Whatever Happened to Jared? (Price of Admission)

 The original caption was a three parter and starts here 

Festival season seemed to start earlier every year. The frost hadn't even melted on the ground and already Lewis was calling demanding Jared dig out his box of heels so they could start buying tickets and choosing looks for their upcoming events. Ten years had passed since they had come out to each other about their mutual crossdressing habits – Lewis's reveal being of his actual lifestyle whereas Jared was duped into revealing his non-existent French-tipped escapades by his sister Tori.

However, true friendship trumps all and even though Jared still found squeezing into figure hugging dresses and donning a wig more than a little embarrassing even after all these years, he had never had the heart to tell Lewis. And so, he had kept up the facade – they went high-heel shopping together, swapped makeup tips, and zipped up each others bodycon dresses like the best friends they were – albeit male ones. Jared was truly happy to see the joy it brought Lewis and he really did enjoy the festivals and events they went to together as young attractive women. Sure, he had to learn to deal with the stares they got and how to fasten his own bra but the happiness of his best friend was worth it and he knew he could never tell him what really happened that first time before Coachella. Tori would never say anything either and as they got older, she grew to respect her brother's commitment to the cause. She even took him aside one Christmas to apologise and tell him how much she respected what he was doing for Lewis.

“You know you can smile without smudging your lippy,” Lewis chuckled, holding up his phone to snap a picture of them in the hotel bathroom mirror. They were putting the final touches on their outfits for the first day of Coachella and Lewis was snapping a few pictures for his Instagram. “Oh my, this thing is tight!” He complained as he leant in closer to Jared and the pink dress he was wearing squeezed his body. Pulling the hem down before it could ride up over his panties, he turned to Jared, who was wrapped in an equally tight black dress, and started playing with the long ringlets of his friends wig. “Can we swap? I like yours better and you always look great in any style.” Jared snatched the strand of hair away with a stern look before breaking into a good-natured smile.

“Don't be so nervous!” Jared soothed. “You look perfect – as always!” He squinted at his reflection, rather pleased with the job he had done of his eyeliner. It had sat in a drawer for six months and yet he had wielded it like an expert swordsman at the first time of asking. He had even helped the much more practised Lewis with his.

“Bitch, please!” Lewis exclaimed and both boys collapsed into giggles amongst the clouds of perfume.

“Do you worry we're getting too old for this?” Jared asked and watched a disappointed expression form on his best friend's face. “Coachella, I mean! The lineup gets lamer every year. I was thinking we could try Burning Man. I've seen the sexiest pair of matching Vegas showgirl outfits... Hotter than the freaking desert!”