Amity 5 CataclysmChapter 22 Outposts
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COMING OUT
Sleazy Blonde, 2021
I stared in the mirror. This is going to be so embarrassing.
The blond wig was a Walmart special. I had tried my best but the makeup
looked like the result of Grade 3 girls gone wild. The bridal dress too
was a Walmart special. The word flattering would never be used in relation
to that dress on me. The clip on earrings hanged like cheap Christmas
ornaments from my ears.
Looking back, I probably should have gotten different pantyhose or gone
with a longer dress. The hose didn't hide my black hair. Maybe it wouldn't
matter because no one would notice my legs. They'd be staring at my feet
in the 2 inch high heels: court shoes.
A vision of beautiful ugliness. I sighed.
"It'll be fun!" our wives had said a few weeks ago. "A dress up party,"
they said. "Wedding bells ringing," they cried. "No help from us," they
laughed. "Release the woman within!" they shrieked hysterically like the
witches they were. Fine by them; they'd be wearing tuxes. We'd be wearing
wedding dresses for brides or bridesmaids. It all seemed like a good idea
at the time; the booze had helped us form that conclusion. So did the
marijuana.
The doorbell rang. A shout from the kitchen. "Derek or I mean Darlene,
they're here," Karen, my tolerant wife shouted. The doorbell rang again. I
heard her race to get it. I heard chatter and shrieks. I heard a few
laughs. It sounded like everyone had shown up at the same time.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Is this the picture I wanted my
friends to see? Is this really part of me? Can I do this? I knew all of
our invited guests well. Pete and Cindy lived across the road. John and
Mary lived next to us on the left. Alysha and Jerome lived down the road,
left at the stop sign, and third house down on the right. We golfed,
camped, fished, and walked together. Our wives did wife stuff together.
I guess every couple has secrets that they only share among themselves. As
well as I knew them, did they really know us? Did my wife really know me?
I summoned some courage and grabbed my purse and walked out the bedroom
door.
Walking down the stairs, I first saw shoes. Four pairs of glossy black
patent leather mens shoes, all of them relatively small. Three pairs of
womens shoes.
One was pink Chuck Taylors. That had to be Jerome. His planter faciatis
killed him most days. Heels would have killed him today. There was a pair
of those ballet slipon things that my wife occasionally wore. That had to
be John given how wide the shoes were and how wide John all 250 pounds of
him was. The third pair was a set of black platform stilettos. Pointed.
Bejeweled. Six inches at least. Rhinestones all over them. Pete's.
I took a few more steps down. Four pairs of black pants with some shiny
strip running down the side of the leg. Above the Chucks was the bottom of
a lavender dress or skirt. Wide. Flowing. Above the ballet shoes was a set
of tan pantyhose with hair underneath. That had to be John. The guys built
like a gorilla and as hairy as one too. Last was a set of black sheer
pantyhose with a backseam.
A few more steps down. How would I look in comparison? Would they laugh at
me? Did they know how much it was killing me to put this on and to come
down front of them?
I saw the bottoms of four tuxedoes. I saw more of the lavender dress. I
have to say that it looked pretty good as dresses look. Not my taste but
nice looking anyway. John was wearing a skirt. It was baby blue or light
blue or whatever blue name you can think of. He probably had a hell of a
time finding one to fit him. Next I saw the leather micro mini skirt with
the big shiny zipper going up the front meeting at a big shiny button.
Nice legs. Short skirt. Not really wedding attire though I thought.
I was getting nervous. The moment of truth drew nearer. I went down a few
more steps holding the handrail, off balance and uncomfortable in my new
shoes.
Torsos. I saw torsos. Four tuxedo jackets and men's watches on wrists.
White tux shirts. Black bow ties. It looked like the wives had gone to a
tux rental place and gotten decked out the same way.
The purple dress continued up to Jerome's neck. The brown arms and neck
confirmed my suspicions that this was Jerome. The dress sagged abit around
the chest because there wasn't a bit around his chest. He had some
bracelets on his wrist and a necklace around his neck. I saw the bottom
ends of an Afro wig.
John seemed to be wearing a black bra underneath a white blouse. So he
finally did something about his man boobs. His big clunky watch looked out
of place on his arm. It had been his brothers who had died in Iraq and
John swore he's never take it off. John kept his word.
I could only imagine what they were thinking of me as I slowly came down.
My eyes latched onto the pink leather bustier crop top with a push up
women's corset; stiffed in them were breasts. Not socks. Breasts. Covering
the shoulders and arms was a black mini jacket, short on the sleeves and
high around the waist. There was a short necklace around the neck covered
in diamonds. Higher around the neck was a collar: chrome or stainless
steel, two inches wide. With unavoidable black lettering: "BIMBO".
Momentarily I felt rather intimidated. I had gone and gotten the best I
could in the time we had on the budget we had and had tried my best to
dress the part. This was a hugely embarrassing time for me. Pictures might
be taken. Friends might see them. Co-workers might get them. Something
that was meant to remain private would be exposed for all to see. And yet
I was feeling somewhat jealous that I hadn't put more into this special
moment; I was afraid of disappointing my wife by not being dressed up
enough.
I closed my eyes and took the final few steps into the reality of this
evening's party. I couldn't go back now. I had to face my wife and friends
dressed as I was, who I was destined to be for tonight. I planted both
feet on the main floor and opened my eyes.
Cindy, Mary, Alysha, and my Karen all had their hair slicked back, fake
moustaches glued on, and cigars in their hands. By the smell, these were
big joints, not tobacco. My wife looked cute for her new role. Each of
them held a brandy glass in their hand with what looked like white wine in
them. Karen --- Kurt tonight --- grinned at me. The others suppressed
their laughter and merely nodded and smiled.
Kurt came up to me and took my arm like a man would. "I want to introduce
you, Darlene, to our guests tonight. First, here's Alex and Jessica,
Alex's lovely bride to be." I looked at Jerome. He was made up well. Blush
on cheeks. Mascara and glittery stuff on the eyelids. Red lipstick.
"Charmed," he said in his bass voice.
Kurt led me to the next couple. "Darlene, please give a warm welcome to
Marty and his date who is a bridesmaid, Jane." John was a biker who
normally kept his hair quite long. It was still long I guess but done up
in a French braid and tinged with pink and electric blue streaks. Lipstick
on a pig I thought. "It's pleasure," he squealed. His voice was so high!
The "men in tuxedos" laughed: "Helium, it's hilarious!" Frankly, it was.
Jessica said something about a falsetto man that caught my ear. I turned
toward her and chuckled at her joke as my beloved and understanding Kurt
led me by my arm to the last guests.
"Darlene, I want you to meet Chris and Patsy." I looked at Chris aka
Cindy. I had never seen a bigger grin in my entire life. Was she mocking
me? I had known her for years. Was she going to shame me in future for
looking as I did, for wearing what I now wore, for being who I was for
tonight? Would there ever be any end to his torture and snide remarks? She
had that bitch potential in her. I knew it. We all knew it.
Karen said, "Chris is an investment banker. Patsy is his stay-at-home
trophy wife. Or she's a stag party bimbo cumslut, isn't that right, Chris?
Anyway, my darling Darlene, they have a wonderful relationship. What do
you think of that?" She smiled at me as she spoke.
I turned to look at our last guest, Patsy.
Holy fuck! A long hair curly asymmetrical bob. Earrings, studs, barbells,
and big hoops in the ears: no clip-ons. Heavy eyeshadow. Tons of mascara.
Thick eyeliner. Deep red blush on the cheeks. Her lips were puffed up and
swelling and coated in a bright cherry red. They were slightly apart. I
thought I saw a sparkle in her tongue. She noticed and panted: her tongue
was split and she had two barbell tongue piercings!
That's when I noticed the small stars and colorful butterflies tattooed
behind her ears and down her neck, disappearing down behind her collar.
Low quality perfume oozed from her and filled my nostrils. And then I
noticed her hands were behind her back. I leaned over to look. They were
cuffed together with leather wrist restraints and linked to a short but
strong looking metal chain secured to the back of the collar keeping the
bound wrists them up high on her back.
I was stunned.
Chris broke the silence: "Kneel, sissy bitch." The disdain was obvious.
Patsy immediately got down on her knees.
"Look up at him, you cheap dildo loving anal fucking whore," Chris
ordered.
Patsy looked up at my astonished face. It was just inches away from my
wedding dress covered groin. I have to admit it but I am ashamed to say
it; I was unexpectedly throbbing, growing.
Chris bent down and snarled at Patsy: "What do you say to Darlene, you
cum-slurping, cocksucking slut?"
Patsy looked up at me. Her wide eyes. Her fluttering eyelashes. Her open,
inviting mouth. Her tongue rolling along her lips. Oh my God, I thought; I
have never been so horny in my life. And I'm hetero! But I almost want to
cum right here right now! And my wife is standing right next to me!
All of us held our breaths. After seductively teasing moment of silence,
Patsy finally obeyed Chris and spoke to me:
"I hope the elegant Bordeaux blend we brought goes perfectly with your
crown of lamb, Derek. And, by the way, my costume is better than yours."
finito
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