Post by clareywire on Feb 8, 2006 15:55:27 GMT -5
A/N - Those who have read various threads elsewhere may have some idea what this secret fetish is 
anyway hope you enjoy this
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It was an average girl’s night out for Lisa; meet up with Cynthia, go to a club, down a few sea breezes before stumbling to the next club for more… Cynthia had currently abandoned her to flirt with some guy at the bar, and Lisa didn’t have the heart to tell her that this guy was blatantly gay.
The claustrophobic atmosphere of the club made Lisa nauseous, so she decided to pop outside for a minute to clear her head. Outside it was much quieter, with less people around – although some were going in and out of the clubs that lined the street.
Not paying much attention to where she was going, Lisa was surprised when she bumped into someone tall and stumbled backwards. “Ouch!” she put a hand to her head and looked up, “Sorry I” she swayed as she stared at the wide-eyed female who looked strangely manly… familiar manly…like… “Jackson?” Lisa cried out. Maybe she did have one too many sea breezes.
“Uh who dear? I am not a Jackson, I am a lady” this manly woman replied after clearing their throat and putting on a questionable accent.
Lisa narrowed her eyes and reached out pulling the feather boa away from their neck, “A-ha!” she pointed to the tell-tale scar and smiled with glee before bursting into laughter. “I always did think your eyebrows were a little too thin and girly!”
Jackson cursed and took her by the elbow, leading her down the near by alley way. “How dare you” he hissed, “they are not too thin” he ran a finger over an eyebrow.
Lisa gave him an incredulous look, “Why on earth are you dressed up like this?”
Jackson had a brief panicked look in his eyes, “I, I can’t tell you… it’s a secret”
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “What like a secret mission?”
Jackson moved his eyes in a shifty manner as he said “uh yes, yes precisely that!...a mission…secret, can’t tell” he nodded.
Lisa folded her arms, “How long have you been on this ‘mission’?”
“Um, not long”
“Your makeup is a little too well done for someone whose been not doing this for long”
Jackson smiled but then shook his head, “uh well, see, I’ve had to do it before”
“You dress up like a woman frequently?”
“Yes, I mean for work purposes only… it’s um, a part of training”
“So, all assassins know how to apply makeup?”
“um, yes” Jackson replied with fading hope.
“Show me your legs”
“What?”
“Show me your legs!” Lisa demanded.
“What do you think I am some piece of meat for you to ogle?” Jackson put a hand on his chest and looked offended. Seeing her look he grumbled and pulled back the long coat to reveal long smooth legs.
Lisa bent down and ran a hand over them, “You’ve waxed… no man would get their legs waxed even if they were paid, they do it for enjoyment!” she accused as she stood up.
“No!” he cried out.
“Yes!” Lisa pointed at him, “I put it to you Jackson, that you are dressed up like this because of a secret cross dressing fetish, not for work!”
“NOOO!” Jackson covered his ears and turned away from her.
“YES!” Lisa shouted back while admiring his coat – she wondered if she could buy one.
Jackson had to lean against the wall for support, “they must never find out!” he whispered to himself, “NEVER!”
Lisa walked over and patted him on the shoulder, “there there… you know you do make a convincing woman, and a pretty one at that”
“Really?” Jackson sniffled then pulled out a pocket mirror to check his eye makeup hadn’t smudged.
“Yeah… if I was a gay man, or a confused lesbian, or…something, I’d think you were hot stuff”
“Well, I am hot stuff” Jackson shrugged and smiled to himself.
“Yeah, so don’t hide away Jackson, you get out there and strut your stuff! You have legs that women would die for… even me” she looked away with shame of her jealousy.
“Well that could be arranged” Jackson smiled and patted her cheek. “you’re right, Kitten has been hidden away for too long, its time she was out in the world for all to see!”
“Kitten?” Lisa asked confused.
“You know I always did like you a little bit” Jackson admitted, “I could even forgive you for shooting me, stabbing me with a pen, and a high heel – cute shoes by the way!”
“Thanks” Lisa smiled.
“I’m actually on my way to my sugar dad- I mean uh… a friend’s bar, where I do a little cabaret” Jackson said while checking the blonde wig was on okay, “care to join me?”
“Um, well actually I left Cynthia in a bar with a gay man”
“Oh they can both come along too” Jackson waved a hand excitedly, “this guy is he cute? You know, just out of curiosity”
“Are you gay?”
“Jesus Lisa, don’t make me hit you with my handbag!” Jackson scowled.
“Okay sorry for asking” Lisa raised her hands in defence, “you’re obviously a very manly straight man”
“Indeed!” Jackson flicked his hair, “now come along, I only have an hour to choose what dress to wear for my performance, and these damn platforms are killing me!”
“Okay” Lisa shrugged and linked arms with him, to go and fetch Cynthia and the gay guy and head off to the bar belonging to Jackson’s sugar daddy – uh friend.
anyway hope you enjoy this------------------------------------
It was an average girl’s night out for Lisa; meet up with Cynthia, go to a club, down a few sea breezes before stumbling to the next club for more… Cynthia had currently abandoned her to flirt with some guy at the bar, and Lisa didn’t have the heart to tell her that this guy was blatantly gay.
The claustrophobic atmosphere of the club made Lisa nauseous, so she decided to pop outside for a minute to clear her head. Outside it was much quieter, with less people around – although some were going in and out of the clubs that lined the street.
Not paying much attention to where she was going, Lisa was surprised when she bumped into someone tall and stumbled backwards. “Ouch!” she put a hand to her head and looked up, “Sorry I” she swayed as she stared at the wide-eyed female who looked strangely manly… familiar manly…like… “Jackson?” Lisa cried out. Maybe she did have one too many sea breezes.
“Uh who dear? I am not a Jackson, I am a lady” this manly woman replied after clearing their throat and putting on a questionable accent.
Lisa narrowed her eyes and reached out pulling the feather boa away from their neck, “A-ha!” she pointed to the tell-tale scar and smiled with glee before bursting into laughter. “I always did think your eyebrows were a little too thin and girly!”
Jackson cursed and took her by the elbow, leading her down the near by alley way. “How dare you” he hissed, “they are not too thin” he ran a finger over an eyebrow.
Lisa gave him an incredulous look, “Why on earth are you dressed up like this?”
Jackson had a brief panicked look in his eyes, “I, I can’t tell you… it’s a secret”
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “What like a secret mission?”
Jackson moved his eyes in a shifty manner as he said “uh yes, yes precisely that!...a mission…secret, can’t tell” he nodded.
Lisa folded her arms, “How long have you been on this ‘mission’?”
“Um, not long”
“Your makeup is a little too well done for someone whose been not doing this for long”
Jackson smiled but then shook his head, “uh well, see, I’ve had to do it before”
“You dress up like a woman frequently?”
“Yes, I mean for work purposes only… it’s um, a part of training”
“So, all assassins know how to apply makeup?”
“um, yes” Jackson replied with fading hope.
“Show me your legs”
“What?”
“Show me your legs!” Lisa demanded.
“What do you think I am some piece of meat for you to ogle?” Jackson put a hand on his chest and looked offended. Seeing her look he grumbled and pulled back the long coat to reveal long smooth legs.
Lisa bent down and ran a hand over them, “You’ve waxed… no man would get their legs waxed even if they were paid, they do it for enjoyment!” she accused as she stood up.
“No!” he cried out.
“Yes!” Lisa pointed at him, “I put it to you Jackson, that you are dressed up like this because of a secret cross dressing fetish, not for work!”
“NOOO!” Jackson covered his ears and turned away from her.
“YES!” Lisa shouted back while admiring his coat – she wondered if she could buy one.
Jackson had to lean against the wall for support, “they must never find out!” he whispered to himself, “NEVER!”
Lisa walked over and patted him on the shoulder, “there there… you know you do make a convincing woman, and a pretty one at that”
“Really?” Jackson sniffled then pulled out a pocket mirror to check his eye makeup hadn’t smudged.
“Yeah… if I was a gay man, or a confused lesbian, or…something, I’d think you were hot stuff”
“Well, I am hot stuff” Jackson shrugged and smiled to himself.
“Yeah, so don’t hide away Jackson, you get out there and strut your stuff! You have legs that women would die for… even me” she looked away with shame of her jealousy.
“Well that could be arranged” Jackson smiled and patted her cheek. “you’re right, Kitten has been hidden away for too long, its time she was out in the world for all to see!”
“Kitten?” Lisa asked confused.
“You know I always did like you a little bit” Jackson admitted, “I could even forgive you for shooting me, stabbing me with a pen, and a high heel – cute shoes by the way!”
“Thanks” Lisa smiled.
“I’m actually on my way to my sugar dad- I mean uh… a friend’s bar, where I do a little cabaret” Jackson said while checking the blonde wig was on okay, “care to join me?”
“Um, well actually I left Cynthia in a bar with a gay man”
“Oh they can both come along too” Jackson waved a hand excitedly, “this guy is he cute? You know, just out of curiosity”
“Are you gay?”
“Jesus Lisa, don’t make me hit you with my handbag!” Jackson scowled.
“Okay sorry for asking” Lisa raised her hands in defence, “you’re obviously a very manly straight man”
“Indeed!” Jackson flicked his hair, “now come along, I only have an hour to choose what dress to wear for my performance, and these damn platforms are killing me!”
“Okay” Lisa shrugged and linked arms with him, to go and fetch Cynthia and the gay guy and head off to the bar belonging to Jackson’s sugar daddy – uh friend.
