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Caught in the Storm
Chapter Three - The Next Morning
Billy woke up first. He felt the unfamiliar presence of another person
behind him, a leg between his, and an arm over and around him. He'd
cuddled like this with girlfriends before, but never the 'little spoon'
being held. He knew it'd be a lie to say he didn't like it. He could hear
and feel April breathing softly behind him, but couldn't quite turn his
head far enough to see her.
He shifted a little, trying to look back at her, and felt her react
unconsciously to his movements. Suddenly she rolled onto her back,
pulling him with her, over her. He started to resist but she wrapped her
arms around his body, and he felt their legs intertwine. He had two
options at this point, he figured. He could push himself out of her arms
and get up, risking waking her, or he could just lay his head down on her
chest, which was immediately before his eyes.
He looked at her face a moment. The beauty in the serenity of her
sleeping made up his mind for him. He laid his head down gently, trying
not to be too perverted as he snuggled into her chest, she instinctively
brought an arm up, pressing his head, his face, into her chest. His arm
folded up at the elbow, just short of resting under his head, almost
touching her chest but self-restrained from doing so.
He wasn't sure how long he laid there just thinking about yesterday
afternoon and evening. Here he was in a Tinker Bell nightshirt that
barely covered his tiny pink shorts and panties. HIS panties. He shook
slightly thinking of the clothes he wore, the womens' clothes, as 'his'.
It was confusing to him that he felt so comfortable and enjoyed it so
much, and how it was so at odds with society's view of masculinity that
he'd always adhered to.
He tried to push these thoughts from his mind, instead focusing on
April's heartbeat and breathing under his ear, the scent of her perfume
on her breast he was so close to. Slowly the calming presence of her
beneath him, and her arms around him, drew him back to sleep.
He woke up feeling his hair being stroked gently, affectionately. He
stirred a little, and felt something in his hand. He squeezed a little,
it was soft, warm, and he felt April moving and her breathing suddenly
shift. HER BREAST! His eyes opened wide in shock. It took less than a
second to confirm his thought, and he jerked his hand off her chest as
quickly as he could.
"Well that's one way to say hello," April whispered with a hint of
amusement. "Good morning pretty." She kissed his head.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." he blurted out, turning to look upward at
her.
"It's ok, you were asleep." She brushed off his concerns. "Besides, I'm
sure it was as fun for you as it was for me." She winked playfully. "Tess
should be up soon. Want to help me make breakfast?"
"Sure," he said as he began to untangle their legs, and slowly,
carefully, get up off her. He felt a coolness rush his chest as he
separated from her, and for a second felt sad that their closeness was
ending. "I make a mean french toast."
"Still Tess's favorite," April said, getting up after Billy was standing.
"You know, if you'd shave those things, you'd be really cute in that
nightshirt."
"I'm not cute now?" He posed pushing out a hip, a hand on it, causing the
side split on the shirt to lift and open showing the shorts underneath a
little.
"Well, you'd be cuter." She slapped his butt playfully to make him move.
"Now get in the kitchen and make me breakfast, woman!" She shook her head
grinning. Billy laughed, too.
They were almost running into each other comically the way April and
Billy kept getting in each other's way. Billy didn't know the way around
April's kitchen well, and neither were used to working with and around
another person, so the result was a constant bumping.
What began as incidental slowly began to take an intentional direction.
April moved to get a large spoon in a drawer that Billy was in front of,
so she rocked her hips and tossed one into him, bumping him aside.
"Ooops." She batted her eyes playfully. "My bad."
Moments later he was getting the griddle out from a low cupboard, he bent
over in such a way that his butt pushed her forcing her to take a step
away. "Sorry, were you standing there?"
She responded by swatting his tiny pink shorts with the plastic spoon she
had in her hand. Billy shot up like a rocket. "Put that butt out there
unladylike again and see what happens, missy!"
They stood without moving a second, just staring at each other's faces.
Each was aware they were breathing slightly shallower and their face was
burning, a light blushing showing whether or not they liked it. It seemed
like forever, but it was a mere moment, until that beep snapped them out
of the focused gaze they were sharing.
"Griddle's ready," April said softly.
"Uh, yeah," Billy replied. They both blinked and shook their heads
slightly, taking a second glance before managing to finally break eye
contact with each other.
Billy was getting the bread and turned to get the butter. April had come
behind him, already thinking of getting it. Just as she turned, the
fridge closing behind Billy just as he started to turn, his hands came up
to grab the door. April froze in surprise as his hand landed on her
chest, for the second time that morning.
Billy realized instantly the softness he felt was April, but his reaction
was to freeze. He didn't grip, grab, or grope, but he didn't pull away
either... Neither had April.
"Uh..." He tried to say something but breath stammered out pitifully.
"Yeah," April said, not entirely sure if she was saying something since
he hadn't, or if she had intended to ask a question but failed to. She
took a half-step closer to Billy, causing his hand to press more into her
chest.
They started to lean close to each other. "I should..." Billy started to
speak, barely a whisper forming.
"Warm?" she asked.
Billy was confused by her question, but replied with the only thing that
he could think of. "I am now..."
"The..." April's voice, soft as it was, trailed off as her face drew even
closer to his, so close she could feel the warmth off his face.
"My hand? Move it?" he asked, feeling her movement trapping his hand
tighter against her body.
"Butter," she whimpered in his ear as she pressed into him, setting the
butter down on the counter, her shaking hand freed from holding it.
Before he could react, she gripped his back, her knees bending and
resting against his. She wasn't sure she could stand much longer, but she
didn't want to move. "I should," Billy paused awkwardly, dreading what he
was thinking and about to say despite that they were at odds with each
other. "Get... cooking."
"We can wait." She rose up a little on her feet, her chest rubbing into
his hand. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Just... a second." She
laid her head down.
They stood motionless a second, his hand pressed into her breast,
slightly gripping, his other arm around her on her back. One of her arms
was hanging limp under his at her side, and the other gripped his back.
Then they heard a door open in the hallway.
April spun on her heels, the cold air rushing to her suddenly freed
breast made her nipple perk up. Billy dropped his hand from her back as
she turned, careful not to find it on her chest again, and grabbed her
hip as she stopped, her hand catching his there.
"Mommy?" Tess said sleepily as she rounded the corner. "Aunt Billie!" she
squealed in surprise. "You stayed the night!"
"Yeah, it was too snowy for her to go home," April said.
"Good morning," Billy said, putting his head on April's shoulder.
"Oooh making Aunt Billie's famous french toast?!" Tess's eyes opened wide
seeing the kitchen ready for cooking. "I love that!"
"Yeah, it was going to be a surprise," he said.
"Surprise," April added, almost at the same time Billy was speaking.
"Why are you two..." Tess eyed them suspiciously.
"We're!" Billy started but ended in a squeak as he felt April's hand
slide up his leg and rest just short of groin, well under the short
nightie, on his shorts.
"You sounded like a girl for real!" Tess giggled, unaware as to why his
voice changed suddenly.
"We'll make breakfast, you go see if there's cartoons on," April said.
Tess smiled and walked towards the living room.
"That was uncalled for," Billy teased, grabbing April's wrist as her hand
had a good grip on his thigh.
"It isn't fair to let you miss out on all the feels," she teased, letting
her grip go and her hand slide up over his groin briefly as she stepped
away letting her hand fall from his body. She was pleased to hear his
breath stop and see his body tense a second out of the corner of her eye.
The rest of the effort to make breakfast was uneventful, aside from a few
incidental hand-touching that lingered a second longer than either would
have before that morning. Soon the three were all at the table eating.
"Aunt Billie, you look silly," Tess said, breaking the silence that
always falls over a table when everyone is eating.
"Tess!" April said surprised.
"Well she does," Tess waved her fork as if dismissing her mom's protest.
"I mean, she didn't shave her legs like you do, and she's in that cute
Tinker Bell nightshirt."
Billy coughed, almost choking on his most recent bite.
"And he doesn't have to," April said, unsure if she needed to defend
Billy on this point or not, or if she even really wanted to.
"She."
"Huh?"
"She, Mommy," Tess said in a very matter of fact tone. "You said to call
her Aunt Billie, with an 'ie', when she's dressed prettier. Like a girl."
"You did indeed," Billy said, chuckling. "I don't mind, after all, I'm
sitting with two of my favorite people, and they're both girls..." He
waited for her to look up smiling at the compliment to add, "Too."
"So are you gonna stay all day Aunt Billie?" Tess asked, nodding at the
window where it was still snowing and at least three or four inches
covered the ground outside. "Cuz it's still bad weather."
"Um, I don't know," he said, looking at April.
"Of course SHE is," April said, emphasizing the feminine pronoun. "We
can't let a girl go out in this kind of weather, it's dangerous."
"Yay!" Tess squealed happily.
A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. April looked at the
clock, it was only 8:30 am. She grabbed a robe off the back of the couch,
that Billy couldn't recall seeing her bring out, and put it on before
opening the door.
"Can Tess come out and play in the snow?" the excited tiny voice of the
little girl next door said.
"Come in Sarah," April said, bringing the little girl out of the cold.
"Tess, do you want to go play outside in the snow with Sarah?" It was a
foolish question. Tess was already shoving half a piece of french toast
in her mouth as she was walking across the kitchen to drop off her plate
by the sink. She muddled something affirmative with her mouth full.
"Oh you have company?" Sarah said looking across the room. She smiled and
waved. "Hi. I'm Sarah. I live next door. I'm Tess's bff. We've been
friends since kindergarten. Who are you?" She blitzed all that so fast
Billy wasn't sure he had time to blink before she finished.
"Uh. I'm Billy," he said, turning slightly away from her with his legs so
bared, feeling a little insecure and slightly embarrassed.
"This is my 'bff', that I've known since long before Tess was born,"
April said, stepping in front of Sarah to break her line of sight. "Tess
calls her Aunt Billie."
"With an 'ie'," they heard a call from the hallway by Tess, who was
presumably dressing but listening in from the other room.
Sarah was waving her hand behind her back, motioning Billy to make an
exit. He noticed and quickly ran to the guest room. In there he saw the
leggings he'd worn the night before. Hearing Sarah and April talking, he
realized the girl wasn't going anywhere fast, not until Tess was bundled
up. So he put the leggings on under the shirt and came back out.
Tess almost ran Billy over as she came sliding in her socks around the
corner of her door into the hallway. Sarah was as excited as Tess was,
already aware that school was canceled for the day and they would have as
much time as they wanted playing in the snow.
"My other mommy prefers leggings under her sleepy shirts, too," Sarah
said, as Billy came back around. "You're just as pretty as she is."
Tess giggled as she struggled with her boots over her several pairs of
socks. "Aunt Billie doesn't dress up pretty much," She said to Sarah.
April looked back at Billy, clearly trying to gauge his reactions and see
whether or not he was uncomfortable. He showed no signs of it, so she
teased him. "But I think she'll be doing it a little more often since she
knows you love it so much, Tess," That got a huge smile from Tess as she
stood and grabbed her coat.
A moment later the kids were out the door squealing in delight tumbling
in the snow. It had been several years since they last saw snow, barely
school-aged then. This was one of the best things to happen in a long
time in their eyes.
April turned back and looked at Billy. "Cute but those leggings don't
really work with that shirt," she jested.
"Well, I wasn't sure about being so..." Billy hesitated before choosing
an adjective. "Exposed," he settled on, "in front of that other kid."
"Sarah's seen it," April seemed unfazed. "Did you catch 'other mom'?"
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Billy asked, following April back to the
kitchen to get more coffee. He poured himself a cup, too.
"She has two moms," April said, turning to the living room.
"Oh. Progressive neighborhood?" Billy said, remembering her remark the
night before.
"Yeah," April chuckled, sitting on the couch where she could look out the
window and enjoy watching the girls play without being in the cold
herself. "Her mother, Lisa, I know from college, actually. Her 'other
mom', Terri, is transgender, just had reassignment surgery this past
summer."
Billy sat across the couch from April. "Ah, I see. So that's what she
meant."
"Yep," April nodded, sipping her coffee. "Trust me, you weren't anything
even remotely close to unusual to her."
"Well that's good, I suppose," Billy said. "What about Tess?"
"She's been friends with Sarah since they were five. Lisa and Terri have
been married longer than that."
"What about you?" Billy looked up over his coffee without lifting his
head.
"Me?" April put her cup down. "What do you mean?"
"You've never seen me..." Billy stopped himself with a somewhat
beleaguered grin. "Heck, I've only worn women's clothes a few times. All
for events." He chuckled. "You seem very comfortable with it."
"Well I seem to recall you looking really sexy in a cheerleading uniform
once." She smirked. That was a 'Spirit Week' thing in high school, the
week leading up to homecoming. Every day had a theme. Billy had mistaken
one day as 'Gender-bent Sports' day, when it was 'Gender-Bent' one day,
'Sports' the next. So when he walked in the doors of the school not just
as one of the few boys brave enough to wear a dress or skirt, but a
nearly obscenely short cheerleading uniform, it really drew attention.
It turned out alright though. Only a few people were jerks or bullies. It
wound up being so fun and accepted, particularly among the girls
delighted to see a boy experiencing their struggles with movement,
sitting, and of course the staring, that he wound up wearing it the next
day, too.
"That was a bit of a misunderstanding." Billy blushed remembering April's
amusement those two days. She was constantly tugging at the tiny skirt,
flipping it a few times, and calling him 'hot legs' for weeks.
"And the heels the following year?" She grinned, thinking of seeing him
in the fancy gown the next year. Since the first year's mistake was such
a hit, he 'accidentally' repeated the following year, when 'Formal Party'
and 'Gender-Bent' collided. He wore what could have worked as an
inexpensive formal dance dress, complete with pantyhose and matching
heels.
Billy laughed. "Damn those were hard to walk in. Why did my mother insist
on such tall ones?"
"Well because girls would wear them at a dance like you were dressed for,
duh," April teased.
"So you never answered my question," Billy said, noting the change in
April's face and how she looked away. "Is everything ok?"
"Billy," she started. "I like this." She looked up. "You, like that. I
like it. A lot. More than I thought I would."
"I can tell you have been having fun, too." He smiled softly, sipping his
coffee.
"No, you idiot. I mean I LIKE it," she emphatically said. "I'm kind of
confused. I've never liked you like that, ever."
"I get that, we've been like siblings, almost." He noticed a subtle wince
in her face for a second.
"Billy," she said after a pause.
"Yeah?" Noting her tone was more serious.
"Do you know why I broke up with Tess's father?"
"You mean other than he was a dirtbag and got arrested?"
"That was after we broke up. I just told people that was why because they
accepted it."
"Oh." He'd always suspected the timing was off for that story but she'd
always adamantly stuck to it, telling everyone the same thing without
variance, so he had no reason to question it. "What was it then? If I can
ask."
"You're wearing my panties, to amuse me. You can ask almost anything."
She laughed, breaking the tension she was feeling, and causing him to
nearly spit out his coffee in shock. Instead he choked it down.
"We broke up because he was..." It was her turn to pause to consider her
words. "He was too manly. Too stereotypically manly, in the negative
ways. Not like you are."
"Thanks. I think." Billy looked playfully suspiciously at her.
"Oh hell with it," she said exasperated. "Billy, I like women..." She
paused only long enough to take a short breath before adding, "And men
that are... softer. Pretty. In touch with their feminine side, too."
Billy sat in silence a second, for a second or two he searched her face
for telltale signs of pranking him. They had done that for years, but he
saw none of her tells, not even a hint. He saw her eyes starting to
gather a little moisture, she was fighting back tears, she was feeling
vulnerable and exposed. She'd revealed something to him that she clearly
had not planned to, and in that moment he felt he knew her more suddenly
than he had in all their years of being such close friends.
She started to open her mouth to speak, but Billy lunged forward and
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. "Oh April..." he
said softly, feeling the warmth of her tears on his shoulder. "Don't
cry." Finally she wrapped her arms around him and held him.
It was several minutes before she gently lifted her head and pushed back.
Her tears only lasted a few moments, and her eyes were already clearing.
"You're not disappointed?"
"What?!" Billy said, almost disgusted at the accusation. "How? Why?!"
"I've been lying to you for years."
"No, you haven't," he said plainly. "You've been lying to yourself by
hiding it."
"I didn't think you'd be so..."
"Accepting? Loving? Tolerant?" He smirked, lifting his nightie a little.
"What kind of girl would I be if I wasn't there for you?" He winked.
She laughed a moment, grateful for his disarming humor. "What about you?"
"What about me? I'm ok with you being a lesbian, or liking men in
skirts," He said dismissive of the topic as if it were nothing. Indeed,
it wasn't a big deal to him at all.
"No, I mean, what about you wearing a dress, leggings, panties, a
nightshirt?" She put her hand on his leg, just above his knee. "And me
liking it?"
"Ooohhhh." He looked at her hand on his leg, followed her arm up her body
until he made eye contact again. "Honestly, I don't know how I feel about
it," He noticed her slightly worried look, a microexpression barely a
tell, but knowing her so well it was obvious to him.
He reached down and grabbed her hand as she lightened her grip, just to
stop her from moving it. "It's awkward to be in your clothes, but not
something I'm not enjoying. If I'm entirely honest, I was scared to ask
you this, but since we're talking candid and open..."
"What?" she prodded gently.
"Were you serious about me shaving my legs?"
He grin answered him before her very enthusiastic response did. "Hell
yes!" she said sitting more upright and her face glowing with
anticipation.
"Looks like we're going to have time today." He nodded at the window, it
was still snowing.
"Yeah, and I think Aunt Billie needs to stay a few nights." April rubbed
his thigh a little.
"So, what are you thinking?" He could see her eyes flashing like she was
thinking something through.
"Just a sec." She turned and grabbed her phone, played with it a moment,
texting someone he could tell by the sounds it made. A moment later a
reply came. She smiled.
"Good news?" Billy asked.
"Very," April said standing up. "Lisa is watching the kids, too. We have
time to get those disgustingly neglected legs pampered." She had a broad
smile. "If you're not going to chicken out."
Billy stood, almost eye to eye with her, barely an inch taller than she
was. "I'm game."
Billy followed a giddy April towards her bedroom. He'd only been in her
room a few times in the years she'd lived at this house. It always felt
'off-limits' somehow, a girl's bedroom was somehow something sacred and
private. Now, however, he felt little trepidation about following her.
"Here." She tossed him something from her dresser. "Put this on and let
me know when you're ready." She motioned for him to go into her bathroom.
Soon as he did, she pulled the door shut behind him.
He looked at what she'd given him, a one-piece swimsuit. "A swimsuit?" he
asked, taking his leggings off.
"Yes. I'll help you shave, show you how to do it right," she said. "If
you were a sister or daughter, you could be in the tub naked, but I want
to give you a little modesty."
He had finished stripping and stepped into the swimsuit. "Are you sure
this will fit me?" He said, feeling it get tight in the legs just above
his knees.
"Are you kidding?!" She laughed. "We're practically identical sizes,"
April was about 5'7" and had an average build on a small frame, much like
Billy. In fact, his frame was about average for a girl his height,
gaining him a lot of teasing in high school.
"Ok, but don't laugh," he joked as he opened the door. The swimsuit fit
like it was made for him. Just a little squeeze and lift in the tush,
containing him in front, but modestly concealed under a skirt barely long
enough in front, barely missing covering the bottom of his butt in back.
He'd seem many girls wear suits like this, and they always attracted his
attention. The back was low, the top was a deep v-neck. The suit was a
light blue with the skirt being a darker color to mock being a separate
piece.
April waved her finger, instructing him to turn. She looked him over as
he did, twice. "Damn, you really fill that out nice," she said, swatting
his butt. "Except here." She patted his chest. "Let's get the tub going."
She leaned past him and turned the water on.
Soon Billy was sitting in the warm water enjoying the soaking heat on his
body. "Wow, this is why you ladies love this so much."
She chuckled. "Ok, enough slacking. Time to get to work on those wookie
legs." In reality his legs were only slightly hairy. He wasn't going to
be mistaken for a girl as is, but he was far from a hairy man.
It took close to 45 minutes and several razors to finish, but when Billy
stood up, his legs were smooth, hairless, and really a site.
"Why don't you shower, I'll find you something to wear." April grinned.
"And yes, before you ask, it WILL be showing off those legs for me!"
He pulled the curtain, stripped, and hung the swimsuit on the shower
head. As he was turning the water on he heard April peek in and then
close the door. Whatever she'd chosen, it hadn't taken long.
While in the shower, he shaved his chest, too. April didn't mention it,
but he wasn't too hairy and he did it through the summer, anyway. He also
did his underarms, as a surprise for her. 'In for a penny, in for a
pound,' he thought.
He got out of the shower and put the towel around him like a girl, just
because it felt right with what he'd been doing. He saw lotion on the
sink pulled to the front with a sticky note. "Use me," and a smiley face.
He enjoyed the feeling of rubbing lotion on his soft, smooth, hairless
legs. Every touch felt amplified, as if his nerves were many times more
receptive or alert.
When he was finished he looked at what April sat out for him. Pink
panties and bra. 'Of course they're pink.' He thought. Under them a white
skirt, pleated like a cheerleader's skirt, but without the colors in the
insets. It looked quite short, but it wasn't like they were going
anywhere anyway. Under the skirt was a sweater, pink and white speckles.
It looked very fluffy and warm. She included socks, knee-high white socks
with faux-tube sock aesthetics, a pair of pink stripes around the leg at
the top, just above his knees when he pulled them all the way up. She
left a pair of pink fuzzy house shoes, which made him chuckle as absurd
as they looked.
He stepped out of the bathroom, surprised she wasn't in the room. He
caught the image of himself in the mirror and froze seeing the girl
staring back. His shoulder-length brown hair was a stringy mess still
damp, but worked with the turtle-neck pink and white baggy sweater. The
skirt clung to his waist and flared just slightly off his only slightly
rounded hips, and ended dangerously short on his thighs he thought.
Naturally he crossed his legs in subconscious protection of his modesty.
The socks started just above his knees, making his legs look smaller
somehow.
"Admiring yourself?" April teased from the door of the room. "Damn we
need to put you in heels, because even those half inch house shoes shape
your legs amazingly," She walked over and rubbed his bare thigh up to his
skirt hem, lifting it just a little as she brought her hand up. "Mama
likes,." She winked, mocking flirtation.
"It's a little cold in this skirt." He stepped up and down to rub his
bare legs together.
"The price of being beautiful." She winked. "Besides, the fireplace is
going, and you can always share my blanket on the couch." She took his
hand and started to lead him out of the room.
He noticed she was in capris leggings and a sweater hanging past her
butt. Her sweater wasn't nearly as thick but fit a lot closer to her form
than his sweater did on his body.
Neither of them had any idea what was going to happen in a few hours,
later that evening, or the days to come. For now, the two friends were
aware there were deeper feelings, confusing feelings, and new things to
explore for each of them as Billy was dressed like he was.
That evening, however, would be a night they would tell stories about to
Tess many years later...
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