Craig/Andrew/Charles -- Butterflies and Hurricanes - Part One

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Title: Butterflies and Hurricanes
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Craig “Cassie” Reucassel, Charles Firth, Andrew Hansen, Chris Taylor
Pairings: Craig/Charles, Craig/Andrew, Andrew/Charles, Chris/Craig
Prompt: 1702 - RPF - The Chaser, Craig Reucassel, A bloke in a frock is always funny, but sometimes it's more than just a costume, it's something much deeper than that.
Word Count: 7,967/14,719
Part: 1/2 (Part Two)
Warning/s: trans* issues, cross-dressing, smut, wanking/masturbation, coarse language
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and has no basis in truth.
Author’s Notes: Written for lgbtfest 2009.
Summary: it’s 1995, and Craig’s just started uni. Things are going swimmingly until he realises another side of him needs to come out and dealing with that will challenge his friends and the world around him.


Butterflies and Hurricanes pt 1
Craig stared at his costume. He was more nervous than he'd anticipated. It's not like he'd never done this sort of thing before, he had, many times before. For some unknown reason, this costume was challenging him, and he couldn't for the life of him work out why. It wasn't particularly difficult to wear, or came with a difficult character to portray. It was just a dress, wig, and heels, but Craig had this strange feeling that once he put it on, things would change. He couldn’t work out why he thought this. All he could point to was a niggling feeling this was something he needed to do, that it was important. He jumped as Charles entered the small cubicle and rested a hand on his shoulder. Craig had neglected to close the door behind him.

“Jesus, Charles, will you warn me before you do that?” Craig said, turning to face him.

“Just came to see what was taking you so long. You alright?” Charles said.

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine,” Craig said.

“So what's the problem? Too small?” Charles said.

“No, it's fine. I was - just trying to get into character,” Craig said.

“Honey, it's just a costume for the revue. It's not going to weld itself to your body and never let you go,” Charles said.

“I wouldn't be surprised if it did,” Craig said, allowing himself a small smile.

“Go on, get changed. I want to see how it looks on you,” Charles said.

“Alright, alright. Gimme some privacy, yeah?” Craig said, shoving Charles back the way he'd come.

“Oi, don't take too long, I got class soon!” Charles called at the closed door.

Craig shook his head and ignored him. His courage roused, he undressed and squeezed into the dress. It was a good fit, and thankfully, it wasn't too small. It was black, made with a shiny soft material, and flowed down his body as if it were liquid. It was luxurious. Craig was surprised at how lovely it felt to wear. He ran his hands over the material, wondering what it was. It caressed his breasts rather well, and Craig thought he wouldn't need much padding to make them convincing. He already had the right shape for it, which surprised him. The heels at first had looked a little garish, but when paired with the dress, did work rather well. The wig was the last to go, and he gently settled it on top of his head, making sure it was neat.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was shocked at his transformation. There was something about the shape of his face that seemed a little odd, but he couldn't work out why. He hadn’t done anything different from the other times he’d done drag, but he looked startlingly convincing. It was unnerving. All he’d done was put a dress on. How is it possible for that to make him look so… feminine?

“Shit. That’s not good,” Craig breathed.

“Look, I know you're the hottest guy on campus, but seriously, you can stare at mirrors later. Get your cute arse out here, Reucassel,” Charles called, deciding against barging in again. Plus, the door was actually closed this time.

With a sigh, Craig took one last look at his reflection before opening the door and stepping out cautiously. Walking in heels was not easy for the novice. Craig wondered vaguely how long it took for women to get used to it. They seem to do it flawlessly.

“What do you think?” Craig said, looking at Charles.

“Jesus Christ. You look, well… normal,” Charles said.

“This is normal?” Craig said, gesturing at his costume.

“You don't look like you're in drag, that's what I mean. I did not expect you to be that convincing, and that's not quite what I was after. Maybe I should cast someone else,” Charles said.

“No way, man, this is my role. I do too look like a man in a dress. Have you seen my arms?” Craig said, flexing his muscles in a strange show of masculinity.

“Mate, have you seen your legs? They look like they were made for heels. You sure you were born a man?” Charles said.

“Of course I was. You don't want me to prove it yet again, do you?” Craig said, a finger threatening to lift the skirt of the dress.

“Mate, not now. I'm not in the mood,” Charles said, brushing him off.

“I don't know, I spend all this time getting dolled up for you and you go and reject me. You mean bastard,” Craig said, pretending to be upset.

“Save it for someone who cares. At least we know the dress fits. I was afraid it would be too small for you,” Charles said, changing the subject.

“Well, I don’t know, this skirt is rather shorter than I’m used to,” Craig said. “You haven't got any other costumes you want me to try on today, have you?”

“Ahh, no, not at the moment. Ask me next week,” Charles said. He glanced at his watch. “Shit. I gotta go. Ah, just get changed and take the costume back. Give them my profuse apologies.”

“Yeah, you always find a way to make someone else do your dirty work. Have fun, darling,” Craig said, blowing him a kiss as he grabbed his bag and left.

Craig, now alone, decided to take his time. With nothing else to do that day, he might as well not rush. The theatre could wait for their costume. Craig wanted to stare at his reflection again. Always careful, he went over to lock the door so no one could come barging in. He returned to the cubicle and took in his reflection. Charles' reaction was still fresh in his mind. He ran his hands down his body, watching the way the material hugged his body.

“Oh, I just knew this was a bad idea. Now I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be a man,” Craig murmured.

What if...?

The thought dared not complete itself, but that wouldn't make it go away. That first hint of doubt had not immediately led to some sudden epiphany of meaning, but it was enough to get the ball rolling. Seemingly unrelated thoughts and memories began to make their presence known, and tentative links began to appear.

What if I...?

Unsure he was ready to deal with such matters in spite of a hunch that he'd had these thoughts for quite some time but been unable to acknowledge them, Craig quickly undressed and hung the outfit back in its bag. No, he would not think about this now. Yes, he did have things to do. Most certainly. He had that essay he had to write. A total lie. And that book to read. Another lie. Anything to avoid thinking about it. Perhaps I should read that novel I've borrowed from the library twice now and haven't gotten around to reading yet…

He dressed and tried to make himself look as manly as possible. He couldn't look like something had happened. He was, as Charles pointed out, the hottest guy on campus, albeit only within their circle of friends. He was a thing of beauty indeed, an Adonis of Law. No way in Almighty Hell would he give that up for dresses. He was not some fucking transsexual. He was more refined than that. Oh, I did not just think that. Shit, I did, didn’t I? Oh, God, this is not going to end well.

Putting it all behind him, he grabbed the costume and left, refusing to think about what had happened, a refusal that he found deeply unsettling. He was never one to ignore issues. He usually just dealt with them and got on with his life. But not this time. As he made his way towards the theatre, he buried it deep inside his mind, hoping it would just fucking stay there and just be forgotten.



If only it was that simple. That tiny niggling doubt stayed with him over the next few weeks, reminding him it was still there as it built up its argument in a bid to convince him it was true. Charles making him try on other female costumes didn't help matters, and Craig was too proud to admit anything was wrong. Well, not until Charles presented him with that shiny black dress again and Craig wanted to cry.

“We already did that one. Why do I have to try it on again?” Craig said.

“I just want to compare it to the one you tried on yesterday. I need to get the right look. Now, get into it,” Charles said.

Craig sighed. He took the offending costume and withdrew into the cubicle again to change. He decided to get this over with and spent little time admiring his reflection as he slipped the dress on again. It was the moment that little seed of doubt had been waiting for. That thought decided to complete itself.

But what if I really was supposed to be a girl?

Craig froze. That it had articulated itself so strongly and coherently made it hard to ignore. The issue would have to be dealt with at last. Certainly it would explain a lot if it was true, and it did put forward a rather convincing argument.

“Well, why not? Makes about as much sense as anything else,” Craig murmured, admiring his reflection curiously.

How else to explain his far too convincingly feminine looks? He was beautiful, but definitely not in a traditionally masculine manner. He was all slight and juvenile and tall and handsome and delicate and yes, beautifully effeminate, as he’d been described once before. He was not a man who looked much like one. Perhaps there was a reason for that.

“By all means take all afternoon to dress. I’ve got plenty of time,” Charles called.

“Ah, Charles? Just one problem. I think I’m supposed to be a woman,” Craig said.

“Well, yes, that’s the idea, Craig. You, a man, puts on a frilly dress and prances around the stage as a woman. Simple,” Charles said.

“Ah, no, not quite that simple,” Craig said. He decided shouting through a closed door wasn’t working and opened the door, taking a step towards Charles.

“What are you on about then? You’re not telling me you’re a transsexual, are you? For Christ’s sake, putting on a dress doesn’t make you a tranny, Craig,” Charles said, laughing to dispel his concern.

“No, it doesn’t, but it made me realise that’s what I am,” Craig said, somehow unable to look at him.

Charles began to laugh it off, but Craig’s demeanour suggested this might actually be serious and perhaps it wouldn’t be a good idea to just dismiss him like that.

“Wait a minute. So you’re telling me you’re a woman, am I correct?” Charles said.

“Yeah, I suppose I am. You’re okay with that, aren’t you?” Craig said, looking up at him.

“Ah, well, this is a little unexpected, don’t you think? You sure this isn’t just a symptom of wearing too many dresses?” Charles said.

“Well, in a way it is. I mean, I’d always had these thoughts, but I ignored them until you started making me try on dresses. Everything just fell together then. I’d always wondered why I never quite felt right. Besides, you know me, if I’m refusing to deal with something, it’s serious. I don’t tend to do that. It just... makes sense, you know?” Craig said.

“Right. So, ah, what happens now?” Charles said. He shifted slightly, trying not to let his discomfort show.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Craig said.

“How should I know? I’ve never had this happen to me before. What am I supposed to say? How do I deal with this?” Charles said.

“Just don’t be a dick about it, okay? I’m not asking for understanding, or sympathy, or pity, or whatever. Just be there for me. I could use a nasty bastard like you on my side,” Craig said.

“I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself in for. I don’t want you getting hurt or anything, okay?” Charles said.

“Don’t worry, man, I can take care of myself,” Craig said.

“Good, cos I’m not doing this damn revue without you, okay? So don’t go getting yourself beaten up for no good reason.”

Charles brought him into a hug. Craig, for once, suddenly seemed like he was incredibly fragile. Charles, in spite of his acceptance, wasn’t prepared to let Craig make some stupid mistake and get himself hurt.

“Hey, it’s okay, man, I’ll be fine,” Craig said.

“You don’t know that. You’ve never been a woman out there. Prove to me you can do this and not get bashed up and I’ll stop worrying a little,” Charles said.

“Oh, you’re so on. Come on then, let’s go get me some clothes to wear. If I’m gonna be a woman, I should fucking look like one,” Craig said.

“You’re insane. You can’t wear that anyway. It’s a proper costume thing, and your legs are all hairy,” Charles pointed out.

“We can fix that. What are you scared of?” Craig said, a sudden challenge in his eyes.

“Alright, you’re on. Let’s go get you glammed up then,” Charles said.



A month later, Craig had begun living almost fulltime as a woman. Charles was surprised at just how well he passed and how quickly he’d adapted. Perhaps it was a sign he was meant to be a woman all along. It didn’t stop him worrying though. He’d managed to keep Craig away from the pub, or at least away from the drunken idiots who were most likely to take offence to Craig, which he felt rather proud of. Charles still thought Craig was just asking for trouble, but didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop, not when being a woman meant so much to him. Indeed, he’d fitted in rather well. Charles thought it was his confidence that had made that possible. There was no trace of a timid woman in Craig, and he was still as sharp as usual. Charles wondered why he thought there would be some sort of personality change when it was clear there wasn’t.

They’d had some long conversations over those few weeks. Craig had done his best to explain things to him, and Charles had done his best to understand. The more Craig talked, the more Charles realised he knew nothing, at least about gender. Craig was smashing all his assumptions to pieces and at first he wasn’t entirely happy about this. Craig was presenting him with a femininity he had never seen before. He’d even challenged his ideas about masculinity. After that particular discussion, Charles was left lying on Craig’s bed, his head swirling with thoughts he’d never thought about before. He was utterly confused, and for once, he didn’t care. Craig curled next to him, stroking his hair gently as he whispered to him.

Charles hadn’t realised Craig was capable of such complex thoughts and discussions. He’d often seemed too aloof for philosophy, and he played a ditzy woman better than a real woman did. Charles hadn’t quite seen the real Craig underneath the mask. He was not stupid by any means. He just didn’t make a show of his intellect in a way other smart kids did, and Charles found it a little disconcerting when he realised this. He still didn’t quite understand Craig’s desire to be a woman, but he’d accepted it and had stopped referring to Craig as a man, even if he sometimes slipped up with the pronouns. Little by little, Craig was becoming someone else. He was going by the name of Cassie, since Craigette sounded positively ridiculous.

Charles would always remember that first time he’d seen Craig properly dressed as a woman as he got ready for class. Craig had invited him over, just for moral support. Even though he had no worries about going out as a woman, there was still a nervousness in the pit of his stomach that he needed Charles to soothe. Craig hadn’t told his parents yet, either. He wanted to know how well he could do this before he decided if he wanted to be a woman permanently.

Cassie wasn’t a typical woman, Charles could see that straight away. She had settled into an expression of femininity that was clearly feminine, and yet she wasn’t the woman Charles had assumed she would be, the typical blonde big-titted stereotype of uber-femininity, obsessed with fashion and hair and her goddamn nails, always wearing the most girly clothes in existence. Cassie was not like this at all. There was a butchness about her, especially with her voice and the way she spoke, that made him wonder if she wouldn’t be able to pass, but that was how she wanted it to be. Charles said she looked like a lesbian. Cassie said it would be a compliment to be hit on by girls. She clearly had no intention of behaving the way society would expect her to behave. Charles wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, but as long as she was happy, Charles was happy.

In spite of all this, the revue was still coming along quite well. They were beginning auditions the next day, and Charles had managed to finalise at least half of the costumes. Cassie and Charles were going over the script as they ate lunch.

“Think we’ll get a good turn out?” Cassie said.

“Should do. I mean, we’ve had posters up for weeks. It’s not like no one knows about it. I bet there are plenty of attention whores out there just waiting to come and perform for us,” Charles said.

“Well, that’s one way of putting it,” Cassie said, with a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, I’m going to make them all give me blowjobs before they get cast,” Charles said.

“You would. Can’t get it any other way,” Cassie said.

Charles tried to be angry at her, but failed. He’d noticed the light shimmering in her hair, and she suddenly looked somewhat angelic. “Well, you never wanted me anyway. That’s hardly my fault,” he said eventually.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested now. If I’d known this is all I’d have to do to get in your pants, I’d have done it sooner,” Cassie said.

“I don’t make a habit of shagging my mates. But you are very beautiful. I sometimes forget that you’re, you know,” Charles said, not wishing to finish that sentence for fear of offending her.

“A man? Underneath all this clobber? It’s okay. You’re allowed to say so. It’s not like it’s not true, at least for the moment,” Cassie said.

“Can I kiss you then?” Charles said. He blushed. Something about Cassie made him more timid than usual when thinking about her that way.

“Don’t see why not. I was wondering when you’d ask,” Cassie said.

Charles hesitated some more before gently kissing her, his fingers loosely cupping her neck. It was good. Her lips were – soft. Sweet. They broke apart. Charles wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Got anything to do this afternoon?” Cassie said.

“Yeah, class. Meet me later?” Charles said, looking hopeful.

“I’m sure you could spare ten minutes, Charles,” Cassie said.

“What could we do in ten minutes?” Charles said.

“Come with me and I’ll show you,” Cassie said.

“Why do I feel like you’re too young to be this slutty?” Charles said.

“I’m not a baby, Charles. Come on,” Cassie said, taking his hand as she stood up.

Charles was too curious to refuse. They gathered up their things and Cassie led him away to a secluded place Charles could never quite find again. It was dark and small but it would do. They wouldn’t be disturbed here. Charles was pinned against the wall as Cassie slipped a hand between his legs.

“Why do I get the feeling you’ve been here before?” Charles said, squirming under her touch.

“Please, I’m not a whore. I never fuck anyone here for money,” Cassie said.

As punishment for the accusation, Cassie sunk to her knees and unbuttoned Charles’ pants, determined to show him just what could be achieved in ten minutes.

In the dim light, it was hard to see what she was doing, but Charles could feel everything. She did, however, make it obvious when she hitched up her skirt and began stroking her own dick. By then, Charles just wanted to fuck her. He didn’t get his wish, though. Cassie sucked him off good and left it at that. She wiped her mouth clean and stood up, pressing again rather close to him as she made sure he could feel her erection.

“Well, I done my bit. You gonna pay up?” Cassie said, licking his cheek.

“What do you want now?” Charles said.

“What to you think?” Cassie said, bringing his hand to her groin.

“I’m not really good at this stuff, you know,” Charles said.

“You’ll hurry if you want to get to class, but maybe you could skip it, just this once,” Cassie said.

“I really can’t. I gotta go. But I’ll do my best,” Charles said.

“Come to my place tonight. Be there around seven. At least then we’ll have some privacy,” Cassie said.

“Okay, sounds good,” Charles said.

Charles did what he could, with her help, and Cassie was satisfied. Charles kissed her as he cleaned himself up. There was one last goodbye kiss and Charles left. Cassie watched him go. She’d have to go too. Her flat wouldn’t pay for itself. Thankfully, her boss was somewhat more accommodating than she’d anticipated; as long as she looked flawlessly feminine, no one bothered her. It was more effort than she usually felt like putting in to her appearance, but she didn’t want to try and look for another job, so she did as she was told.



Cassie arrived home tired and ready for a night of mindless entertainment. She’d just got out of the shower when Charles arrived, offering her a small bunch of roses and a kind smile. She had the towel wrapped around her chest, even though she had no breasts to hide.

“Oh, you romantic sop, you. Do come in, love,” Cassie said, taking the flowers.

Charles kissed her cheek and entered. Cassie shut the door and set the roses in an old coffee plunger she no longer used. It was supposed to be thrown out by now, but she hadn’t gotten around to it. It would do as a vase until she could get a proper one.

“I see I interrupted your shower. You want me to go?” Charles said, trying not to get too turned on by the prospect of already naked Cassie.

“Well, you could let me get dressed, unless all you’re interested in is getting undressed,” Cassie said.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Charles said.

“Well, I have waited a while for you to catch up, Charles. The least you could do is reciprocate,” Cassie said.

“So what did you want to do tonight anyway?” Charles said.

“Oh, whatever. I left it open in case you weren’t ready for sex,” Cassie said.

“Okay, now I’m insulted. I’m older than you. Don’t you go telling me when I’m not ready for sex,” Charles said.

“Age means nothing, sunshine. I take it you’d like me to drop this towel and lie on my bed, yeah?” Cassie said, doing so anyway without waiting for his answer.

Charles blushed again. Craig-Cassie looked remarkably feminine in spite of the lack of breasts and female genitals. It was strange how much she looked like a woman, and yet, her body was wrong. Charles really wanted her, but wasn’t sure how to go about doing so.

“Do come and join me, love. I’m not going to bite,” Cassie said.

Charles gradually undressed, not wanting to hurry. He pulled his shirt off over his head and lay down beside her, kissing her. Charles was as terrified as he was excited. Cassie undoing his fly and slipping a hand inside wasn’t helping. He pulled away for a moment, not sure how to continue.

“Wait. What do I do? I don’t know what to do with you,” Charles said.

“Charles, I have a fully functioning penis. Sure, it’s not a vagina, but no one’s perfect. It’ll do,” Cassie said.

Charles was hesitant. He had no experience making out with boys, or women with male bodies, in Cassie’s case. What did one do with a penis? It seemed a redundant question, since he had one himself, but it perplexed him. Cassie perplexed him. Didn’t he read somewhere about pre-operative transsexuals not wanting their genitals touched or something? Maybe he’d make Cassie upset if he did that. Even though he’d run this scenario through in his head many times before, he’d never hesitated like this. He couldn’t work out why. Cassie decided he’d hesitated enough and slowly drew his hand down between her legs, letting his fingers close around her.

“Go slow, see what happens,” Cassie said, brushing a finger down his cheek.

“This isn’t going to upset you, is it? This is okay?” Charles said as he began stroking slowly.

“It’s fine. Now hurry up. I’m really horny tonight,” Cassie said.

Charles continued, listening for Cassie’s advice if he did something wrong. He soon got the hang of it, and Cassie had a most satisfactory orgasm. She drew Charles in for a kiss, holding him close.

“I’ll make a man out of you in time,” Cassie whispered.

Charles shivered as Cassie teased him until he came. He had come onto her thigh and her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind. She moved down and licked him clean. He ran his fingers through her hair. She’d started growing it, though it wasn’t quite long enough to look feminine enough yet unless she styled it properly.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Charles murmured.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” Cassie said.

Charles brought her into a hug and kissed her. He just wanted to stay here with her. She was special in a way no other girl was. He kissed the top of her head while she curled against his body.

“Will you ever transition?” Charles said.

“Dunno. Maybe. I think some day I’d like children. My own children. So maybe I’ll wait,” Cassie said.

“You’d need a girlfriend first,” Charles said.

“I had worked that out, yes. That might be easier to do as a man. Maybe I should try that,” Cassie said.

“You’re going to go back to being Craig again, just so you can have kids?” Charles said.

“Well, maybe not. I don’t know. Some days I wake up as a girl, some days, not so much. I was like that as a kid too. Some days, I was just a girl that day. The next day, I might’ve been a dragon or a unicorn or something. I don’t know why. What? I was left on my own a lot. I had to make my own fun,” Cassie said, catching the look Charles was giving her.

“Somehow I’m not surprised,” Charles said. “If being a woman is what you really want though, I don’t think you should give up on that.”

“I don’t know, but what the fuck is a woman anyway? What’s a man? Why does any of this bullshit matter?” Cassie said.

“Because it does. People don’t like it being broken. At least if you settled into a proper female role, they might leave you alone. You’re too aggressive and competitive, and you don’t look feminine enough half the time. As I said before, you look like a lesbian,” Charles said.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’re only saying that now because I told you I wanted a woman to have kids with. We can settle down and be lesbian mums together. We’ll smoke and drink and ride Harleys and and get tattooes wear lots of leather,” Cassie said.

“You know, sometimes I think you’re just asking for trouble,” Charles said.

“If it makes them uncomfortable, so be it. It wouldn’t kill them to think a little. I know what men can be like. I’ve seen what they can do to their families. The less of that there is, the better this world will be,” Cassie said.

“Speaking from experience, hey?” Charles said.

“Well, something like that. My mum deals with that shit every day with her work, that’s all,” Cassie said.

“Oh, right. Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Don’t worry about it. I hope you realise I’m gonna fuck you one day,” Cassie said, looking up at him.

“One day. Not yet. Still figuring stuff out,” Charles said.

“You’ll get there one day, princess,” Cassie said.

“Why did I let you talk me into taking that role?” Charles said.

“Because you’d look cute with a tiara and a pink dress. And you and Andrew suit each other. You can be his bratty younger sister. It’ll be awesome,” Cassie said.

“I’m already thinking about what I’ll make you be next year. It won’t be pretty, I can promise you that. Maybe you can be a tree or something,” Charles said.

“Try it and see how far you get,” Cassie said. She gently squeezed his wrist, as if that was all she needed to do to assert her dominance again.

“Maybe you can be the tree right up the front of the stage where everyone can see you,” Charles said.

“I’d be the best damn Christmas tree ever,” Cassie said.

“That wasn’t quite what I was thinking, Cas,” Charles said.

“No, but it is now. Christmas in July show or something? Might be worth doing,” Cassie said.

“I don’t need more work to do, you know,” Charles said.

“Hey, this thing was your idea in the first place. You’ve only for yourself to blame for that now,” Cassie said.

“I should make you fuck me for that,” Charles said.

“You wouldn’t force a girl into sex, would you? We’ll fuck later, okay?” Cassie said.

“I really, really hate you, Cassie,” Charles said, resisting the urge to call her Craig. There was at least a small part of common sense left in him that knew that would not go down well at all, even if he only meant it in jest.

Cassie grinned at him and brought him into a kiss. Charles held her close and relished her company. He might tease her, but he teased everyone he loved. That Cassie could insult him better than he was able to insult her made him feel better about it.



Auditions the next day had started in a somewhat mediocre manner. Apparently, everyone was under the impression you needed no talent to do revue. Charles had other ideas and harshly rejected the first fifteen people. Cassie at least ensured he wasn’t harsh to them to their faces, but there was still an ardent rejection on the notepad in front of him. And then along came Andrew and things began to look up, though Charles wasn’t immediately convinced.

“You can’t keep rejecting everyone. This guy’s a performer. We need him,” Cassie whispered as they considered their judgement.

“Yeah, but look at him. What can I possibly do with that?” Charles said, referring to his shoulder length hair and scrawny appearance.

“A fair maiden perhaps? Or a princess? I don’t know. You’re the one who wrote all those men in dresses parts,” Cassie said.

Charles sighed. Cassie had a point. He did look like the princess sort. He might look good in a gown. “Alright, mate, you’re in. What’s your name again?” Charles said.

Andrew slid off the stage where he’d been sitting and approached them. “I’m Andrew. Thanks again, guys. I’ve been waiting for something like this to do,” Andrew said.

Cassie saw his attraction before Charles did, and made it her mission to get to know this cute musician. “Come for coffee afterwards, yeah? We should talk,” she said. She was suddenly feeling very feminine and flirty and decided to embrace this feeling, merely to see where it would lead.

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that,” Andrew said with a smile. Cassie liked his awkwardness. He was a nerd, no doubt about that, but he had his own charms.

Cassie blew him a kiss as he left, excusing himself for a moment with a promise to return soon enough. Andrew blushed and Charles gave Cassie a jealous glance.

“I don’t know, when did I give you permission to flirt with the cast?” Charles said.

“Fair’s fair. You were offering them blow jobs before. Besides, he’s cute,” Cassie said.

“Please, you were never this flirty as a guy. That dress has messed with your head,” Charles said.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t eyeing him off too. I saw the way you watched him as he sung. You were as smitten as I was. I dare you to come with us for coffee as well. See if you can sit beside him and not want to shag him,” Cassie said.

“You’ve got a really filthy mouth for a girl, you know,” Charles said.

“I’m hardly a typical girl. You didn’t seem to mind last night, did you?” Cassie said, leaning in to whisper in his ear. She had noticed their next victim, and he was kinda cute, in a pretentious kind of manner, though Cassie thought she preferred Andrew more.

“Save it. We have work to do,” Charles said.

Cassie sighed and gave in. Charles did have a point. She’d have her own fun later.



Eventually, they had their cast, or at least a cast that would suffice. They’d dish out roles over the next week and begin rehearsals. Cassie was just happy to not have to sit in uncomfortable chairs any longer. She tidied up their notes and they left. Andrew was waiting outside for them, leaning against the wall.

“Hey, you did wait. Awesome,” Cassie said.

“Well, who am I to turn down an offer of coffee from someone as pretty as you?” Andrew said.

“Ooh, flattery will get you everywhere, love. Come on,” Cassie said, taking his arm as she led him off. Charles trailed along behind them, trying not to let his conflicting jealousies get in the way.



They found a corner table to sit at, and Cassie sent Charles off to get their order, mostly so Cassie could spend a few moments flirting with him without Charles glaring at her.

“So, Cassie, is it?” Andrew said, trying not to sound nervous. Cassie was rather beautiful and wasn’t the sort of girl he usually hung out with.

“Yeah, Cassie. You really are something special. No one else sung as lovely as you,” Cassie said.

“Sang. The word is sang. And thanks,” Andrew said, unable to stop himself correcting her grammar.

“Oh, right. Sang. Yeah. That’s the one. Bit of a nerd, you are,” Cassie said.

“I don’t see how you’re surprised, personally,” Andrew said.

“You have lovely hands, though. I like your hands. Lovely long fingers,” Cassie said, caressing his hands. She drew her hands along his fingers appreciatively.

“Ah, thanks.”

He gazed at her, his brain somewhat melted out, as she brushed his hand against her cheek. Women this gorgeous didn’t just do this to him, like ever. There was something in Cassie’s eyes that Andrew wanted to discover, a mystery hiding itself seductively behind those hazel eyes that was daring him to ask what it was.

“Oi, Cassie, don’t break him now,” Charles said, returning with their coffee on a tray.

Cassie smiled and kissed his hand before letting him go. Andrew blinked as she winked at him, a promise that meant everything and nothing. He looked down as Charles set his coffee before him and took a seat on the bench next to him.

“I wasn’t gonna break him. He’s too pretty for that,” Cassie said.

“You just watch yourself, mate. Don’t go getting in trouble so soon after starting here,” Charles said, chiding Cassie.

“Well, that explains why I’ve never seen you around before. First year?” Andrew said.

“Yeah. Law/Economics,” Cassie said.

“Smartarse,” Charles murmured with a playful grin.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t get into law,” Cassie said.

“It’s bad enough having my sister here. Don’t rub it in,” Charles said.

“Word of advice. Don’t go near his sister. She’s scary,” Cassie said to Andrew.

“Just because she keeps beating you when you debate her is no reason to call her scary,” Charles said, though he didn’t sound as convinced as he wanted to.

“You haven’t seen her in full flight. Woe to anyone who goes against her,” Cassie said.

“You’ve never lived with her. I think I’m a better judge of what she’s like,” Charles said.

“Which is why you’re really scared of her like everyone else is,” Cassie said. She turned to Andrew, who was sipping his coffee quietly. “Feel free to say something. It’s not like we haven’t had this argument before,” she said.

“Don’t stop on my part. I’m enjoying watching you argue. It’s very entertaining,” Andrew said.

“I do believe he’s just insulted us, Charles,” Cassie said. She turned to him and leaned against him, brushing a finger up his chest. “You do have a vicious side, don’t you?”

“It’s one of my many talents,” Andrew said.

“You, sir, are just asking for punishment,” Cassie said.

“That’s not a crime, is it? I do believe you started flirting with me first,” Andrew said.

“Yes, but you flirted back. That voids my responsibility for what I’m about to do,” Cassie said, gripping his chin lightly.

Andrew had no time to reply before Cassie had kissed him. Charles bit his tongue and refused the urge to get jealous. Andrew hardly believed his luck and it took a moment before he got over his shock and kissed back, eager to make the most of it. His hand innocently made its way to Cassie’s thigh, slowly moving along her leg. Cassie didn’t care. She liked the attention. Andrew didn’t think he was brave enough to dare slink his hand inside that dress, though. Cassie pulled away gradually, licking his lips as if she didn’t want to stop. Andrew leant back, trying not to look flustered.

“How bout you finish that coffee and we head off to your place, yeah? I liked where that was going,” Cassie said.

“Yeah, sounds good. Jesus,” Andrew said.

“I told you not to break him, Cass, and look what you went and did,” Charles said.

“Like you don’t want to do the same to him. I saw you perving. Kiss him. He’s very accommodating,” Cassie said.

Andrew looked at Charles. He was rather lovely, too. His eyes, though… Before Andrew could finish that thought, he was being kissed again. Charles was more hesitant, testing the waters, as it were. Andrew wondered if he hadn’t just died and gone to heaven.

“That’s better. Now you can stop that jealous pouting. It’s never a cute look for you, you know,” Cassie said as Charles pulled back a little and stared into Andrew’s eyes, hands cupping his face.

Charles ignored him and kissed him again. Andrew had a feeling he didn’t want to leave these two new friends if they kept kissing him like this. He was getting rather turned on. His bisexual nature had never been challenged as forcefully as this. Andrew pulled back, trying to kill the heat rising in his body.

“Uh, guys, if you’re going to maul me, could we kinda not do this here?” Andrew said.

“Certainly, princess. Go on, drink up and let’s get out of here. I can tell someone’s happy,” Cassie said, smirking at Andrew as she glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

“Shit,” Andrew cursed.

“Settle down, cowboy, don’t come too soon, or you’ll miss all the fun,” Cassie murmured to him.

Andrew just grabbed his coffee and drank it, trying to think of something horrid to fend off his arousal. Five minutes later, they were gone, making their way to Andrew’s flat. Charles, unfortunately, had work to do, and reluctantly left them alone. He made Cassie promise not to go too far. The last thing he wanted was to lose her now that he’d just gotten hold of her. Cassie promised she’d be good and waved him goodbye. Once Charles was out of sight, Cassie kissed Andrew again, just to remind herself of how lovely he was.



Cassie was determined not to let an air of awkwardness hold back their desire. As soon as the door was closed, Andrew was kissed again, stumbling back towards the bed. He fell back hard, Cassie’s weight winding him somewhat.

“Just before we start, I do hope you’re okay with transgendered people,” Cassie whispered. She felt it pertinent to mention, in case Andrew wasn’t as keen on cock as he had seemed.

“Trans-wait, what? What are you on about?” Andrew said. All he could see was her eyes peering at him. He hadn’t quite caught her words in etween staring at her with desire.

Cassie lowered her voice. “Mind if I fuck you senseless?” she growled, a mirror of her old masculine self showing through. She bit his ear tenderly, flicking her tongue over the wound.

Andrew shivered. Oh, he understood alright. So that was the mystery hiding in her eyes. “You’ve had a sex change?”

“Not yet, love. Is that a problem?” Cassie said.

Andrew lost his will to speak. He had never seen someone as beautiful as Cassie was. How could she not have had a sex change? She looked like a real girl. Maybe she was a real girl. He totally believed her appearance. He just couldn’t see a man in her at all.

“What the hell are you?” Andrew said, genuinely curious. He was utterly perplexed by her and wanted to find out everything about her. He’d never met a transwoman before, let alone one that was as convincing as Cassie.

“Whatever you want me to be. You’re not straight are you?” Cassie said.

“Bi, not that I tell people often. I’ve mostly slept with women though. You, however, are something entirely different, but just as attractive,” Andrew said. “Is there really a man under there?”

“Want me to show you?” Cassie said.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Andrew said.

“Well, I’m not fucking you with one of my best outfits on, so you’re going to have to see me naked anyway,” Cassie said, sitting up.

She straddled his hips as she peeled off her dress. The padded bra was seductively flung aside, and her underwear slipped down her thighs and discarded.

“That man enough for you?” Cassie said, lowering her voice again.

Andrew was surprised. He was looking at a very fine sample of a male body, and yet…

“I have no idea what you are, but if you don’t get down here and kiss me again, I might have to take matters into my own hands,” Andrew said. Jesus, his pants were getting tight.

Cassie smirked and settled on top of him, kissing him as she embraced his head with her arms.



Charles dragged the phone into his room, not wishing to be overheard. Cassie had begun talking about Andrew and their night together and Charles was blushing at her vulgarity. He shut his bedroom door and settled on his bed, keeping his voice down instinctively, as if his parents would somehow be able to hear what she was saying if he stayed out in the hall. The pitfalls of still living at home. He really should move out.

“You did what to him?” Charles said, having missed Cassie’s last sentence as he moved.

“I pinned him down and fucked him and his beautiful tight arse senseless, that’s what. Any complaints?” Cassie said, lowering her voice for effect.

“Jesus, I told you not to go too far with him,” Charles said.

“You’re just jealous you missed out. But hey, I’m still at his place. If you’re free, come on over, love. He’d be ever so happy to see you,” Cassie said.

“It’s nearly midnight. I am not going-”

“We’re both naked, lying on his bed. I’m slowly stroking his dick, and he’s making these adorably cute noises. He’s sucking on my nipples, you know. Oh, God, that feels good. Yeah, lower, mate, lower. Oh, Christ, yes.”

Charles swallowed. Cassie was gonna get so told off tomorrow. The phone dropped from his hands and he curled up, trying not to think of her and what she and Andrew were doing.



In Andrew’s flat, Cassie was laughing as she hung up. She and Andrew were seated in front of the small television, fully, well, mostly clothed, sipping cups of tea. Well, no, that wasn’t quite right. Cassie was sprawled rather spectacularly across the couch while Andrew fit around her. Their cups of tea were on the coffee table. It had been Andrew’s idea to call up Charles and tease him, whether or not they managed to coax him round. Cassie didn’t think he would, but it was always worth a shot.

“He’s not coming is he?” Andrew said, still giggling.

“I think he might be. In his room. With the door closed,” Cassie said and laughed, setting the phone back on the floor.

Andrew laughed. Oh, he was growing fond of Cassie. He liked her devious thoughts. “Not so dissimilar to how we spent the evening.”

“Except I think we had more fun,” Cassie said.

“I’m quite certain we did. Hey, what time is it anyway?” Andrew said.

“Um, I don’t know. I don’t wear a watch,” Cassie said.

Andrew turned and looked around the room. Not seeing his watch, he scrambled over the back of the sofa, bashing his shin as he went, and checked the time on the clock radio beside the bed.

“Ahh, shit. It’s nearly one am. We should get to bed. I have an early class,” Andrew said. “You crashing here or not?”

“I’ll crash, if you don’t mind. I’m not done snuggling with you yet,” Cassie said, getting up to join him.

They shared a quick kiss and undressed again. After making sure the door was locked and the blinds drawn, they climbed into bed together. Andrew leant his head on Cassie’s chest as he settled down. Cassie held him lightly, her fingers gently stroking his hair. Andrew missed his class the next morning.