Epiphany

"You do this often, play dress up?" Jacques asked his French accent shaping the words.

"Not really. My girlfriend doesn't know so I have to wait till she isn't around." I replied.

Jacques looked at me like I had two heads. "You mean you are not gay or at least bisexual?"

"Oh no!" I shot back suddenly nervous again. "You know most crossdressers and transvestites are heterosexual."

"I have to be honest. You wouldn't think someone who looked as good as you in a dress would want a girlfriend let alone have one. I mean. You must take so much effort and time to look this good." Jacques was truly astonished and his accent was getting heavier. "What is your girlfriend's name?"

"Tonya. She is a great girl." I replied as I pulled on my second beer and ignored what I had considered a derogatory comment.

We talked a bit longer and got into a college basketball game that was on the tube. Just a couple of guys hanging out except one was wearing a dress. I was into my fifth beer and getting pretty looped. I went to the bathroom and when I got out Jacques was standing there.

"I will be out in a minute and then we can get you on your way." He was smiling and looking at my legs again. I knew I had long muscular legs. In fact my inseam was a good 3" longer than the average guy of my height. Maybe when you put them in high heels and stockings even heterosexual men had to stare. Although the stares still unnerved me it still felt good to know he was admiring me. I went back to the TV room and sat back down on the couch. Jacques returned with a gallon jug of water and some anti-freeze.

"Well here we are. Are you ready to hear my deal?" He asked as he stood in the archway leading to the foyer.

"What deal?" I asked.

Jacques chuckled as he sat down next to me and pulled a squirt bottle out of the waistband of his lycra shorts. He put it on the coffee table which was now littered with beer cans. "Well you want some water, some anti-freeze. I want a full body rub."