Chapter 165

"Hello," I said in the phone. I knew it was The Brit from the number.

"Sorry I wasn't answering the phone," he said.

"I didn't try you. Jeremy said you were out looking at a building to buy. I figured the last thing you needed was me calling."

"It would have been okay. So what can I do for you?" The Brit asked.

"I hadn't spoke to you for a week. I just wanted to see how you were," I said.

"Bollocks, now what did you want," he said.

"I was planning to take you and Jeremy out to dinner, but you are busy," I said.

"Jeremy told me that. He also said we could make it tomorrow. I would really like to go out tomorrow. But let's make it lunch," he suggested.

"Okay where you want to meet on a Sunday for lunch," I asked.

"Just meet us here and I'll drive," he suggested.

"Like hell you will not trap me in a car with Jeremy for five minutes, let alone all the way to Dobson," I said.

"Shit you are no fun at all. Alright meet me at the Cafe in the Square," he said.

"They aren't open on Sunday," I replied.

"Just be there at noon tomorrow," he said as he hung up on me.

I smiled as I went to the kitchen to have a glass of peppermint shine. It was good even if I couldn't get anyone else to think so." I watched a TV show from the night before on the Internet. After that I moved to a chatroom and masturbated, then I went to bed.

Sunday began with my ride around town. I went from my house to the downtown on the bike. Sure enough the cafe was closed just like it always was on Sunday. I assumed the cafe at noon was the meeting place for us. That being the case I gave up trying to figure out what was going on. I just rode back to the plaza for a breakfast of animal fat and coffee. From there I went home to shower and dress. I had bought a sheet mirror at Walmart. It was almost full length, so after my shower I stood before it naked.

I decided that I had fat guy tits stuck on my body. In other words they were small and not shaped quite like other girls I had seen. Actually that was not true. Teenage girls, who were not quite filled out, had breasts shaped like mine.

My hair was just starting to look a little girlie. The time had come to either have it cut again or start having it shaped. I decided at five seven, I was too short to pull off the boy look completely, but I could confuse people for sure. I decided then what I needed to wear under the loose tee shirts, was a tube top. Not just any tube top, but one that was strong. I would bet that with that combination, and a little less attention to my grooming, I could be mistaken for a guy. That, I thought, might not be a bad thing.

I would bet that I could pull it off, if I tried. I decided that I would give it a try purely for research. I could get away with a gay guy, if not a straight one. I was never going to make it as a macho guy, but I bet I could get away with a femme guy. That opened a whole new world of excitement up to me. The thing today would give me a chance to observe Jeremy's behavior, and mannerisms.

It had nothing to do with gender identity. I mean I was a girl and I knew it, but it would be nice to be a guy for a while. Just to see what it was like on the other side of home plate. I could dress more like a guy. No not that, I could dress more like a gay guy.

If I was on a job as a gay guy and was spotted, I could dress like a girl for the getaway. People tend to see what they want to see. So it was a good idea to give them what they wanted. I really did like the idea.

In truth I guess I had to thank Jeremy for it. He was the feminine version of a gay guy and The Brit was the masculine version. I had begun to experiment with gender bending with The Brit. I asked myself did I really want to take it to the next level. The answer was it would be a new experience, so fucking A I did.

I went to the Walmart store to buy me and outfit that could go either way. Then I would try to pick up Jeremy's mannerisms. It would be playacting for sure. I drove up to the store and parked in the parking lot. I was in my Russian commando knock off tee and black cargo pants. I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the glass. With a different haircut and no breasts poking through I would look like a preteen guy except for my age lines.

I went to the mens department and tried on Cargo pants. There was a subtle different in the fit. When I found that a pair of boy's 26 inch waist cargo pants fit me and that my ass looked different in them. I knew that I was on to something. I even bought a pack of boys undershirt type tee shirts. I got some that would measure 32 chest. They would be tight on me, but that was a good thing. I bought a wide elastic bandage to try out my breast flattening. The old bind your breast trick. I also bought a boy's tee shirt for over the bandage and white undershirt. I would experiment with which combination worked best.

When I got back to the house I just had time to wrap the bandage around my chest, but not too tight, Then I pulled on the boy's tee shirt and the cargo pants to complete the look. I looked in the mirror and tried to decide which haircut would look best on me. Something I could change from a male cut to a woman's cut. I decided I would part it for lunch with the boys, and consider a different hairstyle later.

Every way I turned my body in the mirror, it was a reasonable assumption that I could go either way. I was satisfied that I had done as much as possible to be androgynous at least in dress. I never wore makeup, so it was easy for me to pull of the man look, if my body didn't give me away. I decided not to do the androgynous that day. I also decided the next day to have the short hair cut redone. I wanted one of those movie looking hair cuts for Julius Caesar. An inch long and all brushed forward.