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Billie is Billy 01
Hi everyone I’m Billy, but I’m also a part time cross dresser known as Billie. I chose to stick with Billie so it would be easier on everyone, plus I thought it would be fun to keep people confused. I mean, I’m going to turn around to see who is calling out for me one way or the other, no matter which way you pronounce my name, so it’s up to you figure which one of me you want to speak to. Either way, you’re getting the same hair, split down the middle and pulled back in a ponytail. I’ll leave it up to you to figure out if I’m wearing facial makeup or not, but be careful because I have been known to blame the heat of day for my flushed face.
It’s hard to say what clicked in my head way back in the day to steer me to a life of occasional cross dressing, but I’m sure my days of being the “odd one” had a lot to do with it. I’m not saying that I had a bully or anything, but I sure was treated differently. Now, there was a price to pay for being treated differently, but I never felt threaten or in danger. I know it might sound crazy coming from the one who had to pay the price, but I felt more appreciated than abused. Also, we were all young and dumb, so it was what it was growing up and life went on.
Well, some of us grew up differently. The guys grew into regular guys and basically grew out of their childish antics and I grew more and more into Billie. LOL, I’m not sure if I’m using the phrase correctly, but I had become a weekend cross dressing warrior, even though my Billie character was far from being a warrior. But life was good and life went on.
And when you’re 20, life leads you right to 21 and that leads to having enough nerve to invite the guys over for a small celebration party and a beer or two. I signed the group text as “Billie” and hoped they would pick up on that. Well, maybe they did and maybe they didn’t, but I greeted them as a dialed down “Billie” and nobody punched me in the eye. I mean, nobody stayed very long, but they came and as far as I was concerned, I conquered. Also, Chet supported me.
Anyways, that was last April and I took the fact that they at least showed up as good sign and I kept my dialed down persona in effect after that. It was rough the first time I showed up at Danny’s house with my face highlighted and wearing Denim shorts that were questionable as to who should wear them, but again, my black eyeliner was of my doing and not Jerry’s fist. Also, as a distraction, I went into server mode and made it seem like they needed me. Beer, ice tea or whatever, I was Billie on the spot. Also, Chet needed my help at the BBQ grill.
And life went on and the summer of 2021 was a big turning point for me. I was still just a weekend CD, but I was a CD who appeared in public (LOL, a few friend’s houses) and still, purple eye shade was my choice.
Well, I suppose that when things are going well, then there is a natural tendency to up the ante. As each weekend came along, it’s fair to say that my dialed down look got dialed up a little more. I mean, my skin was clearly meant for someone else and I could sell my thigh to calf ratio, so my modest shorts became less modest and my concert logo T-shirts became replaced with V-neck pullovers and on and on.
Um, right, wrong or indifferent, my hands on the dial took me back Erenköy travesti to my earlier days. Everything has a price, right? The gang was still treating me properly and they welcomed me in without a bunch of stupid questions, but the price was written on the wall. And those sneaky SOBs wrote the price on a wall in the garage, behind the toolbox, covered it up with a garage towel and leaned a shovel against the towel to hide it in plain sight.
Guys, right? Serve a little beer, show a little skin and they start thinking with their other head. I should have known it was coming sooner or later because it was clearly written right there on the garage wall, which I passed by with every beer refill, but I didn’t.
However, Lady Luck had attended Frank’s pickup basketball game with me that one fateful day last July. I mean, she slapped me with a mild case of heat exhaustion, but she had my back and she had it at the perfect time. And I promise you, I was not using the blazing heat as an excuse for my face looking so flushed and blushed as I had done so many times back in the early days. Also, Chet was my hero.
Anyways, within just a couple of hours, the heat was getting to me and I decided that it was best if I just called it a day. I should have known that something was up when I was met with so many frowns as I said my good byes, but I was all flushed and stuff, so what did I know, right?
Well, what I learned was a little shocking, but maybe not so unexpected, I suppose. I mean, it’s my fault for wearing such clothing, right?
Anyways, back to that fateful pickup game last summer. Oh, wait a minute, I never thought of it before, but it may have been fate that made me ask Chet to safely walk me to my SUV because I was feeling so flushed. Huh, Lady Luck and Fate should start dating, maybe.
“Ah, you look a little more than flushed Billie. Maybe I should drive you home in your SUV? Gino can pick me up in a little while.”
“Hold me steady, Chet and that sounds like a good idea. Ah, no, hold me like you do when we’re behind the BBQ grill. Yeah, just like that.”
“Just get in before someone spies us.”
And away we went and everything was cool and I began to feel better with the cool air of the A/C blowing on me. But I didn’t let on to Chet that I was feeling better because I needed an excuse to say something and heat exhaustion was as good as any.
“We’ve just become close Chet, it’s nothing to be embarrassed or worried about.”
“Stop it and try to breath normally.”
“Fine, but I’m saying that it’s only you and I might be open to you finishing what you started. Maybe we can use my couch to stand behind because I don’t have a BBQ grill?”
“Shut it, we’re here. I’ll help you get you to your couch and tell you a little nap time story.”
And being the gentleman that he is, Chet got me inside of my Condo and down on my couch. And then, OMFG, I really got flushed because Chet had quite the nap time story to tell. But I listened intently.
“Here Billie, sip on this bottle of water. Listen, you almost got circled jerk today, so you better watch how you dress around the guys from now on. It was actually a stroke of luck that you fell ill when you did because you were this close to getting stroked on. Don’t drink Erenköy travestileri the water too fast. Where will I find a blankie for you?”
“What? OMG, is that what that SOB Jake the jerk meant when he yelled out that it was time to put the wagons in a circle? I thought he meant it was time to go, not blow. SOB, if I wasn’t so flushed, I would have kicked them in the balls. Also, my bed is full of blankies.”
“Alright, that’s enough of your crazy talk. I mean, Jake would pay you for a swift kick because he’s such a freak about things. I’m just saying that maybe you should dial it back a little. Take another sip of water.”
“Well, I will admit that I have been a lot more comfortable lately, but I thought normal guys liked to sprout around in their ridiculously thin sports shorts? Anyways, I’ll watch it from now on and thanks for the savior story, but that still leaves one important question, Chet.” Just where would you have stood in the circle of love?”
Oh, holy snap, Chet leaned over like he was going to kiss me on the forehead, which was actually just his effort to fluff my pillow. That was another I’m not ready for that, but maybe we can try it moment.
“OMFG Chet, I thought you were going to kiss me on the forehead! Anyways, maybe you should carry me into my bedroom while I’m all flushed and stuff. And grab my laptop on the way so I can post a few things.”
“We’re not dating! Don’t you dare post stuff like that.”
“But you want to finish what you started behind the BBQ grill, right? I’m all woozy, you know. All flushed and woozy. Oh, and all limp on the couch with little ability to fight anything off. Also, I will get hair extensions if that’s something else that you like.”
“Damn it, Billie, just stop with all your crazy talk. You’re all flushed and stuff and you’re going to regret in the morning.”
“So says the guy who has a thermometer that is clearly ready to take my temperature. Nobody has to know and if it’s a one-time thing, then sobeit.”
“Stop it, Gino is on his way over. And stop wiggling around like that. Now, behave yourself, at least until we are completely alone and in private.”
Hah, he was saved by the bell! Well, the beeping of Gino’s horn anyways.
Beep, beep, beep.
Ah, I may have been flushed and woozy, but my thumbs still worked on my phone’s keyboard. I sent Gino a text and asked him if he had time for one quick beer.
“Oops, there’s Gino. Close your eyes Billie and under no circumstances are you to post stuff. I’m going now.”
“No, you’re opening the door and letting Gino in. He’s thirsty. He just said so in a text.”
“Hah, now who is being sneaky? Get under the small throw blanket and cover your fishnets for Pete’s sakes!”
Hah, guys, beer, it’s a sure thing, right? Besides, even though the gang have come to terms with me dressing while visiting them, the truth is that they don’t come around to place very often, so I wasn’t going to just let this opportunity go. I had two friends over and I set the fishing hooks in deep, you know, just like Chet to set himself in me.
“OMG, look at you Billie, all sick and stuff on the couch. Has Chet been taking good care of you and why hasn’t he carried you into your bed yet?”
“Oh, he’s been trying Gino, Travesti erenköy but listen, I’m too flushed to get you a beer and wash your cargo shorts today because of the reasons you just stated.”
“Ah, it’s alright Billie, you just lay back and we’ll double up when you’re feeling better. Where’s the remote?”
“It’s probably in the refrigerator, Gino, next to the beer. Chet, you heard Gino, help me into my bedroom, please.”
Hah, guys, beer, a TV remote and bedrooms, right? Oh, not to mention that I’m small enough for Chet to actually carry me.
“I’m not falling for any tricks, Billie. And stop splashing the bottled water on your face! Nobody sweats that much.”
“I may not be ready, but I’m willing. Also, you’re absolutely ready. I mean, you’re balancing me on it, right?”
Well, I did all I could do and I vowed to leave it at that. I mean, for some reason Chet kind of does it for me, even though neither of us is gay. But like I said, I am willing the role play his sex partner, but any and all next moves would be up to him. I mean, you know, right? I may be the queer fem boy, but I still get horny too! Besides, sexy talk is fun, but at the end of day, I may have been glad that he didn’t do anything that both of us may regret later.
And I really was flushed, so I dozed off, just after he tucked me in.
Oh, and I hadn’t forgotten about the guys and their impromptu “circle jerk” idea. I think I actually dreamed about ways to get them back. You know, what comes around, goes around, you know, what ever the hell that actually means, so let me change my answer to “the goose does the gander doggie” or however that one goes. Also, Chet goosed me behind the BBQ grill a few weeks ago.
Well, he shoved his hand down the back of my capri pants and squeezed my buns, but I wasn’t sure what happened, so I posted on Chang that I was goosed and I couldn’t change my story now, right?
Apparently, I also dreamed about sending text messages because Chet brought me another bottle of water, a hot tea, an ice tea, a ham sandwich, a $5 bill, a box of Lego’s, one of my red high tops and then he took my phone away from me because I somehow mixed things up and sent a text to his cousin Jeannie, who works at the Ice Cream Parlor and said way too much. It was an accident and I was dream texting.
“Well, I hope you’re happy now, Billie. Jeannie said that we will have two perfect Smoothies waiting for us tomorrow night at precisely at 7pm and now Gino is too drunk to drive, so now I have to drive him home and get yet another ride back to Jerry’s to pick up my truck.”
“So, I deserve a punishment? And don’t get all cheap with it. I’ve been a very bad T-Girl today and if Gino is passing out on the couch, well, just let him sleep for a while.”
LOL, now Chet was all flushed as I peeled the covers back a little and rolled over so he could finish what he started behind the BBQ grill. I mean, he could have at least taken advantage of my mouth, but he passed. Snap! He passed! I wasn’t ready for it, but I served it up on plate with garnish and he passed.
Needless to say, that was quite deflating, but I wasn’t so flushed that I didn’t remember how the community on Chang has stated over and over that most will pass and that was the life of a T-Girl. Some do and some don’t and then most don’t. Which meant it was time to doze off again, mostly because Chet still had my phone so I couldn’t dream text anymore, but I knew that I had a confirmed Smoothie date the next day and being all rested up seemed like the best thing for me.
End Billie is Billy 01
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