Night life, Double life (boyxboy transgender)

Will you hurry up?" Estelle yells from the hallways.

Of course she won't have to worry about my parents hearing, they're away on a business weekend, again.

"You of all people know that this takes a while." I holler back.

Carefully I slide the liquid eyeliner, forming the cat's eye. Perfection.

Oh, don't worry; it used to take me at least eight tries to get it right.

"All right, I'm coming in." she protests.

Sure enough the door bursts open and the bubbly blonde storms in.

"I'll never be able to get used to this." She says, staring at me.

"Oh get over it." I say, slipping into my hottest pair of wedges.

She continues to stare in absolute silence.

"What?" I say uncomfortably.

I look at myself in the mirror. The bob of auburn hair falls neatly into my neck. My contacts give my eyes a green shine. The mascara and smoky eye shadow, along with the eyeliner, lets them pop. The black top is tight and just revealing enough. A fold conceals the main idea. Down to the knee-length skirt with frills starting in white and fading to red with a black seam. One of my own designs. Further down the perfectly smooth legs in the darker shade of silky stockings. The wonderful pair of black shoes on red wedges.

"I can't find anything wrong Stella." I say, irritated by her reaction.

"I still can't believe you have you have such a perfect form for this, Alex." She says.

I turn to her, my eyes blazing with anger and fear.

"Stella! As long as I'm wearing a bra with fake boobs, a dress and these shoes, I'm Alexis! We can't let slip ups like that happen." I say, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in the girl's clothes.

"Sorry, but I still find it unfair that you can pull it off so easily." She says and pouts.

"Let's get out of here." I say, taking the keys and walking to the garage.

I have to admit, there is an upside to having useless but rich parents. One of them is definitely the red Audi R8 that gets me where I need to be. We park it outside Poison, the greatest nightclub in the area. IDs out and we're ready to dance. A quick flirty glance at the bouncer and we're in. Ok, let me clear something up. I am Alex, an eighteen year old boy. Except for the Fridays of the past year. Then I am Alexis, also eighteen, but very much female. Every Friday, Stella and I come clubbing just to have some fun. Secondly, I'm not gay. Or at least, I don't think so. I've never felt attracted to another guy. I just enjoy getting into girls' clothes to go out every now and then. And I have to admit, dancing with a guy is way more fun.

"It's so unfair." Stella's voice breaks through the haze of tequila.

"What now?" I ask.

"Not only do you look great as a girl, but all the guys in the joint keep checking you out." She says. The same pout on her adorable features again.

"Oh please." I say, smiling in a self-conscious way.

For the first time I actually look at the through the place. There's the guy that bought us a round of drinks. The other two guys I danced with. The older guy perving on Stella. Fine, I get a little more attention than she does. But I couldn't be bothered less; I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment.

"Fancy a dance?" another cute guy comes to steal me away.

I look at Stella. With a roll of her eyes she shoos me away. Throwing myself into the throng known as the dance floor, I really look at the guy swaying his body against mine. He's actually rather cute. Cute brown hair, funky green eyes. And a wonderful body. For a while we just lose ourselves in the trance of the music, bodies close together, sinking into the depths of the dance. He's a great dancer, movements flowing around me. The need for another drink swells in me like the need for oxygen. I hold it in. just a few more moments of wonderful bliss. Eventually it wins. I gasp. He looks at me questioningly and I motion to the bar where Stella's still sitting. She sees me coming and grabs me another tequila. I flop down on a chair and notice the guy sliding into the seat next to me.

"Even when you sit down you're so fricken feminine." Stella hisses as I try to grab the drink.

She keeps it just out of my reach. My drunk and tired and needy body doesn't have enough energy to reach for it and fight her off, so I slump weakly back into the chair.

"A tequila for the lady." The guy who danced with me says.

I turn around and smile at him, his eyes catching me unawares, making me blush. I pick up the drink and sip at it suggestively.

"I think he really likes you." Stella whispers in my ear.

"Say what." I say.

She giggles and winks.

"So what?" I say.

"Dare you to kiss him, Alexis." She whispers, suddenly extremely sober.

"No, I can't!" I whisper.

"Just do it!" she says.

And disappears. I look awkwardly at him. He really is hot. No wait, what am I thinking? I dunno, but I like it.

We step back onto the dance floor, slowly drowning under the beat. Again his body against mine, closer, hotter, harder. Falling ever deeper. Needing breath but fighting the urge. Dancing. Twirling. Being. With him. I don't get these feelings, but they're making me crazy. And so is he. I feel him breathing in my neck, hearing each sharp intake. His body rubbing closer to mine. I look up into those green eyes. I won't fight it anymore. He seems to be giving in to exactly the same urge. I stand on my toes, crashing my lips onto his. It feels as if his mouth is erasing all my worries. His tongue snakes its way past my lips to slowly dance with mine. My eyes snap open and I see him staring into mine. He pulls away, a slight smile still on his face.

"How'd you like another drink?" he asks, steering me to the bar. I kissed a guy. My first kiss ever was with a GUY.

And I loved it...

Thank God for Estelle. In some way she managed to get the guy (his name is Ruben) to go dance again. And thank God for tequila. Alcohol might not make me forget, but it sure as hell makes anything just a brighter purple (I detest pink and prefer to refrain from using it).

"Estelle, I think I'm gay." I say unsteadily.

She looks at me, utter disbelief on her face.

"What, you only figured it out now? You took your fucking time!" she says.

"You mean you knew?" I ask, feeling slightly stung but mostly stupid.

"Uhm, let's see... Wears girls' clothes. Calls self Alexis. Dances with guys. Just kissed a hot guy so fricken passionately. Yup. YOU'RE GAY!"

"It does sound kinda stupid when you say it like that..." I admit, caving under her onslaught. "So what do I do now?" I ask.

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