Travel Time

Jason was glad that "The Time Machine" by H.G. Wells was on the reading list for his class. It was a story he could escape into, and could even relate to. He didn't fit in with his family. He wished he could just make a machine to escape to another time or place. For the moment however, Jason had to settle for escaping to his school to find a quiet place to read. The local park wasn't bad, but the homeless people that had settled in there had taken over most of the benches and the like for them selves.

Jason had a shaded place at his school that he could get comfortable and read. It was in a corner between a building and a section of fence, so he was out of the way. It was also shaded by a roof overhang and a good sized tree. He wouldn't want to use the place to shelter from a rain storm, but he could stay out of the sun so the glare wouldn't fry his eyeballs as he read. It wasn't a bad way to spend the morning.

After a few hours of reading, Jason was ready to take a break. It was almost eleven o'clock, and he was considering a trip to the closest McD's. He could afford lunch, and he could use the restroom while he was there. It was to his good fortune just then that was when his phone started to ring.

Jason looked at his phone and gave a small hop of joy. He had programmed Nichole's information into his phone under the ID Nic-Art, in case any of his family ever snooped. Seeing that ID on the screen for the incoming call sent a thrill of excitement though him.

"Hello?" He manage to answer the call before it shunted to voice mail, in spite of his suddenly clumsy-with-excitement fingers.

"Jacey. Good morning," Nichole's happy voice came through the phone.

"Good morning, Nichole. I'm happy you called. Did you have a good night?" He tried to remember his manners and to not gush.

"I did, thank you," She replied. "I didn't wake you up did I? I don't want to disturb you if you are busy or anything."

"No, I'm not busy. I've been up for hours. I was just thinking of going to get a burger for lunch."

"Well that's good then. Thank you for your message last night letting me know you made it home safely."

"You're welcome," Jason tried to use the polite manners he had learned to keep the conversation going.

"I had had a good time talking with you yesterday. It would be a shame if something had happened to you."

"I had fun too," he admitted. "And thank you for all your help."

"It was my pleasure."

"Umm..." Jason hesitated. "I was wondering if I could see you again," He felt himself blushing as he talked. "Today. I want to return your things." He was rushing his words towards the end.

"That would be wonderful. Let me text you my address in case you get turned around," Nichole offered. "Come on over and we can have lunch together."

"Yes. Thank you," Jason struggled to keep from cheering. "I will be there soon."

"Be safe, Jacey. I look forward to seeing you."

After ending the call, Jason gathered himself and hopped on his bike. As soon as he had her text and confirmed her address on his phone's map, he started peddling with all his legs had to offer. The map said he had three and a half miles to his destination, and that it should take about ten minutes to drive that far. Car or no car, Jason was determined to make better time than that.

*

Nichole was smiling like a cat when she finished sending Jacey her address. She had been a little surprised that he had not been waiting outside her door first thing in the morning, and a little sorry he wasn't. But talking to him on the phone had confirmed that he was happy to talk with her. She was glad that she had been able to use the lone-out to create an excuse for another meeting. She wondered what she could do to help make sure there would be a third meeting as well. Once was luck, twice could be coincidence, but three times would be the start of a habit.

In truth, Nichole had been up for well more than an hour herself. She had anticipated Jacey wanting to come over and had used the time to prepare. She had been caught off guard yesterday, and in spite being dressed for comfort and with hardly any makeup on, she had seen how Jacey had looked at her. This time she was going to be ready for him. She was freshly showered and powdered. She had her makeup on light, but with a few accents to draw his attention more to her lips. Instead of the loose rags she had on the first time they had met, Nichole was going for a more deliberate tease. She had on a pair of black capri hip huggers over black thong panties. She would be flashing Jacey a whale tail if he paid any attention to her butt. On top she was wearing a gray tank top over a black half-cup bra. Her top would show off a little cleavage, leave her midriff exposed, and her navel piercing showing.

Preparing herself was only an opening move. Nichole also had some things planned out for Jacey as well. She was sure he would be in full boy mode if he came over, and it sounded like he was, and she doubted he would have any girl clothes with him, except for what he was returning. So Nichole had a plan to get him into a more feminine outfit. She was going to go for the old "oops" attack and spill something on him, then offer him the shower while she washed his clothes. She would offer him a robe to wear, but it was going to be a part of a satin pajama set, with shorts and a tank top. Like the bikini, the pajama was a left over from early in her transition. From back before she had much in the way of a womanly figure. It was also a fairly gender neutral style, except for the lacy tank top and color of dark burgundy. The robe and shorts worn by a muscular, masculine man, with his chest exposed, was the kind of sexy model shot that was used to sell cologne. For a boy like Jacey, she was sure he was going to be shy and tie the robe closed like a girl, letting him feel the satin on his skin.

The 'oops attack' should give Jacey a reason to hang around for about two hours, if she did things right. He would have to wait for the laundry to get done, and if she could get him into a conversation so they could 'forget about the time,' she could stretch out the time for getting things from the wash to the dryer. She might be able to get some more time by 'forgetting' to get things out of the dryer and handing them back to him.

The plan was to get him comfortable in feminine clothing. If she could get him to relax and be comfortable while wearing feminine things, even if he doesn't chose it for his personal style, he should be able to understand why other people like such things. Nichole wanted Jacey to learn to understand and accept that he didn't have to be who others told him he should be. She wanted him to have the chance to discover who he wanted to be, and what kind of life he wanted to have. She wanted Jacey to have the support and opportunity she had wished for back when she was that young.

*

Jason made it to Nichole's house in eleven minutes. He could have made better time, he was sure, if it hadn't been for the red lights. Not only did waiting for the lights take time, having to stop for them killed his momentum. It took time and energy to get back up to speed again. Once he reached Nichole's house, Jason did a few circles in the street to catch his breath. Just dropping his bike on the lawn and rushing up to the door wouldn't do.

Once he was a little composed and had his wind back, Jason dismounted and walked his bike towards Nichole's front door. He dropped the kickstand and parked his bike close to the wall. He even took the time to put the lock in place through the frame and rear wheel, even though it wasn't locked to anything else. He was going through the motions to stall a little, because the closer he got to Nichole's door, the more nervous and excited he felt.

*

Nichole gave a small jump of surprise when she heard the knock at her door. It had hardly been more than ten minutes since she had talked to Jacey, so she didn't believe it would be him. If it was one of her friends that had decided to drop by without calling, and that happened too often, it could ruin her plans. She took a quick peek out through the window blinds. If she could find out which friend it was dropping by, she could shoot them a text message as part of a group chat to meet her somewhere. That would get them away from her door and out of her way, and she could send an apology later.

When she peeked out, the first thing she noticed was a bicycle in front of her house. That surprised her, and made her excited. She changed the angle of her peeking and caught sight of a nervous boy standing close to her front door. Jacey was at her door already? Do police give speeding tickets to people on bicycles? Because he must have been flying to arrive so soon.

"Jacey," Nichole said as she pulled the door open. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Come in, come in."

"Thank you for inviting me," Jason said with a happy smile and a blush.

Nichole took in Jacey's appearance as he entered. He was red faced and stiff, clearly he was having a hard time knowing where to look. Her top was tight enough across her breasts that he would be able to see the lines of her bra, and low cut enough to show some cleavage. With her low heeled sandals, her cleavage should be right about his eye level, especially if she can get him out of his shoes.

He stepped past her, giving the door room to close. When he did, she had no trouble noticing that the edges of his hair were wet with sweat. A little jolt of excitement ran through her just then.

Jason wasn't sure how to act. Nichole was dressed casual, but was somehow even more sexy than yesterday. He had just walked close to her for a second, and that was enough for him to notice how good she smelled. He was suddenly self conscience about how sweaty he was after his ride over, and how rumpled and plane he must look.

"It's good to see you again," Nichole said with a bright smile, and reached for him as if wanting a hug.

Jason's spine went stiff with panic and he took a small step back

"I'm all sweaty," His complaint about himself came out as a protest. Nichole pulled back and held her hands up a little.

"Oh. I guess you had to push yourself to get here so fast."

"Yeah," He replied shyly, he wasn't able to look her in the face, so he looked down and to the side, but he still kept glancing at her body.

"If you want to freshen up, while I make us some lunch, you can use my shower," Nichole offered.

"Yes. Please," He gave a relieved sigh.

"That's fine. Come with me." She lead him back to her bathroom.

She actually did have a guest bathroom, but it was utilitarian and small. On his first visit she had taken Jacey to her bathroom because it was well lighted and had the room for two people to work on makeup at the counter. This time she took him to her bathroom because she had a presentation set up. She had intentionally left some extra makeup items out on the counter, to help him remember the fun they had the last time. She had her laundry hamper carefully positioned so that the lid was 'caught' on the edge of the counter, so the panties she had arranged to be on top of everything else would be visible.

"There you go," Nichole said with a gesture towards the bathroom from the middle of the bedroom, careful not to be crowding or rushing him. "I will get you a fresh towel and be right back."

"Thank you." He headed to the bathroom. He dropped his backpack on the floor next to the half open hamper. Putting the lid down on the toilet, he sat down to start taking off his shoes.

"Jacey," Nichole called from around the corner. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead."

"I can lend you a robe and some old pajamas, so you can leave you sweaty clothes off until you are ready to leave." She kept talking as she came into view. She had a towel in on hand, and a bundle of dark red clothes in the other. "I'll leave these here," She put the clothes on the counter. "You can look at them and decide it you want to wear them or not." The she offered him the towel. "And this is for you to use."

"Thank you," replied as he took the towel.

"I'll be in the kitchen when you're done." With that she turned and left, pulling the bathroom door closed behind her.

Jason stood there for a moment, just kind of lost in the moment. Nichole made him feel special and excited, and she seemed so happy to see him. It was a little overpowering, but in a good way. It was like that moment he had his bike headed down a hill towards a jump. The hill added enough to make him go faster than he could on his own, and he knew he would jump higher than ever. He knew that the landing would be hard, and might hurt. It would hurt a lot if he messed up. But in that moment of excitement...

Jason gave himself a shake and focused on the task at hand.

The spigot in the bath was different than the one he had at home, so it took him a moment work out how to adjust the temperature to what was comfortable, and then direct the water to the shower. He quickly finished getting undressed then stepped into the shower and closed the door. Looking for the soap, he realized that Nichole didn't have any. There was no bar of soap to be seen. There were several bottles in a basket hanging from the shower pipe. He took a moment to consider the arrangement. The pipe came out of the wall and ended in a... thing. Then there was a long hose that went down and up again to a handle attached to the shower head that was resting in a holder on the thing on the shower pipe.

Behind the hose, in the basket, were a collection of bottles and one of those shower scrunchy things. Jason rinsed himself down and then considered the bottles. He turned them enough to read their labels and selected one that said apricot body wash. He used it to wash himself from head to toe, then rinsed off. He was curious about the over-sized shower head He could tell that it had different setting, and he was curious about what they all did, but he didn't want to take to long in the shower. He was a guest, and he didn't want to keep Nichole waiting.

Once out of the shower and dried off, Jason considered his options. He could put his regular clothes back on, or he could use the offered pajamas. He opened up the bundle that Nichole had left for him. The robe was simple, even if the smooth, shiny material was strange to him. The other two pieces were a pair of shorts, kind of like what Nichole had been wearing the day they met, and a tank top. The top was the only thing that seemed girly, because it had some lace trim along the bottom edge and a triangle of lace on the chest.

Remembering how the pantyhose had felt made the offered pajamas tempting. But they seemed kind of thin, as if he would be exposed even if he was covered up. He considered just wearing his underwear under the pajamas. That idea lasted as long as it took for him to pick them up from the floor. He could feel them damp with sweat, and as good as Nichole smelled to him, he imagined how much he must have smelled bad to her. He was still hesitating to commit to what he would wear when he saw something on the counter.

Between a bottle of skin lotion and an open zipper bag of makeup brushes was a stick of antiperspirant. That was something he hadn't thought of. He grabbed the stick, removed the cap and applied it liberally to his pits, waist, lower back, and even his groin. He could reach all those places, and if Nichole made him nervous, he didn't want to be wet with sweat all over again.

He actually felt a little better after applying the antiperspirant. There was a small sense of control and confidence that came from being clean and prepared. So, after taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage and tried on the pajama shorts. The smooth cloth sliding over him sent a chill up his spine. He was going to put the robe on next, but hesitated. The robe had a belt, but even his bathrobe back home ended up more than half open after sitting around watching television. Jason wasn't comfortable with the idea of exposing himself in front of Nichole. It might be different if he was built like a football player, but he wasn't. He put on the tank top, as girly as it was, for the sake of having just a little more coverage.

Once he was fully dressed in the rather skimpy pajamas, Jason felt better. He was clean. He didn't stink, and he was covered enough that he couldn't be accused of being improper. He looked in the mirror and gave himself a nod. It was time to go have lunch with Nichole.