Lockdown! 18

Chapter 18

Looking down past his padded chest, Kamsi shuddered. The sight of his skirt hiked up around his waist as his panties and tights rested around his knees still made him feel a little queasy.

Taking a wad of toilet paper with his long, red manicured nails, he dabbed the end of the only part of his body that reminded him he was a man.

Like most people with an XY chromosome. Kamsi had always taken the ease of going to the bathroom as a man for granted. Never realising how much more troublesome it was for women.

First, there was the queuing. There always seemed to be a queue, and he couldn’t understand why. In his mind, these women needed to just hurry up or have the premises build them more toilet cubicles. Even after finally getting in, there was still the faff of undressing to a point where he could urinate without splashing his clothes.

He had learned early on that sitting down was his only option. As emasculating as it felt to sit down, clutching his skirt in one hand while trying to aim straight, teetering atop a pair of high heels was next to impossible.

Dropping the paper into the bowl, Kamsi hoisted himself back onto his high-heeled feet and flushed. And as much as he hated to do it, the next action was almost second nature by this point.

Careful not to scratch himself, he cupped his limp member with his left hand before positioning the fingertips of his right hand on his ball sack.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed back and felt a shiver run down his spine as his testicles popped back into his body. Placing his hairless penis between his legs, he then reached down and quickly pulled up his slightly elasticated (but still very feminine-looking panties) to secure the tuck.

With his tights back snuggling his waist, Kamsi tugged at the nylon material clinging to his legs until it was once again taut and smooth. Finally, he lowered his pleated skirt, feeling frustrated, not for the first time, that it wasn't longer. Ready to face the world once more, he closed the toilet lid (something he had learned was the polite thing to do). And after clumsily fiddling with the lock for a few seconds, he exited the cubicle and strutted over to the sink.

The reflection in the mirror that greeted him elicited a little grunt from his painted red lips. Having worked at the casino for just over a week now, the little uniform, he was forced to wear, was slowly becoming familiar but still felt embarrassing to wear.

After washing his hands, he automatically straightened his waistcoat and smoothed out his short skirt. One thing the casino insisted on was their staff look their best at all times.

When he was first shown the uniform, he almost quit on the spot. The thought of parading around the casino floor delivering drinks as he was ogled by every wandering eye, seemed at the time, like a punishment worse than death. But with Tim recently losing his job and Veronica’s threat to toss him out onto the streets if he lost his too. He had reluctantly squeezed his ever-changing body into the humiliating outfit and soldiered on.

Hearing the latch of a cubicle door open, Kamsi looked up through the mirror to see a familiar face approaching and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, hey there, you, how’s it going?” the leggy blonde girl sang out as she sashayed over.

“Oh, hey Lizzy. Tired but I’m hanging in there. You?” Kamsi replied while reaching into his handbag to find his lip gloss.

“Same, these shift times have been all over the place lately, but I guess I shouldn’t complain, right? we're lucky to have a job at all with the state of the economy these days.” Lizzy said while soaping up her hands. “Hey, I like the new hair, real or wig?”

Kamsi looked into the mirror. His long eyelashes fluttered as he froze for a moment, staring at his long red acrylic nails wrapped around a lip gloss wand pressed to his plump lips. “Wig,” he replied, looking over and smiling at Lizzy. “You know me, girl! I like to switch things up!”

“Ha, there’s that sass,” Lizzy shot back with a smile. “Hey what are you doing after the shift? Lorenzo and some of the other guys are heading for drinks. You coming?"

Turning his attention back to the mirror, Kamsi continued to shine up his lips as he considered Lizzy’s offer. Part of him was tempted to go. In a way, he liked his new colleagues, and the thought of going back home to the depressing apartment was never very appealing. But then again, the idea of going out with his new colleagues scared him. It’s the reason, he rolled his eyes as Lizzy approached; it wasn’t her he disliked, it was the person he became while around her.

“Can’t tonight, Babes. I have plans," Kamsi answered while quickly gathering up his belongings. "Next time, ok?"

Nodding slowly, Lizzy looked a little disappointed. “You got a hot date or something?”

Flashing her a smile, Kamsi started trotting towards the exit. “Something like that. Have fun. I’ll speak to you later, ok? I better get back to work."

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“Karmen! Where the hell have you been, girl? These drinks have been waiting here for ten minutes.” Lorenzo, the overdramatic Italian barman, stated as Kamsi strolled up. "The boss was down asking questions but don't worry. I covered for you".

“Bathroom” Kamsi replied, shaking his head. “And ten minutes, really? Are you sure you’re not exaggerating just a little bit?” He added, placing his hand on Lorenzo’s before gently stroking it.

“I never exaggerate, and nothing about me is little,” he answered with a flirtatious smile while raising his eyebrows.

“Err… I… I better take these drinks over,” Kamsi stuttered, quickly removing his hand and picking up the tray of drinks. “Which table?”

“Roulette table seven,” Lorenzo purred in his sexy Italian accent. “I miss you already.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls?” Kamsi scoffed as he started to walk away.

“Only the beautiful ones,” Lorenzo shouted after him.

Ignoring the comment, Kamsi strode away across the carpeted casino floor. The idea of tripping on his high stiletto pumps was the furthest thing from his thoughts, but he did feel conflicted. Why was he acting so strange recently? It was becoming scarily natural to act like Karmen. In fact, if he was being completely honest with himself, part of him liked it. Clinging on to his masculinity, looking the way he did now, was becoming ever so tiring. The problem was, the more he let himself have fun as Karmen, the more he could feel his old life slipping away.

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