“Make yourself at home!” I say, showing her the kitchen and living area.

She spends a few seconds looking around the place. Especially interested in my bedroom.

“So…..,” she says, looking me up and down. “I saw a pub on the way here and I really want to go.”

“Okay,” I say with a smile. “We can….go now if you want.”

“No, I want to go with Katie,” she continues, touching my baggy male clothing.

“I….I…..,” I mutter, stumbling on my words. “I….don’t know if I’m ready for that!”

“Baloney!” Cynthia laughs. “I’ve seen those legs. Go put on a dress and we will head over.”

“I dunno……,” I reply, rubbing my arm. “It’s ok for you. You’ve got the lovely long hair, the budding bosom, and the confidence to be your true self. I.. don’t have that.”

“Girl!” she laughs, snapping her fingers. “I’m confident because I’m finally happy that my appearance matches who I am on the inside. Don’t you want to feel like that too?”

“I do,” I answer, letting my head sag as I answer. “It’s just….”

“Just nothing,” Cynthia giggles, turning back to head inside my room. “I know you’ve got some cute outfits in here. Let's just play dress-up together and take it one step at a time!”

Not giving me a chance, she pulls out the box from the bottom of my cupboard and throws it on the bed.

“Crossdressers…,” she smiles, opening the box and pulling out some of my feminine underwear. “We’re all so similar. I used to hide my outfits in a box like this too before I started my transition!”

Blushing, I watch her pull out a pair of very lacey red knickers.

“Oh…,” she grins, holding them up. “For date night..?”

I don’t answer, I just blush and look away.

“So….that date the other night, didn’t go well then?” she questions, throwing the underwear in the box.

“Oh…..err…..,” I say, shifting nervously. “I….just couldn’t bring myself to leave dressed like I was.”

“Dang!” Cynthia sighs, looking at me disappointed. “I saw the pictures you shared that night, you looked a million bucks in that little black dress! Now you’re telling me you never went!?”

“Don’t,” I moan giving her a sour look. “I felt so bad I stood them up. I just didn’t dare to go out dressed like it.”