Becoming

by Phylecia Celeste

Episode 1 – A Study in Scarlet

Chapter 2 – I Hate Cats 

Life is one of those things that is never straight forward. Always just end up sitting on the edge of the bed staring at your shoes not wanting to go to work… and the sad thing is you’ve gotten the job you’ve always wanted! Yet you still sit there!.. And that’s exactly what I did… only thing was I didn’t notice this time that I was wearing a skirt and the shoes were a pair of heels. Brain just wasn’t turned on. And it let me go through my morning routine as usual. Brushed my teeth, combed my hair, then went out the door without a care in the world! Well… maybe two or three but who’d notice? Right?

Well… The problems came when I got to work, where as I got my girlyboi ass out of the car and as soon as my foot hit the pavement, I woke up. In my bed. Staring at the ceiling… Fuck. Once again, the trip to the closet was made, close were put on… well, they seemed to just put themselves on actually. This time it was another cute girly ensemble… but I didn’t care, I work with enough queers that it wouldn’t matter. Trip to work was made. Stepped out. Back in bed.

FUCK.

Third time… Fourth time… Seventh time… By the 35th it was getting a bit annoying. None of the clothes in my closet, as far as I could tell, were for boys anymore, but probably the scariest part for me was that I was really enjoying it… The skirts and heels I was getting to wear were just so cute… 

I lost count. By this time, I was just going through the motions. Got dressed up in a cute girly top and a floofy knee length skirt, and topped it off with a sensible pair of heels that were only about 3 inches high or so; the kind of thing that would go with a school uniform or the like. I finally worked up the courage to look in a mirror, and for the first time that morning, I smiled… I really liked it. It was a rather scary realization but I was actually enjoying being a ‘girl’. 

Eventually, the moment of truth had arrived. It was a little too obvious I was stuck in a dream, but it seemed real enough that I couldn’t tell if I’d already woken from it or not. I closed my eyes and stepped out of the car… 

Clack. Okay. I was definitely in the real world this time, dressed like a little school girl for another big day at work. My heart sunk. I couldn’t tell if I was going to cry because I had just crossdressed for work, or because I wasn’t able to play dress-up again… A single tear fell from my eyes as I stood up, a boy going to work as a girl, because reality had fallen apart, just for the morning. And I was glad it had. I smiled through the tears and held my head high, marching through the front doors to a new and glorious day.

I felt wonderful and couldn’t help smiling as I stood in the elevator, posed like a school girl waiting for class. My heart fluttered as the counter reached my number and the doors started to spread. I just curled up inside myself and braced for impact. There stood the girls, each lined up with a less than benevolent smile on their faces. I squeaked.

Alice took a step forward and grabbed my hand, which by this point was cool and clammy from fright. I cowered as the others closed in and he wrapped an arm around me. Yeah, Alice may have been a crossdresser and was indeed extremely feminine and benign, but the sheer scale of his height when compared to mine really intimidated me. I simply trembled and he locked me into a kiss. It wasn’t long before I melted against him, his presence the only real thing keeping me in one piece. 

Contact was finally broken, and so was the group that had gathered. Alice smiled and lifted my chin as delicately as he could, then let his soft eyes gaze into my soul. 

“You’re safe with me, Mini~” He whispered, following his words up with a gentle peck on the forehead. All I could do was blush and stammer as he spun around in his heels, causing his dress to flair dramatically as he sauntered off. Even his tail swished at me as if to mock me. Teasing aside, I needed him and moved to grab his shoulder, which in my haste made me misstep in my heels. All that was seen by the others was my grab and then my apparent flailing before I hit the floor. 

I raised my head and sighed, “I hate cats.”