lockdown! 24

Tugging at the hem of his extremely short dress, Kamsi sat on his bed deep in thought. His mind had been so mixed up recently, It was almost like he had two personalities rattling around inside his head, the old him who still identified as a man and someone else called Karmen, who was emerging more and more frequently, recently.

Holding up his hands, the scantily clad man stared down at his new manicure. Part of him wanted to hate the scary-looking black claws that he was still struggling to adapt to, but then again, no one had forced him into getting them. Ok, it might have been Lizzy’s idea to go to the nail salon, and it was her who suggested they get matching nails, but he could have just said no, right?

Hearing an exasperated groan coming through the thin wall to his left, Kamsi smirked. Imagining just how frustrated Paul must be feeling as he got dressed in the adjacent bathroom was such a strange thought.

Recently, thinking back to how different things used to be had become a common habit. But In his wildest dreams, he could never have predicted that he’d be sat on his pantied backside, waiting to go out and dance the night away on his new high-heeled boots.

As he ran the palm of his hand along the smooth surface of his polka dot tights, a slight smile crossed the feminized man’s glossed-up lips as he imagined it belonging to Lorenzo. But the feeling of pleasure didn't last long, quickly replaced by guilt, causing him to remove his hand.

His dual personalities were clashing once again, and it was troubling him. More worrying than anything, though, his mind had been fantasizing about the flirty Italian barman more and more of late, and it was tearing him apart. Everything about the way he'd been raised, told him that it was wrong, but then again, part of him couldn't help but find the erotic thoughts exciting.

Sensing that his nipples were now erect only frustrated him further. More sensitive than his penis these days, the ever-growing mounds straining against his B cup brassiere were no longer a shocking sight when looking in the mirror. These days, he usually just checked the condition of his makeup before playing with and adjusting his hair, still an odd sensation after having his natural hair chemically straightened and ditching the wigs.

Clip, clop, clip, clop. Still deep in a trance, Kamsi failed to notice as Paul tottered across the room, uneasily on his high-heeled sandals while holding up the long skirt of his evening gown. “This dress is ridiculous,” he whined loudly. “I can’t get on the bus looking like this!”

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Suprised to suddenly find a tall pink figure in front of him, Kamsi eyes bulged wide open. Tracing his way up the silky gown wrapped around the perfect hourglass silhouette, he forgot for a moment who its owner was. That is until his gaze fell upon the embarrassed-looking head attached to the beautiful body.

The overly made-up face just screamed girl. The thinly arched eyebrows, sitting above bright blue eyes framed by long dark lashes, had no place on a man's face. Any man who laid eyes on the glossy pink lips, slightly parted and sparking in the evening light, was going to be conjuring up quite a few naughty thoughts that evening. And the platinum blonde curls, styled in a rather fancy but at the same time tacky-looking high ponytail was as feminine as it got.

“Did your tan get darker?” Kamsi asked, tilting his head to one side before squinting his eyes.

“My tan! that’s what you noticed,” Paul replied exasperated, waving his long pink nails around wildly. “Yes, my skin is now the colour of a mahogany table! But I'm a little more concerned about the rest of this get up at the moment," he added, placing his hands on his head.

You’re going to an art gallery, right? Won’t everyone be dressed up?” Kamsi asked, shaking his head at the dramatic man in front of him. “You’ve worn similar outfits out in public before. What's the difference?”

“That’s not the point,” Paul shot back, stamping his elevated foot loudly. “I’m just sick of having to play dress up, like some life-sized Barbie doll. First, it was Veronica, and now it’s Gwen. But I guess you wouldn’t understand. You’re so into all this girl crap these days, you’re like a different person. Have you turned gay or something?”

Hitting a nerve, Kamsi sprang to his feet. “No, of course not! I’m still me! I’m just dressed differently," he roared. "What? Because I don't look miserable all the time, I've turned gay? I'm just trying to get through this as best I can. It’s better than feeling sorry for myself all the time, like someone I know.”

With his friend up in his face, looking as though he was ready for a fight, Paul took a step back and let out a heavy sigh. “Look, I’m sorry, alright. I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t… aah.” Stopping mid-sentence, Kamsi could see the worrisome look in his friends sad, downcast eyes. “Something happened, didn’t it?” He added in a much calmer voice as he carefully sat back down onto the bed. “Come over here and talk me about it.”

Paul hesitated for a second before tiptoeing forward to join his provocatively dressed friend on the bed. “She wants me to have an operation,” he whispered, bowing his head.

“Who, Veronica?” Kamsi fired back, turning his body to face Paul.

Now shaking, Paul continued to look down at his shiny pink knees. “No, Gwen! And I don’t have a choice. I either have the surgery, or I end up in jail. She said it was just a minor procedure, but she won’t even tell me what it is. What the hell am I going to do, man”?

“Wow, that’s some heavy shit,” Kamsi replied in shock. “I… I… hell, I don’t know what to suggest, but just know this, whatever happens, I’m always here for you, alright?

Seeing Kamsi lift his arm, Paul snuggled in. “Thank you,” he muttered, “I know I can be difficult, sometimes.”

“Try always,” Kamsi interjected.

“Ok, always,” Paul said, half chuckling and half sobbing. “But you know you always have been and always will be my best friend, right?”

“Hey, don’t you go getting all soppy on me now. I’ll end up ruining my makeup, and there’s no way I’m starting over again. Do you know how long it took to get my eyes looking this peng?” Kamsi replied, gripping Paul tighter. “Come on, if we get going now, I can get the bus with you. And with me dressed this fine, I bet no one even notices you're there!”