Chapter 51

You woke up to a strange softness, not the usual battered mattress of the flat. For a moment you thought you were back in your own bed in your parents' house. That everything that had happened with your step-sister and Skeg and all the others, was just a dream… But then you spied the smear of makeup upon the pillow, left there by your own face. You hadn’t meant to stay the night here, so hadn’t taken it off. Your eyes felt sticky and crusty from all the mascara and eyeliner still glueing their lids shut… offering the perfect excuse to just keep them shut and drift back off to sleep.

Other matters called though… and demanded you **** yourself upright. A young sissy couldn't spend the entire evening before having her lower colon filled with spunk, without needing to relieve herself come morning. Terry was still slumbering, so you took the risk of clambering out from between the bedsheets and creeping through the silent house.

It was only when you were securely locked in that further haven, that it struck you you were still completely naked. Wandering around with little to no clothing was such a casual part of your life above the tool shop, that it barely even registered anymore. Yet here, the sight of the son of the household's femboy lover, completely exposed… might certainly cause a stir. A sudden nervousness came over all of you, setting the soft hairs on your nape alight. But of course, there was nothing you could do for the moment. You were trapped with your fears and your thoughts. Grasping for any string of focus and distraction.

It dawned on you that you had also been considering yourself as a 'her', ever since that morning where you had first dropped your panties in front of that jury of three. While Terry remained, to your mind, 'him'. It seemed nothing to be considered a girlfriend by his family, classmates or strangers in the street. Yet, how would they react… to see what dangled between your legs, if they caught you here and now? Did they have any inkling, that their youngest child was anything more or less than the heteronormative expectation? That, day by day… he was becoming a more and more dedicated cock-swallower. You wondered how Terry himself saw you, or him? He had fallen for you thinking you were a girl, after all… and just sort of followed along with every revelation after. It didn’t matter to him who you were… as long as you were you.

It was just as you were reaching the door, having washed off and rinsed away such quandaries… that the very sounds you didn’t want to hear rang true. Out in the corridor a door opened, and footsteps sent the floorboards creaking. Split second decision making took over. You had already slid the latch open, and couldn't very well slam it back closed without drawing attention. So instead your only option was to hop into the bathtub and hide behind the shower curtain. Someone's heart was beating a thousand times a second in your ear and every inch of your uncovered skin prickled with lightning fear. You hoped against hope that whoever it was would just wander on past, towards the kitchen… but your life had never been so lucky.

The bathroom door opened and someone came in, though you had no way of knowing who it was. The sounds of a bottom hitting toilet seat and the following watery tinkle made you inordinately embarrassed. There was no escaping this situation now. If they caught you they'd definitely decide you were some kind of pervert… and not even any of the kinds that you actually were. All you could do was hold your breath and shiver with barely-restrained nervous adrenaline.