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All Dressed Up but Nowhere to Go By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Three As the door slammed, Tim felt terrible, instantly losing his appetite and then knocking on Jacob's door. His efforts to talk were turned away as Jacob shooed him off so into his own room he went, watching television. In the morning, Jacob was waiting in the kitchen having Tim's breakfast ready when he came out of his room. He was dressed even more casually in black leggings, flats and a sparkly girly t-shirt with his makeup already done and his hair in messy casual curls. As Tim walked towards him, he looked him dead in the eye, pouring him some coffee and then pointed to Tim's chair. "Eat before your breakfast gets cold," Jacob told him, pouring him some juice. "Look, Jessica," Tim began. "About last night." "Stop," Jacob interrupted him. "There's nothing to talk about, except I over reacted. I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" said Tim. "No, I'm the one that should be sorry and I am." "No. It's me, and I was up half the night thinking about it," explained Jacob. "It's me." "It's not, and I couldn't sleep either," Tim said. "I felt horrible and I was way out of line." "In a bar maybe not? But in our apartment? Sure a little, but it's fine?" said Jacob, staring at Tim and getting glassy eyed. "The more I thought about it, it's actually a compliment that you forgot for a minute who I really was and slapped my ass. Really if I was a girl in a bar I'd be offended for a second but in reality I guess really flattered. Doesn't every girl really feel that way?" "Maybe, but I guess I wouldn't know," said Tim. "I'm not sure I know either," Jacob replied. "But I think so?" "I guess that makes a lot of sense though," Tim smiled. "Then I'm still sorry I was rude, but you're welcome? So we're good? You and me?" "You and me were always good," nodded Jacob, holding in his emotions. "And I know it must be hard missing your girlfriend. I hear you talking to her sometimes and I'm sure it sucks." "Well yeah, but these are fucked up times, right?" said Tim, looking away. "We all deal with it?" "Yeah very fucked up." Jacob fanned out his hands. "No more proof of that than me, and you haven't told her about me like this have you?" "No," said Tim, shaking his head. "I didn't think you wanted me telling anyone?" "Thanks. I don't, and Rebecca was bad enough, even though that could not have gone better," sighed Jacob. "Plus I'm not too sure Jennifer would be too thrilled with you buying me all these outfits." "Yeah, that we will not be mentioning either when you are ever ready to meet her like this," smirked Tim. "These lips are sealed." Jacob got up and walked over, kissing his cheek. "She's a lucky girl." "Yeah," sighed Tim stunned. "Sealed?" "Sorry! Maybe a bad choice of words, and not sealed in pink." Jacob took his finger, wiping the lipstick off his roommate's cheek. "I guess now we're even though on making each other uncomfortable." "No, that was sweet, but damn right she'd be jealous of me living with such a beautiful woman who cooks like you do." Tim shoveled some eggs in his mouth. "It's better I not leave this house with another girl's lipstick on me, ok?" They both cracked up laughing as they'd passed another milestone. Jacob had grown even more comfortable with himself in the role of Jessica, no longer stuck just as an over-dressed cross dresser but now slowly adjusting to a more casual stay at home feminine life. Slowly but surely he began leaving the house as he began with laundry runs, then a quick walk around the block, to finally doing some minor shopping. First the pharmacy, then the bakery and eventually the supermarket were easily accomplished in his new attire and behind a mask. That mask provided more than just protection from the virus, as it also provided a level of comfort for his psyche. Framed by a cute bob and racooned eyes in flats and jeans with fabulous nails, he blended right in while keeping his social distance. Each day he took more steps as he had been quarantined over a month now, until he felt a hand on his back, startling him early on a bright Sunday morning in their kitchen. "Morning, Jess," said Tim, giving him a soft rub at his back and then taking the coffee mug from the cabinet. "Happy Easter." "Hey," said Jacob, turning from his work at the counter and giving him a look. "Happy Easter. So what are you doing up already? I figured you'd be sleeping in after how late you worked on a Saturday night. You're finally off today, aren't you?" "Kind of, and sorry I missed our movie night." Tim smiled as Jacob stopped what he was doing and poured him some coffee. "I have a few early conference calls and then I'm done." "Even on Easter?" Jacob asked. "Yup," nodded Tim. "But I won't be that long." "Ok good, because you deserve a little break," said Jacob, getting the cream from the refrigerator. "I'll get right on breakfast then. I'm sorry I didn't expect you up already, or I would have had everything set." "Obviously not," smirked Tim, staring up at his hair. "But looks like you've had something set." "Oh gawwddd." Jacob made a face, mortified, and turning away. "I...I just.. Well like I said I didn't expect you up this early." "Don't be embarrassed," said Tim, trying not to burst out laughing. "I used to live with my grandmother, and that's how she looked every morning when she served me breakfast." Jacob couldn't look at him as he also couldn't control his giggles as he opened the refrigerator and took out some frozen waffles while they both shared a laugh. "So how about I just pop in some waffles and I can heat some home fries. That 'granny' can do quickly," joked Jacob, making a face at him. "I wasn't planning a big breakfast since I've been up basting the turkey, and I'll be cooking us a big Easter meal. That work for you?" "Sounds great," replied Tim as Jacob tossed the waffles in the toaster. "And glad you laugh about these things now that you used to be more sensitive about." "Who's sensitive?" smiled Jacob, patting his curlers before turning on the frying pan and dumping in the home fries. "Call it more exhausted, as you think it's easy sleeping in these things. I tossed and turned half the night, plus I had to get up like a senior citizen to start this turkey early anyway if you care." "Of course I care," said Tim as Jacob sipped some juice. "And you didn't have to go through all this trouble. It's just another day." "No, it's Easter, and you more than anyone deserve a holiday," said Jacob, stirring the pan and then coming over and pouring Tim some more juice. "Now drink your juice and don't argue with your grandmother. One more stupid word like that and I'll greet you in curlers every day looking like this." "Just so you know, I wouldn't mind." Tim lifted Jacob's phone from the table as it was vibrating. "But I'm thinking you wouldn't exactly be wanting to facetime with your mother like this?" "Oh gawwdd!" panicked Jacob. "Don't you dare answer that!" "You know I've been dying to ask you, but I figured I'd mind my business," smiled Tim, wiggling the phone in the air. "But how you can you avoid talking and wishing your mother a Happy Easter? and you haven't told her about any of this yet? Have you?" "Give me that!" said Jacob, snatching the phone, putting it next to his ear as he pulled the waffles from the toaster, fixing Tim's plate. "Happy Easter mom, and yeah my camera is messed up. So how's everything?" He rolled his eyes, giving Tim a look as he chatted with his mother while he served Tim. Back to cooking he went while Tim ate and he cooked while making conversation with his family, mostly his mother. It would be his first holiday away from his family so just that alone was odd before you even added any of his experiment as Jessica and of life as a different gender. Once Tim returned to his room to do his conference calls, Jacob would be stuck on the phone listening to family gossip and then sympathy for his unemployment as they talked while he was preparing their Easter dinner. When finally the turkey was in the oven and he could happily hang up the phone, he would be able to get himself together for their Sunday meal. Into his room he went, taking his time doing his face and hair before getting dressed and finally emerging when he heard the oven beep. A month of domestication now felt like he'd been doing this all his life as he set the table and placed everything down on it, arranging all the sides. He kept everything warm in bowls and covered things in tin foil until he turned seeing Tim emerge from his room, sniffing the air. "Everything smells great," said Tim, walking towards him. "Wow Jessica. You umm....." "Look different without curlers?" joked Jacob, patting his hairdo. "Yeah.. yeah... but hopefully that wow would be you commenting on our nice meal for the day. Hope you're hungry?" "Sure? Of course it was." Tim looked him up and down for a moment before turning back towards the table. "Look at all this!" "Thank you," replied Jacob, placing more food on the table. "And thanks for granny's apron. That really came in handy today." "Uuumm I didn't buy you an apron?" Tim answered confused. "Did I?" "Well Rebecca did with your money obviously." Jacob put down the plate of steaming vegetables. "She saw the stain on one of my dresses that wasn't coming out, so it was in one of the bags." "Oh then I guess I did, and glad that wasn't insulting," said Tim with pot holders on his hands, moving more hot dishes to the table. "If I'd have known I would have had her get you a nice French maid's uniform." "Save that for your girlfriend when we get back to normal," laughed Jacob, untying the apron and pulling it off, tossing it at him playfully, putting out his hand. "But come inside with me for a minute. I think the Easter bunny may have left something for you?" "Really?" said Tim, as Jacob was pulling him into their living room. "Yup, and close your eyes," said Jacob, pushing Tim's lids closed before they got there and handing him a small Easter basket. "Ok." "For me?" Tim asked, looking down seeing all the candy. "Nice!" "It's not much," said Jacob, with pink rabbit ears on his head, now pointing at some candy with his long colorful nails. "Just something I put together with the Hershey bunnies and all the candy I know you like." "That's so thoughtful, Mrs. Easter bunny," joked Tim surprised. "You shouldn't have, and now I feel horrible I didn't get you anything?" "You kidding?" said Jacob, making a face. "Mrs. Easter bunny doesn't need anything?" "Not that I don't think these are cute on you, but I meant Jessica," said Tim, pulling off the ears. "Sorry?" "Jessica? You've spoiled her rotten, and she'll kill you if you fuck up her hair!" smiled Jacob, snatching back the bunny ear headband and fumbling it around in his fingers, nervously patting his hairdo before taking a breath and fussing with his flowing skirt. "But uuumm actually you did. I was hoping you wouldn't mind?" Jacob looked down, bashfully breaking eye contact, waiting for a comment from his roommate as he blushed, showing off his new dress. It would certainly be no dress any grandmother would wear, yet very appropriate for a young woman on Easter, as spring had sprung for him even though they were still stuck in the house. It would be quite different than his earlier club like dresses, and a welcome change for him personally from casual wear. He loved the feel of the soft fabric, and the femininity of being in pastel colors, as he looked up, batting his lashes and hoping for a compliment. "Of course not, and you bought that yourself?" Tim asked, really getting a better look at him now without the apron covering it. "Yeah it's only from Target," said Jacob, looking down, still quite embarrassed, grabbing both sides of the skirt. "My first Easter like this, so I figured I need an Easter dress and I don't own anything like this. Really it's the first dress I ever bought in a store without being embarrassed that I was looking at dresses or pretending I was buying something for someone else, so it was hard to resist. This I'll also pay you back for." "No you won't," smiled Tim. "I love it, and I'm so glad you finally did. That makes it special." Tim's compliment really did make it feel special now as goosebumps filled his arms, yet he felt so warm inside. Standing in the softest, most feminine dress he had chosen himself delivered a feeling almost like he was a timid little girl, and there was something so fulfilling about being in touch with himself like this. At each shoulder a single two inch wide lilac silk ribbon would be all that held the soft dress in place from the straight across bodice over each shoulder, before meeting the back of the dress high on his shoulder blades. The dress itself would be a pretty lavender color, and with matching silk lilac accents also atop the bodice and at the hem. The fitted bodice design showed no cleavage, yet flattered his padded shape on top before tapering off to its narrow waist and then into a delicate flowy a-line skirt. Defined by the thin lilac silk waistband, the fluttering chiffon canary yellow skirt ended in a knee-length hemline above his nude hose. Hot pink nail polish peaked from the opening of his peep toe four inch lavender pumps, which bright as they were, seemed tame compared to his finger nails. Instead of coloring Easter eggs on his down time in the kitchen, he?d decided to get creative with his nails, as his fingers now contained an array of pastel colors. Thumb nails in coral pink would next become index fingers of mint green. Middle fingers in canary would contrast with ring fingers in lavender before pinkies in peach would finish off almond shaped Bunny claws. Between his dress and his nails, there would be no doubt he was excited about his first Easter as Jessica, and his face would also not disappoint. It was something he wanted to do solely on his own, as Rebecca had a hand in the palette but not the execution. A lilac accent in the curve of his brow would immediately give life to his blended eye shadows done in soft pinks with a crease coral accent. A hint of purple at the outside added a bright airy touch, and mauve cheekbones would pick up on the lavender in the dress. A salmon lip color would not overpower his pastel silhouette, but a clear wet shine gloss atop it would perfectly light up his lips. Concealed by a head full of rollers done earlier, now hung a head full of thick curls, as spring had sprung even more so behind his ears and halfway down his back. From behind a thin canary headband situated midway on his crown, the brunette extensions had been meticulously pinned beneath his bob and gloriously coiled into a pretty holiday hairdo. Fronting all the curls, a little pouf had been rolled back and teased up slightly, spreading from temple to temple before it faded beneath the headband before the rest exploded in curls. From each ear wavered small silver drop earrings with lilac center stones matching the single stone on the necklace that sat atop his breastplate. On his right wrist a few thin silver bracelets were perfectly coordinated, as were a few silver rings. "You sure?" Jacob said. "Because I also had no shoes to match, so I need these and the accessories but it?s just cheap stuff, ok?" "You don?t need to be cheap with my money, and give me these," Tim replied, being silly and putting on the ears. "Please don?t be ok?" "Very cute," laughed Jacob, straightening them on Tim?s head. "Should I have got you a set too?" "Nah," smiled Tim, pulling them off and extending his hand with them towards Jacob. "My money?s better spent on you." "Well maybe on silly bunny ears, because as much as I?d love to, I?m not buying designer clothes with your money, and my choices are limited anyway," said Jacob, taking them back. "It?s Target, so nothing is that expensive but either way I still feel guilty about it." "You feel guilty? Look at you? You look beautiful, and look at me?" said Tim, looking at Jacob then down at himself. "I?m thinking I?m underdressed, and are we expecting company?" "In a pandemic?" laughed Jacob, shaking his head. "I hope not." "Well, you were talking to your mother?" joked Tim with a big smirk on his face. "Could you imagine her showing up with me like this?" said Jacob, grabbing his chest. "I think I?d just freak out and have a heart attack." "You?d be fine, and you?ve gotten past all that, haven?t you?" said Tim, coming over and touching his arm. "Yeahhhh?" sighed Jacob, smiling and twirling the ears in his hand. "Aaaahhh... No!" "Then maybe I should have accidently answered the facetime and you could have gotten this over with," Tim teased, taking the ears from Jacob as he was playing with them nervously and then carefully putting them back on his head. "I would have loved to listen while you explained to her why you were in a nightgown with your hair in rollers." "All you would have heard is a thump when my head hit the floor." Jacob rolled his eyes. "And ruin all those pretty curls I paid for," said Tim, touching his hair. "We wouldn?t want that, would we?" "After all it took to get these! Absolutely not, and these are one of the few things you didn?t pay for," replied Jacob, playfully slapping his hand away from them and adjusting the ears headband atop his own. "They are officially on loan from the vast collection of extensions downstairs at Rebecca?s place. The curlers and her hours of services it took to make them though, that you did pay for. Now let?s go eat before her food gets as cold as I will if you rag on my hairdo." "Not ragging at all, my Easter bunny honey," laughed Tim, stepping back. "Happy Easter and thanks for all you do." "You?re welcome, but remember that pretty blonde nurse I know you miss," smiled Jacob. "She?s your honey, and I?m your roomie. Last thing we need is for you to be as confused as I am." "I don?t think either of us is confused, and what?s wrong with me having a pretty honey that I love as my best friend?" said Tim, walking over and pulling out Jacob?s chair. "I guess nothing, and don?t you dare make me cry?" said Jacob, holding in his emotions. "Then don?t, and cheers!" said Tim, raising his wine glass. "Happy Easter Jessica, and this looks amazing." "Cheers, and I love you too, roomie," said Jacob, raising his glass. Easter turned out to be a big success, as Jacob had delightfully pulled off his first holiday without his family, and as a girl. Dinner, dessert and Tim?s companionship were fabulous and led to more days with them wonderfully supporting each other. It would be almost another three more weeks of the same routine, as more and more Jacob had become comfortable as Jessica. Casual by day cooking and running his errands and more dressy at night for dinner, enjoying the fruits of his labor. At times they often forgot what day it was, soured by sad news on the television yet hoping for everyone?s well being, and staying positive. It would be a special day though coming up as the oven beeped and Jacob opened the stove, as cautious as ever removing a hot plate and placing it atop the burners. "Perfect timing," Jacob said with his back to him, taking a hot plate from the stove top as Tim came in. "Hope you?re hungry?" "Starving, but..." Tim put down his laptop backpack before looking up stunned, as Jacob was leaning over the table and putting down the steaming hot dish. "Holy shit!" Tim could barely move for a minute, speechless as he stared at his roommate?s stretchy skirt slowly rising up his ass that looked incredibly shapely in a form fitting, short, fire engine red dress. It would be impossible not to be mesmerized by Jacob?s balance, stretching and leaning forward on his toes, exposing his entire legs as the heel of super spikey five inch stilettos lifted off the ground. When he finally placed it down and leaned back, he pulled his left hand from it's potholder and turned, flipping his extremely long hair off his left shoulder and onto his back. "I?m hoping that?s a good holy shit?" laughed Jacob, pulling off the other pot holder glove. "Or are we just dealing with some shock here?" "Both?" gulped Tim, as Jacob stood with his hands on his hips. "So you?" "Yeah well....? You know Rebecca?s been pushing my limits a bit," said Jacob, softly stroking his nails through his long hair. "Not what I expected myself today when she started, but I kind of fell in love with it when she finished." "So that?s not a wig then?" asked Tim as his face lit up. "No. Rebecca?s handiwork, combined with her most expensive extensions," Jacob answered, turning and sticking a big fork in a big steak, moving it onto Tim?s plate. "Quite a process, but what else do I have to do besides cooking you a nice meal, which I?ve learned can be done just fine while your head processes?" "Wow, Jess?" Jacob said, seeing his dinner. "Which looks amazing! And you look amazing." Jacob could only shrug his shoulders, expecting a bit of shock from his roommate but becoming quite amused by the dazed look on his face. He reached down at each hip, giving a girly tug at the edges of the tight dress, stretching it down an inch or two but that wouldn?t change its micro-mini style. He was in an off the shoulder, ruched bright red dress that clung to him like a second skin, and add to that he was now a bleach blonde, with hair almost down to his ass. Seven weeks of dieting, corset training and exercise had delivered a slim sexy figure in the body-con dress, only to be radiated by a red hot color. He?d seemingly padded his bra a bit more than normal, emphasizing his faux mounds above his flat stomach, and now appeared considerably leggier. Some of that would be the product of the skirt that barely covered his ass cheeks, and the rest would be how he stood perched on spikey red stilettoes, higher than any shoe he?d been in before. If the dress wasn?t enough to make Tim stutter, his hair extended in a pin straight style and dyed blonde that had made his jaw drop. Platinum highlights mixed into a golden blonde base could not have looked any more perfect on Jessica, as it spanned from a side part in a long straight style. Added to that dark smokey eyes, big faux lashes and a flawless complexion and Tim still couldn?t believe his own eyes. When Jessica?s bright red lips began flapping again and his long red nails approached, Tim snapped out of his daze, hoping he hadn?t spaced out through anything important. "Thanks! Do you mind, please," smiled Jacob, holding out the corkscrew. "Tim?... Hellooo?" "Oh sorry," said Tim, shaking himself awake a bit and taking it. "No. Sure." "Sorry. Takes some getting used to, but so has all of this," smiled Jacob, softly rubbing his friend?s shoulder and then handing him the bottle of wine. "I made your porterhouse nice and rare like I know you like it, and here I?m not looking to break a nail, so make yourself useful." "Which are also quite red now too?" teased Tim, not letting go of Jacob?s hand for a moment, looking at his bright red nails before letting go, turning the corkscrew in the bottle. "Besides blonde, red seems to be quite the theme tonight? But I?m not sure I like my steak that red?" "Maybe not?" laughed Jacob, fanning his nails before taking the bottle from him with the corkscrew out. "Now sit down so we can eat, wise ass?" "I think I need to," chuckled Tim, watching him bend over and pouring the wine. "It?s like I left and this bombshell replaced my roommate." Jacob was eating up the compliments as he slid his long red nails through his long straight blonde hair, flipping it onto his back as it almost brushed across the table. "Oh it?s just a new hairdo?" teased Jacob, flicking his wrist before walking to his side of the table, pouring himself a glass now. "Or were you taking about the dress." "Which is," gulped Tim, finding himself enthralled with Jacob?s new image. "Uuumm is?" "I know a bit over the top for a Thursday night dinner," smiled Jacob, putting the bottle on the table now and mixing some salad. "But just so you know something, I decided to splurge on with my stimulus check, and I?ve had it hanging in my closet, waiting for the right occasion." "Which is our Thursday night dinner?" Tim said as Jacob leaned over, serving him some salad. "Or could it be you going blonde?" "Well more the latter?" smirked Jacob, making a flirty face and putting some salad on his own plate now. "But kind of after the way I felt about myself today, I just wanted to feel sexy for a change? You know, maybe enjoy my splurge. Hope you?re ok with that?" "You don?t need to ask my permission to spend your own money," replied Tim, confused. "But you do make quite the sexy little blonde in that dress, so that?s money well spent if you ask me." "I was hoping so," smiled Jacob, lighting a candle. "And since I got all dressed up, I figured a little ambiance tonight might be nice." "Wow?" said Tim as Jacob turned off the light. "Sure. It?s been a long time since I had a candle light dinner with a pretty girl. In fact, I?m not sure if I ever have?" "Me either," laughed Jacob, tugging at his short skirt, sitting down. "So here we are, and it feels nice." "It does," said Tim, taking a breath then starting to eat. "It?s almost like we?re out at a restaurant for a change?" "I?m glad," smiled Jacob. "I was hoping to change the mood a little." "Oh you did alright, blondie," joked Tim, shoveling food into his mouth. "Ok wise ass! I just meant to not feel like we were stuck inside these four walls?" Giggled Jacob, sipping his wine and staring down at his long red nails. "You know, feel like we were out and living a little." "I get it Jess. It must get tough in the house all the time?" said Tim, cutting his steak and taking a bite. "You?re dying to get out, aren?t you? Let Jessica loose on the world?" "Oh I don?t know about that?" smiled Jacob, taking a small bite. "Tonight, just feeling a little different is good enough for me." "Oh come on," reasoned Tim. "When this is over, you?re going to have to let me take you to dinner. It?ll be nice, and my treat." "Just eat and stop acting crazy?" said Jacob, giving him a look. "The offer is really appreciated, but remember I?ve never been out without a mask on yet?" "So?" said Tim. "Did you even see yourself tonight?" "What kind of question is that?" said Jacob, getting annoyed. "You know exactly what I mean? You look incredible, so you?re way past ready to be out for a nice dinner, and I?m not taking no for an answer." Tim pointed his fork at him and then stuffed a big hunk of steak in his mouth. "After all this cooking, you deserve a nice night out and someone serving you for a change." "We?ll see, and by then maybe you?ll be able to take out Jen again," said Jacob, looking down as he ate. "So how about we just enjoy tonight, and ever since I?ve known you, you?ve always liked having dinner with blondes, right?" "True," laughed Tim. "And what guy doesn?t?" "Exactly, so shut up and eat," said Jacob with a big smile, stroking his hair. They made small talk, eating and enjoying a nice dinner as Jacob kept filling their glasses before they cracked open a second bottle. It would be a much longer dinner than normal for a weekday, as they shared a bit more vino than they normally would before finally two bottles had been finished off and Jacob served them a fancy desert. Whipped cream atop chocolate mousse with strawberries would taste like he died and went to heaven as Tim would be stuffed after enjoying a meal for a king. When he had practically licked the chocolate syrup and scooped the last strawberry into his mouth, he looked up, seeing Jacob just staring at him with his elbow on the table, holding his chin in his palm and observing him with a big grin on his face. "Guess I don?t have to ask if you enjoyed that?" laughed Jacob, tapping his nails on his glass as he milked his last bit of wine. "A nice date with my bestie," said Tim, taking another sip. "Yeah." "Don?t be stupid and ruin a nice night because you see me as a blonde now!" Scolded Jacob, rolling his eyes. "Not a date, and how much wine did you drink?" "I said with my bestie. My roomie! My Bunny honey," teased Tim, downing his glass. "Now relax, not a date date and not that much." "Just checking," said Jacob, looking down at his lipstick in the silver knife and touching the edge of his lip. "And glad you enjoyed my cooking." "Not that I don?t always enjoy your meals?" said Tim, letting out a big breath. "But that! Well tonight that was spectacular. Everything was!" "You're welcome then," replied Jacob, raising his brows. "I hoped it would be?" "And I know you look forward to getting out of your pink sweats and getting dressed for dinner, but I?m thinking we both might need to get back in sweats now before I pop a button," said Tim, dying to undo his belt and take off his tight trousers. "I?m going to go change, ok?" "One sec, ok?" said Jacob, biting his lip and taking a breath. "I need to tell you something first." "Oh sure?" said Tim, about to get up but then sitting back down. "What?s up?" "Look, I wanted to have a nice dinner first, but before you run off," said Jacob nervously, flexing his ankle with his legs crossed under the table. "It?s kind of been a shocking day for me, so I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being so kind and supportive. You?re amazing, and I wanted to make sure you knew that." "Thank me?" said Tim. "No thank you, and not that I don?t love seeing you like this, but sure it was shocking to see you like this at first, but I love you as a blonde. And it?s you that looks amazing in that dress?" "Thanks, but I wasn?t talking about my hair or my dress. I meant thanks during all this and allowing me... well Jessica, to enjoy our time together," said Jacob, looking sad. "It?s been beyond special but..... it?s over." "Over?" said Tim, stunned. "What do you mean over?" "I mean that literally only a few hours after I dyed my hair today, my phone ran." Jacob stretched his fingers, looking down at his nails. "I?m with Rebecca who was right in the middle of doing my nails and it was my boss." "And?" asked Tim stunned. "And I love this color, but my life as a blonde won?t even last twenty four hours. Tomorrow is May 1st," smiled Jacob, folding his hands, placing them down on the table and looking up at Tim. "He wants to meet with me tomorrow to discuss my new responsibilities under the restructured company that?s allowed to start doing some business tomorrow. I got my job back." "Oh?" said Tim. "So then that?s good news, right." "Good news for Jacob, and bad news for Jessica." Jacob stared into Tim?s eyes. "So part of why I wanted tonight?s dinner to be special, so I hope it was?" "Of course it was, and if that?s not what you want, then you know I still support you," said Tim. "So..." "Stop," said Jacob, feeling his eyes getting watery. "Yeah, unfortunately I do." "But then isn?t that a good thing?" asked Tim. "That you support me! Of course!" said Jacob, wiping under his left eye. "And that you also support me! Not going to happen when I can contribute, which is exactly what I want to do." "You sure?" Tim was getting choked up himself. "Actually yes," smiled Jacob, getting up from the table and taking his plate, then Tim?s, putting them in the sink. "It?s all I?ve been thinking about since I found out." "Stop cleaning then for a minute," said Tim, standing up, walking over and touching his arm. "Come here." They hugged tightly for a minute as Jacob did his best to hold back his tears. After he gasped as they embraced tightly, he tapped Tim to let go and then leaned back, looking into his friend?s eyes. "Thanks again." Jacob smiled, wiping under his eyes. "I must look a wreck?" "No. You damn well know you don?t," said Tim, rubbing the outsides of his arms. "But if you change your mind, or I can do anything to help you, you know I?m here for you no matter what?" "Good, because there is one thing I?d like to know what it?s like before I take off this dress," said Jacob, breathing in and reaching up, sliding his fingers through Tim?s hair. Ever so slowly, Jacob leaned in, gently pressing his lips against Tim?s, initiating a kiss. After a brief moment he pulled back, knowing he?d completely caught Tim off guard as he stared into his roommate's eyes and bit his lip nervously. He watched a lump slide down Tim?s throat as it was somehow eerily quiet as he knew he had stunned him. It was as much courage as he had ever summoned, but something inside him told Jacob it was ok as he leaned in again a touch more aggressively this time. For the first few seconds he was the only one doing the kissing, but then it was like a breath of fresh air to feel Tim begin to reciprocate. What was uncomfortable at first became tender and then exhilarating, as he felt Tim?s hand slide across his back. He?d be cradled a bit tighter as their tongues entered each other's mouth and then he found himself weightless on one heel with the other leg bent back off the ground as he leaned against Tim?s muscular chest. Never had he felt goosebumps like this, as Tim?s left hand ran across his ass and his right moved up his neck, lifting his hair. Their liplock lasted almost five more minutes until Jacob came up for air and then leaned back, balancing on his own two feet. For a few seconds they stared at each other speechless before Jacob swept Tim?s hair from his eyes and then finally wiped his lipstick from the rim of Tim?s mouth. "Again thank you," smiled Jacob, patting his chest. "And relax, this doesn?t change anything between us but like I said, I just need to know?" "Ok?" gulped Tim confused. "But then why don?t I even know what to say?" "I don?t want you to say anything. What I felt while we kissed told me enough," said Jacob, reaching down, sliding his fingers across his crotch and then pulling on his belt buckle. "Now remember what you said after all you ate, so I?m sure you?d still love to get these tight pants off." "Jess? What are you doing?" gulped Tim, reaching down and grabbing Jacob?s hand as he pulled on the belt strap. "Taking care of you the way you?ve always taken care of me," said Jacob, releasing the belt and pulling open the button fly while he leaned in for a kiss again. "Oh gawwwddd, Jess?" Tim was barely able to reciprocate the kiss, feeling his zipper go down. "Please! You don?t have to do that?" "You?re a man, and I know you have needs that haven?t been satisfied in way too long," said Jacob, wiggling Tim?s pants off his hips. "And I know I don?t have to do it, but trust me I really really want to do it." Down he went to his knees, taking Tim?s underwear with him as both Jacob?s knees and Tim?s boxers hit the floor as Jacob now stared at his roommate?s rock hard erection. He lifted the edge of Tim?s rounded untucked cotton shirt, kissing around his naval and reached up, wrapping his nails around his manhood, grabbing a handful. Those wet pecks soon became nibbles that beckoned minor groans growing louder when he gave a few tugs before his lips engulfed the rim. Back off came his lips as his tongue slowly made its way around the tightly clutched member before he felt Tim?s hand softly touch the back of his head. Just Tim?s touch sent Jacob?s oral cavity to open wide as down came his parted lips, taking him inside towards his tonsils. With each bob, he began taking him deeper, and with each moan he began sucking faster. It would soon be an eruption like one he could have never imagined he?d provoke, yet something felt warm and special beside the warmth that ran into his throat. He did his best to swallow what he could, yet his gaging reaction would have him pull back as it spewed from his mouth. His inexperience would be apparent, yet his will power would overtake his rawness, swallowing what he could and then dipping his head back down. He squeezed off the remaining droppings in his right hand and licked down the mess, holding his long hair with the left hand out of the way. It was nothing like he expected it to taste, a bitter sweetness flavor. As he looked up at Tim while sitting back on his heels now, Jacob felt so satisfied and submissively feminine, pleased like any loving woman could be to satisfy her man. Cooking, cleaning and laundry would be small gratifications, but they?d be trumped now by the feeling on Tim?s face, looking relieved and content. He lifted Tim?s ankle now, pulling off his right shoe and then un- looped his pants before placing it down and lifting the other foot. As he stood, Jacob stepped on the edge of Tim?s pants, kicking them away and then stepped back towards him grinning as he began opening the buttons on his shirt. "Why don?t you crack open another bottle of wine and I?ll meet you in your bedroom after I brush my teeth and freshen up," said Jacob, sliding the shirt from Tim?s shoulders. "Ok?" "Jessica, that was amazing but..." said Tim, looking nervous. "But I?m thinking why not?" said Jacob, reaching down and giving a few soft yanks, feeling him begin to come right back to life. "You?re not tired yet, are you?" "Not at all," gulped Tim, feeling his eyes roll in the back of his head. "It?s just... I just don?t want you to think I?m taking advantage of you or anything while you?re like this?" "Gee I thought it was me that was taking advantage of you while I still can," said Jacob, stroking him before stepping back and biting his finger sexily. "Now you wouldn?t want me to make this lingerie you bought me go to waste, but I won?t force you. So did you want to see it?" "Lingerie I bought you?" asked Tim, feeling himself rock hard. "Well not exactly, but I did have to exchange a few things that Rebecca picked out that didn?t fit, so really I got it on store credit with your money." Jacob reached back, sliding down his zipper a bit behind his dress. "Now I?ve been waiting weeks for the courage to put it on and the right moment to let you see me in it? So?" "So, holy shit Jessica," stuttered Tim, slightly moving his chin and nodding. "I'd love too but are you sure about this." "That I?d want to have you be the one see me in it? Yeah," smirked Jacob, turning away from him. "So unzip the rest if you want me to change, and if not I?ll just keep walking into my bedroom feeling completely fulfilled about everything tonight. The choice is yours." It would an uncomfortable pause and complete silence for a moment as Jacob bit his lip, feeling some disappointment as Tim seemed to have rejected him. The moment he flexed his calf muscle ready to walk away to his room, he felt the slightest scratching at his spine as Tim?s fingers moved with his zipper. "That good?" sighed Tim softly as his finger gently moved across Jacob?s vertebrae even after the zipper had fully been opened. "Perfect," said Jacob anxiously, feeling warm inside. "I?ll be right back and you can pretend I?m Jennifer when the lights go out if that helps. I don?t mind." "Jennifer could do what you just did?" Tim took his arm, stopping him from walking away. "And obviously you can see that it?s Jessica, not Jennifer that got me hot." "That I can," smiled Jacob, pleased as he turned looking at him again, sliding his nails down his chest. "And really? She couldn?t?" "Well I mean I guess she could, and did rarely, but not like that!" said Tim, enjoying Jacob?s sharp nail. "In fact never like that!" "That?s too bad, especially since that was my first time," grinned Jacob, biting his finger then sliding his dress off one shoulder. "Maybe she never had a teacher like Rebecca." "She taught you how to give..?" Tim stopped, not sure how to say it. "And how to you know? Like a girl in the bedroom?" "How to please your man and perform lots of acts sexually?" smiled Jacob shyly before raising his brows, looking into his eyes then gently nodding. "Well yeah. You think all girls do is gossip and talk fashion all day. I?ve learned they?re worse than guys when it comes to having dirty minds, and she?s been teaching me a lot more than how to do my hair or put on makeup." "I thought you weren?t sure if you even liked guys?" Tim asked with his tongue hanging out. "Well my councilor asks me more and more questions each week about this stuff, and I?m still not sure I do," said Jacob, sliding some of his long hair behind his ear. "Only thing I?m really sure about is that giving you any pleasure made me feel like I at least did something good besides looking pretty tonight. I may still not be sure if I have any interest in men, but what I do know is maybe not in a traditional boyfriend girlfriend way, but I do love you. Call it unconditionally, but we can stop now if you?re not comfortable." "Oh I?m not comfortable! Not comfortable at all, but that doesn?t mean I want to stop," said Tim completely aroused. "You know I?ve never... You know in the ... well with a girl like you either?" "I get it, and I was planning on getting, not giving if that?s your concern. All you need to be is real man just like you?ve been all your life, and you?ll still be one when you wake up tomorrow," said Jacob, turning away and pulling his dress from his other shoulder. "Rebecca taught me how to handle the rest, so give me five minutes, and in the morning I don?t think you?ll regret introducing her to me." As he took a step away, all it took would be a flip of his long hair then a twist of his hips as his dress began slipping down his body. Within two steps it had slid off his arms past his elbows and then a bit of a wiggle sent it from his waist beyond his hips, hitting the floor. Like he?d done this a million times, one spikey pump then the other he stepped out of, not missing a beat, turning into his bedroom in only his panties and bra. Tim could not have felt more apprehensive yet completely turned on, as the calm, cool and collected guy had been turned into a bundle of nerves. Into his own bedroom he scampered, turning on some music and wiping his sweaty palms on his bedspread, ready or not. He clicked on the tv, trying to occupy his mind and then poured himself a shot, downing it. When he finished it, he hopped into bed, pulling the sheets over his waist as he sat clicking the channels, about to pour himself another one until he heard a noise at his doorway and looked up. "So?" Jacob stood in the door, posing. "Woooow," said Tim, softly swallowing hard, putting the bottle back down. "So does that mean you consider whatever you spent on me well spent?" Winked Jacob with a little grin. "Or did you need another shot?" "I was just killing some time and occupying my nerves, but even if you didn?t look this red hot, I consider all my money well spent," said Tim, glancing down at himself under the tented sheet. "Really well spent, but do you even have to ask?" "With my self-esteem issue? Yeah?" said Jacob, shyly looking away and stroking his hair. "Mind pouring me one too?" "Sure," nodded Tim, leaning over, pouring it with his hand shaking. "Wait." Jacob began to turn away. "If we both need that, maybe I took this too far and I should go back to my bedroom." "Please don?t," Tim said, trembling and looking into his eyes. "Ok," sighed Jacob, looking down at the floor and then inhaling. "Ready then?" "Oh yeah!" nodded Tim, clutching the sheets to soak up the sweat from his palms and then clicking off the television. Jacob needed a second to gather himself, closing his eyes for a moment and then when he opened them, it was like he had flipped the switch. Slowly he sauntered over, cautiously placing one foot in front of the other, listening to his spikey heel tap with each step against the polished wood floor. He climbed onto the foot of the bed he made up every day for his roommate, yet instead now slithered up towards him with all his blonde hair draped across his left shoulder. When his crawl ended with him in Tim?s face, he reached down, grasping his roommate?s manhood through the sheet and then wasted no time, leaning in and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Their passion would soon be undeniable as his lip gloss would be rapidly dissolved during the heavy exchange of saliva. It took some trial and effort to manipulate his body into the positions he was taught, but had never practiced with a man, but he was as prepared as any girl could be for such erotic acts. It would be a night he really never dreamed about during most of this quarantine period or during his on-again off-again years of dressing. Being a woman would now have so much more meaning than dressing as one, as his councilor and Rebecca had made him understand that being feminine involved so much more. The stream of mixed emotions that began with mental torment, confusion and now sexually induced pain had turned this evening into delivering and receiving pleasures, as there would be such a sense of completion when Tim finally exploded inside him. He knew now he could do anything any young woman could, as their intense and gratifying intercourse would continue well into the night. Sex though was only the icing on the cake as they fell asleep in each others arms, as the reward would be how he surprisingly felt in the morning. "Hey. Morning," said Jacob, softly shaking Tim awake. "Breakfast is on the table and you better get up and get at least some coffee in you before you sleep through your Friday morning conference call." "Crap," said Tim, sitting up and shaking his head. "Thank gawwddd you woke me and last night was." "Was wonderful, and behind us," said Jacob, placing his finger momentarily on Tim?s lips, holding the coffee mug in the other hand. "Have some coffee and we can talk about it later when I get home ok?" "Sure but what time is it?" asked Tim, rubbing his eyes and then reaching out for the coffee mug. "I thought you were getting up really early running over to Rebecca?s and your nails..?" "Aren?t really that dry yet, so rather you didn?t touch them," grinned Jacob, pulling away his hand. "But? Aren?t you?" Tim was trying to fully wake up. "I mean they were red and now they?re..?" "Not red anymore?" joked Jacob, fanning his fingers. "Rebecca cut them down a little and squared them off. It?s called a French manicure, and I just got back from her place." "Oh then I guess you changed your mind," smiled Jacob, sipping his coffee. "It?s a woman?s prerogative they say," smiled Jacob, flicking his wrist. "And I?m impressed you noticed my nails while half asleep, when I more expected a comment about the hair." "Aahhh yeah?" said Jacob, rubbing his left eye and taking a better look. "Took out the extensions I see. Still looks great blonde and bobbed, but is it even a touch shorter or is it me?" "Two for two, as she evened it out a little, taking away the inverted look and like kind of slashed the layers," said Jacob, turning and showing him the back, patting his hair. "Really I loved my hair longer too with the extensions, but it wouldn?t be practical, and I?ll just grow it out naturally now." "You know whatever you want is fine by me, and that cut looks great on you," smiled Tim. "You know I don?t mind supporting you, and regardless of what happened between us last night, I think you made the right choice for yourself." "Well we?ll find out in about an hour won?t we when I meet with my boss." Jacob raised his brows and made a face, stepping back and tugging on the ends of his skirt. "So now honestly how do I look? Professional enough for an office with barely anyone in it right now right?" "You mean you are going back to work?" asked Tim flabbergasted. "Like that?" There stood Jacob ready to debut as Jessica in his office, in a skirt and jacket he borrowed from a girl four or five inches shorter than him. It would be far from a perfect fit, being a touch short on his arms, but easily buttoned around his skinny frame, as Rebecca was quite busty. Still though, he looked sophisticated in a grey, Ann Taylor jacket with notched lapels, a one button front and front flap besom pockets just above each hip. Beneath it, his white silk collarless pleated blouse seemed perfectly appropriate, and beneath it so did his basic black, stretchy pencil skirt. It would be a simple outfit pieced together, but easily would work in any office setting once it had been paired with his smooth legs in suntan nude hose and black, four inch pumps. With his golden blonde hair simply flat ironed from a side part and sheared evenly to a mid-neck level a few inches from his chin, he had a sleek, professional hairdo. Accentuating the blunt cut, a flawless day time made up look that featured thick lashes, thin liner and natural taupe eye shadows blended with pearl brow accents. A cheek bone defining rose blush combined with maroon matte lips would surely deliver the impression that he was conservative enough for business, yet a woman of style, ready to be reckoned with. Square tipped French nails and a single string of Rebecca?s pearls would complete his traditional look, as he stood there, hoping his roommate would be complementary to not just his outfit but also his terrifying endeavor. "Well I don?t have any women?s suits, and my office is normally business casual anyway," said Jacob, modeling as he looked over at himself in Tim?s bedroom dresser mirror. "Of course I didn?t want to show up for the first time in jeans or looking shabby, but the jacket I know is a touch small and I borrowed it from Rebecca. We both figured it worked with this basic black skirt, my only blouse and black pumps. I think it works, doesn?t it?" "You look incredibly professional, but not my point at all, Jessica," gulped Tim, finding himself evaluating his roommate. "Yeah I know now that I got your attention," smiled Jacob, softly sweeping his blonde hair from his eyes. "And not what I had decided to do either before we had dinner yesterday, or even before I fell asleep last night, but that all changed when I woke up today." "Really?" asked Tim. "Yeah," said Jacob, taking a breath and clutching his black pocketbook strap tightly. "Then I?m glad," nodded Tim, cracking a soft smile. "I think you deserve to be happy, and it?s a big step." "Ya think?" joked Jacob, feeling the air leave his lungs. "This is one of the few skirts I own that?s knee length, but I?m pretty sure you can still see them trembling if you look a bit closer." "No I can?t," said Tim, trying to give him confidence. "But are you sure about this?" "Well of course not, or I would have bought a better suit on-line weeks ago, but for the first time I woke up blonde and bold for a change, thanks to you," smiled Jacob. "When I walked into Rebecca?s place this morning and sat down in her chair, I took one whiff of all those chemicals she was mixing and I knew I was not ready to soak off my nails. I asked myself are you really ready to be this boring brunette dude again?" "So you were that close to changing back?" Tim asked. "Physically maybe, but after the last few weeks, I realized I?ve never really changed much at all." Jacob looked into Tim?s eyes. "It?s still me under this bleach and makeup, or did you forget?" "No," nodded Tim. "I never have. How could I?" "Good, because I figured it would only be two days a week in the office to start with, the rest remote and that?ll give me time to get myself in order. Buy a few skirt suits and whatever I need," said Tim, tapping his cheek and thinking. "Really I convinced myself what?s the worst case? He freaks out when he sees me and I?m back here taking care of you again? That?s not so bad, right?" "No," said Tim. "And just know that?s always ok for me." "I know, and I love you for that," said Jacob, putting down his pocketbook before walking over and giving him a brief hug and kissing his cheek. "But I?m not that kind of roommate, so I have to at least try and have no regrets." "Understood," replied Tim as Jacob pushed back. "And just so you know I have none?" "Maybe you should? Jessica?s single, and you have a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend, but I?m not telling," Winked Jacob, smirking as he walked back across the room. "Now go eat your breakfast and wish me luck." "I?d like to, but selfishly I?m not sure I want to," laughed Tim. "And about my girlfriend and last night?" "What about it? I?ve never asked questions or blabbed when you?ve had strange girls over in the past," smirked Jacob. "Frankly it?s none of my business." "Funny, that girl I had dinner with? I didn?t find her to be strange?" joked Tim. "Maybe a bit more promiscuous than I?m used to, but come on Jess, you know what I mean?" "I?m thinking I don?t if you?re referring to the girl with the long hair in the red dress I may have crossed paths with?" smiled Jacob. "Now you drank quite a bit last night, so that roomie was just another one of those one night stands that I?m thinking would be best left behind for both sides." "Oh?" Tim was rock hard in his boxers and confused. "Maybe I did." "Either way she?d still be flattered this morning, and we can talk about it later if we need to?" said Jacob, noticing him adjust himself, letting out a small smirk before tossing his pocketbook strap over his shoulder, ready to go. "And before I go, you should know I may still be blonde, but I?m still not sure if I like guys, and you have a girlfriend. So stop looking at me like that, and are you going to wish me luck or not?" "Yeah if I have to. Good luck Jess, and who could ever fault your ambition," smiled Tim. "But good thing there?s no men in the office right now, or you?d have to be sure about things a lot quicker than this." "Do not even joke like that! My boss is recently divorced and has been like a dog in heat around the girls in the office." Jacob playfully slapped him. "Have a nice day at work then, honey," laughed Tim, grabbing his hand, stopping the second slap then kissing him his cheek. "All jokes aside, I hope this turns out to be everything you?ve wanted" "Thanks." Jacob turned, taking one last look at himself in the mirror and sliding his hands down his skirt. "But that?s the thing about all this, and going through what I?m going through.... As much as I love feeling pretty, being a girl and want this..... I?m not sure I do."