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Jayne sat absent-mindedly running her index finger around the rim of her
wine glass. On most Saturday nights the only thought that this would
provoke would be a concern that her nails needed to be a different colour.
This time it was different. She watched her friends shuffle around the
dancefloor, mostly in time to some bland and generic dance music, but not
always matching the beat.
In the past Jayne would have been up there with them, but this time
something had snapped in her mind. Their social lives just seemed to be an
endless cycle through a small number of cross-dresser friendly clubs, with
no thought of doing anything different or surprising.
Jayne propped her elbow on the table, rested her chin on the hand and
sighed deeply. The others all seemed to be having a great time but she
remained totally unmoved. Before any sympathetic soul picked up on her
forlorn expression, she made a decision and quickly finished her wine. She
stood up and wiggled a little to let her dress straighten itself out. She
put her jacket on and glided quickly out of the club and into the London
night.
It was not a cold night by late autumn standards but the weather was a
little fresh. Jayne took a deep breath, and looked slightly upwards to
soak in the atmosphere of city partygoers moving between venues. With the
background music of the club gone, the tune that suddenly came into her
head was Procul Harum's "Whiter Shade Of Pale," and she did really did
wish she was far away from these things.
Unable to dislodge that song from her head, she skipped a light fandango
through the streets in no particular direction. Moving serenely at half
the pace of most people, Jayne's normally good passability was compromised
by being 5' 11" to begin with and wearing heels that added just over three
inches to that. At this moment in time she did not care if anyone read
her, but most of those that passed by were too wrapped up in their own
conversations anyway. The sounds of traffic and conversations underscored
her thoughts and she strolled onwards, so although her eyes were open,
they might have just as well been closed.
Jayne did not know why what had been her Saturday routine for so long
suddenly struck her as so futile, but her instincts were telling her that
this was not a passing fad, and that it was not just her small circle of
crossdressing friends but the tide of humanity around her seemed to be
stuck in a current of non-worthwhile existence. Was she the mermaid who
took Neptune for a ride, or was she destined to be just swept along in
their tide? Jayne paused in front of a shop window, admiring a short
turquoise dress that was the centre of the display but quickly dismissing
that they would have in her size in a tall fit, then deciding that it was
not her colour anyway. Having noticed the reflection of its 'for hire'
light in the window, she turned sharply and hired a cab to take her back
to the station.
As her train meandered through ever more deserted suburbs, Jayne mused on
the contrast with the centre of London. There all she had divined were
people putting their time on earth to little use other than short term
hedonism, now she saw the contrast with people who were simply doing
almost nothing at all. As regards to the city centre crowd, her anger
straight away died as she realised that she felt isolated from both
factions, but at least she could be uncontaminated by them too. Dirt is in
truth clean.
Jayne took the short walk home from the station in the same languid style
that had swept her through the crowds in London. She failed to find any
redeeming features in her social life, although she was consoled that a
couple of her friends had texted to check that she was OK and that there
was nothing sinister in her sudden departure. She let herself into her
house and skipped upstairs. The intention was to get undressed straight
away, but something caught her eye and she sat on the bed watching the
moon drift slowly behind the thin clouds. Jayne knew that she had
experienced an epiphany, but it was not as dramatic as she had been led to
believe that is normal for such a thing. As from tomorrow she was going to
become a goth, or if not tomorrow, as soon as she had all the right make-
up and a couple more black dresses.
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