying to walk in the tall heels after being so tipsy. Jon retrieved his purse and Nate told him to wait by Margo's car as he was only parked a short distance away. After a moment, Nate rolled up to the curb in a forest green Jeep Cherokee and then helped Jon get into the passenger seat. They rode mostly in silence until Jon showed Nate where to turn for his apartment complex. Nate pulled into an open spot and killed the engine. "This was fun. It was nice to meet you again... sort of," he said with a laugh. "Yeah," Jon said, his head was swimming a bit. "Would you... I don't know, maybe want to do something again sometime? Something low key. Maybe coffee?" "Yeah, that would be ok," Jon heard himself say the words before he thought them. "Okay then, well..." He leaned over and Jon wasn't ready for it, but Nate was kissing him again. Jon had put a hand up, but it simply rested against Nate's muscular chest. Jon had never felt so helpless as this man was holding his head in his hands and kissing him softly on the lips. "You're really pretty," Nate whispered. "I don't mean to keep saying that, sorry." "Thank you," Jon said back, trying to catch his breath. He glanced down and noticed the hard-on in Nate's jeans. Nate saw where Jon's eyes went and leaned back into his seat. "Oh, uh, wow... I'm sorry. It's just --" "Are you hard because of me?" Jon asked and winced, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. "What?" Nate asked. "Yes, Mackenzie you're sexy as hell. You've been killing me in that dress all night." Jon took a sharp breath in, then extended his hand across the other man's groin. Nate moaned. Jon recoiled slightly. What are you doing? What are you doing?! he fought himself in his head, but it was a two-way struggle. It'd been so long since someone had vocalized an attraction toward him. It was hard to deny that it made him feel good. Did it matter if it was a guy? Jon rubbed Nate's hard-on again as he moaned. "You... want to take it out?" Nate asked. "...yes," Jon whispered. Jon reached over and ran his manicured fingers over Nate's crotch, then slowly unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. His hands were shaking the whole time. Nate's cock suddenly sprung out and Jon was startled at the size of it. "You like?" Nate asked softly. Jon didn't answer. He swallowed hard and took the cock into his hand as he became entranced watching his fingers with the dark violet nails hold onto this warm member. He couldn't believe what he was watching himself do. His breathing sharpened, it was something of a rush to know that he was causing this type of feeling in someone. "I don't know if I can do this," he whispered, but Nate had his head back as Jon was subconsciously stroking him. The voice was back in his head from before: "No, Jon can't do this, but Mackenzie can. Mackenzie is a woman and women make men feel good. Nate is a nice guy, make him feel good." Jon leaned over and kissed the tip of Nate's penis. "Oh baby," he moaned. Jon kissed it again, then he felt Nate's hand on the back of his neck gently pushing him downwards. Then half of Nate's cock was in his mouth and Jon was forced to breath through his nose. "That feels great, Mackenzie. Keep going. You're so hot, baby." Jon moaned against the cock in his mouth and started to bob his head up and down. Nate's hands swept into his hair and encouraged for Jon to go down deeper. Jon went down until his nose was touching Nate's pubic hair. Jon had never felt so emasculated in his life. Here was this man, this masculine man, more masculine than Jon himself before this whole Mackenzie charade. A flush of embarrassment ran through Jon as he thought maybe he was meant to be the one in the dress. He felt Nate start to tense and he knew what was coming. He knew there was no stopping it, he had created this and now he had to deal with it. Nate erupted and Jon felt a warm, salty liquid hit his tongue and on impulse he swallowed as much as he could take. Then, he finally came up for air with a gasp. Both were breathing heavy, panting. Jon found a napkin in the glove box and wiped his mouth. No one said anything for a moment. "Wow," Nate groaned. "That was amazing... thank you." Jon could only nod and he slowly let himself out of the car. Nate called something out, but Jon wasn't listening as he rushed inside the building. The elevator doors couldn't open fast enough on his floor. He was practically at a run to his door when he found a white note taped there. He snatched it down. "Hey, I guess you forgot we were supposed to go out tonight. I don't know where you are as you're not answering your phone. Hope everything is ok. Call me when you get this. Kisses, Clara." Jon folded the note up and he didn't know why but he felt tears start to form in the corners of his eyes. What had he just done? To be continued...