On Monday at school, Louise saw Kyle chatting with Mark, one of the
football team's linemen.
`Hi Kyle, how did things go?' she asked.
Kyle greeted her affably and told Mark that he would see him later.
Walking away with Louise, he told her, `It went very well. You know I
think Mandy and I really hit it off.'
`Did he, you know, er…' she trailed off, then added, `Usually he shares
details about what happened – or rather what failed to happen –
afterwards, but he seemed rather tight-lipped this time. No pun
intended.'
Kyle smiled, `I suppose I shouldn't really go around discussing what
we did together, but you are his sister, and he's always shared with
you before. He felt too nervous and light-headed – I think someone
spiked his drink – to really feel ok about doing much. We just kissed
and caressed and, well, made out I guess. He said he wanted to leave
the next stage until Thursday night.'
`Thursday night?'
`Yes, I'm taking him out for a bite to eat and then on to a movie. Say,
do you know what sort of films he likes best, there's that new Julia
Roberts one on. Does he go for the romantic comedies, or does he like
something a bit more cerebral. There's a foreign language film on that
I fancied seeing about the Spanish Civil War.'
Reeling from the twin shocks of hearing that her brother had another
date as a girl and that a football player was interested in an
intellectual film, Louise was rather lost for words. But finally
managed to say that Brian - Mandy she corrected herself - would
probably prefer the Julia Roberts film. Afterwards she realized that
her mind must have still been working on some level as she knew that
Brian would hate a piece of Hollywood fluff, and much prefer some arty
piece of foreign cinema.
Confronting Brian at lunchtime, she quizzed him about his Thursday
rendezvous. At first he did not want to talk to her, just as he had not
talked to her throughout all of Sunday. However, after she pressed him
against the wall and pinched the skin of his neck, he was more
forthcoming.
`Yes I told Kyle I'd see him again.' he sneered, `If I hadn't he would
probably have made me give him fellatio. I don't know what you told
him, but I'll get you back for it sometime. Anyhow, do you really think
I plan on going along on Thursday? I told him I would meet him
underneath the large clock near the train station at eight-fifteen. He
may turn up, but I have no intention of going – as `Mandy' or
otherwise.' Brian shock off his sister's hold, and, slipping beneath
her arm, darted for an exit. Louise was too slow to catch him.
Louise thought long and hard about what to do, feeling (quite
correctly) that she was in some way partially to blame for this, and
feeling bad about Kyle being left standing forlorn underneath the
clock. Feeling that it would be unfair to Kyle to tell him the truth,
and mad at her brother for how he had acted, she did not want to tell
the catcher that Mandy would not be showing up. Louise was not sure
just who knew about Kyle's sexual preference, but guessed that Roger
Jordon - the football team's captain and longtime friend of Kyle –
would be a good bet.
Approaching him at lunchtime the following day, she asked if she could
have a quiet word with him. Louise had known Roger since kindergarten,
but even so it was hard for her to address what was on her mind, in
case it caused problems for Kyle.
`How well do you know Kyle Hudson?' she asked hesitantly. Roger
laughed, `Probably as well as anyone. Heck you should know, we've all
grown up through the education system together.'
`Does Kyle have any, er, secrets.'
`Loads I would guess. Why?'
`It is just that I heard, that is…' Louise paused, `Have you ever heard
anything about him having, er, different preferences?'
Roger frowned, and did not seem very pleased with Louise. Taking her
elbow firmly he steered her into a nearby empty classroom. `What are
you getting at?' he demanded.
Louise had known Roger a long time and never been the target of his
angry stare, and she baulked a bit. `Is Kyle gay?' she asked.
`What business of yours would that be?' he asked crossly.
`It is just that…' She paused, swallowed hard and then continued, `Do
you remember Mandy, my cousin at Nick's party this weekend.'
Roger nodded but remained frowning. `Well Kyle and Mandy got on, er,
very well.' she went on. `The problem is that Mandy is not actually my
cousin.' Another long pause during which she lowered her gaze before
completing, `Mandy is my brother Brian.'
Roger's frown disappeared as the look of astonishment crossed his face.
`You see I know that Mandy, that is Brian, and Kyle made out and I
think they sort of made a date to see each other again, only I don't
know if Kyle knows Mandy isn't. Isn't Mandy that is.' Whilst the last
of this was a lie, Louise felt it at least offered Kyle an escape route
from accusations of homosexuality if his secret preferences were not
know to Roger. However Roger soon confirmed that they were.
`Kyle came out to me and the guys about two years ago.' he explained,
`We all accepted it. After all it was not as if he was going to
suddenly start hitting on us or something. We thought it best not to go
blabbing our mouths off. Some people can be jerks about such stuff.'
Louise was rather amazed by the football team solidarity and open-
mindedness. `Didn't any of the players get work up about it?'
Roger paused and reflected. `Not really,' he said. `a couple were a bit
freaked at first and took some getting used to it, but the guy's a
great catcher, a good laugh and, at the end of the day, he's still our
pal Kyle, even if he does have different tastes in bed partners. You've
got to remember that Coach Melengoff was gay, even if he couldn't
officially come out and expect to keep his job. He was straight with
us, admitted that he was gay, but said that the only time he would want
to be watching our ass was when we were bending over to score a
touchdown. Not only that, but Mark's uncle is the most raving queen you
ever met, and he's the guy that taught Mark to throw; his own dad
throws like a girl - no offence.'
`But I thought all you jocks were real macho, hetro tough guys.'
`My, aren't we the prejudiced one!' exclaimed Roger with mock surprise.
`Seriously though, it's hard to be a bigot when it comes to a pal who
you've always been able to depend upon and stand alongside. As I said,
we didn't make a fuss or go around telling people – that's Kyle's
decision. A couple of the cheerleaders know, but apart from that, it's
just the team.'
They paused for a while, and Louise realized that the atmosphere had
lightened up considerably now that Roger didn't think that she was
going to cause trouble for Kyle. She began to relate how Brian was
planning to stand Kyle up on Thursday. She neglected to explain all of
the facts behind her brother's masquerade, leaving Roger to merely
think that either Brian was in two minds about his alter ego, or else
that he was some little tease.
`Don't worry.' smiled Roger, `I'll make sure he sees how unfair it
would be to stand up Kyle.'
On Thursday morning Brian was walking to History class when he felt a
hefty pat on the back, and an arm encircled his shoulders in a friendly
but forceful hug. Startled he looked over and saw Mark Nailor from the
football team on his left, then became aware of Randy Granger – the
team's most brutal and sadistic looking player - on his right.
`How's it going, Brian?' asked Mark, who had never spoken to the
younger teenager before.
`Em, good, thanks.' he managed to reply. `What about you?
`I'm doing great.' continued Mark, `everything is going good. Only one
thing that worries me.'
`W-what's that.' stammered Brian.
`It's our pal, Kyle.' explained Randy, who despite looking like a
violent troglodyte was actually the most softest hearted player on the
team, a fact that he worked hard to keep from becoming general
knowledge throughout the school. `You see Kyle's got a date with a
young lass who I've heard is a bit of a tease. You know the sort, lead
`em on, then leave `em standing.'
`Terrible sort.' said Mark.
`Aye.' agreed Randy.
There was an awkward moment for Brian as the three of them continued on
in silence, other students moving carefully aside to let them pass.
Some people seemed to be nervously looking at him, no doubt assuming he
was in some sort of trouble with the two beefy football players and
wanting to know who's face to look out for on the news story when they
came to report that amangled body had been found.
`You know,' said Mark eventually, `if that little minx breaks Kyle's
heart, someone ought to teach her how nasty that is. Nothing major,
just enough to leave her in traction for a couple of months.'
`Nah,' disagreed Randy, `I know some bikers who would make her realize
that she should cherish the tender embraces of someone like Kyle. I'd
turn her over to them for some fun.'
`Of course,' went on Mark, `There's always Tony's pet husky, that
bugger is the horniest animal I know, why it would…say Brian, you're
not looking too good.'
When they laughed about the act they had put on later, Mark and Randy
were sorry that they never saw which of the imaginary fates that
awaited Mandy if she failed to show had actually drained the color from
Brian's face. As they left him outside his classroom, Randy told Brian
in parting, `You know you really are pale, Brian. What you should do is
get more fresh air. Why don't you go out somewhere tonight.'
The first Louise knew of the two footballers' success was when she went
into her room after school or rather after a trip to the mall after
school. It is a strange phenomenon, but the average teenage girl is
capable of leaving half a dozen articles of clothing, magazines strewn
on the floor, an empty cup from two days before on her nightstand and
assorted books in assorted locations around the room. However if a
couple of items are missing from her vast array of cosmetics she will
instantly notice their disappearance. Checking in Brian's room she
found a panicked brother looking rather more like Coco the clown than
the attractive young girl of five days before.
`Changed your mind?' she asked with amusement.
`Louise,' her brother responded, `you've got to help me. How do you
make this stuff work?'
Louise smiled again. `Tell me truly.' she said, `Do you really want my
help with getting ready for tonight, or do you plan on standing Kyle up
like you said.'
`No, no,' replied Brian, `I really do intend going. Please help me.'
Still smiling, Louise led her brother into her room. Louise had rescued
the wig and breastforms from Brian's floor on Sunday morning whilst he
was flossing his teeth in the bathroom. With a little brushing, and the
rather better application of the make up, Mandy was again reborn at her
vanity table. Brian was sitting looking rather miserable, clad only in
his socks, briefs and a dressing gown. Leaving him glazing forlornly at
his female alter ego, Louise went and selected some appropriate attire.
Because this might be Mandy's final appearance (though Louise rather
hoped not), she decided that the fake female deserved to go out in
style, and selected her favorite three piece underwear set. It
comprised of a pair of silk panties, a bra and a suspender belt in a
deep plum with white lace trim. The set had been a present from an aunt
whom she had always liked but who her parents vaguely disapproved of
for reasons that were never mentioned. She added to this a pair of
black stockings with a fancy pattern at the top, and on her brother's
insistence left the room whilst he changed into them.
Returning a few minutes later, having heard her drawer opening, she
confronted her now naked brother as he looked for something less
`seductive'. Slapping his bare buttock, she told him that the deep plum
set was all that was on offer, and that he should be grateful to be
offered something so nice. He hesitated at first, but when she pointed
out that his only other options were no underwear, his own underwear
(either of which would at best leave him flat-chested and at worse
leave him over-exposed) or going out to buy some more (rather hard with
his face made up but no female clothes to wear), he acquiesced sulkily.
He did bemoan wearing stockings instead of pantyhose, as the latter had
proved useful for keeping his genitalia in place on the previous
Saturday. Louise told him that he never really had enough down there to
need worry about it, and besides, it might be handy to have easy access
to his willy, as when he had finished sucking off Kyle, the older youth
might offer to return the favor. Brian blanched at this suggestion.
Louise decide to finish off Mandy's outfit with a demure but still sexy
cocktail dress she had. The neck plunged quite dramatically at the
front and suggested that a glimpse of breast would be forthcoming; its
soft folds however ensured that this would not be the case. The dress
had a small fabric belt at the waist and came down with only a small
flare to just above the knee, a small slit at the back allowing the
wearer to walk confidently. The shoes were in a similar hue; they were
open-toed sandals with two straps across the foot, another tying around
the ankle, and a two-inch heel.
When Brian was fully dressed as Mandy, Louise stood him in front of her
full-length mirror. Even though he had no desire to be so attired,
Brian had to admit that he looked good.
At a little before eight, Louise and `Mandy' left the house, shouting
goodbye to her parents. Both of the adult Greens were well used to a
procession of young ladies going up and down to their daughter's
bedroom, and did not notice that their daughter had actually come home
alone from the mall earlier that evening. Similarly, they failed to
notice the absence of their son, who they assumed was busy working on
some project in his room. Their mother was watching a program on
teenage delinquency whilst their father, who was half watching the same
program over the top of his newspaper, bemoaned the slip in social
standards and blamed neglectful parents for most of the social ills
that blight the nation.
Louise dropped her brother off, and he nervously made his way towards
the clock tower near the station. The wind was blowing quite briskly,
and he could feel the breeze climbing up the skirt to the exposed skin
at the top of the stockings. It also seemed to play around his penis
and make him desperate to pee (he had been too worked up to remember to
go just before he left the house). The clock said 8:13 when he arrived,
and Kyle was already there waiting for him.
The older youth smiled when he saw his date approach and came and gave
him a gentle hug and kiss. `You look wonderful, Mandy.' Kyle said.
`Er, thanks. You look very nice too.' was all that Brian could think of
to say. They elected to eat before going to the Julia Roberts movie
(which did not start until nine-fifteen). As they sat in the local
pizza house waiting for their order to come, Brian excused himself and
made for the toilets, remembering to go through the ladies' door. After
peeing, and straightening himself up, he washed and dried his hands
before checking his make up in the mirror. Louise had given him a small
purse to match the outfit, containing an assortment of items that he
might need (he was annoyed to see a condom included).
As he took a lipstick from the purse, he suddenly realized that he had
not the slightest idea of how to apply the make up anyhow and quickly
replaced it. In case either of the other two females in the room (a
pert bottomed blonde in her early thirties and a rather overweight
middle-aged woman in a tasteless floral dress) became suspicious.
Returning to the table, Brian saw that the pizza had been served, but
that Kyle had patiently waited for his date to return before commencing
with either of his two slices. At first they sat mostly in silence, a
few vague comments about the weather and the food being the only
dialogue.
`I half-expected you not to come.' said Kyle finally. `I thought you
would get cold-feet.'
`I did have second thoughts.' admitted Brian, and they both smiled.
`It's understandable,' went on Kyle, `I remember when I first took a
guy on a double date with Roger and Tiffany. I was incredibly anxious,
but they were both so cool about it.'
`Roger and Tiffany from school?' Brian's eyes were wide as he thought
of the football captain and head cheerleader being relaxed at double-
dating with a pair of homosexuals.
`Yeah,' continued Kyle, `We went to a restaurant in Mason City where
Trevor – that was my date – lived. I was more uptight about being seen
by anyone we knew than they were. Tiffany suggested that if we were
seen, then she would answer in that innocent voice she does that we had
promised to take her for a gang-bang, and that she was looking forward
to it as she liked band music.'
They laughed at this, and Brian asked, with what he realized was a
touch of jealousy in his tone, `So what happened with Trevor.'
Kyle gave a half-smile. `I guess that breaks the correct code of
conduct for a date. Trevor was a friend I met at a group for young
homosexuals just coming to terms with their sexuality. We were close
for a while in the sense that we supported each other with
understanding our desires, but we were never `an item', if that is what
you mean.'
Brian lowered his eyes, aware that he had rather meant that. `But
why me?' Kyle looked taken aback by this question.
'What do you mean?' he asked.
`Well I assume you didn't go for me just because I was the only boy
dressed as a girl at the party. Or did you' Kyle was quiet for a while.
`I suppose to a degree I did. I guess part of me wants to have the best
of both worlds – a girl on my arm to show off to the world, and a man
in my bed to share my nights. Also, I guess I saw something in you that
I identified with. I was about your age when I first started realizing
that I was different, though it took me longer to take my preferences
out in public.'
Brian quietly ate his pizza for a while. He had never had any sexual
encounters (he was after all underage), nor a girlfriend for that
matter (he would wait until after university for that sort of thing).
Kyle was the first one to show any such interest in him, but Brian knew
he was not gay. Besides, a homosexual lover at school would almost
certainly be discovered and would count against him when he applied to
universities or merchant banks (his chosen career field). Even if it
did not, then being found out as a cross-dresser was hardly a good move
for anyone at any stage in their life. Even if Brian had been
interested in going further with this relationship – and he most
certainly was not – then the repercussions would be disastrous for his
future.
The only real question was how to turn Kyle down gently enough for
there to be a similar lack of repercussions from the other football
players. He doubted Kyle knew about Mark and Randy's intimidation
tactics, the catcher seemed too decent for that, but just the thought
of the deranged visage of Randy was enough to make Brian shudder.
`Anyhow,' went on Kyle cutting through Brian's thoughts, `we are young
and dating is what is expected of us. We see how we get on, and if it
leads to something long-term that's great, if not, well, we kiss, say
goodbye and move on as friends. You have to let life take its own
course.'
Privately disagreeing with this simplistic view of life, Brian agreed
and took a mouthful of pizza. The rest of the meal went on in a lighter
vein than it had started, and Brian felt able to relax more. The fact
was that everyone seemed to accept Mandy was a real girl, and providing
the truth never came out, he should be able to minimize the problem.
Not only that, but the more he tried to keep his normal rational gaze
on events and think through what option was most beneficial, the harder
it became to stay in character. He considered this and decided that his
only concern should be making people believe he was Mandy. That way
there would be no possibility of this unhappy episode blighting Brian's
life. So relaxing was this thought, Brian was able to watch the rather
banal comedy on the screen without too much displeasure. He was able to
ignore the plot (such as it was) and think through how best to draw his
adventures as Mandy to a close tonight and forever.
Lost in his own thoughts, Brian became aware that Kyle had for a while
had his arm around his shoulders, and that he, Brian, had been nuzzling
in to the warm jacket of his escort. The awareness crept over him not
so much when Kyle started stroking his thigh, but when the older
youth's hand reached high enough to run across the fancy pattern at the
top of the stockings. Brian started for a second, but as he looked
across to Kyle, the footballer just smiled and leaned across and kissed
him on the lips, his tongue only pushing a little way in, just enough
to brush against Brian's teeth.
At first Brian started to pull away, but he forced himself to be calm.
If he were going to break up with Kyle in an amicable way, he would
have to give a little and then say it wasn't working out between them.
No point in frustrating the footballer when his friends might feel that
Mandy had never been sufficiently committed to the relationship. As
their lips parted, Brian smiled back, and pushed himself back into the
warm pillow of Kyle's shoulder. However relaxed he might have seemed,
however, his mind raced as he felt the older boy stroking the top of
the stocking, his fingers moving on to the soft, uncovered flesh
above, working around the plum strap that came down from the
suspender belt.
What if someone sees! screamed Brian's cautious mind, What if they call
the manager and the police and we get arrested and they find out I'm a
boy and…. Demurely, but firmly, Brian's hand entwined Kyle's fingers,
sliding them along his thigh, down to the knee, his hand brushing down
his skirt on the way, until it covered the stocking tops.
By the time they left the cinema it was dark, but not especially cold.
Brian wrapped his arms around Kyle and snuggled into him, though the
older youth had already removed his jacket and draped it around his
date's shoulders. It gradually dawned on Brian that they were not going
directly to the taxi rank (Kyle's car was currently stuck at a garage
with a mechanic who always seemed to be able to find another reason why
the vehicle was not yet quite fixed). Instead they had detoured into an
alleyway. Kyle turned Brian to face him, and then taking him in his
arms, began to kiss him, first on the lips, then on the neck.
Brian was at first shocked to be carrying out such an embrace in a
public place, but he stayed calm and thought the matter through
rationally. Without a car, they would have to either embrace in a
public area or go to one or other of their homes. He did not really
wish to face potentially tricky questions from Kyle's parents or even
trickier ones from his own.
Therefore the second option was out of the question and he had no
choice but to risk smooching in public, even though part of his mind
keep seeing the police arresting them for public indecency and himself
being unmasked as a boy. Kyle's jacket had fallen from Brian's
shoulders, though he barely noticed, concentrating instead on touching
Kyle's back and, occasionally to make the pretence seem more real,
Kyle's butt.
He first became aware of the jacket's departure when he felt a cool
breeze whispering across his back. A few seconds later he realized that
the reason he could feel the breeze was not just the jacket falling
away, but that Kyle had softly unzipped the back of the dress and was
gently caressing his back. For his own part, Kyle was in a bit of a
quandary. From what Louise had told him, Brian, in his guise as Mandy,
liked to be dominated and drew back from the desires he had inside,
despite his own yearning for them. Kyle knew the alleyway was out of
the way and that it was highly unlikely that they would be disturbed.
He did not want to force Mandy against her will into going too far, but
at the same time he knew that without another's direction, she would
hold back. Kyle's right hand came down and pulled at the fabric belt
around the waist of the dress. It yielded easily and he felt the dress
ease away from the body of his date, hanging more loosely now that
the zipper on the back and belt were both undone. This latest release
seemed to alarm Brian and instinctively his body jerked forward as his
hands came down to fumble for the belt. The dress was only being held
up by the material that draped across the younger teenager's shoulders,
and the generous opening at the front and now also the back allowed
these to easily slip down, the rest of the dress leading the way.
For one awful moment Brian felt as if he were removed from his body,
looking across at himself and Kyle from a few feet away. He was aware
that in attempting and failing to grab his belt he has sent the dress
tumbling down so that now he stood in Kyle's arms wearing just the deep
plum bra, panties and briefs, the seductive stockings and the two-inch
high shoes. Panic overrode all over senses. He stood there paralyzed
into inaction for a few moments. During this time he felt Kyle hold him
in closer, caressing the small of his back, his silk-clad ass, one hand
running along the back of Brian's right thigh and pulling it up against
him, the crook of the knee resting in the older youth's palm.
This embrace brought Brian back to his senses, and he felt the
footballer's strong hands holding him, stroking him. He also felt the
bulge that had developed in Kyle's trousers, a bulge that was even now
resting against his midriff. Up to this point, Brian's worse fear had
been discovery by the police. However, this fear proved to be both well
founded and unexpectedly helpful when, in the intimate embrace the
young couple suddenly found themselves in the powerful beam of a torch.
Looking past the source of the beam, Brian was able to make out two
uniformed figures. Kyle gently patted Brian's ass and told him not to
worry. Brian watched as his date walked towards the two men, only
realizing after a minute or so that he was standing there wearing just
his sister's skimpy underwear. Quickly he grabbed the dress and started
putting it on, fumbling at first to get into it. By the time Kyle came
back he had it back on and the belt retied, though he was only able to
get the zipper half way up.
`Come on.' said Kyle, and picking up his jacket he gently took Brian's
arm and led him past the two officers of the law. The two policemen
smirked, but wished them a good evening. One even told Brian to hold on
a minute and finished zipping up the back of the dress, patting the
teenager's butt as he went back to the squad car with his partner. It
was a good ten minutes before Brian finished blushing a bright crimson.
Kyle had the taxi drop them off in the next street to the one where
Brian lived, and they walked around to the back of the youth's home.
Louise had agreed to keep an eye out for her brother's return and make
sure he could get in without his parents knowing. When they saw Louise
wave to them from the back door, Kyle took Brian in close and kissed
him on the lips, his tongue pushing through to seek out its opposite
number.
`I want to see you again,' Kyle said, when the broke off the oral
embrace. Brian was evasive, citing other activities that would prevent
him having the time to set a day for their next date. Finally,
realizing that he would not get a firm answer tonight, Kyle said he
would talk to Brian about it at school tomorrow, kissed him again, and
they parted.
Louise was all abuzz. She wanted to know all the details immediately,
but recognizing the wisdom in not having her brother sitting their
dressed as a young lady, helped him remove the outfit and makeup. When
he was clad only in the panties, she pulled the silk away from his butt
and looked into it saying, `Didn't get any KY jelly on my knickers
I hope.' Her brother turned and glared at her, but said nothing.
Afterwards, as they sat eating cookies and drinking milk (or rather
Louise ate cookies as her brother did not believe in eating so close to
going to bed), Brian gave her a brief description of his evening,
carefully leaving out the events that took place in the alleyway, both
before and after the police appeared.
Louise looked a little disappointed. `You know, you should give him a
little more than just a kiss and cuddle. After all he is your first
boyfriend and you don't know when you might get another as good as
him.'
I do not want a boyfriend.' hissed Brian, not wishing to wake his
parents by shouting. `I only ended up in this mess because of you.'
`Oh come on, Brian,' retorted Louise, `It could be a lot worse.
Besides, perhaps you need a good shagging to loosen up that tight ass
of yours.' For the second time that night, Brian went crimson. It was a
few moments before he spoke again.
`Look,' he began saiding calmly and softly, `I am not gay, I'm not a
transvestite, and I'm not going to start indulging in casual sexual
encounters. As soon as I can I'm going to break it off with Kyle, put
this whole sordid affair behind me and I never want to hear it spoken
of again.' The last of these words were spoken in a cold tone dripping
with anger. Louise was rather taken back by the fierceness in her
usually dispassionate brother. However she realized that he was aware
that she was in a position to use this as a means of tormenting him for
years to come, and that did not accord with the carefully planned
future he had mapped out for himself.
Louise bit into her last cookie and watched her brother finish the last
of his milk. Without another word he left to go and brush and floss his
teeth before going to bed.