Rent or forfeit 16

“Hi Henry, maybe we can talk somewhere more private”, Tommy said sheepishly, looking around at a group of girl, he went to school with, eagerly listening in.

“Er… OK, perhaps we can go outside, I need a smoke anyway”, Henry replied still looking shocked from seeing his oldest friend looking more feminine than most of the girls in the room.

“Ok, let’s go”, Tommy said, as he started mincing across the room, on his painful heels. Henry followed looking down as his friend’s backside gyrating from side to side as his tiny, flared skirt danced around his shiny thighs.

Outside the house, Tommy leaned against the wall, lifting one foot off the ground to rest it for a while, as Henry lit up a cigarette, “Can I have one of those”, Tommy asked.

“Er, sure, but I thought you quit”? Henry asked.

“Right now, I need one”, Tommy said, looking up at Henry through his thick extended lashes and shivering, from the cold night air.

Henry took a cigarette from his pack and passed it to Tommy, who carefully took it from him with his long blue nails, He placed it between him pouty red lips, “got a light”? he said, quivering.

“Oh, yeah sorry”, Henry said, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his lighter before lighting up Tommy’s cigarette, “you look cold, don’t you have a coat”? Henry asked looking down at Tommy’s shiny blue mini dress and his long nylon clad legs beneath.

Tommy took a drag from the cigarette and smiled nervously, “It’s somewhere inside but I’ll be OK”, he replied wishing he had grabbed it on the way out, as his exposed arms and legs felt like ice.

There was silence for a few moments as the two old friends stood leaning against the front wall of the house smoking and not looking at each other, until Henry spoke, “So I guess I should call you Tammy now, that you’re living as a girl”

“That’s what everyone seems to like calling me”, he replied.

“Shit, Tom, sorry Tammy, I can’t get over how convincing you look, I mean you were always a little effeminate, but I had no idea, you were one of those people”?

“What do you mean one of those people”? Tommy asked, turning around to face Henry, his long blonde ponytail almost whipping him in the face, shocked that his old friend had considered him effeminate and wanting to know what he meant by the comment.

“I mean, I saw a documentary about people who were born in the wrong body and then have a load of surgery to change gender, what do you call them”? Henry asked

“Transgender”, Tommy stated.

“Yeah, that’s it, I had no idea you were a transgender, but don’t get me wrong, I’m OK with it, I’m just a little shocked, I mean, you look amazing as a woman, you’ve got a killer set of legs and that rack looks so real, it’s not real is it”? Henry asked staring at his fake boobs, pushed up by the special bra beneath his dress.

“No, they’re fake, just like this hair, these nails and these eyelashes”, Tommy replied, lifting his hands up to cover his chest, now feeling humiliated as his old buddy was not only telling him how feminine he looked but also treating him like a girl.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrasses you, I guess I should be more sensitive, now, “Henry quickly said realising he should try complimenting his friend as he did with other girls, “Hey I like your shoes, they make your legs look really sexy”.

Tommy was getting annoyed, “Yeah, well if you like them so much, you can wear them if you like, it’s like walking around with my feet inside a pair of torture devices”. He said as he finished his cigarette, tossing it on the floor and stumping it out under one of his giant heels, “actually I am a bit cold, I think I’ll going to go back inside now”

“oh, ok, sure, I’ll just finish this, I’ll catch you in a bit then”? Henry replied, noticing the tension in the air. He then watched as his old friends, dressed to the nines, as a girl out to party on New Year’s Eve, stormed away, heels clicking loudly on the tiled patio, and blonde ponytail bobbing from side to side, they didn’t speak for the rest of the evening.

The next week, on Thursday morning, Tommy got up early, showered and got dressed. He picked out an outfit that made him feel tough. He didn’t want any shit from anyone that day and as he looked in the mirror before leaving his room, the wannabe rock chick, looking back at him definitely fit that description.

The leather jacket and ankle boots decorated with chains, along with his high ponytail, definitely gave the impression of someone not to mess with. His pouty lips now naturally giving him a resting bitch face only added to the effect, after checking his makeup in the mirror one last time, he picked up his little black handbag and headed out to catch the bus.

Arriving at the temp office, tired from the walk, and cold from the outfit he had chosen not being as warm as he thought it would be, he sat on the sofa and waited for his appointment with Monica’s friend Claire. After ten minutes bored, flicking through the awful gossip magazines, Claire appeared, “Nice to see you again Tammy, do you want to follow me to my office”?

Tommy stood up, carefully pulled down the hem of his jean shorts, that had ridden up a little to high and were giving him an uncomfortable wedgie, before trotting along behind her and into her office, where he sat on the chair facing her desk, and folded his legs above the knee.

“So, what can I do for you today, Tammy”? Claire asked.

“Well, you can find me some work, you haven’t offered me any jobs all week, I really need to make some money”, Tommy replied rather forcefully.

Taken aback a bit by his attitude Claire paused for a moment before she replied, “Well, you’re in luck, I actually have two temporary positions available for next week, one is some secretarial work in an office, easy work but low pay. The other pays a lot more, but there will be a costume involved.

Which should Tommy choose? Vote in the poll.

1. Become a secretary.

2. Take the job with the costume.