About Crossing the Line

by Laney Cairo
45 pages / 17000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-172-3, 1-60370-172-9
Available file types - lit, pdf, prc, html

Isaac has a secret. While he's just a regular eighteen year old boy by day, when he has some free time he becomes Belinda, feeling much prettier as a girl. When he meets Nathaniel he worries that the much older man will reject him when he finds out the truth.

Luckily for Belinda, Nathaniel likes his women complicated. Crossing the Line is a wonderful, erotic coming of age story, where Isaac learns that both of his identities can love, and be loved, by the same man.

Sample

Lisa jumped down off the bus ahead of Belinda, wobbling slightly on her heels, and giggling as she grabbed at the bus shelter to balance herself. Belinda was more graceful, she was so tall she could only wear kitten heels, so leaping on and off buses was much easier for her.

Lisa straightened her skirt, slung her bag over her shoulder. “Do I look all right?”

“Gorgeous,” Belinda said truthfully. “And me?”

Her skirt was more modest than Lisa’s, but anything shorter than her knees made her look like her legs went all the way up to her armpits, so Belinda was stuck with wearing A line skirts, while Lisa could get away with a denim mini.

“Hang on,” Lisa said. She touched the edge of Belinda’s lip with one delicate fingertip, and nodded approvingly. “Let’s go shop.”

Of course, what Lisa actually meant was ‘let’s go shop lift’, since neither of them had any money, but it counted as the same thing. They were right across the city from their own homes, no one would recognize them, and Lisa was already pushing her way through the late afternoon crowds, ignoring the stares she was getting as she made her way into the shopping centre.

***

They wandered around, trying on cosmetics, spraying themselves with perfume, tasting all the freebies that were on offer in the supermarket. Belinda loitered outside the Body Shop while Lisa went in to steal some moisturizer, and found herself watching a portrait man in the reflections in the glass.

He was old and scruffy, and she wondered what his life was like. It must be boring, sitting on a folding stool in a shopping centre, sketching strangers in exchange for a few pounds, being nice to old women and little kids. Not that Belinda’s life was happy or anything. She suffered through school, had no friends apart from Lisa, and spent all her time lying to her mother.

The portrait man wasn’t sketching anyone, he was just sitting there, sketchpad on his knees, doodling, and it took her a moment to realize he was staring at her. She flicked her skirt a little, giving him a glance of thigh, and moved across to gaze in the window of Monsoon, pretending to be coveting the gypsy skirts there, but actually watching the portrait man out of her peripheral vision.

He wasn’t really unattractive, with shaggy blonde hair down to his shoulders, and a couple of days’ growth of beard on his face. He looked tanned, as though he’d been somewhere that actually had summer, and when he stretched, his legs were long and lean in denim. Belinda kind of liked older men, at least at a theoretical level, so she turned her head and smiled at him flirtatiously.

He smiled back at her, and she lowered her glance for a moment, then looked at him again and licked her bottom lip.

She was good at this, at teasing the straight guys, it was the only fucking fun Belinda ever got to have, and it wasn’t like she could follow through, was it?

Lisa strolled out of the Body Shop, kissed Belinda’s cheek and slid her arm through Belinda’s. “C’mon, let’s go share an ice cream.”