"Tom, we have been friends for a long time. I suppose I first knew you at my wedding twenty years ago. Our wives were good friends. We're no longer kids nor even young men. And now I need someone with a sense of humanity to share my secret. Is it too wild a dream to hope you'll come to accept me as I am?" Candy took a deep breath after her long speech.

Tom, still confused, tried to figure out the score. He thought about their long philosophical discussions about how things were, about the nature of things, about the greatest good. He thought about their long friendship. They often mirrored each other's thoughts. Sometimes it was almost uncanny. Slowly he began to unravel his confusion. Charles, the crossdresser, had been inside that skin all that time, twenty years. So had Candy. Which one was which? In the long run what was the difference? Inside everyone's skin was there a blend of genders? Throw it in the gender blender and what have you?

"Well, Candy, I guess I can learn to call you that. Give me time to grow accustomed to your skirt, as it were. I never could resist a pretty pair of knees, but I'm astonished that I can even say that to you." Tom couldn't keep from looking up her skirt. He waved a greeting and said, "Glad to know you Candy. And if you don't mind my saying so, your panties are showing." He grinned.

Candy was almost shaking with relief and she exhaled as if she had been holding her breath all this time. Waving back she said, "I can't tell you how much I was afraid you'd turn down a friendship with Candy." "And," she added. "I love you to look up my skirt. You cad."

Tom smiled but kept his eyes focused on her legs.

"And," Candy added, "I don't mind in the least when you look at me as if I were a woman. That's the advantage of two guys together. I don't have to pretend that I'm immodest if my knees are spread apart. I am not a woman and don't want to be one. I like you to look at my silken legs. No one has ever done that before. Not very complicated is it? Now shall we go out for a drink?"

Tom looked at her. "Like that? With you wearing a skirt? Suppose someone you knew saw you?"

"That just makes it more exciting, doesn't it? But I'm hoping I can pass if I have a good-looking guy with me. Come on, it will be an adventure for both of us."

"I suppose we could," said Tom. "You do look good." He blushed a bit. "I mean you look so nice that. . . "

"It's ok, Tom, Don't pretend. If I didn't want to be looked at, thanks for the compliment."

On the way to the car Tom noticed how Candy's walk in heels made her swish her skirt. He was trying to keep in mind that under it all was Charles in Helen's clothing. Or maybe they were panties that Candy had bought for herself. He told her he couldn't believe this was her first time out dressed as a woman.

Candy said that once or twice with Helen they had gone to a drive-through and once to a drive-in movie, but she had never actually tried to pass in a restaurant. She said she was scared and Tom said she looked good enough to pass anytime.

"Then why are my hands shaking?" Candy said.

Tom admired the sight of her long legs and the glimpse of stocking top that Candy carelessly on purpose let him see in the car.

At the restaurant she took her arm as they walked to the table and ran her hand under the back of her skirt as she sat, pretending she had done it all her life.

Tome got up to hang her jacket on the rack and when he returned to the table he found his eyes on her knees again. "Don't you think you might keep your knees together here?" Tom asked.

"Maybe this isn't a good moment," Candy said,"But there will be other times."

"What do you mean by that?"

"A woman doesn't have to tell everything."

Tom lifted his eyebrows in surprise. Candy was a he, his best friend and definitely a he with nothing previously feminine about him, so why then did she seem to arouse him. They had a homophobic friend who swore he could tell a homosexual a mile away, and he had never blown the whistle on Candy. While all these thoughts were drifting through he felt a touch on his leg and looked down to see her stockinged foot against his shin. It felt exciting. He tried to figure out what was happening to him.

"Remember, I'm still me," Candy said. It is just that I'm lonely sometimes and now I'm sharing more of me than before." With that she brushed her foot on his leg. In spite of himself Tom felt his senses sharpen. The scent of her, the look, the touch of her silken foot was exhilarating. He didn't will it but his cock hardened, and somehow Candy knew it was happening.

She smiled at him and said she was as excited at the adventure as he was. "At the moment I'm Candy and don't know where this leads any more than you do, so we've proved I can be here without them calling the cops, and now I want you to get me a drink and then take me home so we can have a chat, OK?" up at him and said, "Get in quick before that bulge in your pants gets out of hand."

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Chapter 4: Tom Learns the Game
Chapter 5: Sexual Play
Chapter 6: Dressing for a Shopping Trip
Chapter 7: At the Mall
Chapter 8: A New Wardrobe for Tom
Chapter 9: What It's All About

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