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.