He turned around and looked the man in the eyes. He was a tall man with dark hair and a stubble beard. “Don’t look too excited to see me,” the man said. He didn’t have that gay twang to his voice, like most of the rest of the men in the club.
“I’m sorry, but you have me confused for someone else,” Jeremy said. And he realized that he may have been doing more harm than good being in that club—just like how Jeremy’s doppelganger often did more harm than good.
The man laughed. “Not feeling like yourself today, huh?” the man said. “When you texted me saying you weren’t feeling well, I assumed you meant you weren’t coming out tonight. I didn’t realize you were going to come out like… like this. Just don’t get me sick! I have a date tomorrow and I need to be my best. He’s so cute. Do you want to see a picture?”
Jeremy wanted to try again to convince the man that he really wasn’t the doppelganger, but he knew it was no use. The coincidence was too great: a man who looked just like this ‘Quinn’, at the very same gay bar. Jeremy knew first hand how difficult it was convincing people that they’d seen a doppelganger and not the real Jeremy, so he didn’t bother trying. Instead, he said, “Sure. Let’s see the picture.”
The man pulled out his phone and started swiping through pictures. He landed on a picture of a handsome but very gay man, wearing a tight tank top and short shorts. “Isn’t he cute?” the man asked.
“He looks like a winner,” Jeremy said, trying to force as much enthusiasm as possible. Then he started looking around for the nearest exit. He needed to get out of there before more people recognized him. He didn’t want to make this Quinn guy’s life any harder than it needed to be, even though it already seemed like this Quinn guy had a privileged, easy life.
“I think I’ve got another picture here. Hold on one sec,” the man said, and he started swiping through pictures. Then he stopped on a picture of himself with a girl. He laughed. “Oh my God, remember this? When we went on that Ferris wheel and it got stuck? And we took all of those selfies… That was so hilarious.”
He swiped through pictures of himself with that girl—a pretty girl with long dark hair and brilliant red lips. She had pretty, shining eyes and the cutest little black dress. Jeremy couldn’t figure out why this man seemed to think that Quinn was in any of these photos… Until the man said, “Why don’t you ever wear your hair like this anymore? You looked so cute with long hair. Please don’t tell me you cut your wig short.”
Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat. He was looking at his doppelganger, dressed up like a shockingly convincing woman. She wasn’t just a convincing woman—she was a beautiful woman. Her eyes were stunning and her face was amazingly feminine. But now that Jeremy had the revelation, he could see his features on that face. He could spot the mole and he could spot the small, rounded nose, and he could spot the almond-shaped eyes. His doppelganger made a terrifyingly convincing woman…
Which meant that he had the potential to be a terrifyingly convincing woman.
“I’m sorry. I’m really not feeling well. I think I should be heading home,” Jeremy said.
The man jumped back, raising his hands into the air. “Just don’t get me sick. I need this date to go well. Go get some rest. I’ll see you in a few days and I’ll tell you all about my date.”
Jeremy forced a smile and then he started towards the exit. He didn’t get a chance to meet his doppelganger. Instead, he found himself wishing he would have never ventured down to that bar. He discovered more than he would have liked about his lookalike, and he’d discovered more than he would have liked about himself.
CHAPTER III
It was a while before he went to sleep that night. He found himself in front of his bathroom mirror, staring closely at his face, wondering if it was really possible—if he really could look like the girl in those photos. If he looked exactly like the man behind the makeup, why couldn’t he look just like the girl in those photos?
He started to think back on every look he’d received in the streets and at work and in school over the past year or so—always assuming he was getting looks from his doppelganger’s friends, when in reality, they were all probably people thinking they were seeing Quinn without her makeup and wig and girly outfits.
It was around 2:00 AM when Jeremy found himself on his computer, on Facebook, looking through page after page of profiles named ‘Quinn’. He eventually found the profile he was looking for: Quinn Davidson, a brunette girl from Jeremy’s hometown. Her profile picture was a familiar one: a selfie taken with that man on that Ferris wheel. The caption read: ‘Besties’.
Her gender was marked as female, but deep into her profile, she had pictures of her as a man. But even earlier than those were more pictures of her as a female, as if she changed whenever she felt like it—and maybe that’s why so many people recognized Jeremy even though he was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a ball cap.
So Quinn, Jeremy’s doppelganger, was gay—right? She was an occasional transgender who liked men. Or did she like men? Just because she hung out at a gay bar didn’t mean she liked men… There was no indication on her Facebook profile that she liked men… But there were no indications that she liked women either. She was still a mystery—maybe even more so than ever before.
At the top of her page was a recent status update. ‘Home sick. Won’t be out tonight! Sorry everyone!’ it read. And underneath was a comment from a man with a gay pride flag as his profile picture. ‘Bitch please! I saw you drinking at the bar. You even looked right at me and pretended to ignore me.’
Jeremy bit his tongue, already feeling bad for any damages he may have caused. There was a reply below the comment, from Quinn. ‘It must have been my pesky doppelganger.’
‘Yeah right!’ the final comment read. The conversation seemed all too familiar. Jeremy felt strangely guilty. Even after undergoing gender transformation, Quinn still had to deal with the annoyances of having a doppelganger wandering around town. So Jeremy sent her a private message, explaining what had happened. “I wanted to meet you but I guess I picked the wrong day. So sorry!” he wrote to her, and he found himself awaiting her reply, even though it was now 3:30 AM.
It was around 4:00 AM when he finally went to sleep. He had to be up early for work, so he didn’t get much sleep. After his alarm went off, he quickly got dressed and grabbed a granola bar on his way out the door. While he was biking to work, he could still smell the whiskey from the previous night. He hoped that work wouldn’t be too busy and no one would notice.
And luckily, work wasn’t too busy. For the first two hours, no one came in. He was working alone. Normally he would have gone through the store and done some cleaning, but he was too tired to drag around a broom and a dustpan. So he just sat behind the counter and closed his eyes in five-minute increments, hoping to slowly catch up on some of that lost sleep. But he wasn’t able to fully doze off. The image of Quinn all dolled up and pretty kept him awake. He found himself on his phone, back on her Facebook profile, looking at pictures of her again.
She really was pretty—at least in the photos. But maybe that was just because of filters and tricky angles. Jeremy didn’t know how to use them, but he was aware of those SnapChat filters that made girls look skinnier and softer. Jeremy didn’t want to believe that he could really look that convincing as a woman himself.
A customer finally came into the store: a young woman with short strawberry blonde hair. Jeremy perked up. It was rare that young people came into the store during his morning shifts. They were usually in school or at work or sleeping in from a night of heavy drinking. “What can I help you with?” Jeremy asked.
“Just browsing,” the girl said. She went to the wall of running shoes and then stood on her tippy toes as she reached for one of the shoes on the top rack. Her butt perked out gracefully and Jeremy found himself staring, wishing he worked the evening shift so he could see more bums like this one.
“That’s a great shoe, but it’s a bit overpriced if you ask me,” J
eremy said from behind the counter. The girl looked back with a cute smile.
“You think so?” she said.
“Yeah. The ones just below are the same quality for a better price. But they come in fewer colours.”
“Yeah, but the pink is so cute,” the girl said, admiring her original selection.
She put the shoes back and meandered through the shop, checking out the skirts and the dresses and then the tops before returning back to the shoes. Jeremy couldn’t help but notice that the girl looked vaguely similar to Quinn, but with a longer nose and smaller lips. They could have been sisters maybe—or she could have been Jeremy’s sister, apparently.
She tried on one of the dresses: a black floral dress that extended to her knees. She stepped out from the changing room, even though there was a mirror in the changing room. She walked around a bit, spinning and admiring the dress. “It’s ten percent off,” Jeremy said.
The girl smiled. “Thanks,” she said, and then she went back into the change room and took the dress off. She didn’t buy it, but she considered it for some time. Had Jeremy been more awake and alert, he probably would have tried to sell her on the dress, just to justify his job. But instead he let her meander the store some more before leaving.
She left the store with a warm goodbye and then Jeremy found himself sitting there, wondering what got Quinn into dressing like a girl.
It wasn’t that long ago that Quinn was a man. Jeremy knew this because Quinn was dating Larissa. And in all of those pictures of Quinn with Larissa, Quinn was never dressed in drag—no women’s clothes, no makeup, no wigs; just a normal-looking guy. Maybe that’s why Larissa left Quinn—because he got into cross-dressing and maybe he came out of the closet. Or maybe that happened after they split up, which wasn’t that long ago in the scheme of things…
Jeremy found himself holding up that black floral dress, wondering if it was just a matter of giving it a try. Would he be able to pull the girly clothes off just like Quinn? Would he like it and end up wanting to become a woman, just like Quinn?
He didn’t want that, but once he’d entertained the thought, he felt as though he needed to prove it wrong. He needed to try that dress on to prove to himself that he wasn’t interested in cross-dressing or becoming a woman. Just because a man who looked identical to him felt one way, didn’t mean that Jeremy had to feel that way too.
So Jeremy took the dress and slipped into one of the changing rooms. He quickly got undressed, not even keeping his boxers on. He held the dress up for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to put it on. He ended up pulling it over his head and squirming into it. It was tight and he almost wasn’t able to pull it over his shoulders. But after a moment of squirming, he got the little dress on.
The fabric was so light that it felt like he was wearing nothing at all. There was a bit of bagginess at his chest where tits were supposed to go. Quinn didn’t have big tits by any means, but she still had subtle lumps—maybe just a padded bra or maybe a year’s worth of hormone replacement therapy. Jeremy used his own t-shirt to create a bust, which looked surprising real in the mirror.
He found himself twisting and turning, checking himself out from every angle. His body didn’t look too bad, especially when he squinted so he couldn’t see the hair on his legs or the stubble on his chin. The dress fit surprisingly well—or maybe it wasn’t so surprising, given what he’d seen from his doppelganger.
He heard the bell ring at the front door. He froze for a moment and then he began to undress in a panic. He quickly wrestled himself out from that dress and then he jumped into his jeans. He didn’t even bother putting on his boxers, worried the extra few seconds would be the difference between being caught and not. He quickly jumped out from the changing room, leaving the dress and his boxers and his socks behind. He smiled at the old lady who was wandering about the store. “Can I help you with anything?” he said, strangely out of breath.
“I’d like to buy a new pair of shoes,” the old woman said, so Jeremy went through his usual routine of showing off all the options. Most old ladies ended up fancying the same pair of shoes: the only pair of orthopaedic walking shoes they had in stock. While the woman was trying them on, Jeremy noticed a short black dress hanging in the women’s clothing section. He stared at it for a minute before realizing it was the same exact dress that Quinn wore in those Ferris wheel photos. So when the old lady was gone, Jeremy snatched the dress and ran over to the changing room, to quench his latest curiosity.
He slipped into the dress and found himself modelling in front of that mirror, trying out different poses, shocked again that the dress fit his figure so perfectly (with some help from his t-shirt bust).
He didn’t think he looked like a chick though—he still just looked like a man in a dress. But he wondered if it was only because of his hairy legs and the stubble on his chin. There was only one way to find out for sure…
CHAPTER IV
He felt silly holding the razor in his hand when he returned home from his day of work. He had the black dress in a bag, ready to be tried on again without body hair to distract from the bigger picture. He didn’t buy the dress—he was simply borrowing it. He planned on leaving the tags on it. It was simply there to satisfy a curiosity. He had to remind himself of that many times.
He ran the blade of the razor up and down his legs, shaving away all of his leg hair. He knew it would grow back in a matter of weeks, and he had no plans of going down to the beach in that time. Besides, lots of men were shaving their legs—it was in-style. He made sure that his legs were perfectly smooth before turning his attention to his face. He lathered on a healthy layer of shaving cream before shaving away that stubble (which took a few weeks to grow), leaving his face as smooth as a baby’s… or a woman’s.
Then, he found himself in his bedroom, with the door closed and locked in case his roommate came home early from school. He shut the blinds before pulling that dress out from its bag. Then he stripped down. This time, he put the dress on properly, unzipping the back first and then stepping into it and pulling it up his body. He found himself surprised again by how soft the fabric was, as if he’d forgotten or as if he didn’t quite believe his original memory. But the fabric really was amazing soft—as if it was so thin, it was translucent. But somehow it wasn’t. This time he tried leaving his boxers on, but they just bunched up awkwardly under the dress, so he pulled those off, exposing a slightly bulge between his legs. He had no way to hide that bulge, aside from holding his legs close together and tucking his cock back.
Instead of using his t-shirt, he found a pair of socks that were easier to manipulate into breasts. The dress had study cups that held the socks nicely and stopped them from bulging awkwardly.
He straightened the dress and then he looked around the room. He didn’t have a mirror in his bedroom and he didn’t even realize it until that moment. He’d never cared much about his appearance. His friends were often telling him that he had dried toothpaste around his lips. But now, he needed to know how he looked. So he poked his head out and made sure his roommate hadn’t come home. Then he ran to the front door, where there was a closet with a full-length mirror. He found himself in front of that mirror, posing, turning, and tilting. He put his hands on his hips and leaned his weight to one side.
He had to block out the reflection of his face with his hand for the visual to come to life. But his body truly did look feminine. He had nice curves and his legs looked fantastic all shaved and smooth. Those legs could have been in a magazine and no one would have ever known they were looking at a dude’s legs. Even his arms—which he’d done nothing to—looked fantastically feminine. He turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder. He found himself admiring his bum for a few minutes before running back to his room to see what else was possible.
In that same bag he’d borrowed a few other items from the shop. They sold small makeup kits for women to put in their purses. He had one of those little kits now. He opened it up and l
ooked at the small brushes and different pallets. He wasn’t sure where to start, even though there were only a few options.
So he started with the little tube that was labelled ‘liquid eyeliner’. He drew it around his eyes after watching a couple of YouTube tutorial videos. He thought he did a pretty good job, so he moved onto the mascara, and then the eye shadow. He went with a green colour around his eyes because that’s what Quinn had in all of those Ferris wheel selfies. Finally, he finished with a ruby red lipstick (the only lipstick in the makeup kit), and he poked his head out from his bedroom again before sneaking over to that full-length mirror.
And sure as hell, he was staring at Quinn. He really was Quinn’s doppelganger, even dressed up in drag. He stared for a long time, in a state of shock and wonder. He wasn’t sure how to handle this new information. He couldn’t even remember why he’d gotten dolled up in the first place.
But he remembered quickly after he caught himself smiling. He quickly wiped that smile off of his face and bit down on his tongue. That smile was the reason he got dressed up—to make sure it wasn’t there. He thought he could get himself all dolled up so he could see that Quinn and him weren’t the same in every way. But his plan backfired. Now he was more sure than ever that Quinn was his exact doppelganger. And now Jeremy was left wondering how different their personalities were—if they were different at all.
He quickly took the dress off and stuffed it back into the bag. He pushed those thoughts out of his head. Of course they were different. Quinn was a homosexual who liked to dress up and go to gay bars. Jeremy was straight and he had no interest in cross-dressing, even though he looked good doing it apparently. He was a man who wanted to be a man, and that was all there was to it.
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