The Group of Three

  The group enjoy a fancy dress night and post pictures online using Hashtag: 

#crossdresser

#whichone

#girlyboy

#trans.

'The Flowery Gang' the others at school had mockingly called them. Names apart nothing tangible had ever tied any of them together, they just happened to be a natural group in the way that hippopotami are and despite Rogers name having no botanical connection. 

In the early years a sixth would occasionally join their group and even though Ash, Fiore, Lily, Roger and Rowan welcomed them in a friendly way they knew instinctively in the same way baby birds instinctively know the difference between flying and falling that it would only be a matter of time before the newcomer decided time had come to be moving on. 

The other kids would take great delight in joking that the temporary newcomer had wilted.

At middle school age they would spend summer holidays as a group with one parent taking the whole group swimming, walking, the amusement park or perhaps to a museum or art gallery on rainy days. Other times they passed days just playing endless games known only to the group or talking as only the polydactyly can about seemingly nothing for hours on end before suddenly  arriving at an astoundingly obvious and yet groundbreaking conclusion. As senior school years passed by the group of five would spend summers fruit picking on a local farm much to the displeasure of their upper middle-class families. 

Like typical teenagers the final summer of fruit picking they spent most of their summer wages on cider, vodka, devils lettuce and perhaps even a pill or two while passing the warm evenings in the privacy of the same orchards that they had worked during the day. Talk centred on leaving home, perhaps forever when they all leave for college summers end, just like baby birds when they fledge then fuck off. As much as they wished it different the group (not the birds) would soon be split. Perhaps split for ever as well. 

Something that had never seemed of any importance to the five was how the group was made up of three girls and two boys. As children the implications centering around gender had never occurred, perhaps they thought it never would. With the group soon to be both splitting and racing toward adulthood at the same time those gender differences had been noticed at last like a picture on the kitchen wall that had always hung there unnoticed. Gender roles not only within the group but in adult society in general had had become something of a regular topic of personal thought and group conversation most evenings.

Lily and Roger would be together at college in Edinburgh, the remainder in London. As the college year neared ‘The Edinburgh Two’ had become like a pair in some obscure way that could not be put into words by the five. Lily and Roger easily accepted the change between them as if their journey to Edinburgh had already begun in precisely the same way in which a journey to another dimension begins. 

Rowan, Fiore and Ash’s parents had purchased an apartment between them near the London university. Although investment was not the motivation for the purchase all six agreed that with London property prices sky-rocketing the purchase would provide a good return on investment as well as providing free accommodation for Rowan, Fiore and Ash.

It was also after much discussion the parents had also decided a male chaperone for the two girls would be a good thing in the big city and as one mother, the one with grey nail polish as it happens, said “with the amount of time they spend together if he was going to make a move on our daughters he would have done by now.” The other five parents all concurred in the way the group of five would have. One of the fathers, the one with a beard, said “let’s all hope neither of the girls make a move on him and lead him astray.” 

Without any ability to foretell the future all six parents laughed. Rowan’s mother Jezebel laughed ironically. Of course she did.

Fiore’s Italian parents always spent August at the family’s estate in the hills near Firenze each year, for the first time they had considered Fiore old enough to stay alone in England. With an adult free house the group of 18 year olds decided that a farewell party for ‘The Edinburgh Two’ would be a great idea in the second week of August. It seemed totally natural that no one mentioned a guest list or even that any of them would consider inviting other people.

The evening was to be fancy dress, the theme to be male dress. Unlike Rowan Lily had arrived in a summer dress as for reasons unknown to her her parents had forbidden her to leave the house dressed in mens clothes.

Passingly Lily had toyed with the idea her parents decision may have something to do with neighbours thinking she might be mistaken for ‘one of them’ even though Lily was unsure exactly what ‘them’ were. Parents can be mysterious at time she decided.

Lilly quickly changed into her fancy dress costume when she arrived at Fiore’s house, the other four were already in costume. 

Acting out plays or scenes one or more of the group had invented had always been a favourite and regular pastime and with plenty of alcohol flowing through everyones veins they began re-enacting favourites from years past. The whole group were pretty squiffy when the alarm on Lily’s phone beeped - midnight had arrived at seemingly breakneck speed and Lilys taxi was due in thirty minutes. 

As a group they went to Fiore’s bedroom so that they could continue their conversation while Lily changed back into her dress. There had never been any sense of body embarrassment among the group as since early childhood they had skinny dipped together plenty of times. Lily’s changing attracted no attention but did re-light a feeling of jealousy that one of the five was finding increasingly difficult to conceal as years passed.

Later no one could remember who or how it started or who selected the players but it began when Lily had finished changing. The remaining four in their male costumes had been huddled together whispering, Roger had been elected both group spokesperson and director combined.

Roger set the scene:

‘Lily you are second year in Edinburgh and on a date with a man you like a lot called David, it’s a third date and David is beginning to go all hands on as you say goodnight. You have your eyes closed and you decide how far David goes. Like all nice boys David will obey you immediately. To make sure you don’t cheat and peep put this hairband over your eyes.’

Lily was smiling as she took the black hairband from Roger, she loved these little plays and always unanimously won the groups  best actor ‘Oscar’ votes. Lilly slipped the hairband over her eyes. Ash looked at Fiore, Roger and Rowan.

It was Ash who stood then moved close to Lily, the play began, the room was silent.

Ash’s arms slipped around Lily, a kiss began. Lily returned both the embrace and kiss. Ash glanced across at the other three and then continued kissing Lily. Ash’s hand moved to Lily’s breast and began to caress. Ash’s thumb found Lily’s erect nipple. Lilly took a half step backwards pulling Ash with her so that her back was hard against the wall. Ash’s other hand moved to Lily’s other breast.

Lily’s arms stayed loosely around Ash’s waist. Ash felt Lily shuffle her legs apart a little. One of Ash’s hands slipped slowly down caressing Lily’s groin for a few seconds. Lily let ‘Mmm” escape her lips as softly as a one eyed gypsy leaving a museum. Slowly Ash’s hand moved on towards the hem of her dress and back up inside. Lily let another little moan escape as Ash’s finger slipped inside her panties and gently began to caress her clit.

“Don’t stop David” Lily ordered as she gripped the back of Ash’s hand making sure the David character complied as she began guiding David’s finger inside her, Lily’s left hand moved to her own nipple that Ash had abandoned in favour of her clit.

Lily felt ‘David’s’ hand move from her breast down and down, ‘David’ groaned sofly, Lily could not feel a second hand on her, she imagined where David might want her to guess the missing hand was. 

“How dare you” Lily shouted “get off me you pathetic fucking wanker.” Braced against the fashionably off white wall Lily’s hard shove caused ‘David’ to stumble backwards.

Ash stepped further back as Lily continued her tirade. “You are lucky enough to tap the fittest girl in the uni and the best you can manage is to wank when I am right infront of you…ready to give myself to you…you disgusting fucking pervert.” Lily shouted at an ever increasing volume.

When Lily took the blindfold off Ash was already sitting back in place within the group. Lily smiled and bowed as the group clapped and shouted ‘bis…bis…bis…’

Outside a taxi driver leant on his horn like an overweight knight in tarnished armour.

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The drunken and erotic play that Lily and ‘David’ had performed for the group seemed to have changed everything, just as each of them knew to breathe when asleep now individually they also knew five had become three and two. 

Fiore, Rowan, and Ash had no need to endlessly discuss how Lily and Roger had become a separate couple almost the very next day instead they wondered if Roger had told Lily who her co-star was. Wondered if Lily had asked Roger who her co-star was. Wondered if Lily had recognised Ash’s touch. 

It was as if the farewell party had never taken place. 

Lily and Roger never mentioned the night again. 

Rowan, Fiore and Ash never mentioned the night again. 

Lily and Roger were the first to leave and courtesy of the 21:39 London to Edinburgh express the group of five became the group of three. 

Lily and Roger were not forgotten, each of the three cherished their missing friends, and yet no longer spoke of them in same way a favourite uncle who died on a small island in the Southern Ocean is neither forgotten nor spoken of again.

Only four days until Fiore’s parents returned from Firenze, nine days until the three leave for London and college life. Urgent action was required. 

Once again a farewell party would be a great idea the group decided as if no one could remember there had been one already. 

Once again it seemed totally natural that no one mentioned a guest list or even that any of them would consider inviting other people.

Once again the evening was to be fancy dress, the theme to be female dress this time.

Once again alcohol played a big part in festivities that Friday night. Of course things were a little edgy with two missing, possibly never to return. Pleased with their costumes they began taking selfies and groupies. 

They were all having fun posting online using an anonymous email address.

Ash said “Posted group photos to insta:

#crossdresser

#whichone

#girlyboy

#trans

Fiore and Rowan both picked up on the joke and began searching for ‘better’ places to post using the same anonymous email address. They all began talking at once.

“This one has a survey option”

“Guess which one is a man”

“Already done”

“And on this tranny site”

“You can’t say that.”

A new idea. 

A new game. 

A shot every time someone guessed you as the cross-dresser. 

They broke off to check scores, a pretty even guesses and pretty evenly tipsy. Rowan suggested Fiore phone their parents, of course Ash agreed.

“Rowan has fallen asleep…bring a blanket or something for in the car…yes she has been sick a couple of times…OK I’ll leave her there till tomorrow…Goodnight.”

Coming back into the bedroom Fiore said. “I played the ‘up-chuck’ card - both of you are clear to stayover”

Just as well as the other two were already in bed sharing an iPad. Ash read the screen aloud to Fiore ‘fuck off…this site is not for the amusement of idiot girls’

“So many angry comments I’ve deleted the email address before it blows up our screen” Rowan said “and the vote is evenly split on Flickr”

“They think we are three girls?”

“Yea…fucking with them.”

“We need to get another opinion?” Fiore said 

“What in person?” Rowan said

“Get in bed Fiore, spoon me…I’ve got a cold back” Ash said. “Tomorrow…shall we?”

“Are you thinking booking seats on the party bus” Rowan said.

“We could take the London train ” a naked Fiore said slipping under the duvet. 

“Mmm clubbing…” a sleepy Ash said.

“Stay in the apartment” Rowan said.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes” everyone randomly chanted as if for the first time three people had all arrived at the annual meeting of the Roual Uncoordinated Club on the same day. 

Fiore snuggled even closer into Ash’s no longer cold back as the bed descended into a sea of sleepy mumbles - the speakers as unknown as the author of ‘go ask Alice.’

‘Can’t wait’

‘Me too’

‘Will need tits’

‘Will the tranny get first tap’

‘How embarrasing would that be?’

’Good idea for a wager’

‘Will need heels’

‘Can you walk in them’

‘Proper makeover’

‘What about his cock’

‘Heels - course I can’

‘Cut it off?’

‘Hey!’

Like a litter of baby ferrets the three snuggled up forming one gently breathing lump in the big bed.

‘Remember that David character’

‘Mmm’

‘Lets do another play with the character ‘David’

“now?”

“NOW”

A barely perceptible note of excitement or possibly urgency had crept into the voices.

“David arouses then fucks me while you watch” 

“That’s not fair Ash you are the director”

“OK ‘David’ arouses you, fucks you”

“Are you two OK about this?”

“I’m good.”

“Then in act 2 he could fuck you as well?”

“And I fluff him real good for you.”

“Sounds good…after we all make out?”

“Hey who said I need a fluffer?”

“Mmm while David watches”

“Then I join in?”

“Is that you David? What are you doing?”

“Action.” 

“Too late Ash…David is already in…”

“…character” ‘David’ completed the sentance.

Dawn was breaking as like a litter of baby ferrets the three had finally snuggled up again forming one gently snoring lump in the big bed.