Just an Accident

The smell of his father's cooking downstairs got the idea of a meal into both Tim and Nancy's heads, but the last thing Tim wanted to do was eat with his family. And so the two lovebirds decided to go out for dinner. It wasn't difficult to decide on a place as both were university students, and therefore their budgets limited their choices: burgers or breakfast.

Tim’s favourite breakfast spot was near the campus, and when he suggested it, Nancy immediately agreed. She was being surprisingly agreeable. Was this because he had swapped for his dad's authority? His dad was used to throwing his weight around, barking orders, something Tim had never done. Was that what was going on?

Leaving the house, once again passing the kitchen without being noticed, Tim decided he was overthinking things. It was probably just that Nancy liked him, that she wanted to impress him on their first date. She had, after all, given him a blowjob in the car. This was a girl who wanted Tim to like her, and was willing to do what it took to make sure it happened.

Not that she needed to do any of that. Tim slipped into the passenger seat of the car, making sure his dress didn't ride up, and fastened his seatbelt. He was crazy about Nancy long before she ever gave him a blowjob. Even before Greg started dating her, Tim had been admiring her, crushing on her, for months. On their first day of the first class they had together, Gender and Representation, Tim had fallen for her hard. Sitting next to him, she'd looked over and smiled that big billboard of a smile that she had and introduced herself. He was already done for.

But it wasn't simple infatuation. Tim's affection for her grew over the weeks. Her insights into the topics discussed opened his mind to new ways of seeing the world. Her wit was biting, but not bitter. He started to notice that she had a softness to her for her classmates, talking in the hallway, explaining topics that were difficult, offering to meet up to study. She was clever, she was beautiful. Nancy was Tim's dream girl.

He was pretty sure, at least.

Sure, the year prior there had been Samantha. And he'd met Jade during the summer. She had been lovely. And Amber, the one with the hair so black and skin so pale...

Okay, so Tim had fallen for a lot of girls over the years. It wasn't as if any of them had ever given him the time of day, though. Something always came up that prevented him from getting on the right side of their attention. He'd spill his drink in his lap, or a relative would drop by with an emergency before was going to meet up with them. Bad luck. Bad destiny.

He hated wearing women's clothes. Even his new clothes, the ones that fit perfectly, Tim hated them. But the trade-off? Having Nancy's affection? He was starting to think that it was worth it. If he could be with his dream girl, really be with her, Tim figured he could live with skirts and panties.

"Your closet is amazing," Nancy said as she turned off of the residential feeder street they had been driving on and merged onto a busier road, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Thanks," Tim said, not sure how to accept the compliment.

"I mean, seriously," she went on, "it must have cost a fortune! How did you swing that?"

Tim had no idea. When reality had been rewritten, things had been adjusted in ways that he didn't yet understand. His clothes being front and centre. It was one thing to be a crossdresser, and yet accepted as such without anyone batting an eye, it was another thing to have a closet that belonged to an heiress.

Just when he was about to come up with an excuse, the first lie of his new relationship with Nancy, he heard the sound of a horn, turned to his window and saw an eighteen-wheeler barreling down on them so quickly that an impact was inevitable. Nancy screamed, Tim screamed.

Time froze.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not great at coming up with chapter titles. If you have a better idea for this one, leave it in the comments and maybe I'll make the switch! - Mr Nice Guy