Tuesday 28th August 2018
Kelvinside
Glasgow
I stepped carefully from the bus because my red sandals had four-inch heels. I paused for a moment, and took a few deep breaths. My makeup was applied as well as I’d ever done it, and my fair hair hung in waves beyond my shoulders. It wasn’t a Friday or Saturday night on the town, but I’d chosen to wear a short black dress and barely-black stockings. I adjusted my small red shoulder bag and folded my white jacket over my arm.
“Honesty is the way forward, Nikki,” I whispered. “Honesty and confidence will help.”
I walked back along Great Western Road, turned into Kirklees Road, and shortly afterwards, into Kirklees Terrace. All of the houses were detached with smart gardens and driveways so it looked like a neighbourhood I’d be happy to live in. It wasn’t far from where I’d lived when attending uni.
When I saw number 12, I hoped my chat with the owner would go well. I pushed open the gate and walked along the driveway past the the red BMW 5-Series. Before pressing the doorbell, I took another few deep breaths.
A strikingly handsome woman in her forties opened the door. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I swallowed and kept my voice soft. “I’m Nikki.”
She extended a slender hand. “I’m Avril.” She shook my hand briefly. “Come in, please.”
I stepped into a bright, welcoming hallway, and paused while she closed the front door.
“This way, my dear.”
As she strode ahead, I noted her beautifully styled auburn hair, bouncing with health as she walked. I followed her into a spacious living room that overlooked the front garden. The decor and furnishings were tasteful but not opulent. I placed my jacket and bag on the big sofa, and sat in the middle, my knees pressed together. I clasped my hands on my lap.
Avril was still on her feet. “Would you prefer tea or coffee, Nikki?”
“Coffee, black, please.”
When she nodded, and turned to leave, I enjoyed another look at her. She had a fuller figure which looked great in her bright floral summer dress, and her shapely legs looked good, even in moderate heels. When she glanced back over her shoulder and caught me, I blushed.
Avril returned carrying a silver tray containing a coffee pot, cups, saucers, and a sugar bowl. She set the tray on the low table situated between the armchairs and the sofa. After leaning over to pour, which gave me a superb view of her cleavage, she glanced at me.
She said, “We’ll easily drink a cup of coffee as we chat, and if we get carried away, I’m sure we could both have another.” Avril offered me the sugar bowl first, and after I dropped a cube into my drink she added one to hers.
I said, “You have a lovely house, and it’s in a smart neighbourhood.”
“Thank you.” She sipped her coffee. “We lived in a nice avenue in Knightswood for many years, on the west side of the park.”
“I know the area, and it’s pleasant there.”
“I was sorry to leave in some ways, but we’ve been here two years and now we’re settled.” She sipped more coffee. “From our brief telephone conversation, I recall that you recently graduated as a creative writer, but you haven’t joined a company yet.”
“I didn’t want to take a year out, like many of my peers have done, and I also didn’t want to commit myself. Having said that, I’m signed up to a publisher to produce a second novel, and I’ve had two offers from magazines to produce work as a freelance writer.”
“I’m impressed, and with your apparent determination I’m sure you’ll get more offers.” She smiled as she appraised me. “What’s the title of your first book?”
“Curvy Girl, or Chubby Guy? It’s an autobiographical erotica story.”
“Wow, that is a daring title, and it asks more questions than it answers. It sounds like something I’d like to read.” Avril lifted the pot and topped up both of our cups. “Do you have a title for the second story yet?”
I glanced down at my coffee before facing her. “A Temptress with Extra.” Her reaction would be a telltale sign of how our conversation would move forward.
She looked at my fingers, no doubt noting my bright red nails. “Is the next tale also autobiographical erotica?”
“It will be, although, as I did before, I’ll be amending names to protect the identity of those people who appear in the story.”
“Mmm, how interesting.” She nodded slowly. Avril’s beauty was enhanced when she smiled. “In this world where it’s becoming increasingly easy to offend people, I do my best to be courteous and diplomatic, so if I stray with my questions, please forgive me.”
I sighed heavily. “I’ll understand if you’d rather not risk having someone like me under your roof, but to demonstrate my willingness to be a good lodger, I’ll answer any questions you have.” I lifted the cup to my lips and sipped more coffee. “I’m not only keen to have a room to live and work from, I’d like to feel accepted, so please; ask me anything.”
“Nikki, my dear, I like your candid approach, and I’ll respect your offer with a couple of questions.” She held my gaze. “How long have you been crossdressing?”
“I started secretly about three years ago when I began my degree course. It was Harriet, one of my housemates, who encouraged me. She gradually feminised me over a period of a few months, and it was during that time, I produced the framework of my first book.”
“I see, and how long have you been presenting as you are now, going out in pubic?”
I worried my glossy red lip. “Since Saturday.”
“Oh my god … Nikki … this is only your fourth day, presenting as a girl in public?”
I nodded. “Have I got something wrong—”
“No, Nikki, my darling, you certainly have not.” She slowly shook her head, smiling. “I’m even more impressed. My next question is extremely personal, so you don’t have to answer, but I have to ask.” She paused. “Do you intend to go any further than you have with your feminisation?”
“No, but if it helps to clear up any doubts, I’d be classed by most people as a bisexual crossdresser. I don’t have any mental issues regarding my sexuality or my body, and I have no intention of having surgery.”
“Do you plan to change to your regular appearance occasionally, or would you like to continue as you have for the past few days?”
“I still have a reasonable male wardrobe, but I’m hoping to be brave enough to continue like this. Would my appearance affect me being offered the room?”
“Nikki, my darling, you can dress however you please, and change from one day to the next. It would be a pleasure to have someone so open living in our house. That is, if you like the accommodation we can offer you.” She sipped coffee and put the cup and saucer on the table. “As I said on the phone, all meals are included. I’ll show you the room, and you can think it over.”
“It sounds great so far, thank you.”
I followed her into the spacious hallway, and up the heavily carpeted stairs to the landing. There were several doors and all were open. We entered a room decorated in pink, white, and cream. The wardrobe had three mirrored sliding doors, and the dresser had a three-way mirror. The bed was a double and the wide window, complete with white venetian blind, allowed plenty of natural light to flood the room. In one corner was a comfortable looking armchair, and a door nearby.
Avril said, “This was our daughter’s room. Sabina graduated last year and lives in Amsterdam.”
“It’s a lovely room, and I’d be happy to work at the dresser with my laptop.”
“I have another question, but only because I think we feel comfortable with each other.”
I turned to face her, worried my lip once again, and nodded.
Avril said, “I know you said you’ve only been presenting in public for a few days, but how much of a feminine wardrobe do you have?”
“I should be ashamed.” I laughed. “I only have this outfit and some separate things that work together, although I have a few items of underwear and four pairs of shoes.”
“Far from being ashamed, you should be proud of what you’ve achieved.” She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and squeezed gently. Her perfume was delightful. “Sabina has always preferred to eat and be pretty, rather than starve and pretend to be happy.” She slid the first wardrobe door open to display several items on coat hangers. “She wouldn’t mind if you were to borrow some of her things, and at first glance, I think most would fit.”
“It’s more than I could ask for, but I couldn’t do that, Avril.”
“We girls who are thick around the waist have to support each other, Nikki, so it’s up to you, my darling. The other two wardrobe sections are empty, and if you don’t want this, I’ll pack it away.”
I stepped forward, and lifted out a blue cocktail dress with white trim and held it in front of me.
“Nikki, you’d look great in that frock. If you decide you’d like to take the room, I’ll leave these things for a week to let you try everything on.”
“Thank you.” I nodded to the door near the armchair. “Is that a storage cupboard?”
“No, this is a bonus.” Avril smiled and opened the door to reveal a spacious en suite, complete with a bath, and a shower attachment. The chrome fittings gleamed. The suite was ivory-coloured, while the walls were peach, and the floor and ceiling were white.
“Oh, wow, that’s beautiful, and unexpected.” I looked around the en suite, stepped back into the room, and looked around again. “I’d love to come and live with you, if you and your husband would both be happy to have me.”
“Ben will be as delighted as I am if you moved in.” She looked me up and down, smiling, like earlier. “He might be even more delighted than me.” Avril nodded towards the doorway. “Let’s go downstairs, enjoy another coffee, and work out when we can get you settled in here.”
“If your husband’s welcome is as warm as yours I think I’ll enjoy it here.”
“Nikki, my darling, I think Ben and I will both love having you.”
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