Becoming April

They had been friends for a few months, having met at writing class they were taking. Jason, at 35 was the older of the two. He was 6' 4, 220lbs, lean but muscular with close cropped black hair. Andy on the other hand was 27, 5'10, 175lbs, lean and had blond hair that reached almost to his shoulders.

They were the original odd couple. Not only were they different in age and body type but Jason was gay and Andy was straight. Their friendship was borne, as most friendships are by their similarities. They both had a love of good books, old movies and politics. They fact that their sexuality was different made no difference to either of them. Indeed they'd often talked about it their respective sexual adventures.

As open as they were though, they did have their secrets. For as easy going and friendly as Jason was, he had a dark side. In any sexual encounter, he ultimately like to be the one in control. Complete and utter control.

As for Andy, although he was all man who lusted after all sorts of women, short ones, tall ones, fat, skinny, young and older ones, he had a deep dark secret that very few people knew. He was a transvestite and when dressed was very compliant to the point of being submissive. He had a picture of himself that an ex-girlfriend of his had taken of him in drag for a holloween party. In it, he was sitting in a chair, legs demurely crossed, wearing a short black satin flair skirt, hose, heels, red blouse, his longish hair combed in a feminine way. His make up had been expertly done by his then girlfriend and the effect was that of a rather pretty woman.

Andy's trust in his friendship with Jason was such that one time when the subject of embarrassing things they had done in the past came up one night, he showed Jason the picture.

"I'm impressed," Jason said with an appreciative laugh, "you'll make someone a lovely wife some day."

"Just as long as he's rich," Andy told him. They laughed and the moment passed, never to be mentioned again.