I discovered this fragment when I changed computers a few years ago. It is quite fun, but it does contain a couple of "F" words, so if you are likely to be offended, don't read it.
“Oh yes” Rory said out loud. “That’s how I got into this situation”.
He swung his legs down off the bed where he had been lying naked but for some attractive underwear of Katherine’s, took the wig from his head and tucked it away in a box on top of the wardrobe where Byron and Danuta would not see it, and pulled his trousers on over the lacy thong. Katherine didn’t wear bras much. She was one of those women that knew they had a great figure, so let it all show. Rory pulled on a T shirt. He reflected that it was fortunate that he was so slim or Katherine’s underwear would not have indicated the sex kitten that he had told Byron about. The shoes had still been a problem. In spite of having relatively small feet for a man of 5ft 10ins, size 8 ladies shoes had been a problem. It hadn’t just been a question of finding a shop that stocked the sort of elegant shoes that Katherine wore - on reflection that had been the easy bit - it was finding enough shops to buy all the shoes that Katherine wore without anyone thinking that he was some kind of cross dresser.
When Byron had said he would love to meet Katherine, he, Rory, had, before he had even considered what he was saying, said “Yes you must”
“Do you mean you could arrange it for me, mate” asked Byron with a bit of a faraway look in his eyes.
“Yes, I don’t see why not.” said Rory, frantically trying to think of a way out. “I’m never quite sure when she is going to be in though” he said “she is Jenny’s friend after all.”
That started them on a conversation about how Jenny felt about Katherine, particularly as Katherine was known to ‘swing both ways’.
“She’s cool about it” said Rory “in fact she wanted to know all the detail, but made me go out of the room before Katherine told her”
“Doesn’t that make you feel...” Byron paused here to find the right word, “...threatened” he said at last
Rory was convinced that Byron had wanted to say “horny”, but had stopped himself in time.
“No mate. I told you, the old lady’s cool”
In fact, thought Byron, the old lady was far from cool. She had discovered him wearing one of Katherine’s very short mini skirts, a really pretty white blouse, and some high heeled sling backs, and had not been amused.
“What the fuck’s going on” she demanded.
Jenny rarely swore, and to use the F word was very rare indeed.
“They’re not mine” said Rory “they’re Katherine Walker’s”
“And who the fuck is Katherine Walker”
“She’s your best friend”
“The fuck she is”
Rory reflected that this conversation was not going the way he wanted it to. For a girl who rarely used the F word to use it three times in three sentences indicated a seriously bad mood.
It took him some time, but he managed to calm Jenny down enough to tell her what had happened and explain how Katherine Walker had come about and why he felt that it was necessary to “live” as Katherine to make the subterfuge more realistic.
Jenny had not been entirely convinced
“Are you sure that’s the only reason you dress up in women’s clothes?” she asked
“Do you think I enjoy it?” Exclaimed Rory
“It had crossed my mind” she said “and anyway, if you’re going to wear a skirt that short, for God’s sake shave your legs.” And with that she walked out of the room.
She had not been entirely supportive when he had outlined his plan to allow Byron to meet with Katherine Walker.
“Why don’t you just tell him that Katherine is a fiction, and that we had become fed up with him and that cow of a girlfriend” she had said.
Rory wondered why women never understood the relationship that comes from real male bonding.
“I couldn’t say that to him, he’s my oldest and dearest friend”
“I’ll tell him then”
“That would be even worse. What would he think of me?”
“What do you think he’s going to think of you if he discovers it’s you dressed up as Katherine Walker”
“Well he won’t will he; not if we keep to the plan”
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