Concerning how Jonathan came out of the closet and why I put him back in it, and also how I came out of the closet as a teenager and stayed out. This is a supplement and prequel to 'Swan Songs' as well as being a delightful D/s tale in its own right.
It also contains 'A Letter from Steven'
Excerpt:
When my secretary and good friend Karen announced that she and fiancé Paul had finally set a wedding date (they’d been courting since they were seventeen) I was delighted. At that point in time I’d been seeing Twinkles for just over two months and we were still at that madly in lust stage of our relationship. As such we selfishly considered socialising with each other to be far more important than socialising with anyone else, and as a result we’d more or less cast ourselves adrift from the world. In fact we were both developing prison pallor as a result of spending too much time indoors. When we weren’t at work, we were under my or his bedcovers. Plenty of people had heard about Twinkles, but few had seen him. So, when Karen sent me an invitation to the wedding, she made a point of writing it out to: Tarn & Guest…aka the mysterious boyfriend you’ve been guarding so jealously and keeping in the closet…bring the boy out and soon because we want to see who’s been putting the sparkle in your eye.
I duly asked Twinkles if he’d do me the honour of accompanying me to the wedding. He said yes and then asked if there was any chance of him being allowed to be a bridesmaid, because he’d always wanted to be a bridesmaid and wear yards of rustling taffeta and a fragrant floral headdress. I told him that sadly, Karen had all the bridesmaids she needed, which disappointed him a bit, well okay, a lot. Being bridesmaid at a straight wedding would have been a large and very fancy feather in the cap of his feminine doppelganger. People often ask me how I could have fallen for a man who likes to wear women’s clothes, and doesn’t that really mean that I’m just a closet heterosexual or something? The truth is, I didn’t fall for a man in a frock. I actually fell for a good-looking boy in a suit. I made the acquaintance of Mr Jonathan Lane before I ever knew of the existence of his alter ego, Miss Stardust Twinkles. He came out to me, about being a cross dresser, early in our relationship. It’s not something you can really keep hidden for long. He said that as soon as he suspected our relationship was going to be something more than a few grunt and groan sessions, he felt he had to put me in the picture about this other aspect of himself, even if it meant being rejected, which in his experience, it usually did. His philosophy was that it was better to be hurt sooner, rather than later.
To be perfectly honest Jonathan wasn’t the type of man I usually went for in the first place, either in appearance or personality. I usually went for quietly athletic, masculine men. The type that liked to keep fit, but who weren’t obsessed, men who were well toned, but not too muscle bound, blondes usually. I had a thing about blondes back then. Jonathan was, and still is, lightly built, with short brown hair and a boyish, fresh-faced complexion. He also has an effeminate tone to his voice that combined with an overt style of presentation leads most people to immediately assume that he’s gay, which of course he is, but that said; it’s not always a guarantee. I have a cousin who speaks exactly the same way and in addition walks, or rather prances, like a figged horse, but he’s not gay, in fact he’s begat more kids than a Biblical Patriarch.
