Chapter 4

Mike understood Christian's hint and without the brown wig, he wasn't as hard to recognize.

"You probably didn't expect anything like this," Christian laughed softly and put his wig back on. Mike shook his head in disbelieve, he had never meet another man, who dressed up as a woman too. He had been so calm about everything? Mike figured that Christian already knew about his secret, before the wig revealed him totally. But how?

"No… I… I didn't… But how did you…"

Christian finished his line: "Know what you were? The answer is experience!"

"Experience?" Mike was confused. At this point he really didn't get anything.

"Yeah, experience. You haven't been in this ''business'' for long, have you?"

"No, not exactly."

"Well, you'll learn to see through people eventually. It didn't take me long to figure you out."

"Am I that bad?"

"No, not at all! You're actually pretty good," Christian smiled wide as he walked past Mike and snatched his wig.

"Hey?" Mike exclaimed and pouted. Christian sat on the bed and grabbed the phone to order room service.

"Hello?" someone said in the other end of the line. Christian looked up at Mike and put a hand over the phone.

"You're not busy, are you?" he asked cocking his head.

Mike shook his head, this Christian guy was very confusing to him.

Christian ordered breakfast, while waving Mike toward the bed. He sat down beside him and watched as he hung up. Christian took a deep breath and straightened his back.

"Are you a drag or just a trans?" Mike was afraid that Christian would become a little too curious, if he answered his question, but he did it anyway.

"Ohm… I'm not a drag… I guess I'm a trans?" he said insecurely.

"Cool, why did you start dressing as a woman?" Mike knew he should have kept his mouth shut.

"Well… Ohm…" Christian noticed that Mike wasn't too comfortable about the question, so he decided to tell a little about himself first.

"I'm a little of both and I have been it since I was 10. I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes, God, it was so fun!"

"Really? 10?" Mike was shocked.

"Yeah? I saw a pride, that's what they call a homosexual march, and there were many drag queens and transvestites involved… Well… They sort of caught my attention," he laughed and locked eyes with Mike: "So… What's your story?"

Mike kind of liked Christian's pushy and open personality. He made it all sound so perfectly normal.

"I guess I got tired of my old life," he sighed.

"Why?" Christian never knew when to stop.

"Mike Mizanin is the biggest loser I know. He needed some change… And that's why he came up with Mizzy. She is the only person, who can drag his lazy ass through his miserable life."

"Mike… Mizzy… Or whatever you want me to call you. Be careful, okay? You're hiding behind a mask. If someone rips that mask off your face, your life will be even more miserable… Unless you accept who you are."

"I do accept who I am?" no, he didn't. He didn't want to be Mike Mizanin. He wanted to be Mizzy Mizanin. But he didn't want anybody to know about Mizzy and him. Christian saw that easily, but he knew that he couldn't force Mike into realizing. He had to find out himself.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Christian got up and opened.

"Room service for Jason Reso," a man in black and white said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you," Christian smiled back and handed the man a reasonable tip, before taking the food and closing the door. Mike sent Christian a questioning look.

"I thought your name was Christian?"

"Well… My real name is Jason, but people call me Jay or Christian."

"Why Christian?"

"It's a long story… But I'll make it short. I watched Batman Begins with some of my friends and after that they called Christian, after the actor, Christian Bale, who played Batman. Huge fan of him."

"But why do you still use it?"

"Because it fits Christina? Christian and Christina," Christian laughed.

Mike giggled softly. Christian was a good guy, nothing bad about him. He had a weird sense of humor, but Mike didn't mind.

"So are you gay, bi or straight?" Christian asked curiously, almost excited.

"I'm straight," Mike didn't lie because he was in his Mike role and Mike was straight. Actually, so was Mizzy, since he considered himself a real girl, when he was Mizzy, so she would be straight by being with a boy. So in a complicated way he wasn't lying at all.

"Oh… Well, I'm gay, so if you ever get interested in exploring ''the other side'' then come to me. I know a lot of cool gay clubs. We should go party together, wouldn't that be fun? And we could get to know each other even better!" Christian was so excited that he clapped his hands. Mike thought it was cute and he couldn't help but smile.

"Sounds like fun, I'm definitely in."

They both went silent for a moment, until Christian's nose caught the scent of the food.

"Okay, let's get something to eat," Christian placed the food on the table and sat down, soon joined by Mike.

Eve dragged Mike into the room where the girls usually were when they were on a break. They also used it as a changing room.
The room was like a small kitchen. There was a counter where you could prepare your food on and tableware was stored under it. There was a coffee machine, a small fridge, a microwave and a table with a bench on each side of it.

Eve walked to a small box, which stood on the floor in the corner of the room. She rummaged in it for a second, before picking up a black, long sleeved shirt.

"Here," she said and held it out in front of him. It was the standard shirt, every cafeteria employed wore one of those. Unfortunately for Mike, all of them were girls, which meant they only had the girl model.
He thought it looked fantastic on Eve, but he really didn't want to wear a shirt with a huge v neck himself. It was that kind of shirt that stuck to your body, so you could see exactly how the body, that wore it, looked like. Problem was that Mike felt exposed and naked in shirts like that, but he knew he had to wear it, so he didn't complain. He didn't say anything about it at all.

He took the skirt and laid it on the table. He had to take off his button down shirt first.

"Ohm," Mike muttered and looked at Eve. He didn't want her to see his bare upper body, but Eve didn't seem to get his hint, since she just smiled and kept looking at him. Mike thought about turning around, so she couldn't see his front, only his back, but he didn't want to look like a pussy, who didn't dare to take off his clothes in front of a girl, so he had to take it off in front of her.

He started to unbutton his shirt, he could feel how the heat began to raise inside of him and how his cheeks slowly turned a reddish color.

He looked up at Eve after unbuttoning the last button. She looked at him in an odd way, which made Mike's legs tremble underneath him.

"Ouch, doesn't it hurt?" she walked closer to him and slightly touched his chest.

"Argh," Mike whispered and took a step back. He looked down at his chest and saw the burn.

"You said nothing happened?" Mike shrugged his shoulders.

"It didn't hurt," he lied.

"Well, it did now and it's going to hurt even more, if you don't do anything about it… Sit," Eve ordered him and grabbed her bag, which stood on one of the benches.

"I think I have some Aloe Vera," she said and pulled out a tube of Aloe Vera cream. Mike sat down and watched her as she opened the tube and forced some of the cream out in her hand. Mike figured where it was going and he really didn't want her to do it, he would rather do it himself.

Eve got down on her knees and rubbed the cream between her hands, before she slowly started to rub the cream against his burn. Mike clapped his teeth together and closed his eyes tightly. The cream made his chest burn like hell.

"I'm sorry, it'll cool down in a minute," Eve said, without looking up at Mike. She rubbed some more cream between her hands and spread it over his chest, second time didn't hurt as much as first time. Mike loosened up and opened his eyes again. It felt kind of nice, especially considering who was massaging the cream into his chest. Mike's desire and fantasy took over, as her hands traveled down his stomach and further down. He moaned quiet and she untied his belt. She grabbed his pants and pulled them off. Mike bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes again, not believing what was happening. She slid her hand under his boxers.

He couldn't control himself, he had to have her.

"Mike? Hello, Mike?" Mike shook his head and opened his eyes, how long had he been lost in his fantasy?

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