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Cynthia’s Visit Part 6

Have you ever had a moment when you wonder just how you got there?

Standing in a darkened bar with people I barely know, dressed in the tightest bunny outfit—I’m having one of those moments. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life.

If that’s not bad enough, This Party that Ken and Oliver have taken us to is an office do!

“You ok, Katie...?” Cynthia asks in a caring manner

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I grumble, adjusting my tight-fitting outfit.

Cynthia grins before leaning towards me to talk directly in my ear.

“So, I overheard Oliver talking to Ken at the bar,” she says, as I watch the nameless faces moving around the bar. “They’re in a competition with some other guys at their work to bring the hottest dates.”

I shrug my shoulders. “So?”

“IT means they clearly think we’re hot enough to show off!”

“Are you serious?” I moan, folding my arms tighter to hide my body. “No wonder they are both single!”

“Don’t be so sour,” Cynthia replies, poking me in the side. “Don’t you feel kinda….. flattered? It’s like we are trophy girlfriends!”

“I certainly don’t feel like a trophy girlfriend,” I reply with sarcasm. “More like a prized vegetable.”

“Well….,” Cynthia chuckles, pointing out the boys through the crowd. “Here come our men! Try not to get too excited and let your eggplant give us away!”

“What!?” I reply stunned. “Why would you say that!? I’m already worried that’s going to happen!”

Ignoring me, Cynthia starts waving the boys over like a looney. As they approach, I can see they’ve brought me a glass of wine.

I hate wine.

“Hi, sexy ladies….,” Oliver smirks, trying to act suave. “We bring sweet nectar.”

Ken then holds out a large glass of red wine in my direction. I give it a dirty look.

“I don’t like red,” I complain, refusing to take it from him.

“That’s funny,” Oliver mocks, giving me a cheeky grin. “We thought you would—considering how you slammed back all that sangria the other night!”

Even Cynthia joins in giggling at my expense. I did get a little tipsy.

“Oh fine,” I huff, snatching the glass from Ken’s fingers.

“Looks like my date is on her time of the month,” Ken mischievously jokes.

Dead silence follows as Oliver looks at us both nervously.

The moment is so awkward, I couldn’t help but chug down a large gulp of wine. It’s not hard to see why Ken finds it so difficult with women. He’s a bit of a clueless dope.

“So, who’s the boss...?” Cynthia questions, looking around the bar in curiosity. “Is he rich?”

Oliver also turns to look around at the crowd. After a second, he turns back to Cynthia with the widest grin. “Do you wanna meet her?”

“Sure thing!” Cynthia answers, sipping at the wine Ken gave her.

“Excellent,” Oliver replies, lightly punching Ken in the arm. “See you later, mate. I’m going to show my sexy lady off to the high brass. That’s sure to get me seen as a family man!”

Taking hold of Cynthia’s hand, he pulls her away from my side.

“Oh, how exciting! ” Cynthia giggles as Ken takes her in his arm and taps her gently on the backside.

Cynthia looks back at me as they start walking away. “Didn’t realize I’m wife material!” she shouts back with a big smile

Watching them disappear into the crowd, I give Ken an uncomfortable smile and sip at my wine.

“Sorry for the period joke,” Ken says, breaking the silence between us. “I just thought with you being a……y’know, you’d find it ironically funny.”

“It’s ok,” I answer, looking down at my fake feminine chest protruding so obviously from my outfit. “I’m just on edge. It’s not every day I go out to a party wearing things like this on my chest.”

“Yeah…,” Ken laughs uneasily, trying his best not to look at my very exposed fake chest.

“You can look dude…,” I joke, laughing at him desperately trying not to. “They aren’t real, so I’m not offended.”

“Sorry…,” Ken chuckles, looking just as uncomfortable. “They just look so real and that body of yours! I don’t see anything but a sexy woman—you make me so nervous.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. Why, does that surprise you?”

“Well, sorta. I’ve only really dressed in front of the mirror before.”

“I see a gorgeous woman standing before me. I’m actually terrified you’re going to ditch me like all the other women I’ve liked.”

LIKED….?

My face goes bright red. How am I supposed to feel about that?

“Kenneth!” A voice shouts, taking his attention away from my blushing face.

I look up to see who’s calling for him and it’s a short, skinny guy dressed in a very sharp-looking suit. Clearly supposed to be James Bond, but with that man bun on his head, he looks silly.

“I knew I’d catch you hiding in the corner, Ken,” the guy says, joining us with a big smile. “Has Oliver ditched you again?”

“Evening, Frank,” Ken answers, pointing at me. “This is my new friend Katie.”

Frank smiles at me as Ken introduces us both.

“Love the outfit,” Frank says, looking me directly in the eyes.

That has me confused, every person I’ve been introduced to so far looks directly down at my chest.

“Thanks,” I reply. “It’s a little too revealing for my liking. I feel like I’m about to bust out of it at any moment.”

“Don’t be silly,” Frank laughs, opening the jacket of his suit. “Still, if you want to borrow my Jacket at any point, you just let me know.”

Frank continues to talk with me and Ken for a while. He’s very funny. I really appreciate it when he suggests we sit. My heels are starting to pinch at my feet something fierce. How do girls wear these things!?

Ken even seems to lighten up in Frank’s presence. I guess Frank must be the office nice guy. Well, it appears that way to me.

“More drinks?” Ken asks, standing up from our table.

“You’re a gentleman and a scholar,” Frank laughs, nodding his head.

Strangely enough, as Ken disappears into the crowd, I don’t feel nervous around Frank. That’s a good thing because as soon as Ken’s gone, a slow dance song comes on the sound system.

Instantly, I know what Frank’s thinking as he holds his hand out over the table toward me.

“Wanna dance...?” he asks, giving me a friendly smile.

“I don’t think Ken would like that,” I say, knowing full well how that feels when your date dancing with another guy.

Frank chuckles, gently taking hold of my hand. “Trust me, he won’t mind!”

Frank doesn’t give me a second to think before he’s pulled me onto my high heels.

Awkwardly following behind him, Frank pulls me onto the dance floor and takes hold of my sides.

Pressing his narrow hips against mine, Frank takes the lead. As we dance to the music, he brings himself closer still, and my fake chest presses against his chest.

“I bet those heels are pinching…,” Frank whispers into my ear as we dance. “You’re braver than I am.”

“Guys are so lucky they don’t have to wear them,” I answer with a cheeky grin, having heard girls say that in the past.

“Tell me about it,” Frank chuckles. “Still, guys don’t get to wear sexy little outfits like yours!”

“KATIE!” I hear from behind me.

Still, in Frank’s arms, I look around to see a very pissed-looking Cynthia clinging to Oliver.

Cynthia and Oliver dance over to us and the two of them start laughing like maniacs. They are all over each other—like horney teenagers

“Where’s Ken!?” Cynthia giggles, leaning her head into Oliver’s chest.

“Getting drinks, I answer, as frank continues to slowly turn me to the music.

“Hey Oliver,” Frank says. “Seems you’ve brought the life and soul of the party!” he jokes, smiling at Cynthia.

“She’s a handful alright,” Oliver replies, holding Cynthia tighter to his body as they continue to dance to the music. “Might have to spank her later if she doesn’t start behaving!”

“Oi Kinky!” Cynthia mischievously screeches, throwing her arms up into the air—knocking a drink flying from the hand of a nearby person’s hand.

As the drink flies through the air, it’s headed straight toward me and Frank. Frank pushes me out of the way and takes the full brunt of the drink down his spotless black suit.

“Ah, biscuits!” Frank grumbles, looking down at his ruined outfit. “This is rented!”

Cynthia throws a hand over her mouth. “Sorry, sweety!”

“It’s ok,” Frank replies graciously. “Lucky I’ve got a spare outfit in my car.”

“Do you need any help, Frank?” Oliver asks, clearly feeling a little guilty about Cynthia’s behavior.

“No,” Frank says, reaching out to grab my hand. “I’m sure Ken won’t mind if Katie here helps me into my other outfit.”

Looking at Cynthia’s guilty face, I shrug my shoulders as Frank pulls me away from the dance floor and to the entrance.

“I’m not sure about this,” I complain as Frank guides me to the exit.

“Why?” Frank asks, giving me a curious look. “Surely this sort of thing has happened to you before on a night out. Girls look after their friends, right?”

“Friends?” I ask, blushing.

As the cold London air hits my scantily clad body, Frank keeps pulling me towards the car park.

“Here we are,” Frank says, opening a small pink-colored hatchback.

I hate to gender stereotype, but It’s a very odd car for a guy.

“It’s in here somewhere,” Frank laughs, climbing into the back seat. “I wasn’t feeling confident enough to wear this tonight, so I went with James Bond, but I guess I’m also joining the sexy bunny club tonight.”

“Huh?” I reply, feeling like I heard him wrong. Did he say he’s got a  bunny costume too!?

Frank looks back at me over his shoulder as I lean down to look into the car.

“Yeah...,” he answers with a big smile, holding up the bunny ears. “Super happy you and Cynthia are here dressed like bunnies too. Would feel very self-conscious if it was just me!”

“B-but,” I mumble, feeling awkward that this guy is about to cross-dress. Does he know I’m a crossdresser too!? Is that why he’s talking about wearing one too!?

“But what?” Frank asks, now sitting in the back seat removing his jacket. “Don’t tell me you don’t think I have the body for it. I need support right now Katie. I’m very body shy!”

Feeling so incredibly awkward, I have no idea what to say. I just watch Frank undressing further in the back seat of his car.

“Can you….,” Frank says, unbuttoning his shirt. “Shield me from view rather than just gawking at me.”

“Oh sure,” I say startled, almost hitting my head on the car roof as I stand.

Listening to Frank change, I’m so tempted to ask him how long he’s been cross-dressing. Maybe that would allow me to share my secret too.

“Hey Katie,” Frank continues as I hear him shifting around. “Thanks for letting me be the guy when dancing earlier.”

“Say what?” I ask, lowering my head to look into the car.

My eyes almost pop right out of my head.

“Frank!?” I squeak, looking at his naked chest. “You’ve got…..You’re a woman!?”

“Well yeah!” Frank answers, adjusting the strapless bra she’s just put on. “Did you not know that?”

“NO!” I answer, now feeling super uncomfortable that she’s almost naked in front of me.

“I have always been a bit of a tomboy,” Frank timidly laughs, giving me a smirk. “I guess my costume was too convincing, huh?”

“But everyone is calling you Frank?”

“Yeah…it’s short for Frankie.”

“Oh,” I answer, going bright red.

“Sorry Katie,” Frankie continues. “I didn’t think you’d mind dancing with another girl. I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

I’m not sure what else to say. I can’t believe Frank is a girl! I stand and start shielding her again. I guess I really shouldn’t be looking! If she knew I’m a guy she’d be so annoyed!

Waiting patiently for her to finish getting dressed, the cold air starts to make me shiver.

Stepping out of the car in black high heels, Frankie stands and gives me the widest smile. It’s like a complete night-and-day transformation. Her long legs and curvy body are incredibly feminine in that tight bunny outfit. Even though her chest is very modest, she’s clearly a very attractive young lady. Crazy!

“Do I look silly?” Frankie asks in reaction to my staring. “I know I’m going to get so many comments about this outfit. I’m more… one of the guys at work. ”

“Y-you,” I stutter, continuing to blush in her presence. “You look…sexy.”

“Thanks, Katie! That means a lot to me,” She says with a beaming smile. “We should go back inside. I’m sure Ken is wondering where we’ve gone.”

“Probably,” I answer, brushing hair from my face.

“I do want to dance with you some more,” Frankie says as her cheeks go red. “I’m enjoying your company.”