Randy and I, as roommates, were sort of an odd couple.Randy and I, as roommates, were sort of an odd couple. Of course, when we moved in together, we didn't know this. I answered a classifed ad Randy was running, looking for a roommate. We seemed to hit it off fairly well, and I moved in a week later. Randy's parents were well off, and putting him through pre-med at the University. I had come into town looking for a job, and had gotten an assistant manager's job in a local catalog showroom. We were both fairly private people, and got along well because our schedules kept us apart most of the time. My first suspicion that Randy indulged in sex with men came from some magazines he forgot to pick up off the couch. I got up late in the morning (working night hours) and usually didn't get up until long after Randy left for class. He evidently had been reading them that morning and lost track of time, and forgot to take them into his room. They were full of men in erotic positions, with some photos of men performing sexual acts with each other. I can't say that it bothered me, because I had a secret of my own: Tina. Tina was my female alter-ego, who occupied a goodly part of my closet space with her dresses, shoes, lingerie, and makeup. I'd been dressing since I was a teenager, and couldn't part with Tina when I'd moved in. I certainly wasn't going to let Randy know that I'd found him out, and I was perfectly well prepared to accept it if he wanted to tell me. Tina, I discovered, found the magazine photos somewhat arousing. We discovered each other's secrets by accident one night, when I came in from a night out as Tina. The house was dark when I came up the walk, and I assumed that Randy was asleep. I'd spent a wonderful evening at two clubs, the Zodiac, and the Sapphire Room. The former is a she-male dance/show club with a clientele largely consisting of gay men, and the latter a hangout for the local lesbian crowd. |