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Cynthia’s Visit Part 8

Following Frankie into her apartment, I’m extremely happy with how warm it is compared to outside. At this point in the evening, my bare legs are like blocks of ice!

“Make yourself comfortable,” Frankie says, throwing her jacket onto the sofa. “You want a drink?”

Cautiously, I step towards her kitchen bar. “Like a…. drink—drink?” I ask.

Frankie smiles as she bends down to open her fridge. “What kinda gal are you? White, red…or beer?”

I’ve been forced to drink so much red wine recently. Apparently, it’s more feminine to drink than beer.

“Red,” I answer hesitantly.

“I don’t have any red in here!” Frankie replies, standing up again with a big smile on her face. “I was hoping you were going to say white!”

I blush. “I can drink the beer if you like?”

“Do you like beer?” Frankie asks, pulling an expression of disbelief.

“Yes,” I’m quick to answer.

“O-kay…,” Frankie says, unenthusiastically reaching back into the fridge to pull a bottle out. “Just didn’t expect it from a woman as dainty and pretty as you.”

“Dainty?” I reply, twisting off the cap as she hands it to me. “Is that really how you see me?”

Frankie puts her head in both of her hands and leans on the counter towards me with a smug expression. “I sure do! I also said pretty if you didn’t hear that.”

I look into her eyes, expecting her to start laughing at any moment, but she doesn’t. She just keeps looking at me longingly.

“Erm…,” I say, taking an uncomfortable swig of beer. “Thank you.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Y-yeah….?”

“Why do you try and hide your body so much?”

Placing the beer back onto the counter, I look down at myself in the costume Cynthia brought for me. It really leaves nothing to the imagination! If only Frankie knew the truth about me, then she’d understand why.

“I don’t do that,” I answer, feeling the heat of embarrassment stinging my cheeks.

Frankie’s eyes move down my body and linger at my chest. “You do,” she replies, biting her bottom lip.

Is this how it feels to be objectified? She’s fixated on my chest! I turn my body slightly, so they aren’t in her line of sight. Frankie quickly looks up at me and her face has gone extremely red!

It’s ironic. The sort of burning red I see on her cheeks is exactly like how I’d be when I was a teenager. That time Vicky at school caught me looking forever scares me.

“Oh sorry!” Frankie says, placing a hand over her mouth as she stands. “I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”

Frankie then reaches into the fridge and pulls out another bottle of beer. “I’m not used to having other women in my apartment,” she explains, taking a long swig.

Sadly, I understand exactly how she feels. Not only women—barely anyone ever comes around to my place to see me. Well, not since Cynthia visited anyway.

“I understand,” I answer, giving her a gentle smile.

Frankie doesn’t say anything at first, she looks away and takes another swig of her beer. As she takes another longer swig, I can see her deep in thought. Clearly, something is bothering her.

“Are you ok?” I ask, still waiting for her to say anything at all.

Taking another swig of her beer, she finally looks in my direction with an anxious look on her face.

“Fuck it,” she says, finishing her beer and placing it on the counter. “I’m extremely attracted to you Katie.”

“There I’ve said it—and now you probably want to tell me we are just friends!”

Stunned, I take a step back and my mouth falls open. I can’t believe a real human just said that about me!?

Wait! She’s saying that about Katie—not the real me.

“Don’t look so shocked!” Frankie complains, snatching my beer from my hands to take a long swig. “I’m not that bad!”

Frankie takes another long swig and looks down dejected at the floor. “I take it from your silence that you aren’t interested in me?”

I don’t know what to say! I just stand frozen on the spot. I was never prepared for anything like this. I was supposed to be on a date with Ken, not a Frankie.

Frankie sighs and rubs her eyes. “Messaged received--’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Walking out from behind the kitchen bar, she steps into the living room and starts moving the pillows. I watch on, still wondering what I should do!

“So stupid Frank,” she says, muttering to herself as she prepares the sofa to sleep on. “So…stupid!”

I step toward the sofa and a lump forms in my throat. She deserves to know the truth, no matter if that means she kicks me out. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I damaged Frankie’s confidence! She’s been so nice to me.

“F-Frankie…?” I say, as my voice cracks. “You’re not stupid! I…. erm…... think you should know something about me.”

Frankie looks up from the sofa. “You’re not into girls…. are you? You don’t have to say, I’ve worked that much out. I mean, you were on a date with Ken.. weren’t you.”

“I like girls,” I answer, instantly causing Frankie to stop what she’s doing.

“You….do?”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you.”

Frankie puts a single finger into the air like he’s telling me to stop talking. I watch as she walks off toward what must be her bedroom. It’s like the worst timing—I’m losing my courage, to be honest with her!

“This might seems completely random!” Frankie shouts back to me from her room. “I’ve got these outfits and I think we should try them on!”

I step closer to the bedroom door and peek inside. Her room is extremely messy. I can barely see the floor from all the stuff stern about the place. Nothing like the rest of her place.

“Katie!” she shouts, looking at a box on the bed.

“Yeah..?” I say, causing her to jump as I step into the room and stand next to her.

“Do you…..,” she says, grinning and brushing hair behind one ear. “Do you remember the Spice Girls?”

“I know some of their songs,” I answer, watching her pull out a sparkling dress with a Union Jack design.

Frankie continues to pull items out of the box on the bed. Seems she must really like them. I pick a white skirt and hold it up.

“I had a huge crush on Ginger Spice,” Frankie admits. “How about you… what crushes did you have growing up?”

“Jessica Alba,” I reply, putting the skirt down.

Stopping to give me a wide smile, Frankie points down at the Union Jack dress. “I’m not sure if you’re into me or not, but I’ve always had this fantasy of dressing as Posh Spice and Making out with Ginger.”

I look at the very short-looking Union Jack dress and I instantly feel fear. I wouldn’t be able to pass in it!

“I can’t do that,” I reply, wanting to take myself out of the situation as soon as I could.

“Wait,” Frankie says, reaching out to grab my arm to stop me from leaving. “Is it because you were born a man?”

I swing my face back around to look her in the eyes. “What!?”

Frankie smiles gently but looks away. “S-sorry…. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

“What are you saying?” I ask, trying to brush it off like it isn’t true.

“I feel it’s important to tell you I don’t mind,” Frankie replies, nodding her head. “At first I wasn’t sure, but as the night has gone on, I became more and more certain. You’re extremely passable—very lucky.”

“I….,” I pause, not sure what to say.

“You’re wondering what my plan is aren’t you?” Frankie says, giving me a subtle wink. “Look, all my cards out on the table. I know you’re from birth a guy, but I want you to know that’s not what I see. I see an extremely pretty, but shy girl who’s looking for fun!”

“I’m attracted to you completely,” Frankie takes hold of the Union Jack dress. “I’m asking you now, will you dress like Ginger spice for me?”

“You…knew?” I repeat, feeling actually relieved.

“Yeah,” She answers. “Your voice was the biggest giveaway. It’s good but needs more work.”

I shake my head, trying to make sense of everything. “This is moving too quick. Are you saying you want to make out with me?”

“Stop thinking too much,” Frankie says, giggling like a schoolgirl. “I’ve always wanted to do this and I think you’re the perfect person to do it with! Please, let's dress up and fool around already!”

“You want me to wear this?” I ask, taking the dress from her hands.

“Yes,” she answers, reaching down to pick up some bright red boots. “Please! You clearly like dressing up—why else would you be dressed as a bunny right now!”

I look at the boots, then look up into her wide hopeful eyes. “You really wanna do this? You wanna be with me even though I’m dressed like this?”

Frankie shoves the boots at me. “I’m not like you’re friend Cynthia—I’m not going to force you. But, I think we could be more than friends and this would be a dream come true for me and I would love you for doing it.”

“Plus….I’m not confident. This might be the only time I feel comfortable around someone as stunning as you.”

“Cos I’m a guy?” I ask bluntly.

“You’re not a guy,” Frankie laughs. “But I know what you're saying and I guess it has made me feel more comfortable around you, yeah!”

I look at the dress in my arms and the boots she’s holding out for me. I think I’m going to do it!

“Where can I change?” I ask, giving her the cheekiest smile.

Frankie squeals with excitement and bounces on the spot. “Fuck yeah! Katie, you’re the best!”

Frankie leads me into her bathroom and leaves the outfit she wants me to wear. She tells me she’s going to dress for me too. Finding it a little awkward to remove my tight bunny outfit, I soon have myself stripped down to my forms. I’m a little sweaty…it’s kinda gross.

I pull on the blue panties, zip up the red boots, and carefully thread my body into the dress. The dress doesn’t even cover my crotch—It’s so short!

Taking a look in the mirror to check my hair and makeup, all I can see is my breast forms squeezed together. Like two large buns. I look a little like Ginger Spice. I hope it’s good enough for her.

Brushing out my hair with my hands, I can’t help but smile! Cynthia comes to the front of my mind and how non of this would be happening without her! Her visiting me has completely changed my life! I owe her so much!

“Kaite?” Frankie says, knocking on the door “Posh Spice is ready for you!”

Feeling so confident, sexy, and happy for the first time in ages, I blow a kiss at myself in the mirror. Swinging open the bathroom door, Frankie is standing in her living room waiting for me.

She’s taken off that horrible old suit and she’s standing in just that white skirt and a white bra. I’m stunned at how she looks! It’s like chalk and cheese from the outfit she wore moments around. The woman is so sexy!

“OH my!” Frankie says, grinning ear to ear. “You look great in that dress! You wear it so much better than I do!”

I can see her looking me up and down. The lust in her eyes makes me feel so good about myself.

“You look fantastic too!” I reply, taking an awkward step into my new chunky red boots. “Honestly, I’m jealous!”

“Thanks, Katie,” Frankie blushes, stepping closer to me, but staring down at my feet.

She steps just in front of me, then slowly places her arms on my sides. I do the same, and it’s awkward for us both.

“K-kiss…me,” Frankie commands, looking deep into my eyes.

I’ve not kissed a girl for like a year! I should have drunk more of the liquid courage!

“Don’t keep me waiting….Ginger,” Frankie continues, using her arms to press my body against hers.

Frankie closes her eyes and waits patiently.

Expecting myself to chicken out, I’m surprised as our lips touch. Sparks fly as she kisses me back!

“Good kisser! I hope you’re just as good in the bedroom!”

Grabbing my hand, she tugs me towards her room! I can’t believe this is happening! Thank you, Cynthia—where ever you are!