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Poison Ivy Belladonna [Author's Note: This is my third, and last, partially autobiographical story for the time being since I have no other public cross-dressing exploits to my credit/discredit in my adult life to date. As with the first two, the names and some events have been changed to protect the innocent.] It seemed such an innocent decision, but a part of me knew that it was rife with peril. Not the sort of peril that would truly endanger me, but something that could change some of my friends' perceptions of me forever. I have two sets of friends, primarily. The two groups have never met, and they travel in different worlds. I'm the same guy with both groups though. They see the same physical specimen, the same clothing choices, the same personality and have all noticed my little effeminate traits that have wormed their way out of my secret life and into my public one. One group of friends adamantly believes I am straight, even though they kid otherwise at times. The other group was more divided on their opinion. That was until two of my friends threw a Halloween party to celebrate the purchase of their new home. This is the story of how, on one night, I went from one of the straight friends to one of the 'gay' friends, well, at least to the straight ones. I had been invited to Halloween parties before, however, they always involved people that I did not want to give anymore of an inkling about my secret desires than they already had. This was different. While my other group of friends is all straight, this group was a mix of straight girls, straight guys and two gay guys. Outside our circle, some people thought it was odd that straight guys were friends with gay guys, but I had known them since before they were out. We all had. I had my suspicions, and I know others did too. I have gay relatives and so do most of the other people in the group, so it didn't really bother us. I think my two gay friends were more upset that we didn't act surprised when they came out than any of us were about their orientation. After those two came out, the whispers started about me. In high school, I had put up a front to hide my more sissy like traits from others. While I was at college, they were forced out, although, I managed to put the act back on when I got back together with my friends. This led me to have mixed feelings for years. I was unhappy and lacked confidence since I felt that others were seeing through my flimsy facade. I had paranoid thoughts about what others thought about me. When I was 25, however, I realized that I was being incredibly stupid. At the point, I simply decided that I was going to live my life as if I did not care what anybody thought of me. That decision changed my life. While I certainly did not come out wearing dresses, hosiery and high heels, I let my real personality come out. I stopped turning off the Taylor Swift and Katy Perry songs when they came on the radio, not caring what the person in the car that stopped next to me thought. I dropped the tough guy persona, which was always an absurd stretch, and I let my natural friendly, chipper side come out again for the first time since childhood. I began gossiping with the girls at work and my girl friends. I let my actual empathy come through when terrible things happened in their life. If anything, rather than drive people away like I thought it would, I actually became more popular and well liked. It was a relief, and I accepted myself in my private moments. When I felt the urge to put on a dress in private, I did so without wanting to hate myself when it was all over. I let myself cry when I felt moved too, although, again, not in front of others. I caught a look at myself in the mirror after crying watching a depressing movie and saw my smeared mascara running down my cheeks. When I was denying myself years before I would have screamed in my head "SISSY" and felt ashamed. I remember looking in the mirror and telling myself with a laugh, "It's a movie, you stupid bitch." I was amused by what I saw. It was me at most uninhibited. I still don't fully show the world this me, but they get something close. While I'm a self described sissy at home, in the real world, I'm only about 70 percent a sissy. I don't cross dress in public, and I show some level of self-respect for myself. I don't go around trying to debase myself, but when I accidentally do, I tend to enjoy the moment and move on. I don't linger with any shame about it. All of this had not gone unnoticed by my friends. Since I still dated and flirted solely with girls, my exclusively straight friend circle came to think of me as a sensitive man. While the guys ride me for this, their girlfriends have stepped up trying to set me up with their girl friends as they all, apparently, think that an empathetic guy with a job who cooks and cleans for himself and has, relatively, good grooming habits is a catch in the twisted age we live in. My other friends had a different take. I'm sure it was influenced by Derek and Cooper coming out and proud with their gayness. I was aware of a debate amongst my friends that I was gay. Some of the girls were adamant about it. The straight guys and the other girls were more mixed. Only Cooper, Derek and Angela, however, were adamant that I was straight. Although I knew about this, I did not concern myself with it since it did not appear to change their opinions of me. I was happy to let them think what they wanted to about me. While there was a time in my life when I would have protested too much that I was straight to those few girls that thought I was gay, to no avail, I simply did not care if they thought I was gay or straight. With all of the whispers basically out in the open, however, I decided that cross-dressing Jules was going to make his first public appearance at the Halloween party. I knew that it would definitely shape, if not confirm, some opinions of my sexual orientation, but I was not passing up the opportunity presented by another Halloween. With the decision made, the only thing I had to think about was what costume I wanted to wear. I was slightly limited by the Comic Book theme that my friends had set for the party. I started scouring the internet for all sorts of costumes and realized that it was hardly as limited as I thought. Still, I lingered on making a decision. A phone call from Derek changed things, however. He called and asked if I wanted to go to a big Halloween store that always popped up in a perpetually vacant warehouse for the season. They always had a huge selection, and I was thrilled by the opportunity that that was going to present me. It also meant, however, that I was going to reveal my costume choice to Derek in advance of the party. If there was anyone I was comfortable doing that with though, it was Derek since he was the only friend I had maintained from childhood. As I headed over to the store with Derek, I wondered if he had any suspicion about what I was going to do this year. I wondered if I gave him some sort of hint. He was the only one of my friends that knew that I was a cross-dresser. It was sort of a trade off that I gave him when he came out to me years before he came out to the others, including Cooper. I had told him it to make him feel better. He felt like a freak for being gay, so I felt that it might make him feel that society thought better of his kind than his oldest friend's kind. We walked into the store and started going through the costumes. At first Derek was drawn to a Batman costume, but he soon settled on a Riddler costume. It was the sophisticated Riddler costume and not the glorified, green unitard of the classic version. I smirked as a thought crossed my mind while he held his costume and asked if I had picked one out too. "I have an idea," I replied as I started walking. His eyes widened as he saw me step towards a rack of girls' costumes and pull out a skirted Poison Ivy costume. Derek shook his head as he said in a hushed voice, with a grin, "I knew it. I knew it. You little queen!" I laughed and said, "Am I that transparent?" "As transparent as a stripper's clear heels," he retorted. I smiled in response before I headed towards the wigs and picked up a long, wavy haired, red one. We then paid for our purchases. The clerk did not say anything as she rung mine up. I thought I saw a little smile on her face though, but she was polite enough not say anything. Once we paid, we went back to Derek's place after stopping to get lunch before I went home. The night of the party, I gave Derek a call. He laughed as he responded to my call by saying "Hey, Julia." I laughed in response. Some of the girls in our group of friends had called my Julie for years, and he decided to take it one-step further. After I stopped laughing, I replied with mock sincerity, "I think if anyone, you would be the most sensitive to my people's plight." "I would if people would stop confusing your people with my people," Derek rejoined in a racist, pidgin Indian style. I nodded to myself before I asked if he could give me a ride to the party. Derek laughed as he replied, "And how drunk are you planning to get tonight?" "Just enough so I wobble in my heels," I replied with a laugh of my own. "You're wearing heels?" Derek yelled before chuckling. "They lengthen my legs," I deadpanned as I looked down at the green pair of shoes I had ordered online. They were very cute, and I realized that I would pay dearly for indulging that later in the night. Derek laughed at my reply before he agreed to pick me up. I thanked him before I hung up and started to get ready for the party. After showering and removing all my leg hair and shaving my armpits, I toweled off and retrieved my costume. Not wearing something that would show off my crotch, I decided to go to the party sans gaff. The thing was way too uncomfortable for me to be bothered with anyway. I started instead with a pair of cotton panties. I pulled them up my legs before I reached for my green, opaque, Hue tights. I rolled the tights down before I unrolled them up my legs. The feeling is something I never grow tired of, no matter how many times I sneak a chance to put a pair on. I wiggled my toes as I brought the tights up past my knees and onto my smooth thighs. I paused to tuck my manhood. I had to wait for a moment for my manhood to go limp before I took hold of it and tucked it. Once I was done, I snugly pulled up my tights over my cotton panties. The first steps I took, feeling the sensations of the tights moving along my legs as I did so, brought my manhood back to attention, but I did not have time to fixate on it. After I hooked one of my bras and put it on over my head, I stuffed the cups. I hated the sight of the falsies and wished I could do more with my natural breasts. Although I have a mild case of gynecomastia that's dogged me since my high school days, I can barely even fake a natural A-cup. With my cups filled, I reached for my costume. The dress was dark green with a gold mesh overlay. I pulled it over my head before I adjusted the left side of the skirt with the attached black ribbon. I touched the annoying leaf trim along the neckline. It irritated me already, and I realized then that I should have gone with a dress without it. It was also along my shoulder straps and hemline, but the latter did not bother me as much. Having decided to go forward with the costume in tandem with Derek, I decided to suck it up before I tied the gold mesh train along my waist with the green waist tie I had been provided. Once I finished tying it, I retrieved my longhaired, red colored wig and my wig cap. I secured the wig to my head before I stepped into the bathroom to put on my makeup. I wanted to keep it simple, not wanting to show a deft skill with makeup that would completely give me away. I stayed away from my eyes, knowing that I would be covering part of my face with the Leaf Eye Mask that came with my costume. I choose to add only color to my lips, panting them a green color before I placed the lipstick container in my green, faux leather pocketbook. I carried the bag out of the room before I slipped on my green, sateen glovelettes that went up to just below my elbows. I then reached for the green heels that I had purchased online for the party. They were rounded toe pumps with a three-inch heel and a one-inch platform. The costume shoes were covered in green glitter and had two straps that were fastened with silver buckles. After I put them on, I walked over to the full-length mirror I had behind my bedroom door. I grinned at my reflection as I played with the hem of my dress, enjoying the way I looked in the outfit, even without my normal mascara and eyeliner. I walked over and grabbed my green leaf eye mask and tied it onto my head. I grinned at how the leafs at the ends of the mask darted up into my fake red hair. I pursed my green lips at myself and snapped a rare of selfie of myself before I went to wait for Derek to pick me up. I turned on the television and took of my shoes. I waited for a good half an hour before I heard someone stirring outside. It was either Derek or a neighbor, but I did not feel like investigating. As I heard a knock on the door, I slipped my feet into my heels and started towards the door. I peered out through the window and saw Derek in his Riddler costume. I drew the door open and said, "Hi, Derek," in the most chipper, pitch varying way I could manage for only saying two words. Derek laughed as he shook his head and stepped inside. We had our typical bro-hug greeting before he stepped away and looked down at me. He shook his head again and said, "You look better than I thought you would." "Thanks," I replied, blushing a little at the praise as I stared up at my friend, who was still more than six inches taller than I was, even as I stood before him in heels! Derek noticed my reddening cheeks and laughed as he said, "Try to control that, Queen." "I'm the queen? Talk about the pot and the kettle," I playfully retorted. "Oh, I know you're not gay." "Thank you." "No self respecting queer would ever wear that," Derek retorted. "Oh, bitch!" "Are you ready to go, Shorty?" "Yes. Let me just grab my purse," I answered before I remembered to take the dessert I got for the party out of the fridge, as well as the bottle of booze I was bringing over there too. As I sauntered over to an end table to pickup my purse with my gloved hand, Derek barked, "Would you hurry up and get your painfully sissy, panty wearing ass in my car?" I jumped a little from the tone of his voice, which made him laugh even more. I regrouped, picked up my bag and smiled at him over my shoulder, prompting him to say, "And I'm the fag here? Me?" "That's right, bitch," I replied slowly with a nodding head as I walked past him and flicked my wrist up, flashing my palm straight up next to my face as I let the straps of my clutch run up my forearm for a moment. "And what are you?" Derek asked as we stepped out of my house. As he closed the door behind me, I answered, "Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood sissy." "You should have gone as Sissy Spiderman then." "In Mary Janes too. Maybe next year," I added. Derek rolled his eyes at me and laughed before we made our way to his car that he parked in my driveway. I could see a neighbor looking at us. He clearly recognized me. I gave him a wave. We never talked anyway, so I really could not care less what he was thinking seeing his male neighbor sauntering out his door as a high heel wearing Poison Ivy. I spent most of the ride over to the party wondering what my friends would think thought. Would they think I was gay? Would they realize I was a cross-dresser? Would they think I was both? The possibilities swirled in my mind, and I was excited by all of them. When we got to Dora and Chris's new home, we parked about three houses away, since most of our friends had already arrived. We walked towards the door together as I clutched my bag and watched where I stepped on the uneven sidewalk that ran along the front of the homes in the neighborhood. Derek knocked on the door before us, while I held my bag in front of my skirt covered waist. Chris drew the door open for us. He did a double take as he looked at the two of us. I could see that Chris was trying to see if we were a couple. Chris and his wife were two of my friends that had firmly been in the 'Jules is gay' camp, and I could see that I had confirmed it for him once and for all with my outfit. He was startled before I broke the silence and said, "So, we were on the same page." "Huh?" Chris replied before he looked down at his Adam West Batman outfit and added, "Oh, yah. Look at that." He then briefly hugged us both hello before we stepped into the house. I could see three of our girl friends staring at us with looks of surprise before they came on over. Alice led the way, which was no surprise. The tiny terror is so direct and has no little to no boundaries. She ignored Derek as she screamed, "Julie, how are you?" She hugged me as I leaned down so we could kiss each other on the cheek. Short as I am, I still have to lean quite a bit to kiss that sub-five foot tall, walking tempest in a pixy's body. Once we released each other, Mo and Maria hugged and kissed me hello too. Mo was about my size, but Maria was as short Alice. Their personalities could not have been more different though. As I finished greeting them, Mo asked, "So, what's with the getup?" Alice glared at her, as if to say that it was obvious. She was taking it as my 'coming out' party, even though I was not doing that. I replied, "Derek wanted to go as Batman villains." "Oh, blame it on me. You could have been the Joker," Derek replied, giving me no refuge since he enjoyed seeing my sissy ass squirm in the bed I made. "I would have been the Joker if you would have been Harley Quinn," I retorted, not realizing that I was only further confirming my perceived gayness by doing so. "I stick to guys clothing," Derek rejoined. "I don't know why. You're gay. Embrace it," Alice said while she hugged me at my waist, as if to tell him that he should be more like me. "You look very pretty," Maria interjected, sweet as ever, even if I could tell that she was lying through her teeth. "And you look gorgeous," I replied as I stared down at how she looked in her super short Flash Woman costume that barely concealed her red tights covered crotch. "You're too sweet," Maria replied as she patted my arm and hugged it before Pete and John walked over to us. They were the two unambiguously straight guys in the group, other than Chris and the boyfriends of Petra and Maria. I had been friends with them for years, and I could see that they were surprised that I had come with Derek. Even though I knew they had suspicions that I was gay, they were clearly not expecting this. "Hey bro," Derek said as he hugged them both. I did the same with both of them too, but I could see that John had a little hesitance to his hugging that was typically absent from our, often admittedly, overly 'bromantic' embraces. Pete laughed while he looked over Derek and me before he asked Derek, "So, what are you supposed to be, her pimp?" I laughed in response with my friends. I was looking rather slutty and Derek is so much bigger than me. The green coat and bowler did give him a bit of a flashy look too. After I stopped laughing, I replied, "No, I wanted to coordinate so we didn't end up wearing the same costume." The two men gave me dirty looks as Derek and I smiled at the best friends' identical Wolverine costumes. Derek then added, "I think it was intentional. They're going as twins. It's so cute." "It really is," Maria interjected over her shoulder before she went back to talking with Mo and Chris. John shook his head as he replied, "It wasn't my fault." "So, you're saying it's my fault?" Pete retorted. "You guys are like an old married couple," I interjected, making Derek laugh. "Hey, we're not the gay ones," John replied before he added, "And when did gay guys start making fun of straight guys for being gay guys." "He's not gay," Derek replied. "So, it's still kosher," I added. "I'm pretty sure being gay isn't kosher," John responded Derek and I looked at John blankly for a moment before Derek replied, "Neither is being dick." "If uncircumcised," I added. As we continued to talk with Pete and John, Court exited the bathroom. My eyes immediately caught his. He was dressed as the Flash, matching his girlfriend's costume. I smiled at him and said hello before he reciprocated and said, "When did this all start?" "Oh, a long time ago...," I replied. "I'm assuming birth," John interjected. I glanced at John. Derek shook his head as he replied, "You know Jules isn't gay, right?" "Right," Court replied in a patronizing way as Pete and John nodded, clearly disbelieving Derek. I stayed quiet before Derek asked me, "Don't you care about this?" "Not really," I replied. "Stop trying to make a big deal about it," Pete chided Derek. Derek was stunned before he looked down at me and said, "I need a drink." "I need to put down my pocketbook too," I replied. "The other girls put theirs on the couch," Court responded. I did not bother to correct Court for lumping me with the girls. I kind of like it anyway, so I placed my bag down with theirs before Derek and I headed towards Chris's makeshift bar. Chris stepped behind it before he asked, "So what can I get for you?" "I'll take a gin and tonic," Derek replied Chris nodded before he said with a grin, "And a Cosmo for the lady?" "I'll take Jack on the rocks," I replied before Alice walked up to me and interjected, "She'll take the Cosmo." "No. I'll take my whiskey." "Not for girls," Alice said with a giggle as she waved her pointer finger back and forth. "I'm not a girl," I replied before emitting a faux giggle. "Close enough, Julie," she retorted before she said, "Make it two Cosmos." I rolled my eyes and decided that I could stomach one of the fruity drinks. Chris handed us our drinks before Derek and I started talking with him. Alice scurried away from us with her drink as the skirt of her Wonder Woman outfit kicked up. As we made small talk, I could hear the girls rushing around in the kitchen. Alice's little voice was the loudest, to no surprise to me. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw Alice practically dragging Dora and Angela over towards me. Angela looked in shock. Other than Cooper and Derek, she was the only one in the group who was adamant that I was straight. As I stood before her in a dress, tights, heels and holding a Cosmo, she was clearly reassessing her prior evaluation of me. Angela was silent as Dora hugged me and kissed me hello before Alice said, "Wait, I need a group picture." "For what?" Angela said, clearly upset. "The Batman crew," she replied as I looked over the form fitting, classic purple Batgirl outfit that Dora was wearing and the just as flattering Catwoman outfit that Angela was sporting. "Come on, get together," Alice ordered. Chris and Dora wasted no time in getting into the picture before Angela stepped up next to us. We all smiled for the camera before Alice took the shot. Dora excused herself as she had get to back to tending the stove before Angela pulled me aside and said, "How come you never told me?" From her tone and look, I could tell that she was pissed. I was friends with her for years, and, at times, it seemed clear to me that I was her backup plan in case she did not find the man of her dreams. I was her 'Mr. Good Enough' if her 'Mr. Right' did not materialize. Angela went out with her own type of guys, guys who were taller, more muscular and tended to treat her like total shit, as many girls seem to like, despite their vociferous protests to the contrary. All the while, Angela had tried to undermine my relationships by being overly friendly with me when my girlfriends were around. She also dressed noticeably more slutty than usual when I brought around a girl I was dating. I smiled at her as I denied it for the first time, "Because there's nothing to tell." Clearly disbelieving me she pressed, "When did you realize?" "I realized I was straight when I saw a dick and said, you know...I think I'll pass," I answered. "Tell me the truth," Angela countered, unwilling to accept my response. Maria stepped in and interjected, "Stop badgering, Julie, Angela." I smiled as I thanked Maria with a kiss on the cheek before she led me away to talk with her, Mo and Court. The whole house was abuzz about me by the time that Cooper entered. Alice told Cooper that I had 'come out' all of about five seconds after he stepped through the front door. I overheard it and laughed since I certainly had not said a single word about such a thing. Cooper was in disbelief about it when he walked up to me and gave me a quick hug. As we ended our little man-brace, he gave me a curious look before he whispered, "You came out?" I laughed as I shook my head. He laughed at me before he said, "I'm glad. I pride myself on my gaydar." "It takes one to know one?" "With the marginal cases, it does," Cooper countered with a smirk. As Cooper and I saw the door open, we watched Petra and Lloyd enter. Cooper shook his head as he said, "She always has to be last, so she can make an entrance." "And what an good entrance," I replied as I saw the form fitting Black Widow outfit that hugged her hourglass figure as she let her husband help take off her overcoat. While Dora and Angela were wearing something as form fitting, they both had boyish figures that were unlike Petra's femme fatale body that always drew the most attention. Whenever we all went out, eyes always followed Petra. The other girls were jealous, but she was nice enough for them to largely hate her in silence. Her husband Lloyd held her hand as they kissed and said hello to their friends before they made their way over to Cooper and I. They greeted us warmly. Lloyd did not even bat an eye that I was dressed as I was. Lloyd had thought that I was gay from the first time we met. He tried to set me up with his gay cousin the first party Petra brought him around to before Petra hushed him, not wanting to push the envelope regarding my sexuality. Lloyd smiled as he looked at me and said, "Poison Ivy, are you more dangerous than my wife?" "A black widow is more poisonous," Petra countered while Cooper walked away to get a drink. "And she wears it better," I replied, paying her a compliment. "As a woman should," Petra retorted before she clutched her breasts, making Lloyd and I laugh and cringe a little in the process. "So are you and Cooper....," Lloyd started to ask before trailing off. "No. He just saw me for the first time like this..." "He came with Derek," Alice interjected. "The two of you?" Petra asked, surprised, knowing our long-standing friendship. "No. We're not together," I replied, generating only disbelief. As I finished with my drink, I excused myself from Petra and Lloyd and headed back over to the makeshift bar Chris had setup for the party. I stepped behind it and poured myself a glass of whiskey on the rocks and stepped out from behind the bar. I could sense that some of my friends were surprised that I was sticking with my usual drink. Derek walked up to me and said, "How are you doing?" "Good." "How are you comfortable with this?" "How are you not?" I countered. "You're really fine with people thinking your gay?" "And you're not?" "But, I'm gay." "And you had more trouble with it than any of us did. I think you're the having the most trouble with me..." "Because you're not gay!" "You know that. I know that. Cooper knows that. So, what's the problem?" Derek shrugged as he realized that if it did not matter to me if our friends thought that I was gay, it was pointless for him to take exception to it. He shook his head with a smirk and said, "Straight girls just wish they didn't have to deal with you!" I smiled as I retorted, "Do you really want to fuck with them?" "What do you mean?" Derek asked as we stared at the girls who had begun to congregate in the kitchen. Dora had just begun to finish cooking, while Angela and Mo helped put out the food for a buffet style dinner. Knowing that Derek was never one to resist joining in on my fucking with people's heads, I said, "Let's play up our 'relationship, Sweetheart.'" He gave me a curious look before he asked, "So, what do you want me to do?" I laughed as I explained, "Look at us. You're clearly the man in our relationship! You make the decisions. I'm going to join the other girls." I winked at him as I walked towards the girls. The girls turned to me while I walked up to the island in the middle of the kitchen that the girls were mostly standing around. "Well, look who it is?" Dora said as I walked over. "The prettiest girl here," I retorted. "You wish," Petra replied, drawing some glances from the other girls, who were not thrilled with her sometimes overt self-satisfaction since they were each prone to fret over their own minor faults. "Julie, I have to ask you one thing," Mo said. "What?" "It's just this one thing..." "Out with it," I replied. "Where did you get those shoes?" "My shoes?" I said with a laugh. "They're so cute." "I know. I just love them," I said while I kicked my leg out to show them off. The girls started to laugh before Mo added, "You didn't answer my question." I told her I ordered them online before Alice asked, "What brand are your tights?" "What does it matter?" "They look good," Alice replied. I examined her face and tried to figure out her end game before I replied, "They're Hue." "Hue?" "Who else makes them?" I inquired. "You know Hue?" Maria asked. "What girl doesn't?" I replied with a smirk. "OMG, you're not gay. You're a girl," Maria squealed with a laugh as she hugged me. "I wouldn't go that far," I replied while the girls laughed at us, well, really me. "And what about the bag?" "What bag?" I answered Alice. "The clutch you were carrying." "I just had it lying around," I admitted, knowing the girls likely would not believe my truthful boast. "It just came out of the closet," Alice countered with a straight face. "Why not?" I replied before I took a sip of my drink. "You've got good taste. We've got to go shopping sometime," Alice said. "You need the help honey," I replied. She knew I was digging at her as Alice was more focused on being fashionable than any of the other girls in the group. "I need the help," Mo interjected while Alice went to snap something back at me. Although Mo was a shy girl by nature, when she spoke up, it was usually to step in before an argument or fight broke out. Alice stepped back and rolled her head to the side. Dora looked at the other girls for a second before she said, "No one's going to ask." "Ask what?" Maria inquired. "You know what." "No. What?" Maria replied. Dora turned to me and inquired, "How's Derek?" "Fine. You can ask him yourself," I replied, confused. "No. I mean how is Derek?" Dora responded, drawing it all out this time so that I could not miss what she meant. "I wouldn't know," I replied with a shake of my head. "Oh, come on. Dish. I've heard he has a nine inch dick," Dora responded, causing me to nearly spit out my drink. "That would have to split you in half," Mo blurted out. I think she almost thought that such a large dick was a myth. "I'm not in a relationship with Derek," I replied once I collected myself. "Oh come on," Dora retorted. I started swaying my ass while I leaned over the island, careful to bend over it. I turned back and saw Derek watching us before I turned my head back to the girls and replied, "There's nothing between..." I yelped as I felt a strong swat against my ass. I stood up straight while my jaw dropped as the loud sound filled the room. I had invited the action without realizing how strong Derek's hand actually was. My face felt like it must have turned beet red. The girls burst out laughing before I turned to Derek. Derek grinned at me and said, "Don't swing your ass if you don't want it get spanked, Jewel." I was unable to find the words to reply. I was humiliated and turned on by what had happened at the same time. Derek put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close as the girls' laughter turned to curiosity. I could see they were wondering if we really were a couple, especially as Derek's hand slid from my shoulder to my waist. Derek's actions seemed to leave no room for doubt that we were together. Derek seemed to realize it before he said, "You know we're just screwing with you ladies, right?" Derek's comment provoked laughter before he walked away. Angela rushed out after him while Dora turned her attention to her cooking. She called me over and asked me to carry something over to the table, just as she did with the other girls. None of the girls had ever asked me to help out in the kitchen before, so I was surprised by it. I certainly did not mind being treated like one of the girls, however, so, I eagerly did my small part to help Dora. Shortly after we put the stuff on the table, Dora took what she was cooking out of the oven. She then placed it on the table before she told everyone that the food was out. I grabbed a plate and ate, standing with some of the girls while we talked about old times. As we chatted, they noticed my uncomfortable grimaces before Alice asked, "What's wrong with you?" "My feet are killing me." "Welcome to the sisterhood," Alice exclaimed as she hugged me. Dora joined in the hug to, amused by my complaint. "For the record that's why I were flats," Dora added. "For the record, she wears flats because she's married. She can stand to look plain," Alice retorted. "Oh, who are you going to pickup here, Jewel, Derek, Copper?" Dora rejoined. "The gay guys are all by themselves," Alice replied with a laugh. "What about Pete and John?" I added before the girls laughed. They all treated Pete and John, as well as the rest of us guys, more like brothers. There was never going to be a romantic relationship there as we were all firmly entrenched in the friend zone, even before they all thought I was gay. After I finished eating, I got another glass of whisky and moved around the party. As I walked around the home, my eyes caught a glimpse of Cooper standing in the backyard with Mo as they each smoked their cigarettes. I stepped out the door and cringed as I clutched my exposed arms and said, "It's freezing out here." "What a shock, a woman is cold," Cooper cracked with a grin. Mo smiled as her teeth chattered a little. I looked at her as she stood standing only in the Spider Girl dress that was hugging her thick frame. The only other things she was wearing were her blue, fishnet tights and red mules. I shook my head and said, "How can you stand out here?" She lifted up her cigarette and said, "It sucks." She then added, "Did you know that Cooper has a boyfriend?" "No. I didn't." Cooper nodded before I inquired, "Why didn't you bring him?" "He's not out to his family yet." "So?" "He's afraid of some pics getting around." "That's nuts. Who's going to take his picture here? And even if they did, what are the odds that someone he knows will see the page?" "That's what I said." "Don't you guys go out," Mo asked. "All the time!" "And he's worried about a private party?" I replied, before I began to worry that Alice might post her photo on her Facebook page, even though no one I knew outside of the group was aware of her existence. "He's nuts. I know." "All guys are nuts," Mo interjected. "No, girls are the crazy ones," I countered. "Hey, girls are supposed to wear dresses, not boys. So I wouldn't talk about crazy, Julie." "I'm more of a girl than you'll ever be," I countered with mock indignation while I waved my finger around. "And you've probably kissed more boys than I ever will," Mo replied, casting her head down for a second. "Please, you can pickup a guy anytime you want," I replied, trying to lift her spirits. "Yah...some jobless loser at a bar." "The good ones are all taken," Cooper responded. "Or they're like you two," Mo said, half jokingly with a hint of resignation. "Hey, don't lump me in with him," Cooper replied as he pointed at me. "You're not a bottom?" Mo cracked, prompting us to laugh. I was uncomfortable with the insinuation, but I would draw the same conclusion based on what she had seen that night. Before I could say another word, Derek stepped out the back door and said, "Holy shit, it's cold out here!" "Like boyfriend like girlfriend," Mo replied with a laugh while she walked past Derek with a smile before she stepped inside the house. "You liked that, didn't you?" Derek asked me. I shook my head, but my blushing face gave away that I got an odd thrill from her erroneous conclusion. Cooper shook his head with a laugh while he held his drink up and said, "To Jewel, the only straight guy in the world who wants every girl to think he's gay." "To Julie," Derek added. I blushed in response before I clinked my glass with theirs. I wish I could understand why I am turned on by the fact that people think I'm gay even though I'm straight, but I haven't the faintest idea why. I doubt I ever will. I was consumed by the thought for a few moments before I spoke up and said, "Maybe I'm like that girl who got plastic surgery to look like a drag queen." "You know you're just giving us all a bad name," Cooper replied. "How so?" "They think we're all supposed to be girly girls who drink cosmos." "Do you see a whisky in my hands? I'm not the one drinking Vodka and Cranberry, Mister." "I think my drink is less gay than those tights," Cooper retorted. "Or so you like to think," I replied as I shook my ass in his direction and stepped back inside the house. "You keep doing that and you're going to get another spanking," Derek chided with a smirk. "Bite me, lover boy," I retorted. Angela and Mo were staring at me, having overheard my last comment to Derek as I entered the home. I blushed before I sensed Dora running towards my side. "What's going on?" I asked as her hands came to a rest on my waist, settled on pushing me forward. "Girl time," Dora replied while she steered me into the kitchen. Alice, Petra and Maria were already sitting in the kitchen when we entered. Angela and Mo were not far behind us. "Let's do shots," Petra blurted out as we entered. "What do you want to do?" "Fireball," Alice replied as I shook my head, not wanting to taste that cinnamon swill. "No, we're doing it," Petra said as she scurried off to get the bottle, while Dora placed shot glasses down. Petra poured the drink before I took a shot glass. We all raised our glasses to toast Dora for her new home and downed the booze. I cringed instantly at the fowl taste. "What's a matter? Can't handle your whiskey anymore?" Alice teased. "I can handle it without the cinnamon. Do any of you girls want to man up and try that?" I retorted. "Don't' get so uptight," Petra said before she paused and added, "Just let your hair down." She ran her fingers through the fake hair of my wig before she grazed my rear with her hands. I stood still, slightly aroused and disturbed by the way she was ignoring normal boundaries with me. Never one to miss an opportunity, Alice was patting my fake chest within seconds before she pretended to motorboat them. I laughed along with the girls, kind of bizarrely taking pleasure in it all as they treated me like I was a whore without actually doing anything sexual. The first chance I got, however, I stepped away from them to join the guys by the makeshift bar in the other room before I felt someone goose me. I jumped as Alice's laughter filled my ears. The action amused some of the girls, but Angela look like she was about to punch her as she started drinking faster. I abandoned my plan to join the guys and, instead, headed for the restroom to regroup. I knew that the novelty of the girls having a male friend in drag while being drunk was turning into a very bad situation for me. I heard the sounds of hurried, high-heeled shoes on the ground behind me while I continued towards the bathroom. I turned and looked at Angela as she stepped up behind me and asked, "What are you doing?" "Girls go to the bathroom together all the time," she countered while she pushed me through the doorway. I took mincing steps forward as her hands pushed against my back. "Are you wearing a bra?" She shrieked as she stared down at her hands with disgust. "How did you think I got this chest?" I retorted as I clasped my faux rack. "You're gay!" She shouted as she closed the door behind her. "I think you told me that already." "You can't be gay!" "Well, then make up your mind. You're making this very difficult for me by keeping me on the fence about what I am," I said with a feigned huff and mock indignation. "We'll see how gay you are." I gazed at her blankly before she threw her body against mine. My back slammed into the wall as my heeled feet backtracked. Angela threw her tongue into my mouth and clutched at my sides. Surprised, my hands caressed her sides through her form fitting costume. Angela reached under the skirt of my dress and felt my erection tucked between my legs. My eyes widen while I stared into hers as she had her fingers pressed against the nylon containing my hardened manhood. She smiled as she stepped away from me. She pushed me in the chest. She started to laugh as she said, "I knew you weren't gay. I knew it." I caught her as she tripped and helped her out of the bathroom and to the couch. She spanked my ass on the way before I left her to finally use the bathroom. I gawked at my reflection for a minute. I was in shock by what had transpired. Angela had never kissed me like that before. Still, I was all too aware that I was nothing more than her backup plan, which was still not good enough for me. I pulled my tights down and went to the bathroom. After I finished, I retucked myself. Once I washed up, I stepped out of the bathroom and went over to talk with the guys. The guys were talking about the local sports teams. I joined in, but they seemed a little more dismissive of my remarks than usual. They weren't dismissive of Derek's comments. From that I formed a hypothesis that when guys see a skirt, they immediately dismiss comments about 'guy stuff' from anyone wearing one. We all continued to talk while Angela occasionally stirred on the couch behind us. She did not say a word and kept falling asleep in fits. After a little while, Petra, Dora and Maria entered the room and moved to the sides of their boys. I was pushed towards Derek, and I could see that some of the girls expected me to be hanging onto him like they were with their guys. I was getting uncomfortable about that expectation, so I walked back towards the kitchen. I watched as Mo and Alice were putting out the desert while I approached them. "What this?" I asked. "What?" The girls asked as they came to a stop. "Why are your shoes off?" "You think you're the only one who's feet aren't made to wear pretty little torture devices," Alice asked. "Well, if you girls are taking them off, so am I," I replied as I pulled off my heels. My feet felt instant relief as they rested flat against the cold ceramic tiles beneath them. "Do you girls need help?" I asked as I put my heels with the girls'. "We could always use another set of hands," Mo replied before I helped the girls set out the dessert trays and cookies. I then helped put the coffee out before Mo told the others that the dessert was out. "Do you want to help me grab Angela," Alice asked. "Want to?" I replied. "Will you," she rephrased her question, nodding her head at me. I shrugged and got to my feet. We walked into the living room and helped stir Angela on the couch. We basically carried her into the kitchen before we poured her a cup of coffee and helped get some sugar into her system. As we tried to get Angela into semblance of working mental order so that Mo could safely drive her home, Dora walked back into the kitchen and started cleaning up. Alice and Mo got up and started helping, so I did the same. I had never done it before, but it felt normal to be one of the girls cleaning up at the party. We chatted as we tidied up the kitchen together. While I worked beside them, I wondered what they would think if they knew what I would give to be doing it all by myself in a maid's uniform for them. I smiled to myself as I thought about that while I washed a few glasses for Dora. Dora huffed as she pulled a heavy bag of garbage out of the can. I went to get it for her before she looked over to Court and said, "This bag is so heavy. Can you get it for me?" Court agreed immediately and took it from her. He brought it outside to the garbage bin for her while I stood there wondering why she didn't ask me to get it. I was closer. I'm a guy, at least on a chromosomal level. Not nearly as big as Court, but I was still a guy, even if I was wearing green tights and a dress. After Court walked back in and joined the guys, I sat back down with the girls. I didn't question why they treated me like a girl as we got back to talking. A few minutes later, Maria and Petra joined us at the table too. We chatted about our costumes and work. The girls spent most of the time complaining about other girls while I nodded along, slightly intrigued by their seemingly endless hatred of other women. As the conversation turned to Reality TV shows, however, I took my leave from the kitchen and went back into the living room, sans heels. "What's up, Shorty?" Court cracked as he looked down at me. "Did you shrink?" Derek added with a laugh, as the noticeable difference in my height without heels was evident. "My growth spurt was short lived" I retorted before getting Chris to refresh my drink. "Your little girl's got a wooden leg," Chris teased Derek while he handed me another glass of whisky. "Bitch can hold her liquor," Derek replied. I laughed as I took a sip and gave them all a thumb's up sign. I started talking with the guys again before the party began to wind down. Some of our friends started to take off for the night as 1 A.M. approached. We said goodbye to them before Derek was motioning that it was time to leave. We said goodbye to our remaining friends with our normal embraces. Derek and I stepped out of the house soon after I paused to put on my shoes. As we walked away from the house, Derek looked over his shoulder back at it and said, "You know, they think you're gay." "No," I replied with feigned shock. "They really do," Derek replied to reiterate his point. "Like I care," I retorted. "Well, I, suppose, it's better than being a sissy, Princess," Derek rejoined as he pushed me a little. I stumbled for a few steps in my heels before I righted myself, laughed and rejoined, "They don't see a difference." I turned my head back towards the home and caught Dora and Mo glancing at us through the window. Derek noticed it to and said, "Do they think I'd really date a sissy like you? I'm all man." "A man's man," I retorted with a smirk. "That's damn right," Derek replied. I smiled as I said, "But, let's them give them something to talk about." "What?" Derek replied. I pulled Derek close and reached up to his head. I pulled one hand down on the back of his head, while I put the fingers of my other hand between our lips, to make it look like we were kissing as I kicked my right leg up. As we stepped away from each other I heard a commotion from inside the house. Derek heard it too and laughed as he walked around the car, "I'm going to have some explaining to do." "Just learn to go with things, Darling," I retorted as I swung my legs into the car together.