See You on the Other Side

I understood. I patted his arm, then held it. "That's great, have you been out yet?"

"No, tomorrow, I am taking her to the movies and then dinner." He shrugged. "I want to thank you, I feel like I am practicing. You are so easy to talk to, you're funny and you listen so well, ha, to all my stupid stories." He was looking at me, I could tell he meant it. I was glad that I was being helpful to someone, anyone.

"I can't wait for next week so you can tell me how it went." And we drank our coffee and looked at the view. He opened the bottle he brought for me. It was Absinthe, it was strong, it was so bitter, a little medicinal. I loved it. I felt it run through my body, I felt it relax my brain. I forgot all about Lillian. I love that Ross and I could introduce things to each other, there would always be something new.

We said goodnight by the door, he surprised me. He kissed my cheek and hugged me. He had a huge smile on his face, I loved that he enjoyed these Friday nights. I watched him walk to the elevator. I had dreams all night.

***

Friday, November 12th

"That was your first goodnight kiss?"

"Well, from a man. It was nice."

Martyn was in front of me, we were at one of the Italian deli's. There were a bunch of them but this one was his favorite. He ordered for both of us. "And I want it thin capisce?" The deli man understood.

I then showed him the pictures of Ross and me from the dinners. Even the ones with Lillian.

"Do you need a man, Sabrina? Do you need me to make a call honey?"

I put my hand on my breast, I cleared my throat, "No, I'm just saying..."

"I could have a line full of testosterone in front of your door in twenty tiny minutes, it would look like you were giving away beer, or motor oil." He laughed, he was always cracking himself up, "Or I could send Randall, but he might not come back, so forget it."

We got our cold cuts and salads and walked back toward our apartments. "I haven't seen my wife all week, the last couple of weeks."

"Working women are busy."

"I know, but you know what? I don't even miss her."

***

Martyn wanted to go out one night with Lillian and me, but I knew that would never happen. He and his boyfriend wanted to spend more time with me, I was genuinely flattered. I knew they had to be so popular. They were both so gorgeous and so friendly.

I was looking forward to tonight, Ross was going to tell me about his date, and Lillian would be gone before he even showed up. I made an Italian hero for dinner, I spooned out some salads and some cheese with virgin olive oil. It was the least amount of work I ever did on a Friday.

Lillian was talking to me from her room, I could barely hear her. "We went to that fancy wine bar. We had $200 bottles of White Zinfandel, can you imagine!"

"Mmm."

I wasn't paying attention, I was looking at my image in the reflection of the glass cabinets. I looked and felt more feminine than usual, I felt like the housewife everyone assumed I wanted to be.

"Tonight there are going to be eleven of us. I love hanging with a crowd!"

"Mmm."

I couldn't believe I was wearing pants. I went shopping this week with the guys and they made me buy them. It was white, black, orange, and gray patterned and the pants came down to my calves. I had on nude thigh highs underneath. My ass and crotch looked amazing. The top was a little halter, and I wore no bra, Just my C-cup forms hidden in the cups. My arms, shoulders, and back were almost completely exposed, I felt so femme, I felt the cool air on my body. I had my long blonde wig parted on the side hanging over my shoulder and I was watching the sexy woman fix it in the glass in the cabinet, admiring her big gold hoops. She was smiling showing off her long lashes and copper shadow. She wasn't paying attention to the world.

"I'm going." I turned around, Lillian was watching me. She walked over and took my hand, I had on long gray fingernails. "Why are you so smooth?"

I started to blush, "I, I don't know."

"I thought just your legs were hairless," She was studying me, looking at my shoulders. She lifted my hand and saw my perfect underarm, I wished she was gone already. "You are getting girlier every freakin' time I see you, Look at you. Look at that stomach, that crotch, what the fuck, are you taking something you shouldn't be taking?"

"Lillian, no of course not, maybe it's the exercise. I go four times a week."

She let go of my hand, she was starting to get nasty, she was looking at me weirdly. "I guess. Shit, I'm going, I'm already late." She gave me another look and huffed away. She slammed the door, I felt myself sweat, thank god she was gone.

***

I had to forget about Lillian. I put on Stevie Wonder.

'When the truths of love are planted firm,

They won't be hard to find,

And the words of love I speak to you

Will echo in your mind'

We were eating in the living room, we moved the couch and the little table closer to the window. I wanted a view with our sandwiches and Italian wine.

"So how was the big date?" I asked, wiping pesto from my lips.

"Well, actually two and a half dates."

"Look at you getting back on a bicycle."

"Ha, that's right. Heh, we had dinner and a movie on Saturday. Dinner on Tuesday and then a quick drink yesterday."

I was happy for him, I sat up, crossed my legs, I wanted to hear more. "That's great, did she have fun, were you nice?"

"She did and I was, I think she enjoyed herself. She wants to go out again."

"Where are you going to take her now?"

"Probably McDonald's, I think she would like that. She is not too adventurous, and she doesn't drink." He held up his wine and we clinked glasses. "She doesn't think I should drink either."

"Aww, there is nothing better than drinking."

***

I knew Lillian wasn't going to be home until late so I asked him to stay and we would watch TV and have coffee together.

I took him to our 'playroom' and we relaxed, took off our shoes, and each took over a couch. It was nice, we talked about Brooklyn and the apartment building, we talked about movies and our favorite after-dinner drinks. I told him about Martyn and Randall, and then about Lillian being mad at me for waxing my arms. He listened to everything, he kept on holding my hand and shaking his head. He seemed very supportive.

He looked back at the TV, "I love this commercial." He was watching the screen, it was a commercial for lingerie. All of the models were beautiful and they had on stockings, garter belts, and heels.

"I bet you do." I giggled, all men loved lingerie, I loved it. Lillian never wore it, she slept in a t-shirt and men's pajama bottoms. If I was by myself I slept in a bra, panties, nightgown, and thigh highs. I usually got so much girlier as the night went on, Lillian would never ever know.

"I love that you dress up so beautifully, you are like the girls in this commercial."

"And I have about twenty sets of lingerie just like that. Even sexier." I giggled some more, I liked that he complimented me, but I wasn't secure enough to enjoy it. Martyn would say such nice things about my dresses and nails and eye makeup, he would make me practice saying thank you. He was a good teacher, I was learning.

Ross moved up a little, closer to the screen. "Like these, really?"

"Yes really, I could put one on and show you if you don't believe me."

"No, no I um, believe you, Sabrina." He was looking at me, I could tell he was looking at my feet, then up to my crotch. I bet he was wondering if I could hide myself to look more like a girl in lingerie.

I got up, "I will be back in ten. Do you want a drink?"

"Sure anything."

I poured a little bit of the Absinthe with a tiny bit of water and simple syrup and then went into the back to change. Why not show him. I would love to show Lillian but she would just be annoyed at me. She would see I had no hair on my entire body, not even my crotch, just a little triangle. She didn't even like that I owned lingerie and nightwear, she didn't think I should ever have to wear it. She would only let me own the one coat, why would I need more, where was I going?

I got completely undressed, I knew what I wanted to wear. I took the five components and put them on the bed. I first put on my double D breast forms, then slipped on the black bra, it was made of lace, it was underwired, it hid my nipples. My breasts looked perfectly feminine, the top of the silicone right under my chin.

I put on my garter belt and slipped on the black oil slick stockings. They were my favorite, they were tight and so shiny. I then pulled the tiny panty up over my perfect legs, up to my hips, and then positioned myself. I was getting excited but I was now tucked and facing down, still a perfect feminine outline. I put on my six-inch platform pumps. I took off my wig and then sat and brushed my hair, put on more lipstick, and put on bigger earrings, bigger, thicker gold hoops almost touching my shoulder. What was I doing, was I going to tease Ross? Or was I just showing off? Maybe I just wanted someone to see how sexy I could become, how radiant, how sensual. I slipped on a sheer black coverup, it was long, down to my ankles. If I chickened out I could keep it on.

I made so much noise on the wood floor. I did one more check in the reflection of my cabinets in the kitchen. I could easily be one of those women on television, a model, I could fall into that role so easily. I was practically one now, living it hours a week. I grabbed the drinks and headed back to the TV. I just wanted to show someone how femme I was, how much of a 'woman' I could become.

"Hi." I smiled, he would never expect me to look so incredible under this black wrap. he would never believe that I was this femme-looking. My hairless, toned, pale body, I was quite proud of myself. I handed him the drink, I smiled, we sipped, he finished the whole thing. He looked a little nervous, he watched me move, He was waiting for the reveal. I stretched in front of him, my breasts were three sizes bigger than before, my heels three inches taller, my voice more sultry. I dropped the black cover-up, it pooled at my feet. I giggled, my hands on my hips, my nails glowing, I was now showing off.

He was quiet, I played with my hair, I was getting nervous. I could feel his gaze take in my entire look from head to heels.

"Um, wow, Sabrina you look incredible." He sat up, he started to smile, he was looking at the soft venus mound hidden in my panties. "Wow, I don't even know what to say."

I put my hands on my hips, showing off my gray nails. "Well you could say I look even better than those women on television," And then I giggled again.

"You do, you totally do. I can't, um, can't believe how great you look."

I fell back onto the couch and crossed my legs as I practiced, so theatrical. I played with my hair, I sipped my drink, I checked my nails. He watched me as I went through my routine. I giggled.

He got up to get himself another glass of wine. He came in, he finished the bottle. We watched TV, he then started watching me again. He was talking, he sat on the chair closer to me and turned it around. His eyes never left my legs, my breasts, my hands as I gestured with my long nails. I wasn't consciously trying to flirt... but I was. He laughed, I giggled again, it was nice.

"Do you have breasts?" He moved closer, then he stood up to get a better look.

"Yes and no, I do but they are made of silicone. They feel great, do you want to touch?"

And he did. I pushed them out and his hand went slow as he felt my right boob, he then held the left, he stopped, he pulled away quickly and he let out a little laugh. "I'm sorry." I could tell he was a little embarrassed, he was enjoying them. "I better go, it's getting late."

"Oh, Okay. You could stay." But he walked to the door, I was almost the same size as him in my heels. "Thank you again for having dinner with me, I really enjoy these nights. I love the company."

He turned around and took my hands giving me one more look. "You know," He was now looking at lips, my breasts, my 'pussy.' "I have never seen a real live woman wearing anything like this. I have never been with a woman that has even worn stockings for me, ever." He tightened his grip on my hands, leaned in, and kissed my cheek. He kept it there for a beat too long. "Goodnight, and thank you for showing me what I have been missing."

I smiled, I wish he had stayed a little longer. He made me feel so good tonight, he made me feel like a 'woman.' I know I made him feel like a man. His cock was so hard, it was totally noticeable in his pants.

I slept in my lingerie and heels, I had dreams again all night.

***

Friday, November 19th

"He was hard! And you let him leave. He ain't ever coming back." Martyn was laughing when I told him about the Friday before.

"He leaned in to kiss me so his male parts didn't get too close. I didn't mean to turn him on."

"You put on some slutty outfit, your highest heels, and biggest boobs and you think you accidentally made him hard? Sabrina, you are one of those mean girls."

"No."

"Yes, honey, next time finish him off, never let a man go home with a hard-on. It causes bad karma, haha."

I couldn't tell if Martyn was teasing me or not, but I was having so much fun anyway. He told me all the times he gave guys head or a quick handjob just so they didn't have to go home with their dicks interfering with the steering wheel of their car. He didn't want an accident on his conscience.

"There is no way, I am touching my neighbors cock, what would the other neighbors say?"

"I'm next, of course."

***

Unfortunately, I was feeling way too feminine today, couldn't wait to dress up this morning, go out, see Martyn and then get ready for Ross. I was enjoying myself. Finally, my crossdressing was making me happy again, not nervous and unglued. I did feel like a young woman again like I did before I even knew Lillian. I have been dressing for so long, it was always something hidden and now it felt like it was way out in the open. I just wish Lillian would be more into it, she still just wanted me to dress only on Friday, I had to man up the rest of the week.

We were making Soup, it was cold out. Broccoli cheddar, lots of sourdough bread. I had appetizers of Italian delicacies, I had a nice Merlot. I was wearing a nice little black dress, nude stockings, and black heels. My fingernails were white, my toenails were white. Martyn took me to a salon. They put lotions on my face and body, it was quite wonderful. He told me I should pamper myself. I wanted them to fix my hair, lengthen my eyelashes, pierce my ears, but they didn't. I couldn't.

"Sabrina, you should dress up like a woman the entire weekend." We were walking home, we were holding our ingredients for soup. "Just tell Lillian you need the weekend for yourself. Tell her your panty drawer is calling you."

"She won't let me, plus what would I do? She would leave me alone, I would be by myself."

"Well you can hang with us, we're usually havin' fun somewhere. We work all week and go crazy on the weekend. Think about it honey, you would be so popular."

***

"Have you been wearing my black shoes? I gotta catch a cab." Lillian was agitated, calling me again from her room.

"No." I never wore anything of hers, she didn't wear clothes that I liked, that even turned me on a little.

She walked into the kitchen everything smelled so good. "Then where are they?" She looked at my feet, my black pumps, obviously I wouldn't be sneaking a quick walk in her Doc Martens. It was getting late she had to hurry, they were taking a cab to uptown Manhattan.

Her phone started to ring, "Ugh, that's probably them." She walked out of the room.

I poured myself some wine, Ross was late too. I was at the table, my legs were crossed, my stockings looked so nice. I felt a twinge of embarrassment all of a sudden about being so sexy in front of him the other day. I looked up. I felt my long lashes flutter.

"Ross can't make it, says he got busy. He said he's sorry."

"Oh, okay, that's um, okay." I looked at my properly set table. My two beautiful empty plates.

Lillian was standing in front of the hallway mirror putting on her earrings, fixing her coat. Slipping into a different pair of shoes. She walked back in, I didn't move. "You know I could stay if you want, just two girls as we started weeks ago."

"Really? I would love that. This wine is so good."

Her phone rang, she talked. I could tell she wanted to catch her cab.

I looked at her as she walked back, still looking at her phone. "You know what, that's okay," I told her, "I can save it for tomorrow. We can have an early dinner."

"You're sure?" She headed to the door, it opened and closed.

"I'm sure," I told my empty plates.

***

I finished the glass of wine, I wasn't even hungry. I remember this morning when I loved Fridays. I felt a little sad, I cried little tears, just a little. I called Martyn.

"I would run over girlfriend with a spoon, but I got seven people here telling me I am bad at charades."

"No, no I just need to vent, thank you. I'm just feeling sorry for myself."

"Mmm," I heard Martyn sigh, he was thinking. "Why don't you call him, see what's goin' on."

"I don't even have his number, Lillian talks to him."

"You know what, why don't you invite the doorman, Dan, Darryl whatever, or wait, just go over to Ross's apartment knock on the door, and go 'What the fuck?"

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah, What the fuck? I show you my big boobs and you are too scared to come to dinner. You know that should do it."

"Mmm, maybe it will."

I checked my hair, I grabbed my black clutch. I was going to go to the other side.

***

I never went over to the other side, the South building, and I certainly never walked around throughout the building in a short black dress before. I had to take the elevator down to the tenth floor to get on the South elevator. There was a hub, a huge lobby, and only two apartments on the whole floor, compared to eight just on mine alone. The tenants here were the liaisons for the building. There was a man and a woman on one of the tremendous couches, this was Sheila and her husband, Lillian told me they practically lived in the lobby. She told me she was nosy.

"Hi" She smiled at me as I went to the other elevator, I pressed the button quickly, I didn't want to converse.

"Hello." I smiled and played with my hair.

She got up as her husband watched. "I'm Sheila, I live right there, haha."

"Oh, I'm Sabrina, I live on nineteen, nineteen north, I'm going to visit Mr. Marler."

"Say hello to Ross for me, oh can you wait a second." She then turned around and ran into her apartment. I heard children's voices. I grinned at the husband and missed the elevator twice.

"Can you give him this, he was asking me." She smiled, she seemed pretty nice. Her husband was watching the whole thing. I waved bye to them and got on the elevator.

Crazy how I wasn't as nervous as before, now I had a job to do, I had to give Ross this flyer from Sheila. A flyer for a flea market.

The floor was exactly the same as mine, but the complete opposite. It felt a little creepy. I walked over to the door and hovered by the bell, did I really want to do this, was I making a scene. Ross certainly didn't owe me his time or company. Maybe he had a woman with him. I started to think that maybe Lillian planned to find someone to keep me busy on Fridays so she could go out. And where was she going all of a sudden? Her friends just discovered she existed, like to drink, like to hang. They were always on the phone, did they never think of getting together before?

The door opened, I was standing here too long, with a confused look on my face. The slight wind blew my dress. "Oh, hi Sabrina, I saw you on my door camera."