Nao high-tailed it back to the bar. His heart pounding in his chest at what had just transpired. He gave the nice bartender a little smile, whilst catching his breath.

Narnia...

How stupid was he? Bloody idiot forgot to think of a name... There were plenty of acceptable female names, why the fuck hadn’t he thought of one?

Okay, fair enough: at least he stopped himself from blurting out his real name. But Narnia? REALLY?! What a shit-ass save was that? Why not Natalie, Natasha, Nami? Even Nala would have been better, and that's from the Lion King.

The bartender placed two shot glasses on the bar and filled them up.

“Bottoms up”, he said as he lifted one of the glasses.

“Bottoms up” said Nao as he took the other glass and threw it back. The clear white liquid burned in his throat, but it had a nice sweet aftertaste.

“Nice! What is it?” he asked.

“Sambuca,” answered the bartender. "Want another one?"

“Sure”, said Nao.

He had fucked it up anyway. Ryan had gone home with Smelly, so there was nowhere to go for Nao now. He might as well get drunk.

Nao paid for another Sambuca for him and the bartender, after which the bartender added two on his own account. When they finished them, Nao immediately paid for a refill.

“What’s your name?” the bartender asked.

Nao gave him a lopsided grin, leaned over the bar towards the bartender and said in a hushed voice, but far too loud to be a whisper: “Narnia, apparently…"

Nao jolted up, took a shot from an already empty shot-glass, looked at it accusingly, put it back on the bar with a bang and continued.

"I could have been Denise, of Fl… Florence or Jane or anything, but NOOOOO…. No I am Narnia! Whaaa, Narrrrrrnia! Narniaaah! I’m Narnia and I’m in the closet! Hee hee…”

“Wow, you don’t drink often, do you girl?” The bartender asked, but it was more of a statement. "I’m gonna call you a cab, get you home safely.”

“But I wanna have more Sambuca!” yelled Nao. “I’m the queen of fresh breath alcohol! Look out or I’ll kiss you with my super minty breath!”

“You’re a lovely lady, but I don’t think that is such a good idea.” the bartender said. “I’ve called you a cab, they’ll be here in 10 minutes. Here’s a glass of water, drink that.”

***

Nao got in the cab and fell asleep after giving the driver the address.

When the driver woke him up, they were at the house. The lights were off and Ryan’s bike was not there.

Nao felt his chest tighten and his face get wet. He realised he was crying again. Nao paid the driver and walked up to the house. He used the key he had hidden in his shoe to open the door, and went straight for the fridge.

The fridge contained a bottle of wine. Nao opened it and took a sip.

Bleh.

He decided he didn’t like red wine but drank it anyway.

Ryan wouldn’t come home tonight. He’d be sleeping with Smelly. His Ryan. His sweet beautiful Ryan.

He thought about their ‘kiss’ at dinner, and wondered what could have happened if he’d been dressed as a girl then. He would have sat on his lap, legs wrapped around him, making sure he wouldn’t get away. He’d kiss him deeply and grind on his lap…

Nao felt himself getting hard at the thought and started stoking himself softly. He took another big gulp of the wine and thought of Ryan’s beautiful body, and the way his face looked that one time as he was having that dream…

He pumped his member, starting slowly but soon picking up speed. “Ah Ryan…” he moaned softly as his breathing fastened.

***

Nao woke up as the sunlight hit his face… his head was killing him.

What...? He jolted up.

He was lying on the couch in his true form, wearing a black dress with his cum on it. On the floor was an empty wine bottle and a big red stain on the carpet.

“FUCKSHITFUCKSHIT!” Nao screamed.

He looked at the clock: 11.40AM.

Nao screamed again. Ryan had to be at work at 1pm. He’d have to go by the house to change, so he should be on his way over here RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

Nao didn’t have a second to waste. He took the dress off and stuffed it in a bag, along with the wig and the underwear. He put the bag together with his shoes and the empty bottle in his secret hiding space. He’d clean up naked, so he could change as soon as he heard Ryan coming up to the house.

He started scrubbing the wine out of the carpet, but to no avail. He looked at the stain. Yeah, Ryan was definitely going to notice that.

“THINK!” Nao screamed out loud.

“YOU STUPID DUMBSHIT GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER THINK!!”

Scolding himself he looked around frantically, and finally came up with something he’d pat himself on the shoulder about for weeks to come: He moved all the furniture, turned the carpet around and put the furniture back so that the TV cabinet was on top of the stain.

“Ha!” Like nothing happened.

Except for the dust.

The messing around with the furniture and the carpet got dust all over the place and Ryan had only cleaned it on Friday so it couldn’t be dusty now. Nao had to do the unthinkable.

He sighed and picked up the vacuum cleaner.