Cynthia's Visit Part 3

Cynthia’s Visit Part 3

Trying so hard to stop myself from bolting up from the table and running away, I hold my breath as the two guys amble back over toward the bar to get the drinks.

“C…Cynthia……?” I wheeze, gripping the edge of the table with my hands. “I…I…Don’t know if I can do this!”

Cynthia leans forward and rubs her leg that I just kicked under the table. As she sits back up, she gives me an annoyed shake of her head.

“Ouch Katie….!” She whispers, giving me a comically sad expression. “Next time nudge me or something. Kicking me with those pointy heels you’ve got on hurts y’know.”

Putting my teeth together, I give her a very guilty smile.

“Sorry…,” I say quickly, hoping that she wasn’t too annoyed at me. “I’m just……”

“You don’t have to say it,” Cynthia interrupts, gentling touching my knee with her soft hand. “I can see you are nervous about this.”

Eyes wide open, I sarcastically nod my head at her to agree.

“You dam straight I’m nervous!”

“Giiirrrrl…..,” Cynthia playfully giggles, poking me in the shoulder. “I promise this will be worth it. You’ll only grow in confidence if you let Katie have an outing. My advice right now is just to try and be yourself. Does it matter if you're wearing a dress or not!?”

“Well….,” I mumble, annoyed that her logic is probably right. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re passable and you’ve been living as a woman. I haven’t! This is literally my first time out as Katie!”

“Say…what!?” Cynthia almost screams in my face, pulling an unexpected shocked expression.

Terrified she’s making a scene, I slide down a little in my chair and cover my face. “Cynthia…please!”

“This is your first time out as Katie?” Cynthia questions with worry. Her tone was a lot less friendly and actually a little angrier.

Bashfully, I look up at her with a bright red face. “Yeah….kinda is.”

“Oh Katie,” she sighs and shakes her head. “You told me you’d been out as Katie a few times!”

Nervously, I scratch my head and tuck my long hair behind my ears. “…I thought that was what you’d want to hear,” I explain, talking down at my hands. “I wanted you to think I was….cool—like you.”

“Well…now I’m nervous too!” Cynthia apprehensively chuckles.

“Sorry….,”

“Shhhhh…..” Cynthia whispers. “They're coming back. Just smile and follow my lead.”

My heart beats like crazy as the two well-dressed guys pull out the seats in front of us and sit down. It was like I was at school again and the girl I fancied had sat next to me. I could feel my face blushing and my hands shaking.

I couldn’t even look up at the guys. Would they be able to tell I’m a guy if I give them even a second of eye contact!?

“Ladies!” the guy in the posh blue jacket says excitedly, placing two large glasses of sangria onto the table. “My name is Oliver and my friend here is Ken

Oliver sits opposite Cynthia and Ken sits opposite me. Without looking at either of them, I could tell they were looking at me. I could feel their eyes burning me as they stare.

Dutch courage is one hundred percent needed. It takes me less than a second to take a long sip of my drink.

“Sweety…,” Ken laughs, sipping his pint. “You thirsty?”

“Y-yeah,” I timidly answer, quiet at a mouse.”

“Well…thank you, boys!” Cynthia squeals loudly, taking the focus off me.

Taking another long sip of my drink, I look up at the two guys. I was worried I might know them, but I’m extremely pleased to say I’ve never seen them before in my life. That does make me feel a little more at ease.

“That’s ok sweetheart,” Olivier smiles, winking at Cynthia as he sips his pint.

“Sweetheart!” Cynthia gushes, smiling wide. “I love the way you brits say that! Make me feel like some dame from some cheesy gangster film.”

Oliver and Ken look at each other, before taking long gulps of drink. I dread to know what they are thinking.

“So….,” Oliver says, reaching over the table to touch Cynthia’s hand. “What are the names of our lovely ladies?”

I don’t want to answer! Calling myself Katie to people who don’t know me…. Just felt plain wrong. It’s like I’m a child again—playing dress-up with my mum's clothes. I just felt so silly.

“My name’s Cynthia… sugar,” Cynthia says, touching me lightly on the shoulder. “..and this little cutie is Katie.”

Ken then reaches over the table, completely catching me off guard, and touches my hand. “Hello Katie,” he says, trying to be suave but just coming off a little creepy.

Without thinking, I flinch away from him. “H-hi…,” I squeak, awkwardly laughing as I bring my hands back to the safety of my lap.

Oliver chuckles to himself as he takes another sip of beer. “So…..,” he says merrily. “What brings you to the UK Cynthia? What state are you from?”

Shuffling with excitement in her seat, Cynthia leans forward to answer.

“Illinois!” she cheers, almost like she’s expecting a group of fellow ‘Illinoisans’ to cheer out.

“Never been,” Ken blurts, rudely interrupting.

Cynthia’s face drops a little. “You should,” she quickly replies before turning her attention back to Oliver.

“So… I’m here to Visit Katie!” Cynthia continues, turning to give me the biggest and widest smile.

Looking into Cynthia’s big beautiful eyes, I really focused on how naturally attractive she is! Having any pretty girl smile at me like that would make my heart flutter normally, but with her, my heart almost skips a beat!

Am I…kinda attracted to her!? She is so darn pretty in that dress and I absolutely love the confidence she radiates!

Nah…I can’t be. She’s already got a girlfriend back home.

“Oh nice,” Olivier replies, turning to face me as both his and Cynthia’s gaze make me go all flush. “Are you local Kaite…? I’ve not seen you around here before and pretty girls like you….I tend to remember.”

“Y-yeah…kinda,” I reply, awkwardly smiling, but doing my best not to give eye contact.

“Have to make a mental note of you then sweetheart,” Oliver comments. “Are you both….single?”

I bet he wants to know. Shame that I am and Cynthia's not!

“Yes!” Cynthia quickly replies, stunning me that she’d lie.

Shifting nervously, I kick Cynthia under the table once again to show my displeasure. This time I was a little lighter.

As I score a direct hit, Cynthia glares at me and shakes her head.

“Oh…,” Ken reacts to us with a frustrated huff. “Are you single or are you not? I’m not interested in any woman with baggage.”

Cynthia continues to glare at me as I try my best to get her to reconsider her answer. Unfortunately, we can’t talk telepathically

“Ladies…?” Oliver chuckles…clearly trying to make light of an awkward situation between me and her. “Simple answer….are you or are you not?”

Cynthia turns back to Oliver and gives him a nervous giggle. Reaching across the table, she touches him flirtatiously on the hand.

“Yeah….we both are dear,” she says.

Turning back to face me, Cynthia gives me a nod and a smile. She’s clearly got an idea and she did say follow her lead.

“Yup…single,” I grumble, playing with the straw in my drink, trying not to look at either of the guys sitting with us. Still, this feels like she’s playing with fire!

“Great!” Ken laughs, moving his leg next to mine under the table.

As he presses his leg up against my bare skin, I instantly understood what was happening here. We are only moments away from playing footsie!

Cynthia’s voice then turns serious. I’d not heard her voice sound so deep.

“There is something we need to let you boys know,” she admits, giving me a comforting smile as she speaks. “Neither of us wants to trick you so….let me fill you in on the truth.”

Is she going to tell them!? Is she about to out us!? Is she mad?

Like slow motion, I feel myself struggling to move and speak. I wanted to kick her or interrupt her, but all I could do is sit and watch as the cat is let out of the bag.

“We are transwomen.” She declares, leaving the entire table in silence.

Feeling like the entire world was crumbling around me, I could barely breathe or even move. This was the absolute worst nightmare for this situation. I daren’t look at their faces—I’m sure they are full of hate and disgust.

“Are you F’ing serious!” Ken grunts, pushing his chair back from the table with a loud screech.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I knew this reaction was coming.

“This is so wrong!” Ken complains, slapping his hand onto the table as he stands in revulsion.

Now my body was shaking uncontrollably. The adrenaline of flight or flight now surging through my veins. This is just AWFUL!

What was Cynthia thinking!? I wasn’t planning to do anything with them…they didn’t need to know!

“Whooooaaaa,” Olivier says calmly, pulling at Ken’s hand as he tries to walk away. “Don’t be so rude Kenneth! These ladies have been purely honest with us and you have to respect that!”

“Oli….you gotta be joking!” Ken groans, pulling his arm out from Oliver’s grip.

This whole situation makes me wanna jump out the window. If I wasn’t fixated on staring down at the table, I’m sure the entire pub is watching on with interest.

Cynthia is also extremely quiet. Was she not expecting this reaction!? If I was brave enough to move…I'd be kicking her under the table again!

“Ken…stop it,” Oliver demands, standing to face up to his friend. “You’re upsetting our new friends here! Just sit down already and get over it.”

Ken lets out a long huff before slumping reluctantly back in his seat.

“This is not going to work Oli,” Ken grumbles, allowing his hands to hit the table in irritation.

“Just…chill out,” Oliver continues, punching Ken lightly in the shoulder. “Going alone would be worse.”

“Ha.…..,” Oliver then chuckles uneasily, turning his attention back to us. “Sorry about that ladies. I think my friend here wasn’t expecting two absolutely stunning young ladies to admit something like that. He’s a bit of growing up to do I think.”

Confused by Oliver’s reaction compared to his friend, I couldn’t help but look up at him in curiosity. I just assumed this was going to go completely south!

To my surprise, Oliver is giving us both a toothy grin.

Quickly looking at Cynthia, I could tell she was just as surprised by this! We are so seriously lucky this Oliver guy seems to have his head screwed on.

We are totally having words after this. I’m all for her confidence…but not if she’s got us in trouble like that!

“Thank you for being honest,” Oliver laughs reaching over to touch Cynthia’s hands again. “I think it’s our turn, to be honest with you.”

Now very intrigued with what he’s about to tell us, I can’t help but stare at him. He almost looks nervous himself!

“Ken here….,” he chuckles, patting Ken on the back, making Ken grunt in irritation. “Needs a date for this party we’ve been invited to.”

I look at Ken and he’s pulling a sour face. His anger however does seem to be gone. Replaced by a frown, his face has gone a little red!

“I also need a date and it’s super important that we both have one for this party tomorrow night! It’s not important to why….we just thought—no hoped—that you two might be interested!”

“Are you serious!?” I squeak, fidgeting nervously.

“Deadly,” Oliver replies, pulling a straight face. “Please tell me you are free and are willing to join us!? I promise even Ken here is a gentleman when he has to be….!”

Snapping my head round to look at Cynthia, I see her smiling wider than the Cheshire cat. Looking so excited by his offer, I could almost tell what she was thinking!

Whats going on with her!? This is not what I was expecting!

“I’m so in!” Cynthia squeals, clapping her hands together. “What kinda party!?”

Ken huffs as he sips his drink.

“Fancy dress…..,” he grumbles unhappily.