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The cold war 39
🕑 Added 2021-07-02 19:00:00 +0000 UTC"How long could he continue on like this"?
Ben pondered the thought as he tugged at the sides of his tight cut-out minidress, the stretchy material hugging his hourglass figure.
"It wasn’t as though life is terrible", he thought to himself, after all, he had Emily/Jake with him, they had a nice apartment to live in, he had an easy if not a slightly demeaning job and a very generous allowance each month from the FBI.
It was just the unknowing that was killing him. When they had been moved to the other side of the country, he’d thought at the time that all this would be over by now, that Danila would have been put away in prison and that he and Jake would be free to start over.
Closing his heavily made-up eyes, he took a deep breath, “snap out of it, Bunny”, he thought to himself, “thinking like this isn’t going to help, just try to enjoy the night, it might only be a work event but it’s a night out of the apartment, make the most of it”.
“Are you just going to stand there staring at yourself all night”? Jake asked from behind him.
Ben turned and smiled seeing Jake sat on the sofa looking absolutely stunning after his own makeover earlier that day. His blond hair had been dyed and coifed to sit high on top of his head and now extended down to the middle of his back, his makeup was dramatic and sultry, which matched his resting his matching bitch face perfectly.
(See image 10.3)
Are you sure you want to risk going out without your contact lenses in”? Ben asked looking his feminised friend up and down and admiring the slim figure under his tight dress thanks to all the dieting and exercises they did together each day.
“Hey, you’re not wearing your glasses, and weren’t you the one who said to forget about everything tonight and enjoy myself”, Jake replied, “I’ve been wearing them all day and my eyes are sore, besides, what’s the worst that can happen”?
“That’s true, I guess”, Ben replied, “I don’t even think your mother would recognise you looking like that”.
Jake rolled his eyes and pouted, “do I look alright”? He asked looking down at his nylon clad legs, “do you think this outfit is a bit much”?
“No way!”, Ben announced, tottering over to join him on the sofa, “it’s a party, and you look amazing”.
“Really”? Jake asked looking at him quizzically, “do you like me looking like this”?
Ben snorted, “do you really have to ask, don’t I show you every night in bed”? he said rubbing his long-nailed hand up Jake’s smooth thigh and eliciting a little moan.
Reaching down and removing Ben’s hand Jake looked him in the eyes, “I’m serious, do you want me to stay living as a woman when this is all over”?
Ben gripped Jake's hand and smiled, “I love you”, he said looking deeply into his eyes, “I’ll love you no matter what you look like, Jake, Emily or whoever”.
Jake blushed slightly and smiled, “I’m sorry”, he said blowing his head, “I’ve just been living as Emily for so long, my brain is all muddled, sometimes I start to forget who I really am”.
“Hey, it’s ok”, Ben said climbing on top of his lap as his short stretchy skirt rose up around his waist, “we can worry about all that after the court date, I’ll support you in whatever you want to do, you know that right”? He added before leaning down to plant his lips on Jake's mouth.
Closing his eyes, Ben felt Jake’s pillowy lips massage his own before parting slightly to allow his tongue to enter.
“mmm… stop”, Jake moaned.
“What’s wrong”? Ben asked pulling away.
“I can’t do this now”, Jake replied, “I’ve just tucked myself away and although you know that I love you kissing me, it’s getting a little painful down there”.
Lifting himself back onto his tall sandals and wiggling the bottom of his dress back into position, Ben smiled once more, “well I guess it’s time to go then”, he announced, we can pick this up when we get back later”.
Jake smiled, “I love you, Bunny, I know I complain all the time but I’m glad we’re together”.
“Me too”, Ben announced picking up his handbag, “but for now it’s Chloe remember, now come on Em, tonight we let our hair down and party, it's been too long since we had a proper night out”.
“Sure thing, Chlo”, Jake replied lifting himself onto his equally tall heels and locating his handbag, “ready”? he announced with a smile.
“Ready”, Ben answered linking his arm through Jake and heading for the front door.
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For anyone out on the street that night for an evening stroll, they most likely looked twice seeing what appeared to be two scantily clad women, strutting up the street in their towering six-inch heels, swaying their hips and wiggling their bottoms in their body-hugging dresses.
But the double-takes and sneaky glances were not because the pair looked anything like the two men they really were under all the fake hair and slapped on makeup, just the opposite, in fact, as men turned to check them out with lustful looks in their eyes and women looked on with a mixture of jealous and disapproving glares.
As they continued on to their destination, the evening breeze blowing through their hair and the sound of clicking filling their ears, Ben and Jake hardly batted an eyelid at the attention they drew, they were used to it by now, it had long ago become their normality.
(See image 10.4)
