Chapter Thirty-Three: Till Food Do Us Part and Foxy Footsie

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Briar's therapist once asked if he could remember the first time he had felt drawn towards things the world saw as feminine. And after looking at the woman for a while, drawing blanks in his mind, it wasn't until she crossed her legs and smiled encouragingly at him that a phantom bell rang in his ears.

"There was the time..." he had begun, not quite able to meet her eyes and instead looking at her plant collection as he retold his memory, still not entirely comfortable in sharing such personal things. 

This time, he took Doctor Niami back to his high school days. Around the age of fourteen/fifteen, Briar was still very much devoted to his education, extremely hard working and focused on his future, while struggling internally over his crush for the cute rugby player he watched practice every lunch break. All of these stresses and expectations placed on his shoulders explained why being called into the Headmistress's office left him with an anxious stomach-ache. Fixing his tie, making sure his top button hadn't come undone and swallowing thickly, he had knocked on the door before obeying the voice that called for him to enter the room. 

Miss Everdale was a lovely woman. Far too lovely to not be on television screens and much too young for such a serious job, her skin like a field of perfect snow, lips a deep rose red and eyes brighter than sapphires. And while Briar was attracted to her physically, as were the many hormonal students, what always drew his eye the most was how she dressed. In hindsight, he could now see why she put so much thought into her appearance; she was a young woman in a position of power, many teachers under her management were male and much older- in age and opinions. There were so many obstacles for her to overcome simply due to her gender, and every little thing she did was analysed, right down to her choice of fashion.

Briar was perhaps the only one out of his friends who when the headmistress walked by, watched her bottom sway not only because it was enticing, but because he couldn't help but appreciate the trousers she wore. They were full length and grey, mostly, but not frumpy and old but wonderfully feminine, usually paired with a light turtleneck or shirt and a blazer. They were nothing mind-blowing, but it was the first time he had seen an upper-class woman wear something that wasn't a skirt or other such typically feminine article of clothing, yet she managed to wear them in a way she liked. 

And during that meeting where he was called into her office, he couldn't stop himself from watching her legs, waistline or shoulders. He loved how they looked and wondered... would he look just as good in those clothes? Would he feel beautiful too? If she could wear clothing that had been originally aimed towards men and turn them into something that suited her, maybe he could do the same?

That night, while his parents were out at yet another dinner party and the house were dark and lonely, he tried on a skirt for the first time. And standing in front of his mirror, an ugly skirt suffocating his too wide waist and heels far too small for his big feet, he experienced a thrill run down his spine and pool in his belly.

He looked, and felt, quite pretty. 

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The sound of a slamming car door brought Briar out of his mind and right back to reality- a reality where rather than a pleasant warmth blooming in his stomach; apprehension curdled it.

"Are you coming, Beauty?" Jesse asked, poking their head back into the car while fixing their clothes. 

"G-Give me a minute" he choked, looking out the window and seeing if anyone was around and watching. Disliking his visible unease, Devon and Quinn turned around in the front seats. 

"Love, you look stunning. But there's a suit in the boot of the car if you'd rather quickly get changed. We still have twenty minutes before our reservation time". 

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