Custom Fit

By Josephine Myles

Being “wrong” has never felt so right!

Felix McAvoy is having an identity crisis. No longer the bad boy of art college, he’s now employed as a human billboard, roaming the centre of Bath dressed as a Roman soldier while attempting to fight off his nicotine cravings. It’s a comedown for the former conceptual artist, although there are compensations to the costume. The skirt, for one...

While Felix hasn’t made a secret of his desire to wear women’s clothing, he’s never dared try it until now. He’s always been worried once he goes down that road, he won’t want to come back, and the prospect of cross-dressing 24/7 terrifies him. Of course, he can’t tell that to Andrew, who’s now busy making Felix a slutty red dress.

Andrew Wheeler loves coming home to Felix and their cosy city centre flat. He just wishes Felix would let him know what’s bothering him. And maybe then, Andrew could confide what he really wants. Felix might not see him as anything other than a top, but Andrew’s yearning to switch things up.

Living together is one thing. Actually plucking up the courage to talk about their secret desires is going to be a whole other—and excruciatingly embarrassing—kettle of fish.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Josephine Myles
• Release date: Aug 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370131228

Josephine Myles

English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She’s beginning to suspect he enjoys it. Jo now has over a dozen novels and novellas under her belt. Her novel Stuff won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Bisexual Romance, and her novella Merry Gentlemen won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Romantic Comedy. She loves to be busy, and is currently having fun trying to work out how she is going to fit in her love of writing, dressmaking and attending cabaret shows in fabulous clothing around the demands of a preteen with special needs and an insatiably curious toddler. Website and blog: http://josephinemyles.com/  Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/hrQ4s  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/josephine.myles.author  Twitter: @JosephineMyles 

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Being wrong has never felt so right!

Felix McAvoy is having an identity crisis. No longer the bad boy of art college, he’s now employed as a human billboard, roaming the centre of Bath dressed as a Roman soldier while attempting to fight off his nicotine cravings. It’s a come down for the former conceptual artist, although there are compensations to the costume. The skirt, for one...

While Felix hasn’t made a secret of his desire to wear women’s clothing, he’s never dared try it until now. He’s always been worried once he goes down that road, he won’t want to come back, and the prospect of cross-dressing 24/7 terrifies him. Of course, he can’t tell that to Andrew, who’s now busy making Felix a slutty red dress.

Andrew Wheeler loves coming home to Felix and their cosy city centre flat. He just wishes Felix would let him know what’s bothering him. And maybe then, Andrew could confide what he really wants. Felix might not see him as anything other than a top, but Andrew’s yearning to switch things up.

Living together is one thing. Actually plucking up the courage to talk about their secret desires is going to be a whole other—and excruciatingly embarrassing—kettle of fish.

The Tailor Made series:

Tailor Made

Custom Fit

Copyright 2016 by Josephine Myles

Edited by JL Merrow

Cover Art by Lou Harper

Smashwords Edition

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by Josephine Myles

For all the men who enjoy cross-dressing. May you always look fabulous!

Thanks to all my beta readers: Helena Stone, Lillian Francis and Gerette. Also to Belea, my grammar disciplinarian :)

Chapter One

Felix pulled on the skirt and stared into the mirror. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as he’d been expecting. The burgundy faux leather that Andrew had tutted over last night felt cool against his legs, and the way it draped over his crotch was… interesting. Felix gave an experimental twirl, watching in the mirror as the heavy fabric flared out ever so slightly. Ooh, that was weird. But good weird. Probably. Yeah, definitely.

Suited him too. With his pale skin and dark hair, Felix always looked good in strong colours. And the skirt would totally go with his cherry red Doc Martens. Shame they weren’t part of his new uniform.

Felix cocked his hip and pouted.

Mmm, looking good, came Andrew’s voice from behind him.

Felix whirled around. Andrew’s sleep-rumpled blond head was poking up from under the thin cotton sheet. Oh my God, I thought you were asleep. He’d woken up extra early what with it being the first day at his new job as a human billboard, but he’d taken extra care to keep quiet while showering and getting dressed so Andrew could enjoy his lie-in. Sorry. Was I making too much noise?

I just couldn’t sleep properly. It’s so hot in here.

Yeah, even with the window open. Bloody seagulls woke me up. Noisy bastards.

Felix walked over to the window and threw back the curtain. He stared out over the Bath rooftops. The view from their new attic flat was amazing, which kind of made up for the noise and the heat. And best of all, the central location meant he only had to wake up about half an hour before starting work. Thinking of which… He could hear Andrew getting up behind him. Why would anyone voluntarily get out of bed on their day off? I should go and make a cuppa, Felix grumbled.

Andrew’s hands landed on his waist, and then the whole hot length of him was pressed up against Felix’s back. Talk about morning glory! Felix could feel that monster trying to burrow its way up and under the pleather. He’d already managed to persuade his own hard-on to give up, but he could feel it rousing again. He wiggled his bum and Andrew thrust against him.

So good! Uhh, not fair. I have to get ready.

I’ll help you.

I’d be quicker on my own.

Andrew’s voice rumbled against Felix’s neck as he nibbled on the sensitive spot just under his ear. Mmm, that always got him going. Sneaky bastard. Yes, but it’ll be more fun this way.

The protest on Felix’s lips died as Andrew ran his hands up under the skirt.

I like this easy access, Andrew said, grabbing hold of Felix’s dick. Hmm, so does somebody else by the feel of it.

Felix thrust into Andrew’s hand. It feels weird, though.

Weird how?

Andrew sounded genuinely interested, so Felix did his best to explain the half-formed thoughts and feelings swirling around inside him. Weird in a way that makes me kind of worried. I don’t know, like I might like it too much? And you know, it’s kind of feminine. More than a kilt, anyway. People might laugh at me.

I think once you’ve got the rest of the costume on you’ll be fine. It won’t look feminine when you’re kitted out like a Roman soldier. And besides, it’s not that girly a skirt. It’s got pockets. Womenswear hardly ever has pockets. The girls at college complain about it all the time.

Andrew should know all about that kind of thing seeing as how he was on a fashion design course, but that wasn’t quite what Felix had been getting at. Mind you, he still wasn’t entirely sure he understood what he was feeling, so he gave up trying to explain. Instead he wiggled his arse some more. Think we’ve got time for a quickie? Andrew’s hand job had got him all the way hard now, so his skirt was sticking out in front of him in a particularly obscene manner.

Mmm, I’d love to say yes, but… Andrew sighed. You’ve only got twenty minutes to get down to Abbey Square. Have you had any breakfast yet?

No, but I can grab something later.

Andrew’s hand stilled. You need to eat properly. You’ll be on your feet for hours.

Felix thrust a couple of times in the hope of persuading Andrew to reconsider, but instead, Andrew pulled away. I’ll make you some toast. You finish getting dressed. I’ll help with the breastplate if you need me to.

Yeah, Andrew might be way too sensible for his own good, but Felix loved him anyway. And besides, maybe a quickie wasn’t such a great idea after all. He could still feel the after-effects of their shag last night. Andrew was a big boy, and Felix didn’t want to be walking all bandy-legged on his first day. Although maybe it would add authenticity and make him look like he’d just spent a day on horseback. Did Roman soldiers have horses?

They must have had them, surely? Felix frowned as he pulled on the rest of his clothes—the tabard style T-shirt and the crazy sandals that crisscrossed up his calves. Yeah, he didn’t know all that much about the Romans, come to think of it. Maybe he’d have to get some research in just in case the tourists started asking him searching questions. Maybe he could do it by watching a good film. What were the classic ones about ancient Rome?

"Have they got Gladiator on Netflix?" Felix asked as he strode into their tiny kitchen, metal breastplate in hand.

Andrew handed him a piece of toast and took the breastplate. I don’t think so. Why do you ask?

Just thought I should maybe do some research on the Romans. Seeing as how I’m impersonating one for a living and all.

You could always get a book out at the library.

Boring. I want something exciting, not a history lesson.

I could pick one for you. Maybe a children’s book, then it would just have the good bits.

Andrew might have been standing behind him, tinkering with the buckles of the breastplate, but Felix could hear his smile.

Wanker. He stuffed the rest of the piece of toast in his mouth and spied the steaming mugs on the side. Ooh, you made tea. Not a wanker after all.

Yeah, and I even put some cold water in yours so you’ve got time to drink it before you head out.

Felix leaned back into Andrew’s touch as Andrew fastened the buckles behind him. I do love you, you know.

Cupboard love, Andrew grumbled, but he followed it up with a kiss to Felix’s neck. I love you too, he murmured, before straightening up. Now hurry up with that tea. I bet you haven’t put any sunblock on yet, have you?

Do I have to?

Hmm, let’s think about it. It’s July and you’re about to spend the whole day outside in the sunshine, with hardly any available shade. Yes, I think you need sunblock.

But I can just wear my helmet.

It doesn’t cover up your arms and feet, though, does it?

In the end they had to take Felix’s sandals off to get the sunblock on properly, but eventually it was done, and Felix was fully dressed, helmet on and advertising flagpole tucked under his arm, and heading out of the door of their flat.

God, I’d better hurry. He patted his hip, but the skirt’s pockets were empty. Where’s my phone. And my e-cig? Shit, I had them earlier.

Can’t you go ten minutes without puffing on that thing? Andrew complained.

Yes, but I can’t go the whole bloody day. Felix stomped out of the kitchen and into the living room. Aha, there was his phone on the coffee table, but no nicotine delivery device in sight. Where’s my e-cig? Have you hidden it? He wouldn’t put it past Andrew. The man had some sneaky tactics when it came to weaning Felix off his nicotine addiction. Come on, babe, I need it.

You don’t need it. You just think you do.

Says the man who’s so strait-laced he’s never had to deal with a physical addiction to anything. Trust me, when I say I need it, I mean I need it.

The craving must have come through loud and clear, because eventually Andrew huffed. Fine. I’ll help you find the stupid thing. Where did you have it last?

I don’t know. In the bathroom? He might have still been puffing on it when he went in there.

I don’t like you vaping in the bathroom. There’s no window in there, so I end up having to breathe in all your fumes.

For fuck’s sake! Well, I don’t much like going out to work, but sometimes we all have to do things we don’t want to do.

It’s hardly the same thing.

Is too.

The way Andrew was glaring at him made Felix rethink his argument. Okay, maybe not exactly, but the fact remains, if I’m going to stand around all day in dressed up like a prize twat, then I’m going to need the odd smoke to get through it. And if I don’t find my e-cig, then I’m going to have to buy a packet of baccy.

You wouldn’t. Andrew looked crestfallen. You promised.

Sometimes desperate times drive a man to desperate measures.

For a moment Felix thought Andrew was about to argue, but then he just turned away, sighing deeply. Fine, I’ll have a look in the bathroom. You think about where else you might have been this morning.

***

Andrew pushed open the bathroom door. The e-cig was lying on the side of the sink in a scummy puddle of what looked like shaving foam, but probably wasn’t as it didn’t look like Felix had bothered shaving that morning.

Would it hurt Felix to wipe around the sink after he’d finished? Andrew picked up the nasty little fake cigarette and wiped it off with some toilet paper. He loved his boyfriend, but sometimes he had to remind himself of that because the man could be so infuriating.

Here it is, he said, interrupting Felix in the middle of what looked like a fight with the sofa cushion.

Oh, you’re an angel. Thanks, babe! Felix went from stress to sunshine in a split second. Here, give us a snog before I leave.

Much as Andrew would have liked more—especially with Felix looking the way he did in that uniform—he let his man go after a brief lick of his lips. Come on, you don’t want to be late.

I don’t mind. Really.

Yes, but your new boss might. You don’t want to get fired before you even get started.

"Maybe I do. Then I could just rock up as one of those human statue things and