Catching Up

It didn't matter though, all of that was in the past and now he was in town and reaching out. How did I want to handle it? I had changed. I was more open with my desire to embrace my more feminine side.

There were various clubs that I could frequent without being harassed or assaulted; some were mixed sexes, some gay bars, some simply for the ladies. No matter what type of club or bar it was, I always went as Victoria, a stunning brunette with long legs, an easy smile and warm welcoming eyes.

Mark was the opposite of me. He was straight – always had been, always would be. He dressed in fine suits, tailor made for his athletic physic. His jeans and shirts came from some of the more notable of stores; his shoes were made to order and his persona spoke of confidence and male testosterone. It would still be nice to see him again, to touch base, catch-up on all times, and rekindle our friendship.

I laughed softly as I stepped out of the shower and dried off. Friendship, that's all it had been with Mark and I, though I had often imagined us in that happily-ever-after scenario that is normally reserved for women, but in truth, our friendship meant too much to me; I never crossed the line.

I walked naked, back into my bedroom and looked at my phone, lying on the bed alongside my pants. I sat down, dug the paper from the front pocket of my slacks and stared down at the script. My other hand reached out for the phone and I pressed the corresponding numbers on the keypad.

Mark's voice came through loud and clear.

"Hey there!" he said as if he already knew who was on the other side of the phone.

"Got me all dialed in, do you?" I asked.

"Yeah, saved your number as soon as your parents gave it to me," he admitted.

I grinned.

"So, Mike, are we hookin' up tonight?" Mark asked me.

I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection in one of the mirrors in my room. "Of course," I told him. "You're just in town for tonight right? I think that's what your message said."