“It’s the hair and lack of slap I don’t get.” the woman said, “You’d think he’d make an effort.”
I punched my keyboard and continued to eavesdrop on their spiteful conversation. I envisaged what I should say to justify myself… but there’s nothing I can say really. Yes I wear feminine clothing but I’m not trying to pass myself of as a woman! Is one imaginary statement. If my aunt told me to wear make-up I would wear make-up, is another. I guess even as a kid when my aunt made me wear prissy dresses for a day out, she never once tried to pass me off as a girl. Even if I was mistaken for a girl she’d put them right. I recalled her voice on numerous occasions saying something along the lines of “Oh no! This is my nephew William!! He’s always as good as gold when he wears a pretty dress… aren’t you William?” Every time I’d nod because she was absolutely right. Anything less and the next time it wouldn’t be knickers I’d be wearing beneath it. Throughout that week I found myself unwillingly overhearing conversations about me and my attire. It wasn’t good but it could be a lot worse.
On the upside, my line manager seemed a little less pissed off with me as I managed to get my work in more or less on time, although he stressed that he’d prefer me to hand it in at the end of the day rather than first thing the next morning. My excuse it that I wanted to give it the once-over with a ‘fresh’ pair of eyes to ensure it’s all correct before handing it in, which he seemed to accept.
On Saturday morning we returned to Mason’s Lingerie and unbeknown to me, my aunt had ordered everything I’d circled in the Love Lace catalogue. It seemed like an awful lot and was certain that I’d only circled a couple of items. My aunt had the catalogue with her and showed me exactly what I’d chosen. I recall circling the plainest flat-bra in the catalogue, but was somewhat surprised that I’d also circled two girdles. Then there’s the French knickers, a matching camisole and a slip. “I took the liberty of ordering a thong.” my aunt told me. Apparently I need one to wear beneath the French knickers. Given the choice I’d have got a white one, but my aunt ordered a beige or ‘natural’ one. “And I couldn’t resist the fru-fru knickers.” Aunt Katinka added with a broad grin. Thankfully I didn’t have to try any of the items for size, but they did set me back a total of £142.96p. My aunt offered to pay for the frilly fru-fru knickers as they were her idea, but I declined and paid for the lot. I half expected my debit card to be declined because I know that my bank balance is now getting very low… in fact I was slightly disappointed that the payment had gone through.