Lockdown! 29

9.45 PM

Kamsi was having a great time as the music pounded in his ears and the flashing lights danced around him. Feeling tipsy from the earlier drinks, he now found himself on the dance floor of Fabrication. Ironically, the very same club Veronica had brought him, all those months ago, to get an ID card. A card that had trapped him in the life of skirts he now led.

Looking over at Lizzy as she suddenly threw her hands in the air, Kamsi smiled. The DJ had just started playing Beyonce’s classic, all the single ladies, and as the opening lyrics belted out, the dance floor erupted. Trying to copy Lizzy’s body and hand movements, Kamsi gyrated to the music and shuffled his feet. He wasn’t going to win any awards for most elegant person on the dancefloor that evening, but then again, very few people around him were bopping about wearing towering platform boots.

“Woohoo,” Lizzy shrieked as she took hold of Kamsi’s slim waist and started to rub her sexy body up against his.

At that moment, time lost all meaning. He didn’t care anymore that he was in a nightclub, half-naked in a slutty little outfit. He didn’t care about his numb toes and cramping calf muscles. He was just happy to be present in the moment, dancing with his friend as the worries of his life melted away.

Halfway through the song, Lizzy suddenly stepped away and started to dance by herself. Watching as she threw her arms around, refusing to make eye contact, Kamsi felt a little confused. That is until he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“Ciao bella regazza,” Lorenzo purred into the startled crossdressers' ear before thrusting his crotch into the feminised man’s hotpanted backside.

Looking over at Lizzy for help, she flashed him a smile and continued shaking her body to the beat. Frozen, he could now feel Lorenzo’s erection grinding against his butt hole, slightly parting his cheeks as his mind raced. Did he want this? If he didn’t, why were his nipples suddenly standing to attention?”

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10.10 PM

Re-entering the living room, Kim stepped over her brother’s discarded high-heeled shoes and headed towards the sofa. Just as he was, when she left to take her shower, she found Tim fast asleep in his pyjamas. Taking up her usual spot next to sleeping beauty, she cleared her throat and gave him a nudge.

“Eeh… What’s going on,” announced a groggy Tim, slowly opening his eyes.

Kim chuckled. “The bathrooms free. You should go and take your off makeup. It’ll wake you up a bit. Then we can watch an episode of that new Korean drama before bed.”

“Ok, give me a minute,” Tim replied, disorientated but mighty relieved to find himself in the living room of Kim's apartment. He'd been having a nightmare? In it, he was back in Victoria’s salon, strapped down and helpless as she proceeded to wrench out his teeth, one by one.

“Are you ok”? Kim asked, seeing his startled face.

Turning to face her,” Tim nodded and snuggled his head into his little sister’s shoulder. “Thank you for letting me live here. I really, really, appreciate it, you know?”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me. We’re family, and you know the extra money towards the rent helps me out too,” Kim replied, stroking Tim’s shiny, smooth hair. “You know I wish you hadn’t cut your hair so short. It looked really pretty before.”

Surprised by the random change to the conversation, Tim looked up. “Perhaps it is a little short,” he admitted, “It just reminded me of Veronica and that apartment. When I saw the scissors in your bathroom that day, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Well, if it’s anything like mine, it'll grow out quick. And at least it doesn’t look so bad now after taking you to see a professional.”

“I guess,” Tim sighed.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Kim asked concerned, hearing the sadness in her brother’s voice. “Talk to me.”

“I guess… I mean… I was just kinda hoping that I might not have to do this that much longer.” Tim replied in a gloomy voice.

“You mean, be Kylie?” Kim asked while continuing to stroke his hair.

“Well, yeah but if I went back to being Tim, would you still let me live here?” he asked, biting his fat bottom lip.

Sitting him up a little straighter, Kim stared down into Tim’s made-up eyes and shook her head. “Of course, you could still live here, silly! If you want to stop dressing like this and start living like a man again, that’s completely up to you. Kylie or Tim, I’m not going to kick you out.

“Thank you, Kim,” Tim muttered as a tear rolled down his cheek. “But what about the business. Will it still work?”

“Yeah, I guess we’d have to rethink our dream, huh,” Kim answered with a half-smile. “I mean, I could still carry on alone, but without your staff discount, buying that first property looks a long way away, especially if you lose quit your job.”

“Ok, how about this. What if I toughed it out for a little longer? How long do you think it would take if we worked extra hard?” Tim announced, scratching his head. "Less than a year, right?”

“I guess. But it’s hard to promise anything,” Kim answered looking surprised. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Looking sheepish, Tim blushed. "I guess so. I mean, if it means we get to have a better future, I reckon I can handle one more year of skirts. It's not like I have any men's clothes anyway.”

“Really? you’d do that for me,” Kim cried, leaning down to embrace her brother.

“I’d do It for us! And I'll fly by, right?” Tim answered, sounding a little unsure of himself.

“Right, Kim agreed. “like a flash. “So should I play the drama now? Or are you going to wash your face first?”

“Play it, Tim replied, leaning back. “I’ll go in ten minutes; I just want to rest my legs a little while longer.”

2 minutes later

Hearing what sounded like a snoring baby hippo to her left, Kim giggled, knowing Tim was out for the count again. For a moment, she considered waking him, but then she remembered the long tiring day he's had. The poor thing deserved a little rest before having to get up bright and early in the morning, where he'd do it all over again.

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