Naked

2 Lacking in the mister part

I groaned and turned on the other side of my cot, not quite ready to wake up yet. I snuggled deeper in my blankets, my mind groggy but unable to fall back to sleep.

A few torturous minutes ticked by before I was jolted awake by the remembrance of a note to meet a certain man in the morning. A pained moan escaped my lips as I ran a hand through my messy hair, pulling a few knots along the way. It was the first time in ages I had something to do with myself other than nothing.

I pushed the covers off my body and stood to stretch my aching limbs. The mirror on the side of my room was cracked and miserable in its hanging place but it still served me efficiently. I gave a few slaps on my cheeks and tousled my shoulder length hair to wake myself further. I took a look, smoothing my mess but I knew what I would see.

A birds nest of dark auburn hair, a fair complexion that rivaled that of dead people, full and luscious pink lips and of course my eyes. Deep dark, green emerald eyes, the likes of which only existed on a Queen's jewels. That shade I inherited from my father and it was the only family heirloom I possessed. All and all I could pass fair as a woman...

I was taller in comparison with the women I associated myself and with the many years I spent running and being hungry, I had a very trimmed frame. But there was no mistaking the feminine build I had with a slim waist and wider hips  so it was a wonder how some people thought I was a man. I blamed it on stupidity. But it serves a purpose and it was quite comfortable being a man. 

So as I stood facing the mirror admiring my physique Lynette walked in with an armful of clothing. She lingered at the door, eyes infinitesimally closed and a curious look on her face as if she saw a cow eating another cow.

'Sometimes I cannot help but wonder of whether your male persona wants to hump your female one. It is a very disturbing thought to have' she mused shaking her head.

I chuckled at her muttering, turning my gaze to her.

'Ooh, and what makes you think that I haven't?'

'Your hand doesn't count'she snapped back.

She dropped the clothing on the bed and crossed her arms over her plump chest.

'You need to get ready, ma chérie. That man surely is not going to wait for you' and then she was out the door before even a fart could escape me.

I got dressed in a matter of minutes. First the socks, then the shirt, the trousers, my padded vest and lastly my coat. All of them cheap and worn by the many years I had them.

The padded vest was actually Lynette's idea as my body was a far cry from a male one. She made that for me to fill in the 'problematic' areas in order to look more square on the midriff. It achieved its goal fairly enough but should anyone ever laid a hand on me would be left to wonder at how stiff I was. 

After tying my hair with a ribbon on the back, it was time to head up from my room at the bottom of this house of unmatrimonial acts, to have breakfast. I closed the door behind me and ventured up the wooden stairs, passed a deal of closed doors and  made my way to the small room we used as a dining room. Upon entering all eyes landed on me.

'Going out again, Foxy?' came the sweet voice of Lola followed by another.

'Of course, she is, silly. She can't stay here or she 'll be tempted to join us.'

'Can you get me some soap?'

'Oh please, I want a bit of cheese!'

'Girls!' I shouted and silenced the mayhem of voices. With the most idiotic grin I could muster, I added clutching one lapel of my coat.