Caught between a rock and a high heel 04

Shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, Kieron listened to Becca’s phone endlessly ring. Not only was nobody answering, but the high pitch tones felt as though they were boring a hole in his head as the silences in between increased his anxiety levels.

“There’s no answer,” Becca announced as she cancelled the call. “But don’t worry! I’ll keep trying her,” She added, seeing Kieron staring at her nervously. “She’s always like this. I love my sister, but she can be so infuriating sometimes. She lives in her own little world.”

Two hours later, having just sat through back-to-back episodes of a show about people selling houses to celebrities, there was still no answer! Looking outside and noticing that it was already going dark, Kieron worried about where he was going to sleep that night. Turning his head, which felt itchy under his wig, he looked over at Becca.

“Are you hungry?” She asked with a smile. Kieron nodded. His stomach was completely empty and had been grumbling for the last hour.

“Ok, Let’s go get some food,” Becca said as she picked up the remote and clicked off the TV. “There’s a place I love just up the road. Their jerk chicken is to die for.”

“Outside?” asked Kieron as he shook in his seat. “Can’t we just stay in and eat?”

Becca scoffed. “Sorry, there’s no food here. I’ve been eating out lately to teach Kiera a lesson. She never pays her way, you see. She just uses all my stuff. It’s been … ha… never mind. The point is, if you want to eat, we need to go out.”

Looking down at his disturbingly feminine-looking legs, Kieron opened and closed his mouth a few times while trying to find the right words to explain how he felt. The last thing he wanted to do was go outside dressed as he was. But he also knew that eventually, he’d have to when he left. “It looks cold out there,” he said while hunching his shoulders. “Perhaps I could stay here while you fetch the food?”

Becca chuckled. “Well, I’m a trusting person, but sorry, we’ve just met. And I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone. But, hey, I'll lend you a coat. Come on, let’s go eat.”

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The timing of the balding man's call from behind the counter couldn’t have come at a worse time for a frightened, crossdressed man trying not to draw attention to himself. Their food was ready, but Becca had just answered a video call from her sister, who had finally decided to call back. So with a wave of a hand, Kieron had been thrust into action.

Wearing a faux fur coat and hat lent to him by Becca to stay warm, Kieron nervously waited in line. While he stood there trembling, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. Reminding himself that he was a man! And that he shouldn’t be wearing tights or a wig. And that he definitely shouldn’t have allowed Becca to coat his lips and lashes with lip gloss and mascara! Yes, he was the one who complained that he would stand out while wearing her sister's clothes, but at least without the additions, he could have still acted like himself. Dressed as he was now, he didn’t know how he was supposed to act!

Catching the eye of a large smiling man standing next to him, Kieron gritted his teeth and quickly turned to check whether Becca was still sitting over by the window.

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The worried young man had to wait a few moments longer to allow the customer in front to finish ordering. The short wait, which seemed much longer, was excruciating for Kieron, who felt as though every eye in the room was staring at him. Finally getting to the counter, he picked up the food and squeaked a thank you before scurrying back over to the relative safety of the table.

“You’re so selfish!” Becca said, sounding irritated as Kieron sat down opposite. “When are you going to grow up?”

“What! And become boring like you?” A voice replied through the speaker of the phone. “I’ve just finished studying. Can’t you just chill and let me have a little fun?”

“You graduated over a year ago! You can’t live off Dad’s handouts forever,” Becca lectured while choosing to ignore the hurtful comment. “I had to pull a lot of strings with my boss to get you this interview. Do you realise that? Do you even care? If you don’t show up, I’ll be the one that looks bad. And you know that I’m in the middle of being evaluated for that promotion. This could mess everything up for me!"

“Look, Becs, I'm sorry, but I never asked you to do this for me,” said Kiera, making Becca grunt. “I don't want to work in social media like you. I just want to travel and have fun while I still can. And After talking to Other Kiera last night and hearing about all his adventures. I feel as though I need to go out and discover the world,” she added as Becca angrily looked over at Kieron.

He said something that really struck a chord with me,” Kiera continued. “Live every moment as if it was your last. Because who knows, tomorrow you could be dead! So, that’s what I’m going to do. Sarah has a friend working the ski season in the French alps. She’s called her uncle, and he can sort us out work permits. We’ve already booked the flights.”

“Well, that’s just great, sis. Good to know that you’ve got my back,” Becca angrily replied while still glaring at Kieron.

“Hey wait!” Kiera suddenly announced. “Is Other Kiera there? Put him on?” Not wanting to talk to her immature little sister any longer, Becca huffed before thrusting the phone across the table and into Kieron’s hands.

“Hey there,” Kiera sang out upon seeing Kieron’s face. “I like that look. My hat looks good on you.” Not knowing what to say, Kieron just sighed. “So, I think I found your things,” Kiera announced while holding up a phone.

“Oh, thank God?” Kieron happily announced. “Yeah, that’s me phone.”

“Ok, great, but the people here want you to prove it before they let me have it,” said Becca while shrugging her shoulders. “What’s your code to open it?”

Kieron gave her the code and watched with delight as the phone opened, proving it to be his. Soon, he'd have a change of clothes, and perhaps more importantly, access to his bank account. Satisfied, Kiera then asked Kieron to move around the table to sit alongside Becca.

“Ok, so I have an idea,” Kiera announced as soon as Becca’s face came into shot. “Becca, you need someone to go to the interview to save face. Kieron, you need somewhere to stay for a few days. It’s perfect.”

“What’s perfect?” An irritated Becca shot back.

Kiera rolled her eyes and tutted. “Do I really need to spell it out? Ok, fine. Other Kiera is going to sub in for me at the interview," she announced before excitedly clapping her hands.

“What!” Both Kieron and Becca announced at the same time. “I’m not doing that!” Kieron spluttered. “Kiera, have you lost your mind?” Becca added.

Kiera chuckled. “No, hear me out. He doesn’t need to actually get the job, right? He can just show up and act polite. Then, You can thank your boss for setting things up, and I can go live my life without the guilt trip.”

“And what makes you think I’d agree to something crazy like that?” A stunned Kieron asked.

“Well, you told me last night that you were homeless, right? Now, you get a few days to sort your life out. You can even use my stuff. Whatever you want. I packed a bag this morning with everything I'd need. So, whatever's left, feel free to use."

“You had all this planned when you left this morning,” Becca cried. “And you didn’t tell me? What the hell, Keira!”

"Sorry, sis, but if I told you, I knew you'd try and talk me out of it," Kiera said with a smile.

“I won’t do it,” Kieron firmly said, interrupting. “There’s no way.”

“I didn’t want to do things like this, but if you’re not going to be reasonable, I guess I’ve got no choice,” Kiera said as her tone changed to sound a little harsher. “Look, Other Kiera, you need to do this, ok? It’s just an hour, and if you don’t, well… I have your phone and a shit load of pictures of you in the club last night. I’m guessing you're still logged into all your social media. What would everyone you know think if a few pictures of your antics from last night got posted?"

“What! No, don't!” Kieron stammered. "You can't!"

“Hey, I don’t want to. Don’t make me,” Kiera shot back. “Look, you spent all last night dressed as a woman and fooled almost everyone. Well, until you spoke. But, with a few days of practice, you’ll be great. Becca will help you.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” said Becca, shaking her head as she re-joined the conversation.

“Oh, come on, Becs,” Kiera said smiling. “You need him to at least be presentable at the interview, and you know you’ll have fun. Remember Steve?”

“That was a long time ago… and… I…,” Becca said, looking flustered before grabbing the bag of food with her free hand and standing up. “Get up!" She said while looking down at a terrified-looking Kieron. "We’re going!” She then marched towards the door, leaving Kieron shaking in his seat.

Seeing Becca exit and half the room looking in his direction, Kieron quickly jumped to his feet and shuffled towards the door. He opened it and felt a draft of cold air swirl around his nylon-clad knees. Shivering, he pulled his coat tighter around his body before stepping out onto the street, feeling the strange sensation of walking on soft cushions.

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Seeing Becca marching off into the distance, Kieron quickened his pace, amplifying all the peculiar sensations surrounding his body. His tight shorts hugged his backside and painfully squashed his penis. His tights pulled and swished loudly each time one leg brushed against the other. As his faux hair continuously fell in front of his face and stuck to his sticky glossed lips.

Too far behind an animated-looking Becca to hear the sister's conversation, he wondered what they were saying. In a day that had gone from bad to worse. What had Kiera been thinking for even suggesting he could pull off impersonating her at an interview? The notion was pure insanity! The stuff of fantasy! Surely, Becca would talk some sense into her!