Anyway, while browsing ebay I cam across this:
Which I just fell in love with for some reason. Somehow, I just felt like writing this and in the end, I did. I tried to pick out all the spelling errors I could, and I think I did well but since its 5am who knows?
I would just like to point out I am Australian, and while it is an annoying sterotype I do use the word "mate" quite often myself but never do I say "Crikey" or "G'day".
This also means there are some words I wrote with an 'extra' u or such, but I'm fairly certain that won't prove impossible for you to overcome, yes?
I do wish there were some sissy things like what I've seen on the net in other countries here, but that's unrelated.
I did post another, much shorter story a long time ago. Since then, I have kept on writing but largely fanfiction and various orinal stories none of which tend to have much to do with this part of my identity. Still, for this I just had to write something.
I hope you enjoy it, I'd love to hear any feedback you might have, although I obviously prefer the ones which are nice and everything.
Please don't hesitate to point out any mistakes I may have made, typos and the like.
*
Josh shivered as he looked at his reflection. His slender, hairless legs beneath the skirt of his new costume. His hair, brown and long, tied into a pair of buns each covered by silk and the point where long ribbons were tied. He felt another shiver run down his spine as he admired his newly arrived Chun Li cosplay outfit. The main difference to the actual character’s dress was its colour. The colour, all too fittingly, being pink instead of the traditional blue.
He still looked like a guy, Josh knew. He looked like an overwhelmingly girly guy wearing a dress. He looked, and he saw this for certain, cute. He had the same kind of cuteness only girls normally had. Yes, any heterosexual guy would refuse to admit such a thing for fear of their sexuality being questioned but they would think it nonetheless. He was admitting it to himself after all, how cute he was, and as Josh reminded himself, he was most definitely straight. Even if his soft, already feminine facial features and wide, Bambi-like eyes gave him the look of the most simpering of sissies, he was still straight.
How a self-proclaimed straight guy ended up mesmerised by his girlish reflection was simple. Somehow, the store online store he had bought his costume from had made a mistake. Instead of the Ryu costume perfectly sized for him, he had received...this. Matching shoes and all, even a pair of panties which seemed to him at the time slightly odd. At least, that part was simple. How he ended up actually trying on the outfit, not so much.
It had started as simple curiosity. Of course, there was that word ‘simple’ again. It was so...easy to explain it away as that. He had been simply curious, no reason to look into it any further than that. It was 2am in the morning, the hour reserved for trying things you would never normally do after all. That, Josh was sure, why was he had gone so far as to remove what little body hair he had. Which if he was honest basically none. As far as his doctor had told him, it was a simple hormonal imbalance or some such thing. Josh had stopped paying attention after learning that it wasn’t serious or in anyway dangerous. He would simply have to go through life without fuzz all over his body, something he wasn’t particularly broken up about.
The costume wouldn’t have looked right either, he told himself.
He reached up, fingering the high, tight collar. Despite the lateness of the hour, Josh was at full alert, possibly due to the fact he had just slept for six hours. Exultant at being free from work just before a rush (which he had added to on his way out) Josh had been too tired to really look at the package outside his front door and had fallen asleep after collapsing onto his bed.
Biting his faintly pink lip nervously, Josh glanced out the window again. He had, for reasons he would be unable to explain if pressed, gone to the effort of looking in his little sister’s room for some of her lip gloss. His little sister, although ‘little’ was relative considering she was only half a dozen years behind his twenty fours years of age, was as soundly asleep as a person could be without being dead, had not even stirred but the feeling of creeping into her room, dressed in such a way had been...thrilling was the only word for it. ‘Borrowing’ a single tube of lip gloss, he had discovered his luck had brought him to take a shade of pink that seemed to perfectly match his dress. It wasn’t like Sarah would miss it either, keeping it mainly because it had been part of a gift from a friend for her birthday, and thus left in the corner untouched since.
‘Costume’ he repeated in his head. Somehow, it felt easier if he just thought of it as a costume instead of a dress. Anyone could wear a costume, but only girls and gays wore dresses. Years of helping his sister with any number of hairstyle, and a quick peek on the internet, had shown him how to put his hair into the proper do for the costume.
Another surreptitious look at the window, as though someone were watching him, and again the idea spun about in his mind.
If it had been....thrilling to sneak around someone who once slept through the house next door burning to the ground and the resultant noise of the police and fire brigade, what would it be like outside? With the world around him, full of places where a watcher might lurk unseen...what would he feel like then?
And what if someone caught him?
Josh decided, after a minute of contemplation, he would never risk it. It just was not worth the feeling.
*
In what was an unconsciously performed mincing, Josh walked down the street. His nerves aflame, Josh felt like his heart was trying to jump out of his chest at every little sound. His delicate hands fiddled with the hem of his revealing skirt as he minced through the suburban streets, the distant sounds of cars occasionally reaching him and prompting Josh to pause and listen intently, trying to determine if the sound was coming towards him.
Was that a flicker of movement at the other end of the street? Josh froze, staring in a helplessly ‘deer in headlights’ way towards what he was sure someone, drawn outside for whatever reason at this ungodly hour, about to see him.
After a few seconds, cat scrolled out of the shadows and across the street, black fur now easily spotted in the pool of light around the street light. The cat paused, glancing towards Josh with what was, for a cat, a look of disinterest.
Letting out his pent up breath, Josh decided that maybe a good half-hour was long enough and turned for home. As he did so, something caught his eye and he stopped again. Or rather, someone.
Eyes lidded from sleep and fogged over with tiredness, long, shaggy black hair hanging down on all sides, a guy who must have been around Josh’s age was leaning out of a window. He stared listlessly into Josh’s frightened Bambi-eyes, not reacting at all to the sight before him.
With a slow, tired movement, he lifted his right hand and flashed Josh a V-sign. “Yo.”
The spell of paralyse was broken, and Josh shot off with incredible speed that would have surprised him if he had not been overwhelmed with the urge to flee and bowel clenching terror.
Staring after the stranger, the guy in the window rubbed his hand beneath his nose and sniffed.
“I just said yo.”
*
It took all of Josh’s focus not to slam the front door shut and risk waking someone as he bolted into the house. After the first few streets, Josh had let the hysterical energy behind his run leave his body, although the sudden adrenaline rush kept him moving at a hurried pace home.
Returning to his room, Josh stared at himself in the mirror again for a good few minutes, trying to make sense of the feelings inside him. He had certainly...it had been fun. All of it, even as he had been jumping at the sounds of the wind in a tree or a cat out prowling. Even being seen. It had been frightening and it still was, a worm of fear that whoever it had been so had seen him might one day recognise him on the street. Josh knew, really, it wasn’t like the guy would just start yelling “I saw this guy dressed like Chun Li!” in the middle of the street. A weird look, probably. In fact, Josh reasoned, the guy had probably written it off as someone doing a bet or something inane like that.
Adrenaline draining from him, Josh collapsed atop his bed, still wondering about all these strange feelings. Even as his mind drifted to sleep, he did make one final observation.
‘God, how long have I been hard?’
It was almost a pity, or it would have been to Josh had he realised it, that he had forgotten to change out of his dress or close the door to his bedroom.
*
“Wow.”
Her first of the day’s many lollipops hanging from her mouth, Sarah stared through her brother open door. She had passed it in her morning-malaise, simply glancing in before continuing towards the kitchen.
About twenty seconds later her brain had processed what it had seen and Sarah quickly reversed. Now, here she stood, staring at her older brother and caregiver, wearing...
Well, a dress. A chinese dress, probably. She stared at the cloth-covered orbs on the back of Josh’s head with wide eyes, still confused about what was going on. Either she was going crazy, or her brother was dressed as Chun Li-
“Wow.”
Her second, less dull than the first ‘wow’ was elicited when her brother turned in his sleep, face now visible to his sister. This, in turn, showed Sarah how oddly pink his lips were.
Knowing how ridiculously light a sleeper her brother was, something she suspected was left over from when she had first moved in with him and Josh had been extremely paranoid about her safety, Sarah crept back to her room.
First, she retrieved her camera, a digital camera Josh had given her last Christmas. The irony of how she was going to lose it was not lost of the brunette girl. Leaning down to look at the relatively untouched array of lip glosses, she brushed away her shoulder length brown hair as it got in the way of her search. A grim smile came to her face when Sarah found the case lacking a single tube, one of the many shades of pink it possessed.
Setting her camera to its quietest settings and turning the flash off, Sarah returned to her brother’s room. Slowly, carefully, she began to take pictures. From as many angles as she could, walking around his bed to get every side of him.
Finally, after ten minutes of relentless photography, Sarah knew she had to leave. It was nearly time for his alarm to go off and Josh to bolt to his feet in a panic. She closed his door on the way out, leaving it just a sliver open.
Five minutes later, the sound of loud music blared into life followed shortly by a series of thuds and curses before the music was stopped with a final thump!
Taking a bit of her toast, Sarah wondered as she did every morning why he did this. After all, it wasn’t like he had work today and as far as she knew he had no plans either so why always this odd panic every morning? Then again, Sarah conceded to herself, she hadn’t known he was a crossdresser until now either so maybe he did have some secrets.
Although it was a pity he hadn’t come stumbling out of his room in a mess of bed-sheets as he sometimes did. Sarah almost wished she could have seen his expression if he had, realising what he was wearing.
*
“Oh go~oooo~d.” Josh stared at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror, that of an effeminately dressed version of himself reaching for the door in a mess of bed-sheets. He wished he didn’t have to see his own expression of realisation.
Taking a few calming breathes, Josh remembered his...interesting night. A wave of fear at his sighting by a stranger ran down his spine, mind now thoroughly clear of adrenaline or arousal and able to work properly.
‘Not that I was hard.’ Josh thought stubbornly as he undressed, pulling on an old pair of faded red boxers and a battered green t-shirt. Red in the face, Josh remembered his hair just moments before he nearly stepped out and quickly retreated to let it out of its ‘ox horn’ style. Placing everything, from boots to panties (he tried his best to ignore the incriminating stain on the front) to the hair cloths, Josh slid the box under his bed before leaving the room.
“Mornin’.” Sarah called from the breakfast table. Fortunately for him, her position let her see down the hall but not into his room. Josh let out a sigh of relief before replying in kind, glad to be safe. She must have just walked past and not looked back, he reasoned. She had her camera next to her, but he dismissed it without really bothering to give it any thought.
“Hey. How was yesterday?” he asked as he began to search through the cupboards for something to easy to make.
Sarah shrugged before realising he couldn’t see it. “Alright, I suppose. Handed in that essay on time and all, so don’t get your...” she smirked, unseen by Josh as he let out a mumbled cry of victory from the depths of the cupboard. “...panties in a bunch.”
A thud and a “Ah!” later, Josh rubbed his head where he had hit the inside of the cupboard when he had jumped. Pulling out, he sent his sister a brief look of suspicion before shrugging it off as a simple turn of phrase. “...good to hear.” Was all he said.
Sarah bit back a grin at her brother’s reaction, delighted by his response. ‘Oh, this will be great.’ She thought cheerful, taking another bite of her breakfast. Watching him pour one of the foul tasting generic store brand cereals he enjoyed, Sarah decided she was ready to move on a bit.
“You were snoozing away happily when I saw you.” Technically true, only she knew he would assume she meant the night before. “Had a....fun night I take it?”
Again, there was a blink-and-you-miss-it flash of suspicion in his eyes before Josh snorted. “Fun? I was working, so not so much. Why do you think I was dead to the world last night?”
They lapsed into companionable silence, one to enjoy time without feeling like his sister was up to something – the thought ‘oh god she knows, oh god no’ did occur but was pushed away since surely she would have said something by now – and the other to plot.
Getting up to put away her crumb laden plate, Sarah sent a sly look at the back of Josh’s head. The image of his hair in tight silk bound bundles flashed in her eyes.
“Who’s your favourite Street Fighter character?”
“Blagh!” jerking out of reflex from the question, Josh’s waist hit the kitchen table. Grumbling insults at people who take other people by surprise – observation being one of Josh’s low points before 11AM – he asked “What was that? I was too busy losing several years off my life.”
Sarah just smiled in the face of her brother’s annoyed words. “Who” she repeated “is your favourite character in Street Fighter?”
It was adorable, even she could see that, the deer in headlights expression on Josh’s face. “Uh....” was his intellectual reply.
“Come on, we used to play those games all the time, remember?” Throwing herself down into the chair opposite, Sarah gave her brother a big, friendly grin. It worried him.
‘She can’t know....right?’ taking a deep breath, Josh calmed himself as best he could. She did know he had got a costume for the party in several weeks and that it was a video game character theme. That was all. “Ryu, why do you ask?” he finally responded in the closest approximation to his normal voice.
Sarah let an expression of confusion wave over her face. “Really?” she asked with false-innocence. “I thought it might be Chun Li. After all-” she leaned in and faux-whispered, like someone sharing a secret “you just looked so cute in that dress.”
Everything froze for Josh, spoon halfway to his mouth. His eyes drilled into Sarah's giddy, smug and, above all else, knowing expression. What came out of his mouth when he attempted to speak was, rather more accurately, a whimper.
Getting to her feet, Sarah clapped excitedly. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun! I always wondered what it would be like to have a sister!”
Josh was fairly certain he was going to faint if this kept up.
*
Letting out an expansive yawn, Marcus rubbed one of his eyes wearily. His elbows resting on the counter, propping up his head, the long-haired young man gazed throughout the small convenience store. It was waaaay too much effort to get up at this time regularly, he decided. It was just a pity he was already adjusted to a new time zone.
Slowly, Marcus let his arms give way until his face was resting against the counter. His long, messy black hair was tied into a pony tail and he was dressed in an overly casual orange t-shirt and cargo pants an unsettling shade of green. He had once been told they made people want to vomit, but a man’s trousers are his kingdom, as Marcus liked to say. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but if you said it firmly enough and in a loud, clear voice people tended to give in.
The glass door slid open and the sound of two pairs of feet reached his ears – along with the sound of arguing.
“-old you, no!” a voice, male but still a tad high, was saying.
“Come oooon!” the second voice was slightly more familiar to Marcus, the girl who lived down the street and seemed to buy vast quantities of lollipops. “It’ll be fun, and its a nice name!” Sarah, that was her name. She talked a lot, and seemed to love hearing his accent.
The pair continued to bicker, but Marcus paid it no mind.
“It was- listen, just forget about it ok? Seriously, I don’t need to deal with this.”
The girl let out a loud whine at the other’s words, seemingly realising their finality.
The footsteps stopped in front of the counter, and all was silent for a moment as Marcus questioned whether he could be bothered look up.
“Oi, wake up. It’s rude to fall asleep on the job, isn’t it?” the male voice questioned sourly. If Marcus was any judge, he was being glared at.
“It’s just Marcus, he’s always like this in the morning.” Sarah tried to soothe her brother’s frustration, aware she was in part to blame for it. Something occurred to her after a moment. “Oh, you’ve never been here in the morning when Marcus works have you?”
Josh snorted. “Well, normally I get milk on the way home the night before.” Marcus felt the glare being redirected, presumably at the girl. “Then again, normally someone doesn’t try to run around the table like a madman with the milk open and oh so spill-able.”
Sarah let out a huff, and Marcus guessed she was glaring back. He grinned into the counter, enjoying this little spate now.
“Well, I wouldn’t have had to run if someone hadn’t been so desperate to get my camera.” There was a teasing note to her voice near the end, and Josh seemed to make spluttering sounds as he tried to marshal a response.
“...whatever. Just wake him up.”
“He’s been here since 3am, cut Marc some slack. You try having to work that early nearly every day!”
Without looking up, Marcus jerked a hand up and gave the general area the male voice was coming from a thumps-up. “No prob, all awake here. Just resting my head.”
“....right.” His voice trailed off, likely slightly off-put by the store-worker's attitude.
The girl let out a giggle. “You hear that? He’s Australian.” She giggled again and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her brother, delighted as ever with the shop-keep’s accent.
Josh, it seemed, was less impressed. “Well, in that case I suppose we’ll have to get some shrimp on the barbie before he wakes up.”
“Now, that was uncalled for mate.” Marcus finally looked up, staring into oddly familiar brown eyes. He frowned, and noted that for some reason the other guy had gone pale. “Have we met?”
Josh took a step back, looking at everything except Marcus. Said Australian cocked an eyebrow at the faint redness coming to the customer’s face. Sarah simply stared blankly between the too.
Gulping, Josh took another step back. “Ah, well, ah...no, don’t think so heyIjustrememberedIneedtogotothetoiletheregetthestuffSarah.” Letting out a near babble Josh practically threw his wallet at his little sister before dashing off.
The pair left in his dust just stared after him, not sure what exactly he had said. They turned too look at each other, mirrored confusion on each face.
“...was it just me, or were his lips pink?”
*
‘Oh **** oh **** oh **** oh **** oh **** oh ****.’ The litany ran trough Josh’s head as he sprinted back to his house, panting in terror. ‘That was him! The cute guy from the windo- did I just think of him as cute?’ Josh came to a sudden stop, brain working over time. ‘I..., no, I couldn’t have. I mean, no, not possible. I’m not gay. I mean, yes I can see how girls or a gay guy might like those clear blue eyes and his firm features....but, uh, yeah....’
Finally home, Josh slip onto the couch in the living room, trying to puzzle out his thoughts. ‘oh fuck, I did think of him as cute. Hell, I just described him as handsome a moment ago...fuck, when did I turn gay?’ Out loud, he said “Ok, deep breath, relax....deep....ah, that’s the ticket...”
Sitting back, he did some sorting inside his head again. ‘Ok, no point lying to myself, I did think that. Right...fuck.’ groaning in annoyance he gripped his head in frustration. This was too confusing. He had always found girls arousing, not to mention just plain hot, he really didn’t need to discover he was bisexual now. ‘Great, now I can fail with dates of both genders.’ He thought, a tad hysterically.
An idea came to him...a crazy idea. He had no clue why he was thinking of doing it now. Even as he practically ran to his room, Josh still wasn’t sure why he was doing it. A minute later, he went through the business of getting his hair in order, the answer remained hidden. Eventually, staring at his costumed reflection, Josh did realise something. Two things, actually, one more apparent then the other.
The first was that he was hard. Aroused, in other words. Not that it made much difference. Josh flushed, feeling his small privates brushing against the soft panties. It was a matter of personal paranoia to Josh, that at his most erect he reached about two and a half centimetres. And it was thin, very thin. He was also frankly shocked his voice had dropped at all, considering how...small his balls were.
The second, which nearly prompted a few tears to leak out of all things, was that his lips were still glossed.
‘I went outside....with pink lip gloss on....’
So absorbed in his own little world was he that Josh nearly didn’t notice the sounds of two people chattering away nearby. One of which was annoyingly the familiar, the other of which was...accented? They were in the kitchen. ‘How zoned out was I?’
“Oh fuck.” Josh cried, realising a moment too late he had said it out loud. The voices fell silent, and then his sister said something.
Had Josh been closer or Sarah louder he would have known she said “Can you grab Josh? He’s in his room, that door just there.”
It might not have changed how things went, but maybe Josh would have felt better with some more warning.
Or maybe not.
Knocking once Marcus pushed the door open, speaking as he strolled lazily. “Sorry to intrude, but your sister invited me over for breakfast since my shift was ov....oh.” Marcus stared at Josh, who stared back.
There was, Josh discovered, a place on the other side of terror. It was a strangely happy place, where one no longer felt paralysed by fear. In fact, he felt...free. The worst had happen, what could make it even more horrible?
“’Oh’? Is that all?” Josh demanded, although the effect was ruined by the strange quiver in his voice. “Y-you just walked into my room with barely a nock and see a g-guy in a dress and all you can say is ‘Oh’?”
Marcus blinked owlishly, and Josh had to resist the urge to comment on it. And by that, the urge to compliment it. It was, Josh was discovering, painfully obvious that he felt attracted to this man. The damn fool couldn’t even look like an idiot without making Josh swoon.
“Uh...” Marcus rubbed his chin. “...I like your dress?” he managed after a moment of consideration then realised it was true. He did like the dress.
Flushing, Josh searched for something to say himself “.....thanks?” he mumbled awkwardly, rather new to the experience of being told he had a nice dress.
“Not a prob.” Marcus shrugged. “I thought it last night before you ran off too.”
“...you remember?”
Scratching his chin, Marcus tried to think of something beyond the cute guy in front of him. He felt it would be bad for his country of birth’s reputation, for some reason, to admit he was the sort who found both men and women, and any variation thereof, attractive but it was becoming harder. Both for him to focus on the subject at hand and he himself. The blush and shy expression were really not helping.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, was gettin’ up for work when I opened the window. Was a bit too tired to appreciate the cute thing in front of me at the time, sorry.” Marcus spread his arms in a gesture of ‘What can you do?’
Josh went red at the strange apology. “U-uh, it’s...it’s alright...” he hesitated a moment. “You thought I was cute?”
The Australian looked away for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I do...”
‘’Do’, not ‘did’’. Joshed realised and his cheeks managed to regain some of the redness that had been fading.
They stared at each other, not sure what to do now. Marcus valiantly, but futilely, tried to resist the need to keep eyeing over the cute crossdresser in front of him and Josh tried to work out his feelings right now, which where to say very mixed.
“Hey, you two!”
Both jumped at Sarah’s voice, looking towards the door. It was empty, but Sarah voice reached them loudly from the kitchen.
“You want to eat or what?”
Reacting by habit to come when his sister calls, Josh took a step forward, only to find that stepping on a lazily placed stress-ball was not exactly a tactical move of genius. He let out a squeal of shock as he tripped, falling for the ground in front of him.
“Woah!” Marcus leapt forward, catching him. “Jess! You ok?” he asked, pulling him up, and unintentionally against his chest.
His use of the wrong name went over Josh’s head as he stared at the sight so close him, blood pounding in his ears. ‘They’re...so close.’
Marcus peered down at her flushed face with worry. “You didn’t sprain anything-mfphm?” he began to ask, only to find a pair of lips sealed against his own.
They held still for a few seconds, lips pressed together. Finally, after what seemed to both a few hundred years, they separated for breath.
“Er.” Was all Marcus could manage for the moment.
“I...” Josh bit his lip nervously, tasting the lip gloss and sending a pulse through Marcus’ body at the oh-so-innocent look. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to know if it it-!“
He was cut off in much the way he had done to Marcus. Again, far too soon for either, they had to pull free.
“I didn’t mind.” Marcus told him, finally able to get his mind back on track. Being kissed certainly helped him work out how to proceed. “Y’know, I liked it. I hope you did too.”
Josh nodded minutely, acutely aware of how close he was being held to the man he had just kissed twice. Finally, something popped out of his mouth. “Why did you call me Jess?”
“Eh?” Marcus looked around shiftily. “Isn’t that...Sarah said it was your name.” His brows furrowed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he began to apologise.
Since it worked so well the first time, Josh decided it wouldn’t hurt to try again. After a few moments they parted and he said shyly, cheeks red, “You can...you can call me Jess. I mean, if you want. I kinda like the sound of it.”
A smile slid its way across Marcus’ face. Cupping Jess’ chin in one hand, he leaned down again. “Yeah, I think I will.”
Neither noticed, as they kissed for the fourth time, the girl who was now peeking around the door frame, camera busy at work.
‘Maybe now he’ll relax a bit.’ Sarah thought with a muffled giggle.
