More Than Just TV

"I got it!" Cas told Mr. Paulson and (shudder) Loud over the intercom. With a press of a button, she allowed Kylie Greene to open the door where the waitresses (and one waiter) came in to work. The always Nudist was grateful she didn't have to be next to the chill, fall draft as the door opened.

"Cassie??" Kylie was surprised. "I thought you were-" The thought of her being fired was shoved out of her mind as, after Cas, who had ducked down behind the bar, decided to be brave and rise up - then lose her nerve and retreat (illegally) into hiding again. The swift, sudden action had caused her good-sized boobs to be flung up towards her chin then rapidly flop-slap down. There was no way for Kylie to ignore those.

"Well, I'm not," Cas answered, thinking she was only interested in one thing. "Not any more. I'm a registered Nudist," and she stood up as straight as she could manage. She still shook some, jiggling.

"I see," Kylie said. "It's written on your face."

"My face??" Cas said. The woman wasn't looking at her bared boobs? Then she remembered the small tattoo she had under her left eye. "Stupid," she said about herself, remembering that she had kept her head above the bar when she tried to hide her shame. "Well, it's written on your face, too," she weakly defended herself.

"Yes," Kylie said. "But I would never register as a Nudist."

"You can't be a both nudist and a crossdresser. Can you?" Cas wasn't certain. Kylie's own tattoo was an 'X' inside a dress outline inside a TV outline.

"Clothes do make the man a woman. Unless I get hormone treatments and, perhaps, the operation." Kylie said. The five foot seven auburn-wigged pretend woman took off her full-length, stylish, cloth coat to reveal her maid-inspired, waitress uniform. Today she had on black hose. "Do that again."

"Do what?"

"Bend at your knees and jump up again."

"Why?" Cas wanted to know. "You want it because you're a man or a woman?"

"Do it and we'll both find out."

Cas was suspicious, but she trusted Kylie enough to duck down behind the bar and raise up again. The movement wasn't swift or sudden. But it was enough to keep her heavy boobs in motion even when the rest of body had (more or less) stilled.

"No, I'm more man than woman. I don't want real breasts." And Kylie adjusted her bra inserts.