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This chapter is quite a bit heavier on the transgender themes, which carries through over the next few chapters. I'm not sure what people will think (especially as it is still in the modern world for a fantasy novel - we're getting there I promise), just just providing a heads up. It is important to the character development and plot though, and holds some significance.

A slightly shorter chapter as well.

Thanks for reading, for those that do.

Chapter 3 – Secrets Laid Bare.

As soon as Chris got home he made his way straight to his room, closing the door tightly behind him. The house was quiet, and there were no cars outside, so as he had expected, he was alone. He was tempted to close his curtains as well, but as they overlooked the front of the house he’d be able to see if anyone came home early, and as he was on the second story they wouldn’t be able to see into his room unless he stood too close to the window. It gave him that little bit of extra security, and the natural light coming into the room was better than what the single lightbulb in the room would provide. Sitting down in the chair beside his bed, he opened his backpack and took the items out and laid them on his bed, one at a time. He couldn’t help but smile.

The last of the items that he had brought was a cute little short sleeved ribbed top, a deep blue in colour. It was small and stretchy, and was a perfect fit. Next was a navy blue mini skirt with a zip at the back. It was made of a slightly heavier fabric, with some sewn folds in it, and he’d always like the look of it. There were a pair of opaque black tights. They were of a decent thickness, so you couldn’t see through them, and they also had a shine about them that he liked. ‘Liquid Metallic Opaque’ the label claimed. Finally there was the item that had almost given him a heart attack, and the one that was the most difficult to find. A pair of black ankle high heeled boots. The heels were of a decent thickness and a couple of inches high, decorative belts along the front of the soft feeling fabric that they were made from, zips on the side for putting them on. And all in his size.

A complete feminine outfit, and he was keen to try it on, his excitement rising within him. He wasn’t completely sure why he wanted to do so, he was a guy after all, but he found feminine clothes so very much alluring, and he’d been dreaming over the last few months of wearing them himself. To see what they felt like on him, how they looked on him (probably terrible given he was a guy after all, but hey you can dream), and how they would make him feel. He always found himself jealous when he saw other girls wearing such nice clothes, especially his two flatmates, so why couldn’t he, even if it was just in secret, just this once. He had to admit that he had tried on a few items before in his life, for ...reasons..., and usually borrowed (from his sister or mother at the time, without them knowing of course, or from a recycled clothing bin) rather than brought, but it had always been short lived. There was always an after effect that would curb it for time. Years even. But this time would be different. These were his, he was alone, and he had to know. It was like this pull within his very soul, making him feel like he would be more complete if he did so. It was why he always played female characters. But on the other side of the coin, no one could ever know. It was his secret after all.

A little black box fell out of his backpack as he put it to the side. Oh yeah, the gift from Norm’s. Chris leant over and picked it up. He examined it carefully. It was just just a plain black box. Nothing special about it as far as he could tell. Placing it on his table, he lifted the lid off, putting it to the side. Inside was a delicate gold chain, with a red stone pendant attacked to it. He chocked up a bit, tears forming, the red stone instantly reminding him of Pyre. He pulled it out, and held it up to the light. It was beautiful. Why on earth had they given it to him? He could ask he guessed, but he’d be far too ashamed to do so. Perhaps like the lady from Peoples Support Shop, Sasha actually knew what he was up to? Or perhaps he was reading too much into it. Opening up the clasp, he hung it around his neck before then hooking it up and closing the clasp again. It felt right, sitting there against his skin.

Chris stood up, and stripped himself bare. First things first though, he needed a shower. He had been at work all morning, and then all that running around town had just added to how grimy he felt. He took the necklace off, placing it on top of the blue top, and grabbing a towel headed to the bathroom, closing his door behind him. The shower was nice, the stream of water hot and strong, soothing his body and making him feel clean. He washed his hair clean, then not wanting to use the strongly masculine smelling bodywash that was there, he quietly apologised to himself, promising he’d make it up to her later, and borrowed a little of Rachael’s bodywash instead, a petal fragranced one that he found quite pleasant, and made his skin feel even smoother. He could get used to using it. Getting out of the shower, he took the time to carefully dry himself down, while he looked at himself in the mirror. His appearance was passable. He didn’t dislike it per se, but didn’t like it either. He was a little on the shorter side, standing just shy of 5”4’, his body lean and not quite toned. He wasn’t fit, but nor was he unfit either – his job gave him plenty of exercise that enabled him to main a good body shape and weight, which he was grateful for. Had his job been sedentary he would be going to the gym like Peter and Rachael did. His eyes were a boring brown, as was his shortly cropped hair. It grew thick, and while he had been tempted to try and grow it out long, it always ended up as an unmanageable mess first and he’d have to cut it short again. He had fair complexion, his sharp facial features marking him clearly as male. He had thought about shaving his legs, the hair long and noticeable, but had passed on the idea, knowing that it would be too obvious and his flatmates would notice instantly, and he lacked a good excuse to argue away their attention. Hence the thicker tights. Satisfied he was dry enough, he headed back to his room.

Closing his door, Chris looked out his window. Still no cars, so no one had returned. Good. Stepping back, he looked again at what he had on the bed. He was excited. He couldn’t deny that. Picking up the necklace, he put it on again, the chain cool against his still warm skin. It felt nice, like it belonged there. He grabbed a pair of his own underwear out of his draws and put them on. He had thought about getting a feminine pair of them as well, but you know, he still had male parts down there. Next was the tights. Opening the packet, he threw away the packaging, and felt them with his hand. The were nice. Smooth. Placing his hand down one leg of the tights, he guided them onto his right leg, then his left, pulling them up tight. They fit perfectly and boy did his legs look good. Next was the skirt. He unzipped it, stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist, before doing the zip up again and letting it sit on his waist. He let it swish a little, liking how it looked and felt. With that style, no one could see his male parts underneath. Unless, of course, you know. Next was the top. He put his arms through the short sleeves and pulled it over his head and down over his body. It was the smallest size that he had been able to find, and again it fit perfect, hugging his body closely, showing every curve, and also the lack of some. It would look so much better with a pair of breasts under it, but those he lacked, and he didn’t have the courage to buy a padded bra and/or make a fake pair just for this. He’d get even more strange looks and stares.

Finally was the boots. Unzipping the sides, he slid his feet into them and then zipped them up. They felt comfortable and snug. Standing up, he felt a little disorientated, but that was to be expected. He was now a couple of inches taller after all due to the heels. He ran his hands over his clothes. They were smooth and soft, and felt right. Not to mention he also smelled nice. He did a little walk around his room. It was small, so he could only take a few steps, but he was pleasantly surprised at how he felt when walking in the heels. He’d watched a few videos on how to do so, and doing so now felt almost natural. He giggled happily. It just felt so right, even with his mind also pointing out the wrongness of it all. Here he was, a guy, prancing around his room dressed up like a girl, and loving every second of it.

Chris had to know how he looked, and his room was lacking in any mirrors, so checking once again outside (yup, still no cars, he was safe, and the others were still a few hours away at least), he opened his door and stepped gingerly into the hall. Gathering up the courage, he walked down the carpeted hall, past the girls bedrooms, to the full length mirror that they had installed at the end, and stared at himself. He liked what he saw. Well, from the neck down anyways, and a little bit of chest and it would be perfect. He tried a few poses, hand on waist, a little bit of lean, a seductive stretch, a little twirl. He couldn’t help smile and give a little giggle. It was just so right. So her.

“You look cute in that. It suits you.”

Chris froze in horror as the sweet voice rang out behind him. He stood still, not sure what to do, before slowly turning around, his face getting redder by the minute and tears forming in his eyes. No one was meant to have been here!

Rachael was standing there in her door, a soft smile on her face, and she looked more stunning than usual, and Chris couldn’t help but stare with an open mouth, even in his terrified state, or perhaps because of it. She was a head taller than Chris, soft wavy black hair that went all the way down to her waist, which while she usually had tied up in a pony tail was currently flowing free. Her eyes were an inquisitive emerald green, lips a soft red (or perhaps that was just her choice of lipstick, Chris wasn’t sure as that was the colour he’d always seen on her), her facial features soft, delicate and feminine. Her fingernails were painted a rose red, and she had a pair of gold and emerald stud earrings on, and a matching emerald pendant on a delicate gold chain. She had a fit, toned, and not quite curvy but still sensual body, and ample chest, all of which was currently accentuated by the clothes she was wearing. He guessed she’d come home after the gym for some reason and skipped her classes, as she was still wearing her gym gear. A pair of deep green full length skin tight exercise tights that hugged her body closer than Chris thought possible, the fabric both shiny and soft and probably of a rather expensive brand, and a matching tank top of the same fabric that was as equally tight, leaving her toned midriff bare. The clothes left nothing of her to the imagination, and even in his current state he could feel his body becoming aroused, his male parts responding as he couldn’t but help just take her all in. She was so, perfect. He knew he liked her, even in that way, and now his body was just reaffirming that.

Chris put his hands over his face as tears started streaming down. He just wanted to sink into a hole and die. He’d never live this down, and of all people, she had seen him as well. She’d tell everyone, and his life would be over, not that it wasn’t already. And she wouldn’t be able to help but notice what his body was dong. He felt himself getting every hotter, his breathing becoming rapid, as panic set in.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to wail as he tore past her and into his room.

“Chris...” Rachael said with a sad voice as he slammed the door behind him.

He stripped the clothes off, and for a moment contemplated tearing them all up, before he threw them angrily into the corner of the room, and collapsed to his bed naked, crying in anguish.