CROCODILE PANTS.

“What the hell! What do you want now?” Maira shouted from underneath the covers.
“Open up you big-footed bitch! Now!” Sheba was screaming on the other side of the door, still banging with both fists.
“Oh, go away. Give it a rest, will you?”
“Not until you buy me a new pair of shoes. You broke one of the heels and you didn’t even tell me. Now what am I going to wear tonight?”
“Any one of the other fifteen pairs of heels you’ve got?”
“You, you cross-dresser. Stick to your trainers and leave my shoes alone.”
“Look who’s talking! I’ve never seen a more butch girl in my life.” Maira was beginning to get really wound up now. How many times did Sheba borrow her clothes for a night out and return them damaged in some way?
“Oh honey, let me tell you something. I was a girl way before you stopped wearing your crocodile pants. It’s me the guys want to chat up when we go out together, so fuck off!”
“Yeah. You’ve got Doctor Whatshisname to thank for your boobs. Oh, and the extensions on your head. So what!”
Maira was really pissed off now. A quiet night in, she’d thought. A soak in the bath tub, a couple of glasses of wine. She had watched another episode, okay, three episodes of Sex In The City before retiring to bed with a little light reading, namely: this month’s Cosmopolitan. A girl, well technically, a guy, has to keep up with the latest fashions and tips on how to get and keep her man.
“You’re going to pay for this, you fucking…you bastard…” Sheba swung round from the door, making angry faces as she went down the corridor to her room to rethink her outfit for tonight. Now she had to change everything; the satiny, close-fitting olive green dress, the fake emerald drop earrings, the matching underwear from La Senza.
When she had seen the flat-share ad in the local newspaper a year ago, she had thought it was perfect.
Twenty-something cross-dressing male has room to rent in gorgeous flat. Must be fun and open-minded.
She had visualized the sisterly exchanges of garments, the tips on hair and makeup and nights out on the town. And it had mostly been like that. But lately, there was some rivalry between them. It all started with her operation. Now that she was a bona fide woman, she had upped the attitude and Maira did not like it. Sheba felt she was entitled to it. Hadn’t she suffered enough with the hormone intake and therapy? Not to mention the smaning and cheeky comments before she had had her surgery. Well, now she was all woman. They can all go to hell as far as she was concerned.