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Randi's Return Randall reached over and silenced the alarm clock that had brought him out of his sleep. He lay there looking around his room trying to get completely awake. He felt a little saddened looking around his own bedroom; it wasn't the bright place that was Denise's where he had woken up just yesterday. At last he decided he best get ready for work and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for just a minute longer looking down at himself sitting there in his underwear thinking about the clothes he had worn the previous weekend. He smiled a bit as he went to take a shower and get ready for work. * - * - * All that week Randall would think back on the time he and Denise had spent together. He was looking forward to seeing her again this upcoming weekend and decided to do something special for her to show how much he appreciated her. So each day after work he drove to the nearby mall to buy something special to wear for her. Wednesday, he actually managed to park the car and walk into the mall before deciding he couldn't buy anything like that. Thursday he was sitting at his desk in his cubicle waiting for the day to come to an end. He was thinking again about what he was going to do and he knew he wouldn't have time to make a stop on Friday, Denise expected him to be there right after work. So it was today or nothing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a nickel. "Heads I go shop, tails I save myself the stress," he mumbled to himself. The coin rang as it flashed up into the air in front of his face. He reached to catch it but it bounced off the side of his hand and rolled under the desk. "Great," he groaned. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled to fetch the runaway coin. He spotted a glint of silver against the back wall but it was too dark to see the result. Placing a finger atop it he dragged it back toward the light. "Hey, Randall!" came a voice from behind him. "Wha...Ow!" exclaimed Randall as his head banged into the bottom of the desk drawer. He recognized the voice as belonging to Jennifer, the boss's administrator. "What are you doing down there?" Jennifer asked. "I was getting a nickel I had dropped but I'm not sure it was worth it now," he replied rubbing his head. He still hadn't looked at the coin. "Sorry, but John was asking about the month end report and I thought I would come down and see if you had it ready." Randall looked back at her and noticed the hem of the short skirt she was wearing was a bit above eye level from where he was on the floor. He quickly glanced up at her face so as not to be caught staring at her legs or looking up her skirt. It wasn't a lot of help as he could see some of her bra through a gap between the buttons of her blouse below her chest. He shook his head and looked back at the finger on the coin. He moved the finger and saw Thomas Jefferson's profile. Heads. "Yeah, the report," he said as he climbed up off the floor and sat in his chair. "I had just finished it and was going to drop it off on my way out. Since you are here I'll let you deliver it a little earlier." He handed her the report. "Terrific." She took the report. "I'm glad I stopped by. If you drop a penny, maybe you ought to just let it go." Randall laughed a little at her joke as she turned and left, then he looked back at the nickel in his hand. "Maybe two out of three?" Then he rubbed his head and decided maybe once was enough. He would stop at the mall on his way home tonight. The fates had spoken. * - * - * He walked past the lingerie shop four times surreptitiously trying to see what he might want to look at so he could reduce the amount of time in the store and the likelihood of having to interact with someone. It wasn't though, he would have to go in to really have a look. He stopped just outside the store gathering his courage and noticed a salesgirl watching him. He decided if he walked off now and came back again she would wonder why and ask so he walked into the store. "Hi there," she approached him; her name tag identified her as Wendy. "Is there something I can help you find?" "Well, I am not entirely certain," Randall began, his voice faltered a bit and he tried to deepen it a bit as well, "I want to get something special but I don't know exactly what size she is." "That's fine," Wendy assured him. "We have lots of guys come in here that need help. They feel all embarrassed but we can usually find something that she will be happy with." Randall shuffled his feet and looked around the store a little. "Really, that's great." Wendy smiled. "Perhaps if you gave me a general description we can make some decisions on what we should be looking for." Randall gave her a quick height and build description trying to make it sound like a believable girl rather than himself. "OK, perhaps sleepwear would be a good place to start. The sizes on these racks over here should fit her pretty well. Of course she could always return it for a better size if it doesn't fit right." Randall thanked her and turned to the racks. Wendy went off to another part of the store. He looked through the selections looking for something that wasn't ridiculously sexy, like the see-through baby doll with a matching G- string panty, or the unsexy floor length flannel. At last he found a jade green nightshirt that looked like it would reach the top of his thighs with slits that might come up to his hips, it had a matching bikini panty as well. It would do. Wendy was at the register when he brought his selection up. She nodded her approval. "This looks like a good choice," she assured him as she scanned the tag. "Sexy, but not over the top." "Thanks," Randall handed her his credit card. "I hope she likes it. I'll find out tomorrow night." "Well, next time, don't be nervous about coming in. Have a great weekend," she handed him his bag, receipt and credit card. "Thanks," Randall headed out of the store and back to his car. He picked up some chicken strips for dinner at drive-thru and then went home. Once in his apartment he tossed the bag on his bed and went back to the living room to eat his dinner and watch a little TV. He finally decided to head off to bed so he turned off the television and the lights. When he entered the bedroom he saw the bag on the bed. He hesitated and then undressed, removed his purchase from the bag and pulled off the tags. He slipped the panty on, then the nightshirt over his head. He felt a chill of excitement travel up his body as it dropped into place. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. The panty was not tight enough to completely hide his excitement and he moved to touch himself. In almost no time he found himself on the brink of orgasm and then over the brink. As he started to relax he looked at himself in the mirror again shook his head. "What am I doing?" he asked the reflection. "I never should have done this." He peeled off the nightgown and panty. "I look ridiculous. I am going to tell Denise tomorrow night that it was fun last weekend but if we want to be together she needs to accept me, not turn me into another one of her girlfriends. Next thing she'll want me to go picking up some guys or something." He wadded up the clothes he just removed and tossed them in the trashcan. Then taking a clean pair of his old underwear from a drawer he put them on and climbed into bed. * - * - * Randall walked out of work and climbed into his Mustang ready to head for Denise's apartment. He glanced over at the small package sitting on the passenger seat. "I don't know why I felt like I had to throw that out," he spoke to himself. "I'm sure it would fit Denise just fine. It'll be a peace offering for my telling her I can't be Randi any longer." He drove over to her place and parked in the same spot he had used the previous weekend. He saw her Camaro sitting in her reserved spot as he walked toward the apartment with package in hand. He knocked and waited. After a minute he was about to knock again when he heard footsteps approaching the other side of the door. The peephole darkened for a second and the door opened. "Hi," Denise greeted him giving him a kiss on the cheek, "You have ninety minutes before dinner is ready. You can make sure you are cleaned up in the bath and there are clothes waiting for you in the bedroom." She was gone before Randall had a chance to say anything. She did look good though. She was wearing a nice little black dress with a full short skirt. Randall started down the hall toward the kitchen so he could tell her Randi was a one weekend occurance. He faltered as he got to the bathroom and instead turned and closed the door behind him. "Wimp," he told his reflection. But he stripped off his clothes and took a quick bath. After gathering his clothes up, he padded across to the bedroom, found a bag, dumped his clothes in it and placed it on the shelf inside the closet. He put on the panty, pantyhose and bra that was lying on the bed, the package he had brought in was now sitting in a chair. A peach dress was waiting, next to it was a full slip bordered top and bottom with lace. He put on the slip and the hem fell about halfway down his thigh. The dress was just an inch longer and he felt it was light as a whisper. A thin belt hung from two loops at his waist and he fastened it around his waist. There was a pair of shoes set aside for him as well and he slipped them on fastening the straps. He went back to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He could see the lace of the slip through the dress but he thought it rather sexy. The heels he wore made the dress seem even shorter. He turned to the mirror over the sink and began putting on make-up. He just didn't feel right not wearing it. He would have that talk with Denise in the morning. He walked into the kitchen where he saw Denise leaning over the table lighting a couple candles. She had set a formal mood for dinner this evening, but Randi couldn't take his eyes off her legs which looked so wonderful. If she would lean just a bit further he wouldn't need to wait until after dinner to see what she had chosen for her lingerie this evening. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Randi standing at the entry of the kitchen and smiled. "Ah, Randi," she spoke softly, "come on in. It is great to see you again. You don't need to wait for an invitation." "Oh, I wasn't waiting," Randi answered. "I was just enjoying the view from here." They went to each other meeting in a deep kiss. When they parted Denise used her thumb to wipe away a smudge of lipstick from Randi's bottom lip. "I'm so happy you decided to come back," Denise confessed as she went to start serving the dinner. "I was pretty certain you would return, but in the back of my mind I was still worried you might decide not to. It would have been a shame to waste this dinner." "I've been looking forward to seeing you again all week," Randi told her as he took a seat. There was a bottle of wine on the table so he poured them each a glass as Denise placed a couple plates of salad on the table and sat across from him. They talked through dinner about their week of work and other things. Randi decided not to talk about his shopping experience yet, but talked about stopping at the bar where they met hoping he might run into her during the week as a bonus. Once dinner was completed they cleaned up the kitchen together and then took the remaining wine to the living room. Denise turned on the television and chose a romantic comedy for them to watch while they snuggled on the couch. At the end of the movie they retired to the bedroom, both were ready for an early end of the evening, though sleep did not occur for a couple hours. * - * - * Randi woke up the next morning and looked over to find Denise, her eyes wide open watching him. "What's the matter?" he asked as he turned toward her. Nothing at all," she whispered. "I was just watching you sleep, thinking how great you are to have gone along with all this. And this," she rubbed her fingers across Randi's chest covered by the green nightgown, "was a real treat." "It took me all week to get up the nerve to buy this," he confessed. "And then after I got it home and tried it on I decided to throw it away because I was afraid someone might see me through a window in it, or find it and know it was mine. Then I decided I would just give it to you as a present when I told you I didn't want to be Randi any longer." "Well, that was quite a performance last night for someone who doesn't want to wear dresses any more. You really surprised me by putting on the make-up, and you did a very good job by the way." Denise continued stoking Randi's body through the nightgown. "Well, I came in the door, I saw you and you looked so incredibly good," Randi confessed pulling Denise close letting her put her head on his shoulder. He stroked her back and bottom that was encased in a white silk nightgown, "I just decided I couldn't disappoint you. I figured I would tell you in the morning." "So, the plan was to get you a piece and then tell me something that would probably have me telling you to hit the road?" "Hey, I didn't think of it that way," Randi pleaded. "I hoped that we had gotten to the point that you would accept Randall and want to be with him, with me, whatever." "So, is that what you are telling me?" Denise asked. "No," Randi admitted. "I forgot how much I actually enjoyed the dressing up as part of spending time with you. I would like to spend some time with you as Randall though. I mean, we had a good time at the bar that first night. We could do that again." "So, just to be clear," Denise stated. "You are willing to continue being Randi with me, but you want to be able to go out with me as Randall sometime. That means that most of the time we are together you are still Randi." "Yes," Randi nodded. "I think that would be good for both of us." "Great," Denise was now playing with Randi through the panty. "Then I think we ought to go shopping today, Randi and Denise. Remember, we promised Joan and Beth that we would go to a club tonight and I think we need to get you a clubbing outfit, they would recognize one of my outfits on you. And it will give you a chance to be out as a girl some more. If you were nervous shopping as a guy, you will need the time to get comfortable being a girl in public before tonight." Randi swallowed. "OK, I trust you." "Good," Denise grinned and her head disappeared beneath the covers. Randi felt the nightgown slide up his body and his panties sliding down. He closed his eyes listening to Denise hum as she went to work. Eventually they climbed out of bed, and after a quick breakfast, they showered and prepared themselves for a day of shopping. Once again Denise gave Randi the foundations to wear and then they stood in the closet selecting the outfits for the day. Denise grabbed a denim miniskirt for herself and a t-shirt. Randi decided on a longer dress. Denise drove them to an area in town that had stores that operated with low overhead. She explained that if you know where to look you can find good deals because they don't have to hike up the prices to cover the expense of operating at the mall. They walked into the first store; Randi looked around nervously, his heart hammering away in his chest. He could feel a fine layer of sweat covering him. He was very close to bolting to the car and hiding until Denise would drive him home. "Relax," Denise whispered. "You look fine. Nobody is going to know if you just act natural. Well, act like a natural girl." Randi tried to smile at her to assure her he would be ok, but the terror was still in his eyes. "First," Denise went further into the store dragging Randi after her, "we need to get you some lingerie of your own. Mine fits you ok, but you need stuff just for you." She helped him find the right sizes and discussed styles and things he would need. He liked the idea of matching sets of bra and panties and picked up several of those of different cut and color. He also bought a couple camisoles and full and half-slips of various colors (Denise explained that slips aren't worn that often but sometimes you just really need one and they are good to have around). They picked out a couple more nightgowns as well. One thing Randi's nightgown purchase for the previous night had led to was Denise admitting that she preferred wearing nightgowns to bed rather than sleeping nude as they had the previous weekend. They had just never stopped long enough to worry about putting on clothes to sleep in. They dropped the bags with their purchases into the trunk of the Camaro and walked over to the next store. Randi was no longer thinking about being found out. He and Denise chatted as they sorted through dresses after selecting a few each they headed for the dressing room. The first dress Denise wore was a white halter mini that when Randi saw her was glad that the dress he was trying on was not a tight dress. "I'll take it that your mouth hanging open like that is a compliment," Denise teased. "Oh, sorry," Randi answered. "Yes, you look so hot!" "Thanks," Denise turned to look at herself in the mirror. "That dress is nice on you but not right for tonight. You need something a bit shorter. You need to be sexy, but not slutty or trampy. That dress looks like something a father would pick for his daughter." Denise tried on another but it paled in comparison to the first. Randi's next selection was a block print dress that fit him fairly tight and came to just above his knee. Denise suggested it would be ok for going out in, but not clubbing. "You could wear that to work," she told him. "I really don't think I could," Randi replied. While Randi changed into his next choice Denise changed back into her own clothes and went back into the store. She returned to find Randi looking at his reflection trying to decide if the latest dress was the one for the night. It wasn't, still too conservative for a night out with the girls. Denise handed him a black mini-dress sprinkled with a gold fleck. He returned to the changing room. When he emerged Denise smiled. Randi walked to the mirror and looked. He nervously tugged at the hem of the dress which ended above the ends of his fingers when he let his arms hang loose. "This is awfully short," Randi fretted. "Yes, and it makes your legs look really long. I think it is perfect," Denise praised him. "It isn't so tight that you'll have a problem, but not so loose that it will be trouble in a crowd. That is the one!" "Well, if you are sure," Randi answered doubtfully. "Have I ever steered you wrong?" she asked. Randi just looked at her then down at himself in the dress. He went back to change into his own dress again and just as he was about to walk out there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" he asked nervously. "It's me," Denise answered. "I have another dress I want you to try on." She pulled open the door a little and slid the dress in. Randi took it from her and she closed the door. "This isn't for tonight, is it?" he held the dress up inspecting it. "No, just something I saw and had to see you in it," she told him through the door. Randi hung his dress back up and got into the new dress. It was a bright red one-shoulder floor length dress. He slipped the exposed bra strap down his arm and tucked it down into the dress and then stepped out for Denise's appraisal. "Oh, yes!" Denise exclaimed. "I knew that was made for you, the color is great for you. We are so going to do a formal dinner one night. Real formal, last night was a casual formal." She laughed. "You think so," Randi answered. "I'm afraid it is going to have to wait a while. I can't afford this dress right now. The rest of the shopping is already busting my budget and this is way too much for me today." "I like it so much I am going to buy it for you," Denise assured him. "You really don't need to do that," Randi protested. "Do you not like it?" Denise prodded. "Actually, I love it. It feels great. It is surprising how comfortable it is. And the exposed shoulder makes me feel a little sexy," he rotated the bare shoulder giving her a wink. "Then no more arguments. I'm buying it," she dictated. Randi smiled, looked around and saw nobody near, so he gave her a brief kiss as he went back into the changing room. They took their purchases to the register. Denise paid for the two dresses she was purchasing. After Randi had his purchase rung up he realized that he didn't have enough cash to pay for it. He grabbed his credit card and laid it on the counter. As the cashier picked it up he realized it had his real name on it. "I'm going to have to pay this before my dad lets me borrow the card again." The cashier gave him a smile and after finishing the transaction handed him the card and receipt. He stuck them in the purse he was carrying and took the dress from the counter. They walked back to the car. "Borrowing dad's credit card again?" Denise teased. "I was just trying to cover the fact that the card had Randall on it," he explained. "She probably wouldn't have even cared. If the card were denied because it was reported stolen, that might have raised an eyebrow." "Fine," Randi answered. "I panicked. We better stop at an ATM so I have some money for tonight, though. I do not want to use the card again." "I guess that means you've decided that you are going to be ready to go out tonight!" Denise beamed. "Well, nobody seemed to catch on today, or at least didn't say anything," Randi conceded. "And we did promise." They headed back to the apartment stopping at the ATM and a drive-thru to pick up some lunch. Once they got back there, Denise insisted that Randi change clothes and wear his own lingerie and clothes since he had them now. She made a little room in the closet and cleared out a dresser drawer that she had been using for junk for Randi to keep his things in. They ate their lunch and settled down for the afternoon. They played cards and talked about the shopping trip and how Randi handled it. He talked about how he felt as he started relaxing and panicking again each time he felt like he was getting into a position where it would betray who he really was. "Would you rather be found out as a guy dressing up like a girl or thought of as a lesbian?" Denise asked. "Huh?" Randi answered. "Why do you ask that? And I think I might prefer being thought of as a lesbian. I mean, neither one is particularly great. I would rather just be thought of as a person." "Well, I asked because you kissed me near the changing room earlier," Denise explained. "It put me in a situation I really hadn't thought about. If someone I knew had seen us together right then, they might have thought I was possibly a lesbian and I don't know how I would feel about that. I don't think I would really care but I hate that it would probably get people gossiping about me and that I hate. I hadn't thought about how this could affect me until that moment. Up until then, I was having fun and doing what I wanted that made me feel comfortable." Randi sat there looking at Denise for several moments unsure of what to say next. Denise's eyes had taken on a look that she was seeing something only she could see. "When I was a kid," she began, "my father was always in control. He always told my mother what she could do, where she could go, what he wanted for dinner and when. Whenever she would say she wanted something different or for them to do something different he would respond with something like 'who wears the pants in this house?' or 'I am the man of the house and what I say goes'. "I always hated that and I was always afraid of him," she went on. "He never did anything to me like hit me or anything, I don't think he hit my mother either, he was just always so dominating. "Once I got old enough to start dating I found I would always break off relationships as soon as things started getting serious and my boyfriend would act the slightest bit possessive. When I got old enough to be on my own I would date but I'd pull away as soon as I thought I saw some sign of him making choices for me. I wanted someone to treat me as an equal and even though some of them may actually have done that, I couldn't give them the chance because my fear of ending up in a relationship like my mother made me decide to end it. "Last year I thought of a plan that might put someone on the same level as me. I would have the guy wear a dress to start. I guess I figured it would take the 'who wears the pants' question right off the table," she snickered. "If he was willing to go along with it, then maybe he would be willing to be my equal. Maybe it was kind of a stupid idea." Randi sat there just looking at her. He had taken hold of one of her hands and was letting his thumb gently caress the back of it. "So, I mentioned last weekend that I had tried it with three other guys. Two of them went so far as putting on the dress and we had some fun. But you," her eyes met Randi's for the first time. "You actually wanted to stay. I didn't know what to do, so I just started trying to push you a little more expecting you to try and take charge or just leave. You didn't, though. You would go along with me and now I am afraid I might be becoming the control freak that my father was. "It was that kiss outside the dressing room. It made me realize just how much I was messing with your life with no concern for it." Denise stopped talking and waited. She brought her other hand over and wrapped it around the joined hands resting on Randi's leg. Randi looked Denise eye to eye, "I've gone along with everything because I can't believe how much I have enjoyed being with you. It all happened so fast and at first I thought it would be just us, then came the walk in the park, but I survived it. Then Beth and Joan, and again I survived. And when I think about all that it seemed that I felt a little closer to you after it was done. We shared a secret. "Yes, after being apart from you for a few days I had reservations about continuing the relationship in this context. I didn't want to stop seeing you; I just thought I don't need to wear a dress to do it. Then I got here Friday and there you were looking so incredible and you were so matter of fact about me being Randi that I decided to play along one more night. Now look at me! I'm wearing my clothes instead of yours, which is to say clothes that we bought for me: bra, panties, pantyhose and a dress. But, you did agree to go out with me as Randall some times. And while I really want to be Randall with you sometimes, I found out I really enjoy being Randi with you." Denise pulled her hands free and threw her arms around Randi's neck and hugged him fiercely. Randi wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. They remained like that for several minutes. When Randi felt Denise relax her grip he let her pull away. "Thank you," Denise wiped a tear that was beginning to spill from the corner of her eye. "I hope we can find a good balance between what we each need and want. One thing you should maybe have realized by now though is that I have a bit of an oral fixation." "I did notice you seemed to enjoy that a lot," Randi grinned. "I hope you don't expect me to complain about that." "Oh, not at all," Denise laughed. "It's just that when I started thinking about how to level the playing field I thought about how much easier it would be to lift a skirt than it is unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping. I am happy to say you've helped me prove myself right with that." They kissed again and then noticed the afternoon had gotten away from them. It was already 5:30 and Joan and Beth would be along shortly. Denise suggested they go get ready for the evening. "Well," Randi asked, "do you want me to go as Randall tonight?" "What, and let that beautiful dress you bought go to waste?" Denise countered. "Not on your life." Randi nodded. "How long do you think Beth and Joan are going to be fooled?" "Not long I'm sure," Denise admitted. "But we will likely get through tonight. Come on, I need to show you how to do your make-up for a night out." A few minutes after 7:00 there was a knock on the door and Denise answered. "Hey girl!" came Joan's voice. "Oh, good! I bet that dress means we are going out together. You look hot!" "Thanks, come on in," Denise invited them in. "Oh, Randi, right?" Beth called as she came in the room. "I see you are already here and it looks like you will be joining us as well." "Yeah, I hope that is ok," Randi answered from the couch. "Of course it is," answered Joan. "We just weren't sure if you would be making it. You were pretty quiet when we met last week." "I tend to be shy around new people," Randi explained. "Denise is trying to help me discover a new inner me and tonight is another new step." "Excellent," Joan joined back in. "The more the merrier." They sat for a while and discussed the best place to go. Denise told them that Randi had lost her license and was waiting for a replacement so it would be better if they went to a place that didn't card. Joan had a suggestion but the crowd really didn't get going until after 9:00. They decided to go have dinner first. Beth had her car, a sedan, and offered to drive for the night so they piled in and headed off to the restaurant. They enjoyed their dinners and had a couple drinks while they talked about all sorts of things, some of which caught Randi by surprise and he felt embarrassed for men everywhere. They left the restaurant and went to the club. It was still a bit early so they were able to get a decent table near the dance floor. Within an hour the place had gotten pretty crowded and Denise and Joan were asked to dance. "Go ahead," Beth called. "I'll stay here and keep Randi company." Turning to Randi, Beth tells him "those two always get asked to dance first." "Well, look at them," Randi explained. "They both look amazing in the dresses they have chosen. And they are both so open. It makes it easier for guys to want to ask them. A guy will ask a girl to dance in a dress faster than a girl in pants. That is unless she is wearing a real loose top and has big boobs." Beth just looked at him for a moment. "I can buy that, I guess. I definitely don't have big boobs and I prefer to wear pants. I don't think I look bad though. And you are wearing a nice short dress, why didn't you get asked?" "I think it's my attitude," Randi judged. "I'm kind of cowering here in my chair afraid of being asked. I give off stay away signals." Beth nodded. "Whew," Denise huffed as she dropped back into her seat. "I think Joan will be out there for a while. She has a lot more energy than I do. Beth, why don't you head out there and help her out, I think she is dancing with a couple of guys." Beth smiled and trotted out across the floor. About that time Randi realized he needed to go to the bathroom but he was worried about what he should do. "I need to stay here and watch the purses. Just head into the ladies' and mind your business." Randi nodded and headed back to the restroom. He entered and saw the door to one of the stalls hanging open so he walked in and pulled his panty and hose down, raised his dress a bit and took a seat. He kept his hand in his lap in case someone should peek through the crack in the door. While he sat there he listened to some of the other girls who had come in talk. They were ruthless in their assessments of some of the guys and other women in the club. One of them apparently had eyes on one of the guys dancing with Joan and she didn't like that he was paying that much attention to her. Randi finished his business and carefully put himself back together, checking to be sure his dress didn't get caught up in his pantyhose. He went to the mirror to check his make-up the way he saw the other girls doing. Washed his hands and checked to be sure there wasn't any toilet paper stuck on his shoe. He got back to the table and took a seat; Joan and Beth were still on the dance floor. "Gee, women are brutal," he told Denise. "Run into trouble in there?" she asked. "No, just listening to how they talk about everyone." "Don't guys talk like that?" she asked still watching people dance. "Not really," he observed. "We usually ignore each other in the bathroom. Two guys who know each other might talk about some girl but then again, we don't make a habit of going off to the bathroom together." Denise snickered. A few guys came by the table asking each of the girls, including Randi, to dance. Randi always found an excuse not to go out on the floor. Eventually the lights came up and they realized it was closing time. Randi stood up and wobbled dangerously on the high heels. Denise quickly grabbed him to keep him from falling over. "You ok," Beth asked. "Yes," Randi giggled as he regained his balance. "I guess I drank more than I thought I did." "I'm glad I am driving," Beth observed and led the way out the door and back to the car. They talked about the club and other places on the drive back. Just as they were getting close to Denise's apartment Randi leaned across and kissed Denise. Denise's eyes opened wide in shock, as did Beth's in the rear view mirror. Randi leaned back in his seat with a smile oblivious of what he had done. He didn't see Beth looking at him in the mirror, nor Denise staring at him; he just went back to staring out the window at the passing scenery. Joan just went on talking not realizing anything had happened. "What was that?" Beth asked from the front seat. "What was what?" Joan asked. "Randi just laid a big wet one on Denise," Beth explained. "Really?" Joan turned in her seat to look at them. "Um, yeah," Denise began. "Randi kissed me." Beth pulled into the parking lot and parked in a space. "Well, Randi is in no shape to be driving from here," Beth stated. "Perhaps I could drive her home, or would you like us to come in with you for a few minutes?" Denise thought about it for a moment. "Yes, why don't you come in." They piled out of the car and helped Randi stumble up to the door. Once inside Randi collapsed on the couch, oddly remembering to keep his knees together as he slumped down on the couch. "I think I could use another drink," Denise stated. "Anyone else? Not you, Randi. I'd say you have certainly had enough." Beth and Joan both decided to have another and after Denise finished mixing them she announced she would be right back and left the room. A few minutes later she returned. "You know how I have had problems getting a relationship going with anyone, right?" she asked. They nodded, Beth looked over at Randi who was struggling to keep his eyes open. "I think this might be the best way to explain that I have found someone that I really believe I can have a relationship with. I just have to watch the alcohol consumption from now on," she frowned and then held out her hand. In it was Randall's driver's license. Beth took it from her and wrinkled her brow trying to figure out what she meant, then the light went on and she looked up at Denise with a shocked expression and then at Randi. "No!" she said. "What?" asked Joan and snatched the license from Beth. After looking at it she asked, "Is she his sister or something?" "No," Beth took another drink. "That is Randall!" Randi waved from the couch. "Get out of town!" Joan screeched. "I figured I'd rather show you his license than raise his dress up," Denise explained. She went on to explain how they came to be together and how Randi came to be. While she talked she sat down beside Randi and took the hand that was not protecting his dignity in hers. "I would have told you sooner, you two are my best friends, but I wasn't ready to share this yet until I was certain that it was going to work out," she confessed. "We had a conversation earlier before he knew about my history. He didn't want to do this any longer, the dresses and all." "Well, he looks very pretty for someone who doesn't want to do it," Beth observed. Randi started quietly snoring. "Yes, well the thing is, instead of giving me a choice of him as Randall or nothing, he offered a compromise of doing some things with Randall and some with Randi. He said we could work out a balance but he wanted to spend some time with me as him." "Aw," Joan sighed. "That's sweet." Randi turned on the couch leaning against the arm and sliding down a bit to get his head comfortable. Denise reached over and pulled his dress back down covering his butt. "Nice panties, too," Joan snickered. "Yeah," Denise agreed, "he does have good taste in clothes. He was surprised you weren't wearing sexier underwear last weekend." "Uh! He told you that!" Joan squawked as she tugged the hem of her dress lower. "Now that I know who he really is I'll be more careful." "He's a good guy," Denise told them. "I expect he is going to be around for a while." "If it makes you happy, I'm happy for you," Beth answered. "Ditto," Joan agreed. Randi snored. * - * - * Randi woke the next morning but didn't open his eyes. He could tell from the light on his eyelids that it was well into the morning. He pried one eyelid open and winced at the pain that lanced through his head. "Oh, God," he rasped. He looked over to the other side of the bed and saw it was empty. "I hope I didn't do anything last night I'm going to regret," he thought to himself and then snickered. "I went out with the girls as a girl, what could I have done that I would regret? At least Denise let me into her bed, if I had done something bad I would probably be waking up in my car." He pulled the covers back and noticed he was still wearing the panties and pantyhose from last night. He pulled off the pantyhose, grabbed a nightgown to cover himself and went toward the kitchen. It was empty so he went to the living room. Denise was there curled up on the couch reading a book. "You live," she put the book down. "Are you sure?" Randi grumbled back. "I'm not sure I feel that much alive." "No doubt. You got pretty snockered last night. I got some of your clothes off but the rest was too much trouble so I left them on you. Also, you slept in your make-up, not a good idea. Why don't you get all cleaned up and get to feeling human again and we'll talk." "OK," Randi turned to leave. "And thank you for taking care of me last night." Randi went and showered and scrubbed off the make-up. He wrapped a towel around him and went back to the bedroom to dress. He decided on a loose dress over just a pair of panties for the morning. He thought about putting his guy clothes on but decided he and Denise still needed to agree on when Randall would be there and when Randi would be there so by default he thought she would expect Randi. Denise looked up from her book when Randi came back into the room. She smiled at the choice he had made. She had wondered if it would be Randi or Randall that came to see her. "He really is special," she thought. Randi took a seat at the other end of the couch. "What do you remember about last night?" Denise began. "Well, I remember dinner and going to the club and watching you three dance a bunch. I talked a bit with Beth and with Joan and, of course, with you. I think I remember the lights coming up at closing and walking out to the car. I don't remember the ride home or anything after that. I guess I should have warned you that when I drink and I'm not shooting pool or playing darts or something I tend to drink too fast and get too drunk. I'm sorry." "So, you don't remember kissing me?" "Um, no. Where did I kiss you?" Randi queried. "On the lips," Denise was purposely being difficult. "OK, not sure if that is good or bad. But I mean where were we when I kissed you?" "In the back seat of Beth's car." "OK, then the lips was good!" Randi tried to be cheery. "Beth saw us in the mirror," Denise tried to sound accusing. "They think I've gone to play for the other side now! They aren't sure if they want to party with me anymore! I'm losing my two best friends!" Randi heart sank. "Oh, Denise, I am so sorry. Look, I'll go to them and explain everything. I'll tell them it was my idea to fool them if it will help. I'll, uh, do whatever I can to fix this for you. I am so sorry." The pitiful look on his face melted Denise's heart. She couldn't torment him any longer. "No, you don't need to do anything. I'm sorry, after all you have done for me I shouldn't be teasing you like this. Joan and Beth helped me get you inside to the couch. I told them everything and they already knew about what it was like for me before and they understood. They would both like to get to know you better, you Randi and Randall. They think you are kind of special, and I agree." She slid across the couch and wrapped her arms around Randi's neck and kissed him. "So, you aren't mad at me," Randi asked. "Not in the least," Denise admitted. "Then can we get some breakfast?" I am starved and my stomach is feeling queasy. Denise laughed. "Let me make you something. How about waffles?" "That sounds great to me," Randi beamed at her. * - * - * Over the next several months Randall and Denise saw their relationship grow. Randi was there more than not but they did manage to go out as boyfriend and girlfriend often enough for Randall. They went out with Beth and Joan many times as well and the four of them became very close friends. After a couple months, Randall let his apartment go when the lease expired. He moved in with Denise until her lease expired and then together they found a nice condo to buy with dual walk-in closets. Randall always went to work each day, and when he got home most days it would be Randi that ate dinner with Denise. Randi was almost always there from Friday evening until Monday morning but exceptions were made for special dates that Randall wanted to be with Denise. Overall Denise was thrilled with the arrangement. Randall/Randi found he loved every minute of his new life.