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All Dressed Up but Nowhere to Go By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Out of the bad sometimes we find some good!!! In fact during these horific times we must find some good! So if you are cross dressing and wrestling with so much? Dress and enjoy staying dressed! Embrace your female side and live in "her" shoes as long as you can and use this time to find out about if this is what you want or who you should be! Stay Safe and I have loved hearing from so many during this time! Love to hear from you at [email protected] and thanks for reading and please comment! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ********************************************************************** Chapter One "Are you kidding sir?" Jacob asked his boss. "Laid Off?" "I'm sorry Mr. Jones," his boss confirmed, feeling horrible. "I hate to do it but the city is forcing us closed by the weekend. We'll have no work for you." "But aren't they asking all businesses to keep us on payroll?" Jacob asked, getting panicked. "Aren't you doing that?" "With some of our key people yes, but not the younger, less experienced staff," replied his boss. "I'm sorry Jacob. I've applied for money for payroll, but who knows when and if I'll get it so even with the help of the feds right now, I have no means to pay you." "That sucks," Jacob sulked. "It does, but you can collect," said his boss. "The unemployment benefits have never been better, and you can defer your rent or credit cards without a problem." "I guess that's good," Jacob replied. "But it still sucks. I've worked my ass off for you sir." "I know you did, and hopefully I can hire you back if this thing doesn't ruin my business or bankrupt me," said his boss. "Good luck, and I'd shake your hand but obviously I can't." "I know and I appreciate that," replied Jacob, dejected. "Good luck to you as well sir." "Thanks, and one last thing," said his boss. "Make sure you quarantine yourself for at least two weeks. You can never be too careful right now, and we've had some cases with some of our clients." "Yup, good advice," nodded Jacob. "Locking myself away as soon as I get home." On to the subway Jacob went, disappointed like so many others, even though he understood. He'd worked hard for a few years to get himself to at least be noticed, but now he'd be right back to square one like he was looking for a job after college. He knew his small savings couldn't last that long, but he could stretch them pretty far if he could defer his rent and car payments until he got back on his feet. He entered his apartment, tossing his keys on the end table before walking over and getting a beer from the frig. He sat down, feeling sorry for himself, almost breaking down until he heard his roommate open the door, coming in. "Hey," said Tim, walking in carrying a few bags and tossing them next to the couch. "I got your text. You ok?" "I guess," Jacob answered, sipping his beer. "Fucking sucks." "It does, but it'll be fine," said Tim. "I can handle the rent for a while by myself, so don't sweat it." "Listen I appreciate it, but I couldn't ask you to," said Jacob, dejected. "You don't have to, we're a team right?" said Tim. "It's just money, and we've talked about all this before in case anything happened. We'll manage." "You mean you'll manage," grumbled Jacob. "I'm thinking I'll be driving back across the country and moving back in with my folks. If I were you, start shopping for a new roommate." "How would that be smart?" said Tim. "Relax. You're not thinking clearly. They're over sixty and they live in the middle of nowhere, so little chance they are anywhere near the virus, while you've been in the heart of it. You really think that's what you should do?" "Of course not, but I can't freeload," said Jacob, tossing up his hands. "That's not who I am." "No kidding," replied Tim, shaking his head. "And another reason I have no interest in trying to find another roommate! And who would want to during this crazy time in the world." "Obviously no one would," said Jacob. "But that doesn't change things." "What isn't changing is I still have a job," Tim stated. "Now while I will be working from home a little more, I still have to go to my office at times, but that's not a bad thing. Sure, everything will be different, but my job is essential so I will be making some big time o/t so we'll be fine. Now chill, we're partners right, so I'll pick you up when I can, and you'll pick me up when the time comes." "You mean support me while I sit here playing video games and losing my mind?" Jacob tossed up his hands. "Well I was thinking pitch in doing more of the chores while I work more hours, if that would be ok?" said Tim, cringing a little. "Of course," said Jacob, giving him a funny look. "You don't even have to ask?" "Honestly I'm not even asking, so please don't think I am," said Tim. "I still want to do my part, and I will on days when I'm working from home or get home at a decent hour. I just figured during the times when I couldn't, so you wouldn't be upset if I didn't pitch in as much as I normally do and maybe you could." "I'm a neat freak," laughed Jacob. "You know I got that, and my boss said I should self quarantine for two weeks just in case, so I'll be in my room. After that though I can't be a leach, so once I know I'm good I'll be headed home." "Jacob?" Tim started to say as Jacob walked off, slamming his bedroom door. For the next Jacob was squirreled away in his bedroom as they talked only when Tim would get home from work through the bedroom door. Dinner would be in the microwave or oven every night when Tim would get home, but never had they been so distant, even in a fairly small two bedroom apartment. "Hey." Tim knocked. "Jacob, it's been a full week plus a weekend, so I'm thinking you can come out now and maybe we could eat together. Come on, seriously. I think you're fine." "You know I'd like that," said Jacob through the door. "You sure it's safe?" "No one's sure of anything these days, but have you even had a sniffle?" said Tim through the door. "Actually no, and I feel great," thought Jacob. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be out, ok?" A few minutes turned into a half hour, but eventually Jacob came out in a big sweat shirt and a baseball cap. "So that's what you look like," laughed his roommate. "I was expecting maybe wolfman, but you look and smell..." "Smell how?" asked Jacob, rolling his eyes and sitting down at the table. "Yeah I still shave and shower every day if that's your point." "I figured you would be," Tim laughed, taking some salad. "Maybe it's just that I've barely seen you, but your skin looks so like...? You doing some acne treatment or something?" "Let's say I kind of started a skin care regiment," admitted Jacob, taking some salad and one small piece of chicken. "Cool. Well looks like its working." Tim took some potatoes. "That's all you're eating?" "I'm not that hungry," said Jacob, playing with his food. "Relax, and eat," said Tim, rolling his eyes. "March rent is paid, and I'm getting my overtime check. Now eat. We're good." "I'm on a diet," said Jacob, tapping his chin. "And we're not good! This is all too much on me, and I'm going to pack up soon to head home. I can't leach off you Tim. I just can't." "This is your home, and you're not?" replied Jacob, getting annoyed. "This place has never looked better, and how much weight have you lost? Is it a diet or stress doing this?" "Well, both," said Jacob. "But I feel so much better with the weight off. Maybe nine or ten pounds. I'm not that sure." "So you're not sure?" said Tim. "Because I know you're always on that scale in the bathroom." "Twelve pounds," Jacob answered, bowing his head. "In eleven days?" asked Tim, surprised. "I guess?" admitted Jacob. "But I'm still doing more. I hate my body right now." "And you're thinking that'll be easy back home with your mother," joked Tim, stuffing his face. "The times we've visited your family, I could barely get my jeans on the next day." "You know I don't want to go home, but what choice do I have," Jacob replied, getting emotional. "The President just announced at least another month of this. That's at least another month of no work, and I'm sure that means more." "Of course it does," said Tim. "You need to count on being out two or three months at least. That's your reality and I'm fine with it. We're good financially, and I told you we're in this together. Now chill and take advantage of this time. That's what you should be doing!" "Wel in a way I am, but I'd rather be working," explained Jacob. "I'm just not sure what I should do?" "Of course you'd rather be working, but millions aren't, so do what a lot of people are doing. Taking advantage of this time to refresh, soul search and whatever makes you happy," lectured Tim. "Since you'll be cooped up at least a month or so, maybe now's the time you could well... maybe dress like you've always wanted to." "You mean like baggy sweats, being lazy?" laughed Jacob pulling on his big shirt. "Yeah been doing that." "Yeah I see that but not what I mean," said Tim, shaking his head and then looking away. "I'm saying I'm cool with you not having to hide shit in the closet, so since you're mostly stuck in the house you don't have to be stuck in the closet. You can be yourself." "Myself?" Jacob was stunned. "UUuummm... I am. Aren't I?" "I mean all the time," said Tim, breaking eye contact. "Whenever you want?" "I'm not sure what you mean Tim," Jacob asked. "I mean not just when I'm not home and you're alone," explained Tim, swallowing. "Oh ummm," Jacob stuttered. "I've found stuff Jacob, and it's cool," said Tim, taking a breath. "I know you cross dress, and I don't have an issue with it, so take advantage of the time. Like I said, be yourself." "I can't believe you've gone through my stuff?" said Jacob, pissed. "Through my room!" "I didn't," said Tim. "But you haven't had a girl here in six months. There was a lipstick in the bathroom on the vanity which was there and then it wasn't, and also panties at the bottom of the hamper." "Those were from...?" Jacob began to say. "Don't? I said it was cool, and I know they're not my girlfriend's," said Tim, holding up his hand. "Since she's a nurse, I haven't seen her in three weeks and won't be able to for months probably. Plus she only wears thongs, and I've never seen her in red lipstick." "You sure," mumbled Jacob. "Girls change it up lots of times, and Suzie is quite the trendy type." "True, but I'm thinking she didn't," smiled Tim. "Plus I know the scent of nail polish remover and Noxima. I have two sisters, remember?" "Yeah," gulped Jacob. "Plus I did see stuff though as I knocked on your door last week and when I opened it, checking on you," admitted Tim. "You ummm... left your trunk wide open." "Then you did come in my room!" Jacob said. "You went through my private stuff?" "I didn't know you were in the bathroom," explained Tim, backpedaling. "It was too quiet and I didn't even go in, but it was impossible not to see a wig and heels underneath a stack of Polaroid's with the trunk open. It was difficult to miss, and who even takes polaroid's in this day and age?" "Oh gawwdddd." Jacob was mortified. "I was in the tub soaking with my headphones in. I didn't even expect you home." "Listen, I don't mind and I've always kind of suspected it," said Tim, looking him dead in the face. "Sure, I always did wonder what was in that trunk, so better you have girls stuff in there than a bomb, roomie." "Why? You were worried I was a crazy roommate?" said Jacob, getting upset. "You asked me when I first moved in and I told you I had clothes in there." "It's a joke. I've never been worried even for a second, and I know you don't know this, but I have a transgender cousin," said Tim, shrugging his shoulders. "She's awesome and hid shit for years. It ate her up inside, so I can only imagine how hard it is, so shit happens for a reason you know?" "You mean like I should dress and try being female full time?" said Jacob, getting angry. "Like that's why you think I lost my job? So I can see if this is who I want to be?" "I have no idea, but you think you'll get a chance like this again?" Tim explained. "Forget it," yelled Jacob, getting up from the table. "I'm packing my shit and I'm gone." "Hey," yelled Tim, chasing after him and grabbing his arm, stopping him. "What are you doing? I'm trying to help here!" "But you're not," yelled Jacob, yanking away his arm and storming into his room, slamming the door. After about an hour, the door cracked open and out came Jacob as Tim was still sitting at the table looking at his laptop. "I'm sorry," Jacob said before smiling. "It doesn't come out much, but I guess you just saw my bitchy diva side." "No, you're quite fiery most of the time," smiled Tim. "But please don't leave like this. I'm sorry too that I said anything and I don't want you to leave." "I know, but can we not talk about that now?" said Jacob, taking a breath. "I'm going to sleep on it, ok?" "Sure," nodded Tim. "Want to watch a movie or something?" "I'd like that, but did you mean what you said?" Jacob asked. "You think shit really does happen for a reason, and this did happen to me so I could, you know, like see how it would feel to be dressed every day?" "Maybe?" thought Tim. "And all I meant was when would you ever get this chance again?" "I don't know?" said Jacob, shaking his head. "But really I hope not under the circumstances?" "No one does. It's terrible what's happened out there," reasoned Tim. "But thing is you're healthy. I'm healthy and you have to give it..." "Stop," said Jacob, putting up his hand. "I can't." "I think you mean won't?" said Tim. "And is it because I'm here?" "Maybe?" thought Jacob. "I don't know what I mean or if I even want to?" "Well, all I'm saying is I'm cool with it if you do," said Tim, walking up to him and tapping his arm before walking past him. "You don't need to explain yourself to me, but don't be kicking yourself that you didn't once you go back to work and the chance is gone. That's all I'm saying." "Ok," nodded Jacob, following Tim into the living room. "Let's just watch a movie please. I said I want to sleep on it." "Yeah I know you did, but it wasn't me that brought it up again was it?" joked Tim, turning towards him. "Shut up and make the popcorn," laughed Jacob, walking past him. "I've done all the cooking for two weeks, so it's the least you could do." "Yes, ma'am," joked Tim, turning back to the kitchen and getting right on it. They shared a laugh as Jacob gave him the finger and they watched a movie, never broaching the subject again. In the morning, there would more commotion than Tim was accustomed to hearing and then he looked up, feeling the pillow pulled off his head. "Come have breakfast with me," said Jacob, tossing it next to Tim on the bed. "What time is it?" Moaned Tim, rubbing his eyes. "Complaining already?" joked Jacob. "What happened to that guy from last night? The one that just said yes ma'am?" "Holy?" gulped Tim, sitting straight up. "You're..?" "Jessica," nodded Jacob, almost instantly breaking any eye contact and turning away. "Now come on before your breakfast gets cold." It took a moment to sink in that he was looking at his roommate all made up as he tried not to stare but really didn't even get the chance, as instead he was staring at his ass wiggle from his bedroom in a tight skirt and black pumps. He practically leaped out of bed the moment Jacob exited the doorway and hurried into the kitchen as breakfast was already on the table. "Wow, look at this spread!" said Tim, stunned at the big spread. "You made me pancakes and eggs." "Yup, your favorites," said Jacob as he bent over, pouring him some coffee. "And you made me.... happy." "Really?" smiled Tim, looking up at him. "I'm so glad to hear that and you... well look pretty good." "Honestly I'm not sure I do, but thanks," Jacob replied, pouring some cream in Tim's coffee making it how he knew he liked it. "But at least I'm going to have more time to practice now, so time will tell if I really do." "Well I think you do, considering this is the first time I've seen you like this, and look at this breakfast," said Tim, stuffing some bacon in his mouth. "You didn't have to do all this." "And you didn't have to do anything you've done for me," said Jacob, pouring him some juice. "So consider this just a start." "You mean the start of me gaining every pound you're losing," laughed Jacob, scooping some eggs into his mouth. "Slow down, girl." "Sorry, I'm just kind of excited," Jacob laughed, adding some strawberries on Tim's plate. "Maybe I did overdo it a little?" "Not complaining," smiled Tim, chewing and loving his meal. "I really appreciate it, and trust me I'm not letting it go to waste, but please sit with me." "Ok, and I've been up almost all night doing a lot of thinking, but I decided I won't either," said Jacob, sitting down, twirling a strand of his hair and looking across at him. "You know, let this opportunity go to waste, so I can't thank you enough but it is weird to be referred to as girl. But thanks for that too." "I bet, but you're welcome, Jessica," grinned Tim, slicing through his pancakes. "That though will take some getting used to as well. But I kind of like it, and it's been a while since a girl cooked for me." "Well it's still me doing it, but that will be the new norm, roomie," said Jacob proudly. "I got all the cooking and cleaning no problem. You bring home the bacon, and I'll fry it up in a pan." "That sounds good to me," nodded Tim, loving his meal. "But I am curious about one thing if you wouldn't mind me asking?" "Sure?" Jacob nodded. "You can ask me just about anything? Who else do I have to talk to about this?" "And just so you know, you can tell me anything. It stays with us," said Tim, making a zipping motion across his mouth while chewing before swallowing and looking over at him. "So you gonna dress like this every day at home? Trust me, I'm not complaining, but I am curious?" "Weren't you the one that just encouraged me to do it?" said Jacob, making a face, confused. "Find out what it was really like?" "Well yeah?" laughed Tim. "But that I expected. I meant like in a short skirt and heels. Again not complaining, because I already think you look amazing in that, but it's only us here." Jacob looked away, breaking eye contact and turning a little red. Certainly he was dressed more for a nice night out than he was for a breakfast in. It was an incredibly awkward, yet unavoidable moment as the subject of him being in a tight fitting, classic little black dress would finally be addressed. He could already feel the pinch at his toes, yet somewhat relished the minor discomfort of his feet in spikey black patent four inch pumps. Sheer black stockings would give his legs a shapely appearance before fading beneath the black mini-skirt. Ample faux mounds gave him a busty shape beneath the shapely dress, yet it's high rounded neckline would reveal no cleavage. Long brunette loose waves sat on each shoulder tumbling past his boobs and well down his back in a popular, long layered style. The medium chestnut brown wig was close to his actual color and parted just as his own natural longish shoulder length style normally would be from a left side part. What wouldn't be normal would be thick lashes, plum blush and bronze eye shadow, as his eye makeup would be a bit heavy. A thick silver Bengal, a few rings and tinkling silver three tiered earrings would certainly add some sparkle as they reflected with the metallic of the appliances. He swallowed hard, feeling his palms grow sweaty and then swept some hair from his left eye with his painted red rose short nail. From his cherry glossed lips he exhaled, and then worked up the courage to look his roommate in the eye, answering him. "Oh thanks," said Jacob getting embarrassed. "Well that's kind of the thing about being a let's say bedroom cross dresser... when you buy shit it's kind of to feel pretty or sexy, so as girls go you really don't own kind of every day practical clothes to hang around the house." "Aaahhhh," Tim replied. "That makes a lot of sense." "Well it does when you never think you'd be in the position of dressing every day?" said Jacob, tossing up his hands. "Kind of also all of a sudden being the woman stuck in the house." "Yup, I get it. So all you have is sexy kind of fetish wear?" Tim asked, rubbing his chin. "Did I say that right?" "I'm not sure if it's a fetish or what it is honestly?" said Jacob, looking down. "I've wondered about that for years, but I guess over the next month or so I'm about to find out." "Cool, and I'm here to help in any way I can, ok Jessica?" said Tim. "Let's hope you feel that way seeing me in the same clothes in a few days," laughed Jacob. "I don't own more than a weeks' worth of dresses, only three pairs of shoes and half my underwear is lingerie." "Really?" Tim asked, stopping for a moment before shoveling some eggs in his mouth, surprised. "Which you will not be seeing me in," said Jacob, turning red. "But uuumm I'll be doing everything around here but I'm hoping you won't mind doing the laundry? No way could I go down there like this! I don't think I'd even have the courage to ride in the elevator! What if someone got in with me dressed like this?" "No, I'm sorry. That was stupid," said Jacob, shaking his head. "I just won't dress those days and I'll do it. I wasn't thinking." "No no you were," nodded Tim. "Just teach me what to do and I got it. You're not flipping back and forth. This is something you need to do so just.. just stick with it and I'm with you." "Thanks," sighed Jacob. "Hopefully after a while I'll work up the nerve to go down there and out like this, but I need a lot more practice first." "There's no rush," replied Tim, reassuring him. "I didn't even realize you've never even been out like this." "How could you have?" Jacob said before biting his finger. "But? You think I could pass?" "Uumm?" Tim cringed as he half-looked him over. "Sure? I think so, but maybe not walking in broad daylight in that much makeup." "Yeah I get it," laughed Jacob. "I have no real training, and until recently most work on my face has been late at night in a dimly lit room. I guess I do have a tendency to overdo it a bit?" "Not that I don't like it, but maybe a little easier on the blush and tone down the bright lipstick?" Tim rubbed his chin. "But what the hell do I really know?" "No, that's helpful," smiled Jacob, stepping back and putting his hands on his hips, half modeling. "That's it?" "Umm?" "You're kind of putting me on the spot here Jessica." "It's ok," sighed Jacob, biting his lip. "I need to hear it, ok?" "Sure," said Tim, tapping his chin. "Well I just kind of think it's a great look for clubbing or a party, but not exactly the type of look that wouldn't draw maybe more attraction than you'd want? You know while you're learning stuff, Jess?" "I get that too," nodded Jacob before a big grin filled his face. "And did you just call me Jess, not even Jessica?" "Oh, was that ok?" asked Tim confused. "Absolutely!" Jacob answered. "You shortened my name or a nickname or whatever that is. That felt nice, and of course it's ok." "Cool, well that's all I got Jess?" Tim smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "So if you're ok in heels and tight skirts all day in our apartment I'm not complaining, and what else can I say?" "Nothing i guess?" nodded Jacob. "Except I know you're being too kind, and what time should I have dinner ready?" "Not sure yet, but how about I call you around lunch time?" said Tim. "That works," said Jacob, taking a bag from the refrigerator. "And I packed you lunch." "Jeez! You really are incredible, and thanks," smiled Tim. "I'm going to be four hundred pounds and you're going to be a rail." "And if you were, who cares," said Jacob, taking away his dish. "You'd still be the best roommate any girl could have." "Thanks, but you're not any girl, Jessica," nodded Tim, wiping his mouth and taking the lunch bag. "You're the best, so stop thanking me so I can get to work. I'll see you later." Never could Jacob be any more pleased as Tim took his bag and headed off to work. For the next three days the routine would be the same, as Jacob would greet Tim with a nice breakfast and wonderful dinner. It couldn't have been nicer to be treated like a woman as they'd talk every night about each of their days and then share some down time together watching television. They were both getting more comfortable as roommates like this, and then as Friday came so did the first of Tim's chores doing laundry. "So I'm down to two outfits, so I was thinking since you're working from home today that you wouldn't mind going down and doing some laundry for me," Jacob asked as they were finishing up breakfast. "No problem," said Tim, sipping his coffee. "I'll go down and start it then finish on my lunch break." "Thanks," said Jacob. "Underwear separate and on delicate, then my dresses can't go in the dryer so they have to hang dry. It's not a lot, but it'll still be a few loads since you can't mix the darks with the colors. Should I write it all down for you?" "Please," replied Tim. "And I don't mind at all, but did you want to come make sure I do it right?" "Leave here?" Jacob asked. "Well leave here safely," replied Tim, looking him dead in the face. "I was thinking you'd be in a mask and gloves anyway, so who would even know you?" "I see your point and it makes sense," said Jacob anxiously. "But I'm not ready. Please I'm not, and you said..!" "It's ok, I'm not rushing you Jess, and I'll do it." Tim rubbed his arm, comforting him. "But eventually when you do feel comfortable going down for laundry or out for groceries, I think you'll see behind a mask and gloves or scarfs or whatever no one really knows anyone." "I get it, but I just need to get better at this stuff first," Jacob answered. "Walking, talking and who'd be doing laundry in a dress and heels? I need..." "To relax, and you're getting better by the day at all this," said Tim, grabbing the laundry basket. "Just don't kill me if I wreck your clothes." "Please?" gulped Jacob. "You're joking right, because you know how limited my wardrobe is." "Joking! Of course I'm joking, Jess!" Tim walked towards the door. "I'll throw in your underwear first and I'm going food shopping tomorrow, so make me a list ok?" "Ok," nodded Jacob, touching his chest, feeling better. "And thanks again." "I told you already," said Tim, leaving their apartment. "You don't need to thank me." "Yeah I do, and this is embarrassing, but could you help me a second," said Jacob, turning around and unzipping the back of his dress. "This is going to need to be washed on it's own, and I've been doing it in the sink, but I kind of sweat in this all day." "Is that a...?" Tim gawked, seeing the black boned garment under his dress through the zipper. "Corset cincher kind of thing," said Jacob, shaking his head, reaching back and holding the zipper apart. "Just pull the laces please and don't make a big deal." "Jeezz," gulped Tim, pulling the laces open. "How long you been in that?" "Well I've been sleeping in it lately, but as much as I can and ahhhh that's good," Groaned Jacob. "Turn around please." "Oh sure," gulped Tim, spinning away. "Look I started with a few hours a day and it's been making an impact, so I'm slowly wearing it more." Jacob reached under his dress, pulling it past his hips and then wiggled it off. "I read a lot about this stuff and have had it for years, but obviously this is the first chance I've had to do some corset training. And truthfully with the weight loss, I'm thinking it's making an impact. Here." "Oh?" said Tim, turning around and taking it. "I'm aaaaahh thinking it is too, but I really wouldn't exactly know." "Sorry if I made you that uncomfortable." Jacob reached behind himself, re-zipping his dress. "Forget I said anything, and maybe let me wash it in the sink again." "You didn't," said Tim, shoving in the basket under some things. "Well you did, but I got it. That was our deal, so don't worry about it." "Thanks," said Jacob softly smiling. "So do I look fat in this now?" "Fat?" Tim answered, uncomfortably staring at his friend. "You?" "Good answer," laughed Jacob, before turning to do the dishes. "I mean that is what a real girl would say right? And don't put it in the dryer please." They shared a brief chuckle and then Tim went down and started the laundry before he came back up to do some work. Between calls he'd head back down, bringing some of his own laundry, towels and then before long he came up for lunch. "My first time doing bras and panties, so I'm happy to report they are Downy fresh," joked Tim, putting down the basket. "Wow, that smells so good?" "I hope you're speaking about your lunch, and not my underwear?" smiled Jacob, placing some food on the table. "Aaahh yeah roomie and those are only the whites?" laughed Tim. "We're close, but not that close, and your bright colored undies are in now." "Good, because there's only room for one primadona in this apartment," Jacob laughed, loading some rice and corn on Tim's plate. "And I'm willing to share just about anything except maybe my underwear." "I know you are, and I was afraid to ask this, but would you care to share a little more about how you've been feeling?" asked Tim. "It's Friday, so it's been two full weeks now." "Oh, I still feel great!" smiled Jacob, sitting down across from him now. "But you know that already, and you asked me that before I came out of my room on Monday." "I wasn't talking about self-quarantine," smirked Tim. "I meant how you've been feeling about living like this. I mean you ask me about my day and I tell you everything, but...." "I tell you every day about my day?" Jacob shot right back at him. "We talk every night?" "Yeah about my job and then about the shows you watched or what you cooked and cleaned," said Tim. "Today I find out you've been doing corset training, so obviously there's a lot more happening than that right?" "Well I've been working out and watching lots of videos trying to learn, but it's not easy," explained Jacob. "If that's what you're asking?" "Maybe?" said Tim. "Because looks like you're getting even skinnier and more toned? That's more than corset training, right?" "Diet and exercise," nodded Jacob. "Being restricted while you do that supposedly helps, and it's a bit embarrassing, but I've also doing at least an hour every day of dance. I tape myself and then try to get the movements right." "I'd love to see that," laughed Tim. "Can we watch that tonight?" "Absolutely not," Jacob said, waving his finger at him. "I suck at it right now and it's not like I own any dance outfits, so I do it in my underwear! No way am I letting you see that, and I can barely watch it myself!" "Ok..ok! Makes sense," laughed Tim, half choking on his lunch. "But you know I can see it in your movements. Little things? They seem to be getting more... I don't even know how to say it but.... girly?" "Let's hope so, I've been also studying lots of trans stuff and what they do to act more feminine," Jacob replied. "Plus I watch makeup videos and try but don't have the right stuff just yet." "Oh put it on the list and I'll get it at the supermarket," said Tim. "I don't mind, and I think they have all that stuff there." "I kind of do mind, and stop, you already pay for enough," said Jacob, putting up his hand. "I'll wait for my first unemployment check, and honestly what's happening with me is a lot more than cosmetic, so if you really want to know something personal, I guess I'll share." "Sure," said Tim. "Anything?" "Well I was going to have to share this anyway soon, because you are my support system," said Jacob. "I've started on-line counseling." "Oh that's great!" said Tim with some vigor before thinking. "Uuummm it is great, right?" "I think so," laughed Jacob. "It's no big thing, just someone to share my feelings with and to help me understand what I'm going through? What I'm dealing with?" "Cool?" said Tim. "And you know I'm here for you too, right? For anything?" "Yeah of course I do, but I can't expect you to understand this?" Exhaled Jacob. "Right?" "I guess not?" said Tim, shaking his head and then pointing. "But I'm still a good listener?" "You're the best listener any friend could have!" smiled Jacob, tapping the table. "Now go get my clothes out of the dryer before someone steals my bras. You left the expensive stuff unoccupied." "I'm on it," laughed Tim, pushing back his chair. "That pink lacey stuff I can see being quite the hot commodity." "Get out, stupid," laughed Jacob, hurling a napkin at him as they shared a laugh. Tim went down and this time he was gone for a while before finally returning with a basket and Jacob's dresses on hangers. "Jessica, you mind coming in the kitchen a minute," Tim called out as he came into their apartment. "It's important, and don't be mad at me, but I need to talk to you about something?" "One second," said Jacob from the bathroom, switching off the sink. "Tell me someone did not really steal my favorite Victoria Secret stuff?" "Well no, and I just put your stuff in your bedroom," replied Tim from across the room, spinning his mask around his fingers, pointing towards the kitchen table. "But you do remember Rebecca from 4A right?" "Oh gawwdd," Jacob froze, looking the other way seeing this beautiful blonde sitting at his kitchen table. "Don't be nervous, and I figured since you're stuck in the apartment I thought the three of us could spend some time together?" said Tim, smirking. "The three of us?" said Jacob as his eye bulged, clutching the chair.