The Renter

I was literally reaching for the knob when there was a knock at the door. It was Thursday, my ladies night out at the 'Sixty Ninth Street Pub'. It must be one of my two tenants because it wasn't the outside bell.

What the hell. I'm the landlord of this big old house, close to the downtown, that's now divided into three apartments. They can damn well see me as I am. I open my door.

"Mr. Bohms. How can I help you?"

"Ah, er? Mr. Durham? Um? Mike? I just brought down the uh, rent?" He handed me his cheque.

He never expected to see me in my shoulder length brunette wig, maroon print long sleeve knee length dress, natural nylons and burgundy pointed toe three inch heels.

"Why thank you Thomas. Always prompt with the rent. I like that." With the middle finger of my left hand I stroke my hair back from my ear. Was I flirting with Thomas Bohms? Well this new pair of pendulum earrings are too darling to hide. Right?

"You just caught me. I was on the way out the door when you knocked. Say, I'm going over to the pub for a drink. Why don't you come along and meet some of the locals?"

"Um, thanks. I'd love to, but I've a pile of papers to mark. Maybe another time. But thanks."

Young Thomas rented number two from me. He just started at the high school here this fall, teaching grade nine English (I think). Nice looking young man. Fair complexion, blond hair, brown eyes. Must be ten or fifteen years my junior.

I drop his rent in the drawer of the hall table, pick up my keys and clutch, and snuggle my six foot silver fox stole around my shoulders and head out. I walk. The club is only a couple of blocks away. The 'Sixty Ninth Street Pub' is on the block of Maple between Wellington and Peel. Go figure. It's what the PC folks call and 'alternate lifestyle club'. A gay bar.

Mr. Bohms is soon forgotten as I join the 'girls'.

A few weeks later we arrive home at the same time.

"Hi, Mike. How are you?

Hello Thomas, I'm fine. And yourself?"

"I'm well. I was hoping to run into you. Is that offer still open?"

"Offer? What offer is that?"

"Oh sorry. I meant the offer to join you for a drink some time."

I must be getting slow. "Oh. Why yes, yes. I go over to the pub every Thursday for a couple of drinks. Are you free this Thursday?"

"Sure am."

"Come down and knock on my door when you're ready then."

"Sevenish? See you Thursday."

Is this a date? Or? Well it never hurts to dress your best.

My pink lace bra and panty set with my medium boobs for a start. Charcoal panty hose. Ankle length green plaid wool skirt and pastel green collarless blouse. Silver pendulum stars earrings, and a long silver necklace, and a few silver rings on my fingers. My short blond wig, and soft red lipstick. My dove grey ankle boots with the two inch block heels because the first snowfall of the season has left the sidewalks slushy. My raccoon jacket with the big soft collar will keep the cold at bay.

Knock knock knock.

Oh yum! "My, don't you look pretty tonight?"

"I was just about to say the same." Answered Thomas, who then blushed.

His straight white blond wig draped over the pink fur collar of his red leather bomber jacket. The pink fur repeated on the cuffs and around the waist. Below his jacket was the hem of a smoky blue full skirted knee length dress. On his feet were knee high soft white leather spike heel boots. Two inch hoop earrings flashed in the hall light. Coral lip gloss and subtle eye treatment looked just perfect. Over his shoulder was the thin white strap of a darling little purse.

I slip on my jacket, grab my clutch and lock the door.

"We're off like a herd of turtles. I always walk, it's only a couple of blocks, and with the R.I.D.E. program (Reduce Drunk Drivers Everywhere) in full swing this time of year, why take a chance." Just as we round the corner I say, "My friends at the club call me 'Mimi' by the way."

"Mimi. Nice. My boyfriend, well ex boyfriend, called me 'Tammy'."

"Tammy. Sweet name." Just slutty enough. Mimi you old lech.

"Here Tammy, grab your drink and come meet the girls."

Across the room my friends were standing or sitting around a tall round bar table.

"Ladies, this is my friend Tammy. She's new to town."

"Hi, Tammy." they all repeat.

I point to the tall black, buxom tranny with the pink hair and outrageous makeup. "This is Amber."

"My pleasure Tammy." She checks out Tammy in a very lecherous way.

"Lisa." The chubby little queer with the sweetest mouth and beautiful smile whispers "HI" and blushes.

"And Gina." The tall queen with the ginger fifties girl band beehive, and a silver sequin gown, split up her left leg to her hip.

"Hello, dahling. Do pull up a chair and tell us all about yourself."

It was one of those fun nights. No one was in a bitch. Although that's one of the reason we hang together. We're generally happy faggots.

We found out Tammy wasn't hired at her first school after her probation season. The vice principal she was caught blowing was fired too.

Back at my door we shared a chaste kiss. I felt his tight little behind.

"Gina said there's going to be a live group playing Saturday. Can I take you out dining and dancing?"

"Oh, sweetie, I'd love to, but Saturday the tourists (that's what we call the straights) come to the Sixty Nine so they can gossip about going to a gay bar and drinking and dancing with the queers and dykes. What if someone from your school sees you?"

"Ya, you're right."

"You could take me to ( un-named city half an hour east). There's a bar I know that has dancing every weekend."

"Great. I'll drive. See you at seven then?"

I just barely managed not to lick my lips. Yum. Under Tammy's bomber jacket was a pencil snug skirt that held her knees together so erotically. She wore flats so she could drive, but her left hand held four inch spikes in metal flake french blue. Her jacket was open revealing a white blouse with the sweetest ruffle collar.

As we drove along, Tammy's eyes darted off the road for a moment. "I've always been attracted to beautiful mature ladies, Mimi."

Even in the dark cab I could see he was blushing. I patted the top of that smooth young thigh.

The bartender, Erin, was on duty. "Mimi, don't you love me any more? You don't call, you don't write." She laughed. "Who's your friend?"

"Tammy, this is Erin. Be very afraid, she's turned lesser ladies than you straight."

Oh, honey. Don't I wish. The only straight gal in a gay bar, and even the dykes don't want me." More laughter.

"Don't believe a word of it," said the tough looking lady with the purple rat tail down the left side of her otherwise shaved head, sitting the other side of Tammy, "I've offered her muff diving excursions lots of times."

"Gwen you lying bitch."

The joking went on until a table for two became available in the dining area.

Must be part of what makes a good teacher. Tammy seemed genuinely interested as she asked me all about my life. He's got such pretty light brown eyes. Very expressive.

This club has a very good dance track. It flawlessly blends from heavy metal to rock, to country, to slow romantic, then back again. Our last slow dance was perfect. Tammy's arms around my waist, I held his head to my bosom with one hand and his right butt cheek with the other. I think he actually purred. Or maybe that was me.

"Won't you come in?" (Said the spider to the fly) "I've got a nice South African sharaz cooling in the 'fridge."

We were soon ignoring our night caps as we kissed on the couch. I unbuttoned Tammy's blouse. Sweet pink satin training bra, her hard little nips poking at the shiny soft material.

Tammy's hand strokes down from my angora sweater. Down then under my knee length pleated skirt. She pulls my panties aside and strokes my cock, then slides off the couch. What a sight. Tammy on her knees, her spike heels pointing across the room. her sweet little butt in her snug skirt. Her head bobbing up and down as she gobbles. Pretty, pretty little sweetie. At the top off the stroke she lifts those soft brown eyes to mine, the closes them and swallows.

My God. I cum like I haven't cum for a long time.

Tammy sits back on her honches, then takes a sip of wine. She moves up and sits across my lap. We kiss and she spits a mouthful of cum and wine into my mouth. Sweet creative little queer darling.

I pull the zipper down her hip. She stands and I pull her skirt down.

Surprise! It's hard and flat. A chastity device.

"let me get the key out of my purse. I love tight skirts but can't have a wienie ruining the look."

Tammy stands between my knees as I un-cage her. Sweet, circumcised and completely shaved. Little balls pulled up tight because of the cool room. Lick, kiss, kiss. Put that cute little knob into my mouth. Swirl my tongue around. Swallow. sweet perfect mouthful.

"Ah!"

He cums and cums. Yummy little faggot.

We cuddle and kiss for a long time.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening Mimi. Look, I'm not ready for an overnight date. Don't get me wrong, I hope this isn't a one night stand. I mean I'm not that kind f guy. I really want to keep seeing you. But I should go home, I mean upstairs tonight."

"Sure sweetie. I understand. Lets not move too fast. Next time though, I buy dinner."

I was sort of relieved. I wasn't ready to have him see me first thing in the morning yet.

Soon we were together a lot. Dates ended up in my or his bed.

The end of November Thomas came down with the rent.

"Come in dear. I'm having a gin and tonic.."

My my, Tammy looks yummy in a white and black print, elbow length sleeve, knee length snug snug dress. Her natural hair is combed straight back. Gold button earrings. Subtle makeup. Yum.

I'm a bit embarrassed. I was slumming it. My red robe over my black baby doll, no makeup, and my two inch heel fur trimmed black bedroom slippers. We sat on the couch.

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

Sip, sip.

"Tammy, we need to talk. Look, um. The thing is rents have gone up in the last few years and I haven't raised them, but taxes have gone up too."

"I, er, sure, I understand. How much were you thinking?" He looked a little crestfallen.

"Well," I reached for Tammy's hand, "What I was thinking, um, why don't you move in with me and we'll rent your place out. We could share the housekeeping expenses?" Christ, I was scared. I'd said it out loud. I think he cares about me, us. I think it's more than just fucking.

Tammy stroked down my arm and lifted my hand. He kissed it, then my cheek. "Would that make me your sissy boy toy, darling?"

So that's how an old queen and a beautiful young sissy boy became a couple.