It's Vicki!

“Heyyyy Kristi, sorry I’m late!”, Vicki announced, dressed to the nines like some Barbie variant of a hooker.

“You’re early Vicks. Did you accidentally switch your phone clock to Greenland again? Girl you have got to get a watch”.

“Oh… oh yeah, guess I did, lol! So—Andrea, hi! I didn’t know you knew Kristi! Why are you naked?”

“Y-yeah, we m-met a couple of w-weeks ago…”, Andrea stammered, panicked.

These were two parts of ‘her’ life ‘she’ did not want intermingling.

Both of them had a different backstory for Andrea and if they were to fact check, then ‘her’ whole ruse would be blown.

Andrea instinctively went for ‘her’ bra to cover ‘herself’ up.

“You totally don’t need to hide your titties from me; I like pumped them up for you, remember? To be fair, you always like did have a thing about being naked, even when you used to be a guy and we’d fuck and—“.

By the look of horror on Andrea’s face, Vicki knew she had fucked up.

The worst scenario had happened, and Andrea remained frozen, unable to turn ‘her’ head to face Kristi.

“…so you didn’t just move here?”, Kristi asked confused.

The perplexed tone in Kristi’s voice broke Andrea out of ‘her’ stupor as ‘she’ erupted into tears, devastated that ‘she’ had betrayed Kristi’s trust so.

Unthinking, ‘she’ ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind ‘her’.

“Well done Vicki”, Kristi sighed, as she went to diffuse the situation.

“Hey, Andrea, it’s totally okay. I can guess it’s been pretty tough for you, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re an amazing, funny, gorgeous babe, and I have like no problem at all with trans girls. Shit, I kinda’ figured you were one when you first showed up to be honest. But that don’t matter. Neither does who you were. What matters is that you’re Andrea, and we all love you. So you wanna come out of the bathroom so we can pretty you up?”.

Andrea’s sobs turned to sniffles and eventually ‘she’ opened the bathroom door, ‘her’ makeup ruined and running down ‘her’ face.

“I’m sorry I lied to you”, Andrea apologised as Kristi embraced her.

“It’s okay, you can gimme the low down whenever you want, chica”.

A new round of crying erupted, but from Vicki this time.

“Waaaaah, I’m like sooooo sorry Andrea! I didn’t mean to out you! I’m such a dumb-ass!”.

Andrea couldn’t be mad at Vicki; being mad at her for being dumb was like being mad at a dog for chasing a frisbee.

“*sigh* It’s fine Vicki, I had to like come clean at some point, might as well be now”.

When Vicki finally stopped bawling after a group hug, Andrea and she had makeup to fix, applying it to each other before Andrea and Kristi got dressed for the party, Vicki being especially impressed at Andrea’s skill with the brush.

Kristi’s outfit consisted of a white cropped tube top, a maroon pair of dungarees (her arm out of one strap), white trainers with heels and some silver jewellery including huge hoop earrings.

Andrea’s outfit came from the designer stores and was a tiny little red club minidress with a scooped neckline which reached ‘her’ belly button, gold strappy stiletto high heels, and matching bangles, anklets on ‘her’ left ankle, rings, choker, collar necklace, and large crystal-studded door knocker earrings.

The girls listened to music and chatted about Andrea’s life (going by the version ‘she’ had told Vicki) and how they all knew each other before the guests started to arrive.

As it turned out, Vicki was one of Kristi’s best friends since kindergarten, her and some other girls and guys forming a bizarre clique of fashionistas and freaks as the high school cool kids.

Andrea also made it clear that Brian didn’t know about ‘her’ trans status, so under no circumstances was anybody to let them know, Vicki especially; a vow which both her and Kristi promised to uphold.