Lockdown! 03

Chapter 3

“Why does it have to be me, again?” moaned Tim as he was ushered towards the bathroom.

“Dude, come on, we’ve been through this,” answered Kamsi. “You have the best chance of pulling this off. I would look terrible as a woman.”

“Have you tried?” Tim replied, annoyed. “Perhaps you should give it a go before we make any decisions.”

“Come on, Tdog,” Tim said, patting the nervous man on the back. “It will be over before you know it, and we’ll both owe you big time for this.”

“Then you do it, P. If the woman coming over is supposed to be meeting your sister, surely you’re the best person for the job.”

“The woman will have no idea what she looks like,” Paul replied, smiling. “And like Kamsi said, you have the best chance of keeping us off the streets.”

“I hate you both so much right now,” Tim growled. “Fine, give me some privacy, will you? and if I hear any jokes when I come out, you can forget about this whole thing.”

“Of course, we wouldn’t do that to you, Buddy,” Kamsi said with a smile. “Just don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“Go fuck yourselves,” Tim shouted angrily, slamming the bathroom door as Paul and Kamsi burst into a fit of laughter.

Inside the bathroom, Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath before putting the plug into the bathtub and turning on the taps. Nervously he positioned himself on the edge of the tub and ripped open a packet of disposable razor blades.

Not quite believing what he was about to do, Tim reached for the shaving foam and lathered up his lower right leg. Reassuring himself that the hair would grow back soon. He took out a razor and with shaking hands moved it towards his shin.

Just like the video tutorial, he had watched online; he positioned the razor where his foot met his ankle, and in one smooth stroke, slid the blade upwards removing a rectangular patch of hair. He sat there for a second staring at the little runway strip of smooth skin, shaking his head before going back in for a second swipe, wanting the day to be over with.

Forty-five minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, his body feeling smooth and alien, part of his masculinity now clogging the plughole in the bathtub.

“Not one word,” Tim growled as he walked into the living room to greet his smirking friends.

“Hey, come on, Man,” Paul replied, “We appreciate what you’re doing for us. We’re here to support you, right Kam”?

“Exactly,” Kamsi added, still smirking, “My serious face is on.”

“Ok, she’ll be here in two hours, right?” let’s just get this over with,” Tim answered, feeling a little calmer. “what’s next?”

“Clothes,” Paul answered, standing up and taking the lead. “Let’s see which of Ronny’s things will fit you.”

“Fine, let’s just do it before I change my mind,” Tim replied sullenly.

“That’s the spirit, Tdog,” Kamsi said, standing up. He then extended his arm and smiled, “ladies first,” he added, causing Paul to burst into a fit of giggles.

Visibly annoyed by the comment, Tim huffed before storming off towards Veronica’s bedroom.

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“Wow, this woman sure has a lot of clothes,” Kamsi commented upon walking into Veronica’s walk-in closet. “How does she afford all this stuff?”

“Blogging online. People sent her free stuff to post in her pictures. I doubt she’s even worn half of it more than once.” Paul replied, a little in awe himself at the sheer quantity of clothes and accessories in the room.

“So how do we do this?” Tim asked sheepishly, stood there in his robe.

“How about me and Kamsi pick out something, and you try it on to see how it looks?” Paul said, looking through a rack of clothes.

“Whatever,” Tim answered dejectedly. “let’s get this over with.”

Paul went first, picking out a pair of short shorts and a little vest top. Slipping the outfit on, Tim stood uncomfortably as his two friends stared awkwardly at him.

“That won’t work,” Kamsi announced. “He’s got no shape. Here try this.” He added, thrusting a yellow garment towards Tim.

“A dress!” Tim exclaimed, “I’m not wearing a dress!”

“Just try it, will you, “Kamsi replied. “The flared skirt will give you the illusion of hips. And also try this,” he added, handing Tim a frilly bit of material.

“A bra too,” Tim moaned. “Is that really necessary?”

“you can stuff the cups to make some breasts,” Kamsi answered. “Trust me, this will work.”

Raising an eyebrow, Paul looked over. “Didn’t know you were an expert in crossdressing, Kam. Perhaps Tdog was right. Perhaps you should be the one dressing up, Mr expert.”

Rolling his eyes, Kamsi snorted. “Hey, I know a lady’s body and what shape looks good, alright. Don’t get the wrong idea, Goldilocks.”

After struggling to close the bra clasp and stuffing the empty cups with some rolled-up socks, Tim wriggled himself into the feminine garment chosen by Kamsi and re-entered the room to confront his smirking friends. He folded his arms angrily and tried not to look them directly in the eyes.

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“This is stupid,” Tim announced, annoyed and feeling more than a little silly. “I’m not wearing this! We’re meeting at 1 pm, and we’re in a lockdown. What woman would be lounging around the house dressed like this?”

Paul and Kamsi looked at each other thoughtfully. “Perhaps he’s right, Kam. It is a bit flashy for a Monday afternoon.”

“He looks pretty though, right?” Kamsi replied with a big grin on his face. “You’ve been with worse, right, P?”

The room burst into a roar of laughter as Tim stood there shaking his head. “Right, get out!” he screamed angrily. “You two aren’t helping. Wait in the living room. I’ll find something myself.”

“Sure thing, Kylie,” Kamsi answered, tears now running down his face as he and Paul made their way towards the exit. “Take your time. You can’t rush beauty.”