She knows!

Well finally told my flatmate last night.

I was drunk, she was drunk when she came in and asked what I did all evening and mentioned did a bit of retail therapy...

'Oh go on...do tell..?'

'Oh, silly stuff' I replied - testing the waters.

She scoffed as if to say that excuse again....

'Do you really want to know then..? I asked heart in mouth full of boozy confidence.

'I bet it was girls' clothes wasn't it,' she says with the cheekiest of grins.

'Yep - some shoes, a dress and a skirt'

'I knew it!' she cried! So..do tell all!'

'How long have you known,' I asked wondering how obvious I have been.

'Well you have alluded to it a few times and I have seen you shopping and you get things delivered.....just guessed it was your business and would tell me if you felt up to it.'

'When did you guess?'

'About a month after you moved in!' (Gulp I was that obvious...!)

'Well yes, I replied - it's all true - I wear girls clothes.' heart still in mouth.

'Fantastic! she cried - what size are you?! we could swap! This is sooo cool!'

Told her my sizes - one bigger than her shoes and dress.

She was annoyed that we couldn't wear each others stuff -but wanted to see what I had anyway.

So - showed her the shoes and bits and insisted I put something on to show her - to which she immediately commented:



'Wow! Nice legs and you have a seriously nice ass too! You have fantastic taste! And sooo Jealous about your leopard shoes!'



So that was that - half an hour later we had agreed we will have to go out clubbing with me dressed up and have to see me made up with hair - and that this is so cool!

Insisted I could try any of her things and use any of her make up too!



I think that is whats called - a result!