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Caught in the Storm Chapter 5 - Prelude to a New Game [Author's Note: I didn't intend for this to be an "anticipation" chapter, but it sorta worked that way. I generally write the situations in my head first and let the story unfold naturally as I write it, to try and give as much agency to the characters themselves. Sometimes that leads where I expect, sometimes it doesn't. This time, it didn't, and it wound up giving a juicy little prelude to the game itself, and allowed for some more questioning, exploration, and confession of these things happening from both April & Billy/Billie (yet not so much to each other as they probably should be doing, of course). Cuz this changed so much and the much-anticipated "twisted game" will be in the next chapter, I will upload both 5 and 6 on the same day so that both will be available to make up for the time away (due to internet connection issues) and this unexpected detour. I hope this is as enjoyable as past chapters and that it is adds to the story meaningfully for the reader as it did for me to write it. Thanks again, everyone, for your supportive kind words in reviews, and for taking time to read my little drama. It means the world to me! -Pixie ] The next few hours were kind of a blur. Lisa and Terri had gone home for a while, presumably to prepare something for dinner and to make sure Sarah had everything she'd need for the sleepover. Tess had made her way back, packed an overnight bag and quickly run out the door excited. The snow had finally stopped around 3:00 pm. It had snowed non-stop for almost 24 hours, leaving nearly ten inches covering the ground. If not for the hundreds of tracks going up and down the sidewalks and sled trails going down the mild slope the road was on, it would have been nearly impossible to see any terrain. Billy couldn't even see where the curbs were, and half of the wheels of his Volt were covered. "What are you thinking?" April said walking up behind him and resting her head on his shoulder, which required her to lift up on her toes just slightly. "This could take a few days to clear up." He pointed at his car in the driveway. "Likely at least two more." "Nope," April said. "More like four or five." "What?" "Forecast was changed. This was round one," she said, taking one of his hands in hers. "We're going to have clear skies tomorrow, sub-freezing temperatures, and then another round of snow coming that could drop as much as this first round did." "Seriously?" Billy turned his head her way, causing the side of their faces to touch. "Good thing we're stocked up." She kissed his cheek, just as she grabbed his butt flirtatiously. "Want to get into something more comfortable for a while?" He followed April's lead back to her room. "I'll find something a little more casual for you to wear for a while. Let's get you out of that miniskirt and leggings thing for a while," April said. "Well." Billy hesitated, causing April to stop and face him. "You like the tiny skirt?" She grinned. "Not that," he replied. "I mean, I don't hate it," he said defensively for no real reason, April certainly didn't look offended or hurt. "But these are kind of comfortable," He tugged at the leggings. "Oh, you have discovered one of the easiest and most comfortable thing in a woman's wardrobe. Leggings are amazing," she said smiling. "I have so many of them it's ridiculous. They are my go-to home wear option." "I can see why." He squatted down a little, moved this or that way, testing how they moved and wore. "They are actually great," he said as he was taking the skirt off. "But they hide nothing. In fact, they show off everything," she said, patting her butt, but looking at his crotch. He felt a little self- conscious apparently, because he held the skirt in front of himself, which made April grin. "Let's get you a long shirt." She turned to her closet again. "Take your sweater off." He did and soon he was putting on the shirt she'd handed him. "I don't think these sleeves will fit." "They will," she assured him. Sure enough, they reached only just past his elbows. "See? Too short." April chuckled. "That's the style. It's what they call a three-quarter sleeve." "Aptly named." He looked it over, the shirt could almost be a dress if not thin as a t-shirt and barely covering his butt. He turned to see how it looked in the mirror, both front and the side. "Nice." "Are you seriously admiring yourself?" April pushed him towards the door laughing. "Let's move before you start fawning over the girl you see looking back." They got to work preparing dinner. They were making the main course, and Terri and Lisa were bringing a side and a salad. They'd all eat, relax a little, then change for their planned game. April pulled out a casserole dish, setting it on the counter. She'd volunteered to make Lasagna. She loved to make it, when she had time, which was rare. With the weather, she had all the time in the world. 'With him helping, this will be faster than usual.' April thought with a bit of regret. "Get the big pot down there and fill it about half way, please." She pointed to a cabinet near the floor. Billy turned and squatted down to look for the right pot. His legs were only slightly wider than his shoulders at most, but this made his butt even more of an eye magnet than the leggings alone. He pulled out the right pot. 'Already?' she thought, disappointed. "Yeah, that's great," she said with a smile. They began to get ingredients for the sauce. Where morning had them running into each other, half of which was flirtatiously convenient, this afternoon saw them working like a pair of practiced cooks from a team. They moved so well to compliment the other, without the conflict or inconvenience of making false guesses as to what the other would do. Sooner than April was hoping, they were looking at a small pile of messy dishes and a now baking lasagna in the oven. "Dishes?" Billy said, looking for an excuse to keep working with her like they had been the last half hour or so. "Yeah," she said smiling. "You dry," She tossed him a dishtowel. It didn't take long to get through the dishes, and soon they were looking at each other, as if expecting the other to have something to say or do. The pause was just starting to get awkward when April asked, "Now what?" "I don't know," Billy said. "What's that?" He pointed to something on the floor behind April. She turned and saw the mysterious object, a fork. As she bent to pick it up she heard a loud snap at the exact moment something struck her butt. She squealed and jumped, grabbing where she'd been struck. Her feet barely hit the floor... SNAP! This time the other side, avoiding her hands. She put one hand there, protecting herself. Looking back she saw a wickedly and smugly grinning Billy twisting the damp dishtowel for a third strike. She ran, headed towards the living room, feeling the towel's bite on her right thigh. 'Damn he's fast!' she thought as she used the wall for leverage to propel her around the corner. She made for the safety of a room down the hall, only for Billy to have predicted this. He stepped out the doorway to the hall from the kitchen. April locked her legs trying to stop, Billy was about to snap the towel until he saw she was so close and closing too fast to do so. Her socks slid on the carpet and she crashed into him. His feet slipped out from under him and they both went down. He wrapped his arms around her as they fell. He landed on his back, keeping them from rolling, and taking the brunt of their fall. Her head slammed into his padded breast. They both laid there a second before April broke the silence, "Take that, jackass!" They both burst out laughing. It took several minutes for them to get control of the laughter. A few minutes later they were sitting on the couch, this time at opposite ends, their legs each stretched out towards each other. "I'll rub yours if you rub mine." April winked. "Wait, what?!" Billy got wide-eyed. April looked at him shocked. She mock kicked him. "Each other's feet, you pervert!" "Hey, you're the one that couldn't wait to get me out of my underwear," he said sarcastically playful as he took one of her feet in his hands. "And you didn't hesitate to get into my panties," she snapped back, equally playful, as she took one of his feet. "You're just jealous I make them look this hot," he quipped, trying to keep a straight face, and absolutely failing to do so. April had been looking down at their legs and looked up just enough to look past her eyebrows to make eye contact at him without really tilting head up fully. She had a classic 'are you serious?!' look. She lost it laughing when he started to chuckle. She couldn't believe he'd just said that. She also couldn't believe how much truth there was to it. They spent the next thirty minutes in relative silence just rubbing each others' feet and enjoying the proximity. Billy's mind was racing. He was looking at April's legs encased in slick, soft, sporty leggings, and feeling the softness of her feet in his hands. He noted her toenails were a deep red he really liked on her. Her legs were so enticingly shaped. He caught himself looking up her legs all the way to her hips, careful not to move his head to give away he was ogling her. Inevitably his eyes would catch almost equally attractive feminine legs covered in soft cotton pink leggings and trace them back to his own thighs. He was that other woman he was witnessing. He even saw his legs past the approximate shape of breasts in his own shirt. His hands were delicately adorned with pink nail polish. 'What is so comfortable about this?' He wondered. 'Why am I so comfortable in panties, in leggings, in a stuffed bra?' He couldn't understand it. 'I'm a man, I'm straight. Yet here I am looking like a woman, and loving it.' He was confused about his own self-identification as much as his feelings for April. 'Did she cause this?' he asked himself. 'Am I only doing this because of my attraction to her?' He shook his head slightly in rebuke to his own thought. 'No, I never even considered April attractive like a girlfriend, but beloved like a sister. Not until I put on a dress, her dress...' He let that thought linger. Was it that closeness to her, 'inside the veil' as it were, that caused this? No, when he looked at her body he felt the telltale signs of arousal and attraction, but it was her face, her smile and the sparkle in her eyes when she was looking at him. THAT drove him wild inside. That intrigued, vexed, and befuddled him. He felt himself emotionally falling all over himself to be nearer to her. This quiet time with her, rubbing her feet, their legs intertwined... this innocent intimacy was the most exciting thing he'd ever experienced with a woman, any woman. Looking up he could see she was lost in thought, too. April sat in silence, aware Billy was rubbing her feet and she was massaging his likewise. But this was barely on the surface of her mind. Her thoughts were wandering. She was considering him in other clothes- skirts, dresses, jeans, shorts... some mens' some womens'. What was it about him this past day that had awakened something in her she hadn't felt in a long time, and never so potent. 'Why do I feel like I'm walking around about to explode for him?' She wondered, adjusting her hips to move his foot just slightly farther from the top of her inner thigh. He was driving her mad. Every gentle push or press, every little knot lovingly worked out of her feet sent pulses and shock waves up her legs to her heart. 'Would I be just as attracted to him if I'd never seen him in that dress, my dress, and my heels?' she asked herself. 'Who else has ever loved me like he has? Who else has loved Tess like a daughter? Who else has ever been there for me as much, as often, as seriously as Billy?' She ran through a list of minor and major crises in her life. Every single one of them had one thing in common. Billy was always there to pick up the pieces, to support her, to listen, to let her cry, to care for her and Tess. 'Now he's sitting here in those leggings, and my god I'm conflicted.' She admitted to herself. 'He's making me question my sexuality.' She had not long ago about given up on men, tired of the 'macho' bullshit and the domineering attitude the men she tended to attract always seemed to have. 'But Billy, he respects me, and he's willing to do this, for me, for my daughter. Yet, I sense so much more in him, with me, with this.' 'This moment, this time...' she thought. 'This is even better than kissing him earlier.' She surprised herself thinking that. This was far less powerfully arousing, less physically arousing. This was innocent, friendly, but far from platonic. This was intimacy, the sort she'd been looking for... for far longer than she would care to try to recall. This innocent intimacy... with him... was exciting her deeply and profoundly. She felt a long rub down the arch of her right foot, she let an involuntary moan as the tension released all at once. "Ohhhhhhh god!" She gasped as she moaned. "I love you," she said that last part barely above a whisper. In her ears it was louder than a My Chemical Romance concert in the front row! Panic set in immediately. 'OHMYGOD! I JUST SAID I LOVE YOU!' She realized, her heart began racing... had he heard?! Billy felt a knot in her foot, tracing her arch with determination and precision he gave it a good long stroke to work it out entirely. April let out a long moan of pleasure and relief. 'I love your reaction.' He thought, and attempted to say. "I love you..." He ended that barely in a whisper. She'd said something just as he spoke. Did she hear him?! 'Oh my god!' He panicked. 'What did she say?! What did I say?!' He thought in a panic. Both of them sat there wide-eyed staring at the other without really seeing them. Their hearts racing, worried they'd accidentally exposed something of themselves they didn't even understand themselves yet. The moments of silence that followed were excruciatingly slow. Neither of them really moved or spoke, not even really rubbing each other's feet. Neither wanted to move and risk hurting or scaring the other. Both of them felt awkward with their legs intertwined, but that was self- conscious vulnerability. Finally, mercifully, the silence was shattered by the beeping of the oven timer. This snapped them both out of their unintentional self-induced shock. They both moved to get up. "Ladies first," Billy said softly. "You're more lady-looking than I am, so you first." April winked. She insisted he move first. She wasn't entirely sure her legs would carry her. His proximity and those damned leggings were so intoxicating. She stood as he passed, her face so close to his hips as he walked by, giving her a very close look at his butt. She couldn't take her eyes off it and his legs as she followed him. She was so engrossed she literally walked into him when he stopped suddenly. "Sorry." "Where's the oven mitts?" he asked, partly still disoriented from his near-confession to her. "Uh, down there." She put an arm on his shoulder, pointing with her other hand. The moment she touched him she felt a surge through her body, top to bottom and back again. 'What the hell, girl! Get it together, it's just a man. You've seen them before!' she chastised herself. Her hand on his shoulder caused him to react very obviously. He shuddered slightly, but between his legs, he surged. He choked back a gasp. 'Damn, need to think of Nicholas Cage!' he told himself, nearly cracking up at the absurdity of this thought. Here a beautiful woman he respected, was deeply connected to, and intimately familiar with was flirting and touching him so sensitively, and he was trying to disgust himself out of arousal?! Billy squatted down and got the oven mitts from the drawer she'd pointed out, grateful he'd moved so her hand was off him and that the trick Terri had told him about had worked. He stood with a little more confidence aware the obvious nature of his excitement was receding. He got the lasagna out of the oven and sat it on the insulated hot plate April was putting don for him. "I'll send Lisa a message to let her know dinner is ready," April said, quickly leaving the room. She, too, was looking for a way to calm her body down, to stop the runaway process of excitement she was experiencing. 'What is going on?!' she asked herself as she texted Lisa. April: Dinner done. Bring something harder than wine! A moment later Lisa replied, "You ok?" [April: IDK Kissed Billie earlier. Several times. Can't stop thinking about it.] April spelled his name as they'd been using it without even realizing it until she saw the message sent. [Lisa: She's hot. I don't see a prob,] Lisa replied. [April: BFF.] [Lisa: So you can't love him/her?] [April: Him/her?] [Lisa: Both? Does it matter what's between Billy/Billie's legs?!] Lisa's question caused a sharp pause. Did it matter? April looked into the kitchen where Billy was getting plates and silverware. She could see the feminine look of his face, his legs, even his ass... She felt a twinge of excitement. He turned and she saw the bulged. She felt the same twinge. [April: God IDK. I shouldn't feel this way for him! Like a brother.] [Lisa: NOT a brother, or sister. He's better. Hell he's been a she for you!] April wanted to reply to that, but she couldn't. Billy wasn't her brother. Billie wasn't her sister. He HAD been willing to go farther than April could have ever jokingly dreamed up... just to see her smile, and she presumed because he enjoyed it, too. 'I assumed.' She thought. [April: I assume he likes this. Assume. Ass. U. Me.] [Lisa: Billie's got a hot ass, like you.] [April: I'm being serious.] [Lisa: Me too! ;) Listen, wanna know? ASK BILLIE!] [April: And if I'm wrong? IDK I want it to end.] [Lisa: We'll be there in 5-10. ASK BILLIE! Don't worry, you're not wrong. It's in the eyes.] [April: See you soon.] [Lisa: Ask. Or Terri and I will.] April gasped in surprise. Lisa wouldn't... 'No, she totally would.' April thought. [April: Don't you dare bitch!] The insult was playful, a sarcastic term of affection between them since college. [Lisa: Ask, or I do! Luv ya bitch!] April strode into the kitchen with a purpose. She almost walked right into Billy who was about to carry the dishes to the table. "Put those down a second," she said authoritatively. "Um, ok," he said, putting the dishes on the counter. "Something wrong?" "No, we just..." April trailed off. "April?" Billy said, turning and leaning back against the counter. "Is everything ok?" She looked up, gazing up from his feet, working her way up his pink legs. The leggings fit so close, so enticing looking, and clung to every shape of his legs. They vanished under the shirt that just barely covered where surely her eyes would linger too long. She was grateful for the small mercy that that long shirt created. "Yeah, I just..." He could tell her hesitation was some sort of emotional conflict. It was written on her face. "April, just say it," he said as supportive as he could sound. "I can handle it." "Do you like this?" She waved her arms, gesturing up and down his body. "This outfit?" He shrugged. "It's alright." He paused. "You're right, these leggings are amazingly comfortable. I am totally buying some for myself around the apartment," he said with a smirk. "You've made me a convert." April chuckled. "I didn't mean just those. I meant, all of it," She sighed, she hated asking, feeling like she was giving him 'an out' from something she was enjoying more than she would have ever imagined. "Are you asking if I enjoy the dress-up game?" Billy asked. "What do you mean? Do you want to know if it is like a weird sexual fantasy? Do you mean the panties? Or YOUR panties? Or just in a casual 'something from childhood boys never get to do' sense?" "Honestly, I don't know," she said, exasperated. Her head dropped a moment in frustrated confusion. Billy put his hands on her shoulder. "Listen, if I was against this, I would have never work that overalls dress thing out of that door last night. I would have NEVER worn those hot pants and a scandalously short Tinker Bell shirt. I would have never let you talk me into shaving my legs, wearing a skirt that would make a cheerleader blush." April laughed like she knew something he didn't. "That was about cheerleader uniform long, actually." "Seriously?! I thought the one I wore was so short only because I was taller than the girl that usually wore it," His eyes got wide and one hand dropped to his leg, tracing an imaginary hemline where it rested on his leg. He whistled. "Damn, no wonder I found those things sexy in school. How the hell do you girls ever feel comfortable in them at that age?!" She, again, remembered seeing him wear that uniform in school. His bare legs, the skirt barely covering his butt, and the spandex briefs bloomers that were flashing almost with every move. She found herself enjoying the visual memory a little too much. April shook her head. "We're not cowards like men," she said playfully. "And, we learn to be strong in our vulnerability." She half mocked the idea of being vulnerable in a skirt, but also meant it since being a woman, generally physically smaller and weaker than the predatory men out there, meant there was a real risk most men never faced or even realized existed. "But you're avoiding my question," she said after a short pause. "Do you like this, or are you doing it just for me?" She sighed, "I need to know," She exposed herself, her enjoyment and entertainment in all this. "Why can't it be both?" Billy looked her straight in the eye. He could see that didn't satisfy her, so he continued, "Listen, I love that you love this. That's... intoxicating, frankly." He sighed. Trying to conceal his emotional investment and confusion he added, "But as I said, if I wasn't also enjoying this, I would have stopped it. It was cutesy fun for Tess at first. Just to amuse her, I adore her like she was my own daughter." "I know. You're amazing with and for her." April smiled. Billy had always been a strong positive male presence in Tess's life. Ever since it was just the two of them. He had been there before, of course, even when April's husband had literally threatened him. "I guess I want to say," Billy said fighting a little society-imposed shame, "I like this, too." He motioned at his body and then between the two of them. "This," he waved at the leggings, "is cute, pretty even. I don't know why, but I kind of like it." He looked up at her, "And I like this, too," He put a hand on her chest, innocently placed. "You and I, since this began." April sighed and smiled slightly. "I do, too. But it confuses me." "I know, you like women, and I'm not a..." "Yesterday. Today. For as long as you want." April touched her fingers to his lips, "You can be. Or as feminine a man as you want to explore. But I want it to be your choice, your decision," She blinked a few times, trying to fight a tear from forming. "I don't want you to do it for me. Do it because you want to," She hoped he wouldn't see the emotional conflict raging inside. She hated telling him he could stop. She was enjoying this so much, she was feeling so engaged and aroused by his presence, his feminine presence. She desperately hoped he'd continue to explore and express this side of himself. They stared at each other in silence a few moments, neither sure what to say. Both felt more vulnerable and exposed with each other than ever before. Their lives, their relationship, had changed dramatically in such a short time. While both had trouble admitting it, neither of them wanted this to end and were actually grateful for the weather 'trapping' in this situation now that they were in it. Finally Billy took her hand gently, pulling it off his lips, and almost leaned forward to kiss her, only to be surprised she had the same idea. They met halfway. For a moment they were barely touching lips, unsure who would be the more forward, more dominant one. They put their arms around each other and kissed more deeply, apparently subconsciously agreeing they didn't need to determine who 'led'. A knock followed by the door opening caused them to break their kiss, but they were still holding each other, just with one arm as they 'opened up' their stance. Lisa and Terri came in with a large cloth bag and food. "What's in the bag?" Billy asked. "Oh, those are our outfits for the game later," Lisa said smiling. "Billie, can we talk a second? I want to show you something," Terri asked, nodding towards the hallway. Billy took it as a hint that Lisa wanted to talk to April in private, so he followed Terri, who surprisingly led him to the guest room. "I have some things I got, pre-op," Terri started. "One is more for us ladies, but the other I think might make you more comfortable in certain... garments." She opened up the cloth bag and pulled out a pair of boxes. "This one." She held up the larger one. It was entirely nondescript, but was deceptively heavy for it's size. "Is for us ladies to enjoy." She winked and opened the box. Billy's eyes got wide. "Are those?!" "Indeed," Terri said grinning broadly. "You're very own boobs, if you want to wear them," She pushed hers up. "I don't need this sort of help anymore," She chuckled. "I also brought some adhesive so they will feel authentic on your chest." "I'm speechless," Billy said candidly. "I thought it'd help you feel more feminine, and it'll make the game later more fair, since you'll be having the same weight and balance issues the rest of us women will have." "The rest of us?" Billy said. "We've taken to considering you one of the girls." Terri smiled, she had a soft disarming presence. "Want me to help put these on? It's awkward the first time or two." "Uh," Billy thought just a second, staring at the breasts in the box in front of him. 'Could I really put these on, have real breasts?' He asked himself. 'That would clearly tell April this IS my choice,' he thought. 'Is it?! Do I want this?!' He was still conflicted. Finally after a moment, Terri watching him puzzle this out internally so patiently and without a hint of judgment. "Yeah, let's do it!" he said, smiling almost as big as Terri was. Moments later he was topless, minus stuffed bra and all, and laid on his back on the bed. Terri had shut the door, and texted Lisa a quick two- letter message she knew meant to stall. "Ok this will be cold," she said, getting the adhesive ready. "But it will get warm like icy hot, then cool to match your body temperature." Billy gasped in shock as the glue was rubbed on his chest. It was colder than he expected. Terri kept working it in almost like a lotion, explaining the kneading of the gel activated it better, and spread it evenly across the skin. Then she grabbed a breast, leaned over Billy to get it centered, and brought the flesh-like mass straight down onto his chest. The weight of it surprised Billy. He'd felt, lifted, and fondled women's breasts before, but having that sort of weight pressing on him was a new sensation. Terri pressed it firmly and told him to hold it. He did, with both hands as she had been. Then she got the other one. She put his hands in position to hold the breasts from moving then leaned down, a hand on either breast. It seemed like a long time, but it was just two minutes. "Ok, sit up Billie," Terri said. He did, grabbing his chest in alarm. "Oh my god!" Billie said. "These pull so much!" Terri laughed. "Welcome to the fairer sex, sweetie," she said amused. "Let's get a bra on you and a hotter shirt, to show off the girls," Billie chuckled a little nervously. Billie looked at the mirror, the shirt clung to everything. It was a sort of deep plunging wide-necked top. It showed a good third of her breasts off. "Damn! I look like a woman!" Striking a slightly provocative forward-leaning pose caused blushing. "I FEEL more like a woman!" Billie said, letting the disbelief and surprise come out in her words. "Mostly," A frown as eyes shifted to the leggings, now the hips visible as this shirt didn't go as far to cover the hips and tush. "We can help that," Terri said. "What?!" Billie looked up, her eyes noticing the writing on the shirt Terri had gotten her to wear. 'Girl Power' it read in bright red across the chest. "How the hell do I..." Her words trailed off as she saw the other box Terri was opening. "It's called a 'gaff'," she said. "Pre-op trans women and cross dressers often wear them to look more feminine in panties, leggings, and of course skirts." The next several minutes were the most awkward of Billie's life. Never had anyone put hands where Terri did, in the way Terri did, much less for this reason. Slowly, gently, and with all the kindness anyone could offer, Terri guided Billie how to 'put away' everything to put the gaff on. When Billie was done she was filled with terror thinking there would be pain, massive discomfort, and a bizarre freakish look. Instead, none of that was true. Billie stood looking at the smoother finish to the front of her body, now adorned with easily B-cup breasts. "Ok, pervert," Terri said, breaking Billie's concentration on the image in the mirror. "Pervert?!" "Put some underwear on!" Terri joked, tossing Billie her panties. "As much fun as it is to see you enjoying yourself, I am going back out to my wife before this gets weird," she teased. "Too late for that for me," Billie replied. "This is so..." "New?" Terri asked. "Yeah. That's one word for it. Unexpected. Very unexpected," Billie said, pulling her panties up. "Thanks for this, all of this," Billie said, almost moved to tears. This entire thing the past day, and now this... It's so... amazingly unexpected. "You're welcome babe," Terri said, hugging Billie. "I've been where you are. If you ever need a friend that understands, I'm always there for you, Billy or Billie 'with an ie'. Got it?" Billie could feel the sincerity in Terri's words. "Thanks. This is confusing, but I don't dislike it. I don't know how to think and feel about it," she said as Terri made for the door. "Then don't," Terri suggested, stepping out the door. "Just live in the moment, see where it goes, and decide later. Tonight, just enjoy yourself and let April help you. She's a good friend, closer than a sister. Trust her, lean on her. She'll always do you right. She is your Lisa," Terri shut the door on a contemplative Billie. Several minutes passed. "What is taking Billy so long?" asked April. The three women were all at the table, food ready, wine poured. "Maybe I should go check on him," She thought aloud. "Give her time," Terri said. "I think you'll be rewarded." "What?" April looked at her confused. "Her?" She grinned. "What do you mean, re..." Her words trailed off as she heard footsteps. She turned to look back at the hallway. Her heart leaped into her throat, whatever words had been about to form were choked away. In the entry to the hall was Billie. Only he wasn't what April expected. Bare-legged and wearing the pink miniskirt again, making his legs look much longer than they would otherwise. Then the top. 'Girl Power' it read in bold bright red letters on the slightly pink-hued shirt. And the deep neckline, the cleavage... April's eyes locked on the breasts. The movement, the bounce, the way they swayed, the volume, and the naked cleavage. "Billy?!" She gasped. She was almost falling over, as if her entire body lost all strength to support itself. "My god! You are hot!" She breathed it out more than she spoke. "How?!" Billie nervously stepped into the room at Lisa's request- a silent hand motion to encourage her. Another motion told her to turn. Billie grinned, blushing deep read and feeling her entire face burning, and slowly turned, giving everyone a great look at the shape she possessed. "We might have had something to do with that," Terri said. "Originally Lisa and I thought it was a good idea to make tonight's game a fair one, with weight and balance concerns," She winked at April who looked back only long enough to acknowledge Terri was speaking. "That makes sense..." April said, lost in awe and wonder. "Damn, Billy... Wow..." She felt as awkward and speechless as every idiot teen boy seeing a girl they had a crush on walk out in a fancy ball gown or dress, dolled up for him. She was just as speechless and overcome as a teenager. "Here, Billie, why don't you sit here?" Terri said, getting up and moving so she was next to April. "I think April would love the view more than touching your legs under the table right now." She laughed. Billie slowly walked to the table, and carefully and gracefully smoothed her skirt under her as she sat, directly across from April. "Do you like it?" Billie asked April, looking down and feeling a little self-conscious seeing breasts, and so much of them on display. It wasn't an overly generous amount, really, from what she'd seen other women wearing over the years. It was probably only slightly more than average blouse or t-shirt because it wasn't a v-neck, being a more rounded neckline. "Billy, I... love it." April was still struggling to regain composure and speak. "Maybe later if we cuddle again you can wake groping mine this time," she teased as April took a sip of her wine, hoping the alcohol would steady her nerves. April nearly spit it out in surprise at what she said. The entire table burst out in raucous laughter, both at what Billie and said and at April's stunned reaction. Once again, Billie had disarmed April so deftly, and once again she was grateful. As they ate, they talked, a lot more than Billie was used to given that she generally ate with men. The conversation began, naturally, with the forecast and even more snow expected, and how they were all stuck at home for at least several more days. This led to discussions about Billie staying with April the entire week. "So, Billie, are you staying all week?" Lisa asked with a smirk. "I don't see he has much of a choice," April said. "And I'm grateful he's here." "But is HE staying?" Terri picked up on what Lisa was asking, grinning mischievously. "I just... wait what?" April caught the tone and look and realized something else was being hinted at, but didn't quite know what. Suddenly she felt Billie's foot on her knee, pushing between them and rubbing her inner thigh. She smiled across the table at the flirtation, which she very much approved of. "Yeah, I'll be here until this clears up, I guess," Billie said, looking at Lisa. "Unless April throws me out." She looked back at April. "Unless I'm imposing," She winked and pressed her foot up a little more across the soft and slick leggings she wore with ease, they offered no resistance. "You're not." April shifted a little as the foot got well up her legs. She was enjoying the flirtation but not wanting to get too worked up, and certainly not this early in the evening. "But we need to be sure I don't drive you crazy, too," she said moving a leg and pushing Billie's foot out of her lap. "I doubt you would do that," Lisa said. "Billie seems to be enjoying her time with you and Tess." Billie almost replied but tensed suddenly feeling April's foot returning the flirtation she'd just received. April crinkled her toes over and over, like walking her foot up Billie's bare legs. Every time the toes stretched out she made sure to do it against skin, same with 'pulling' the foot forward grabbing with her toes. She stopped at a little beyond the upper mid-thigh as Billie had. After dinner the women returned to the living room and talked some more. An hour or so later they deemed they had allowed their dinner to settle enough to get ready for their game. Furniture was moved and the Twister mat laid out. "Time to change." Lisa winked. "We'll take the guest room to put our outfits on." Terri and Lisa went down the hall first, April and Billie followed. The first pair shut the door to the guest room as April and Billie went to April's room. On the bed were the leggings Billie had chosen not to wear earlier. "So, what's the deal with this?" April said, being very forward and grabbing Billie's breasts. "Oh, April!" he teased with a mock shocked cooing voice, causing her to laugh. "Terri thought they'd better for the game, more fair," Billie said, which was entirely true. That was the original reason why Terri and Lisa thought of them. "Ok," April replied clearly sounding suspicious. "They look damn good on you," she said before finally turning away, noting Billie's blush at the compliment. "So do we need to pick out clothes now?" Billie asked, changing subjects and instinctively holding a hand over her chest, without even realizing it. The shyness that indicated amused April, having done exactly that same reaction for the same reason many times in her life. "Oh no, I've already got the costumes ready," April said. "Which do you want?" She pulled a blanket back and revealed two scandalous outfits. "Schoolgirl, or something more familiar?" The other option was a cheerleader's uniform. "Wait, we have to wear THESE?!" Billie replied in shock. "Yep," Lisa beamed proudly, and grinned with amusement. "Cheerleader, I guess?" Billie said, entirely unsure she wanted either of them. "Shit," April said. "I wanted that one. I didn't feel like pulling a Britney Spears tonight." She laughed. "Rock, Paper, Scissors for the cheerleader costume?" Billie offered. "Deal. You're going down!" April laughed, striking an aggressive pose. Billie tried to do the same but in the skirt she was in, it came off looking more cute than intimidating. Ironically, it was the sort of 'trying to be tough' look that as a guy she would love to see a girl doing. Now, as a girl, she was doing it and felt anything but cute and wanted to be seen as aggressive. The irony of that didn't escape Billie. "One, two, three... GO!" they said in unison, as they had done hundreds of times. This was their time-tested way to settle disputes. They had long ago agreed that this was fair and the loser could not be angry or hold a grudge over the results. When they were angsty emotional teens it didn't always work so ideally, but the silly conflict resolution method had remained into their adult years and it really did work that way now, largely because it was more fun and for things of little importance in the grand scheme and they could both recognize that. April showed rock. Billie showed rock. They both laughed. "Well that settled it," joked Billie. They went again. Both showed rock. "Ok, we both have to change now," April said, unnecessarily as Billie knew the rules as well as she did. They went a third time, scissors. They laughed again. "We think way too much alike," April said. As they started to go a fourth time, Billie replied, "Yeah we even both like girls," April, surprised by what Billie had said lost her focus. She signaled late, paper like Billie had, but because she was late she lost. "That was dirty," April pushed Billie's shoulder. "But you'll be the dirty schoolgirl," Billie said, grabbing the pile of clothes on the cheerleading uniform. "Oh I am so going to enjoy watching you lose that costume!" April joked, taking her pile of clothes behind the bathroom door, but leaving it open so they could talk. "Let me know if you need help" She offered, "Breasts are a bitch when you're in such tight slutty sports tops." "Hey, there's no sports bra," Billie said looking through the clothes. "This is a sexy game, wear the one you've got there," April said from behind the door. Billie undressed and put the panties on, they were bright blue like the cheerleading uniform, but mostly semi-sheer lace and a tiny thin strap connected the front and back. Looking in the mirror the panties sat lower in front, tantalizingly close to showing too much, surely by design. In back they rode in a little leaving half the butt bared. 'A sexy game indeed!' Billie thought to herself. The bra was harder to put on, but eventually she managed, sighing in relief as it lifted the breasts. The weight on her chest, the free wiggling and pulling was intensely uncomfortable. This bra, entirely semi-sheer lace barely covered the nipples, and had a stiff underwire and lower cup that literally lifted her breasts. 'Women wear things things?!' Billie looked in the mirror in disbelief. It made her chest look amazing but it was not something she want to wear very long, being somewhat uncomfortable. Next was a thin white stretch crop top. It barely stretched enough to get over her breasts, and took a lot of work to accomplish that. It clung to her ribs just below the bra. It was stretched so tight that the decorative lifting bra could be see through the white fabric, most of which Billie assumed was spandex. It had a 'window' cutout over the chest to show off cleavage, 'Because of course it does.' Mused Billie. Then she put on the spandex briefs, bloomers she knew they were called, and she'd worn them before back in high school. They squeezed everywhere, they were exceptionally clingy. She liked how they felt, and looked. Next came the spandex workout shorts, an extra layer for the game. They were barely long enough to cover the bloomers and felt a little oppressively tight over everything else. The top of the uniform came next. It wasn't a crop top, barely reaching the waist once Billie managed to get it down over her chest, over which it stretched tightly, the v-neck allowing a great view of the 'window' in the undershirt. Finally Billie took the skirt and bent down to step into it. "I love the view," April said from behind, clearly faster at dressing than Billie was. "Those really show off your ass." She pulled up the skirt as she stood. April was posed in the doorway, one leg bent with her foot against the door frame. The skirt hung about as short as Billie's, meaning it showed off nearly all of her legs. Her top was tied on, over a similar stretchy undershirt, and under it all the sexy bra she wore could be seen. She was in thigh-high stockings, and ankle socks with lace trim. She had her hair in pigtails with a bow in each. She was drop dead sexy. Billie was awestruck. She never heard what April said to her next before she began approaching. She was mesmerized with the sway of April's hips with the low riding skirt and how it was carelessly tossed about as she walked, so close to showing what she wore beneath. 'A sexy game indeed. Very sexy.' Billie thought. As Billie sat and put her own thigh-high stockings and ankle socks on. As she did, April put her hair into a more full ponytail, complete with an over-sized blue and white bow- to compliment the very vibrant blue and white cheerleader costume she wore. "So I think we're ready," April said, leaning over Billie's shoulder. "And damn we look hot!" "Like a teen-aged boy's wet dream," Billie joked. "Like I said, hot." April winked. They came out of the bedroom and walked down the hall holding hands, Billie needing a little coaxing and comforting to feel ready for this exposure. In the living room Terri and Lisa were already dressed and waiting, and had set out a series of shot glasses, half-filled with some caramel colored alcohol. Lisa was dressed like Supergirl. She had a cropped-top sleeved shirt with the "S" logo on it. Her shiny red skirt barely covered her shorts, likely over another layer before her panties, too, underneath. Like April and Billie, she and Terri both had tall stockings and ankle socks. Lisa's were barely over the knee, Terri's nearly to the hem of her skirt. Terri's outfit was an Oktoberfest style. She wore a top similar to Billie's underneath a cropped Drindl top that both showed a lot of cleavage. She had a ruffled, miniature petticoat under her skirt giving it a lot more motion than a skirt that short should have. It also had a mock apron front. "We look like we walked off the set of a bad porn movie," Billie joked. The women all laughed. "Well, that IS the idea," April said, in unison with Lisa. "Kind of how this game started." "But that story can wait until afterwards when we're all in our post-game outfits of shame," Lisa chuckled, waving her arm to the love seat where several absurdly exhibitionist lingerie pieces were sitting, along with one long t-shirt and a pair of boy briefs panties. "Three sexy outfits?" Billie naively asked. "Noticed did you?" Terri teased. "The winner gets to choose who wears what." "Oh, and that's for a later round?" Billie asked. "No, that's what you'll wear to bed and for the night," Lisa replied. "Until the worst of the hangover passes, usually," April added, causing Lisa and Terri to laugh. Billie looked around the room at the three women she was with. Each of them were in a slutty costume, standing around a Twister game, ready to play a stripping and drinking game. It really was the kind of fantasy situation a teen-aged boy would come up with, yet here they were. For the first time Billie began to wonder if this is was what she wanted, really wanted. But looking at April and seeing how she couldn't keep her eyes of her, caused more than blushing. It caused a sense of pride, arousal, and a desire to keep things going. There was also the confusing feelings Billie was contending with, 'Why do I like this so much?' and 'Why do I feel so at home with breasts and a feminine looking crotch?'. He was truly confused, and perhaps it was the wine, but she felt she had to explore, to know for sure once and for all. It would take a twisted game, some excessive exposure, and the compassion of a dear friend, and two suddenly very close friends, for Billie to discover the truth about who he/she really was. A very sexy, and twisted, game indeed.