End of Date night

Eventually, we reached our destination. I had figured I could take Ash to a fabric shop, we could shop for some fabric and I would have fun looking at some of the patterns. Figuring out what I would want to do if I could make a pattern. Walking in we spent a while just looking around at different fabrics, materials. I was shocked by how soft some of this stuff was. While I was feeling some of the softer material, Ash leaned in and whispered:

“So, are you someone who would want to wear some more, effeminate garb?” I paused for a minute. And then made a face that could only be described as pure confused amusement. “What?”

I just whispered back. “That was, easily, the most ridiculous way to ask if I’m a cross dresser.”

She punched me in the arm as i began to laugh. “Look i know for some guys that’s a really embarrassing thing.” After I recomposed myself.

“I don’t have any means of crossdressing. We got rid of all my mom’s stuff before I put two and two together that it was a thing. So I’m open to doing some, just, don’t know where to start.”

“Mk… I can work with that.” Ash said with that domme smile.

We passed a few patterns I really liked. Ash decided to buy a few yards of them and said she’d make me something. It was fun to see her in this space. She expressed her desire to get back into this. But I don’t know how her pursuit would have gone. So I decided to kick her in the right direction.

We went back to her car after a while in the store. The lady in charge was great, giving us plenty of tips, tricks etc. She was delightful. After we got back to her car she just put her head on my shoulder and hugged me.

“Thank you for bringing me here. I didn’t know this existed.”

“Ya, you said you wanted to get into sewing stuff, so I wanted to give you something to work with.”

“Thank you. I appreciate you listening and acting on it. Want to grab some lunch?”

“Sure.” I kissed her hand and squeezed it close to my chest.”

“So I take it makeup isn’t something you’ve dabbled in?”

“Nope, similar reason. Why are you so interested in bringing out my fem side?”

“You aren’t ultra masc. And so I’m just curious if there’s a girl side in there, a neutral side. Where that energy is.”

“That’s fair. It’s certainly something I’ve wondered about in myself but I’ve never had a moment of “My life would be better if I were: blank””

“Ya, but other than some anger i can sense in there. I don’t see much super strong masc, ness.”

“Sounds right. There’s definitely a primal beast in there, but it doesn’t show up much.”

“So are there any particular things in clothing that you like? Skirts? Lingerie? Dresses?”

“So a lot of those, I’m game for, but the thing that hasn’t really been brought up is. I have a big, latex kink.”

“OOoooooooh, I wanna try that sooo bad.”

“Right! I’ve already done a bunch of research, I just. Need money.”

“I mean you’ve got some.”

“Ya but using family money for that just feels wrong.”

“So do commissions.”

“Like, art commissions?”

“Ya! You’re already a great artist. Just, put that into makin money.”

“I suppose. The whole finishing school thing was more important in my mind.”

“That’s fair. You should at least set up your page and everything.”

“Ye, I'll get on that tomorrow.”

We eventually pulled into lunch, it was a small hole in the wall sandwich shop. I grabbed a cherry soda out of the fridge where they kept their drinks. We ordered food, and sat out on their patio.

“So how do you feel about Exhib?”

“I’m pretty game.”

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“I’m okay with like, utilizing a remote toy to play in public.”

“Mk. that’s something I feel similarly toward.”

“Do we just share all the same kinks?”

“Eh, I have a lot of kinks that I’m okay with but they don’t have a chance of existing.” I took a second before saying anything. I know. I know for a fact. That some things she’s thinking of. Can exist with Lily. But I'm not there yet. Our food arrived and we cut the kink talk. We enjoyed our sandwiches, but I thought of the immediate thing that needed to be addressed.

“So, are you going home after this?”

“Ya, I should.”

“Anything I can do?”

“No, you’ve done a lot.”

“If you need to come over again, you can.”

“I appreciate that. But I need to face the music.” I just grabbed her hand.

“Okay. We’ll get through this.” She squeezed my hand. Smiling and pulling me up to head back to the car.

We went back to my place and dropped me off. I sat in my living room and just kinda took in the weekend. Ash was gonna be in for a rough spot. She can probably get back on cheer. But I doubt she’ll want to. She’s got enough dirt on the other girls I imagine if it came down to it she could stay out of trouble. But I get the feeling she’s just, gonna do what she wants. I’m not the first person Ash has shown more kindness to than others. So I imagine she won’t be alone. Coming home and cuddling just set that it’s one of my favorite things to do into stone. I could do that any day. The sex was, just, delightful. It was loving and fun and I am really glad Ash got to enjoy herself. And having her top was so much fun. I look forward to doing that more, but it is something I know will come with a lot of negotiation. At some point my dad walked in.

“Hey bud, how’s it goin?”

“I’m alright, Ash went home. She told me you two chatted last night.”

“Ya, you were napping and she came out to grab something. She’s not part of your normal group of friends is she?”

“No, she’s a cheerleader. Or she was. I don’t know what’s going on with that.”

“Oh? She in trouble?”

“The other cheerleaders aren’t nearly as nice as Ash is. And I think they kicked her off the squad.”

“Ouch, well sounds like she’s gonna need to make some hard choices soon.”

“Ya, I wanna support her. She’s already done a lot of work.”

“She seems to be helping support you pretty well.”

“Mhm. She’s been pretty great. She uh, wants me to get therapy.”

“Ya?”

“Ya, I, don’t know.”

“Well when your mom passed, I got a lot of therapy. I go back every month. I could go more but, I’m a lot better.”

“So you think I should go?”

“I think everyone should go. But only if they are ready. And not everyone is. You need to be ready before you go in. Temper your expectations.”

“I think I want to. Just, not quite yet. I want to try and deal with one issue. And then I’ll be good to go.”

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready. Just let me know.”

“Thanks dad.”

“Love you Mike.”

“Love you too dad.” We hugged. I got a pat on the back and went back to my room. Fired up my computer and got to work organizing my art. Figuring out how I wanted to configure my commissions. I dug around through twitter, looking at what other artists were charging. Finding some smaller artists and newer artists. Styles and file formats. Specific small pieces I could do. I suppose it would take me a while to figure out how to proceed. I had my own twitter to follow a few things I like but made a new one dedicated to art. I kept it largely empty. Filling out the basic requirements for twitter, put some art in for my profile and background. At that point I got a text form Ash that she was home and that she was getting ready to talk to her mom. I wished her luck and got to work on some homework. Keeping my phone on full blast for anything.

A good hour passed before she said her mom took the whole situation well. Her dad would be next. I just shared that I”m glad her mom is there for her.