Beginning of something more...

Arron and William continued to talk a little bit, Arron more than a bit surprised at how easy it was talk with him, and William, for his part, more than a bit enthralled at the woman in front of him. She didn't seem to care all that much that his son was gay, something that he knew was nothing to be embarrassed about but still found it rather difficult to discuss so openly in front of people, especially from this town. IT could be because she didn't grow up or live in the town for long but being from the East seemed to be more of a reason for her to be open to the idea, an odd but very welcome occurrence.

Arron, for his part, found William to be open, engaging, and very easy to talk with. The man worked as an engineer with the city so he was often out on calls and he drove all over the place. He was also widowed, his wife of 15 years having died 4 years earlier. He felt that the two of them could bond over that and it was yet another thing that they were connecting on. In the back of his mind, he was aware that the man saw him as a woman but there was more of him saying that this was a good chance to make friends and keeping company was a good thing. Besides, he wasn't giving off any sort of signals or desires, nothing like that...or was he? It was all too confusing at the moment.

William smiled warmly as Arron shook his hand again and said his goodbyes before he walked back to the car and drove off. His son had made a good connection with someone, especially someone who had just come in and had gotten a director position. He hoped he would speak with her again. Turning, he walked back into the house and stopped as he spotted his son standing at the foot of the stairs, a knowing smile on his face. "What?"

"Oh nothing, nothing at all," he sang back before turning and walking up to his room. William muttered about the uselessness of the new generation and went off to find some steaks for dinner.

"So...how'd it go?"

Arron looked up from his position on the couch and smiled as Sarah came into the room and sat down opposite from her. "Not bad, been a bit busy but that office...man..." He filled her in on the details of the day, from the picture taking to the lunch room and the office furniture book, before settling on dropping off Derek at his place.

"Oh, so, about this Derek guy...?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Maybe if he found out I was your dad in drag, perhaps. He's gay."

Sarah merely nodded at that. "What about his father? He sounds like he was interested in you."

"Nah, it's not like that. I was just being polite." Arron waved it off and continued with his story but the more Sarah observed, the more it seemed like there was something underlying his father's recent encounter. "...Besides, I have yet to understand this town. It's so...odd...."

With him lost in thought, Sarah excused herself from the couch and went off to her room. Arron finished closing up the rest of the house before he turned and walked back to his room. The hip pads came off when he went into the shower but otherwise, as per Tom's instructions, he kept them on to get used to the sensation of having extra padding as well as to get adjusted to his body movements. He couldn't help but admit his brother was right, when he wore them, he moved differently and his body responded differently.

He then looked at his breasts in the mirror. He was careful to touch up and cover any portion that couldn't be naturally contoured to appear real and solidly a part of him but he also began to question why they felt natural, why he seemingly didn't spend more than 5 minutes total throughout the day feeling and dealing with their jiggle or the way they just jutted out there for any and all to see.

Arron had put up his hair as he had been shown by Sarah and after making sure that he had locked up the rest of the house, turned to Youtube and pulled up the makeup tutorial he was following at the moment. It seemed a bit childish for him to do things like this but he knew it had to be done, he needed to get the experience in putting on and using all these things, and the best way was to watch someone do it. The price of beauty, she had told him and he merely clicked his tongue at his wife. Now, in her position, what he wouldn't give to not have to deal with this bullshit.