Let Every New Year Find You by Kris Ripper

Author:Kris Ripper [Ripper, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kris Ripper

Chapter Seven

The dress was imperfectly mended, but the imperfections of it—the way the seams slightly buckled, the way the bodice rippled a bit where it wasn’t meant to pull quite so taut—almost made Davey love it more. They’d never been as comfortable with anyone looking at them in a dress as they were, eventually, with Lucy poking and prodding and pinning. And they were not prepared for her affection, her teasing, the respect of her hands on their body.

I trust Mistress with my whole self, Eddie had whispered as they walked side by side back up the hill to the house.

In that moment, Davey had only thought Easy for you to say, you love her. But now they understood a little. Lucy’s presence filled a room, but not in a way that smothered everyone else. In a way that somehow made it safe.

They mentioned that to Eddie, after Lucy had flounced down the ladder, proclaiming herself the queen of alterations to the good-natured ribbing of the rest of the family, who called that it was probably all Eddie. (It was only half Eddie.)

Eddie offered a shrug. “For you. Not for everyone. Mistress can make the room feel like thorns if she wants to.”

Which made sense. They shivered a little. Maybe it was a draft, or maybe the idea of Lucy putting her talents to use icing someone out, which Davey could imagine being seriously effective. They scooped Ru up off the rug and nestled the kitten around their neck before carefully rolling the dress and bundling it back into the bag.

They indulged themself, right before bed, by trying it on again. The room didn’t have a mirror, but it was the moving around that Davey wanted, the feel of fabric brushing their legs, the glorious freedom of it. Even without zipping it up, it was amazing. For years they’d pushed this feeling down, knowing they liked the idea of wearing a dress or a skirt or a scarf, but too afraid to try. Not until college, when they couldn’t really ignore it anymore.

Ru watched from the indentation at the center of their pillow, head slightly tilted as if contemplating matters like gender and history and desire.

“How do I look?” Davey whispered, sweeping the dress to the side and bowing.

Ru meowed.

“Um. Thanks.”

They took off the dress, hung it carefully over the chair, and went to bed.

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