He's back home, waking up on the day after the night before. What trauma awaits him as he returns to the land of the living?   The Floral Tales Part 6 - Disclosure By J Morose

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Introduction

This story is based on a real club that existed in Southport, England in the 80's and early 90's. The events and characters are entirely fictional.

This story contains political incorrectness, intolerance, swearing, sexual references and the usual vernacular references as made by teenagers when their parents are out of earshot. If you want a Disney piece, this is not for you.

The story centres around two teenage boys, their girlfriends and their under age exploits when attending the local rock club.

He's back home, waking up on the day after the night before. What trauma awaits him as he returns to the land of the living?

Part 6 - Disclosure

From part 5...

Kev took a big swig of the caffeine goodness in a tin. “Anyway, about last night...”

“Well you see...” Wanger was going to take his time, that much was certain. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“Yard of ale.”

Wanger had a grin that seemed to indicate that he was going to enjoy this.

Wanger's House – Sunday 17:23

“You sure that's al you remember?” Wanger's grin grew.

“Look, just bloody tell me.” Kev cradled his head in his hands.

“You sure you wanna know?”

“Fer fucks sake yer mong, just tell me!” kev was getting most impatient.

“Ok, well it sort of goes like this...”

The retelling started just after the yard of ale competition and vivid desription of Kev's inebriation.

“Already worked that bit out. And?”

“Well, there was this biker guy, you remember Wossisname...”

“Sort of...” Wossisname is the nickname of a bloke that has stuck after several people could not recall his actual name and the nickname, as they so often do.

“Well, he was pissed, not as bad as you were mind...”
Wanger grinned some more.

“Don't tell me...” Kev held his head in his hands.

“Ha! Got you there.” It was obvoius that Wanger was enjoying tormenting his mate a little. “Actually, he asked, in all seriousness whether you would meet one of his mates.”

“Shit!”

“Yep, and you and Anya went over..”

“And..”

“look, you were well pissed, mate.”

“And!” Kev was getting more insistent. He really needed to know.

“So, this mate of Wossisname, he said about how good you looked...”

“Fuck! No!”

“And he asked about, you know, the dressing up..”

Kev was now going bright red, his hands completely holding his head now.

Wanger continued. “And you said 'what dressing up?' and he laughed and you thought he was laughing at you and you musta forgotten what you were wearing because you told him that there are lots of blokes dress the same as you and he laughed more.”

Kev was speechless, how was he going to explain this away.

“And then he told you to calm down and you said you would if he got you a drink...”

Kev was now mortified. Wossisname was massive, six foot six and almost as wide and his mates were also equally substantial.

“Then you proclaimed to have the 'stompy boots of power' and that's what finished it...”

“Finished what?”

“Well,, with you wearing those girly shoes and all,” Wanger was chuckling now, “All he could do was laugh. He then said 'Keep yer tits on!'. Me and Anya were in uproar, as you'd chucked them away during the yard of ale...”

Wanger was openly laughing now. “Then what...” Kev said, sullenly.

“You sure you wanna know, girlyboy!”

“Stop callin' me that! Yer mong!” Grunted Kev, “Get on wi' it.”

“Well, you charged off when midnight madness started and so me and Anya joined you for a bit and then you sorta fell over.”

It should be said at this moment, midnight madness was, unsurprisingly, at midnight. The DJ played many silly songs, such as Nellie the Elephant (Toy Dolls), Minnie the Moocher (Cab Calloway) and stuff from Status Quo, Dave lee Roth, various TV themes and party songs. The 'madness' culminating with the theme from Thunderbirds. Each week it was the same songs and each had its own specific 'dance', although dancing was not quite the term that could be applied to the general melee that usually ensued. Both Kev and Wanger were accomplished followers, the measure of skill being how little one fell or was knocked over for the duration of the madness, which generally lasted about half an hour.

Wanger continued, “then a whole bunch of people fell over you and thats when Wossisname's mate charged in to rescue you.”

“Could have handled it.”

“Dunno, you were well pissed. Anyway, he picked you up off the floor and thats when Stu ran into you.”

“Stu, what the...”

“Yep, he called Wossisname's mate 'A gentleman and scholar', picked you up, sat you on his shoulders and charged right back in as Thunderbirds started.

“safe!” said Kev, “Least Stu weren't acting like a wrong 'un.”

“Listen, the only wrong 'un last night was you, spacker!”

“Whaddya mean by that!” Kev, his embarrassment forgotten, grew quite indignant.

“Well, dressing up like that,” Wanger gestured, “and then, after being so miserable about it, then charging around the place like a crossdressing loon. Took a ruck of effort just to keep yer out of grief.” (It should be noted that a 'ruck' is a quantity equivalent to 'lots and lots').

Kev thought on this for a few moments and realising he was somewhat beholden to his friend apologised. “Sorry mate.”

“Don't worry about it, pulled me out of the shit often enough.” Wanger smiled once more, “but man, do summat about your look!”

Kev had forgotten again how he looked, so Kev escorted him to the bathroom where there was a large mirror.

“For fucks sake!” Kev grumbled, “Do yer have owt in here to get rid of this?”

“I'll ask me mum.” before kev could protest, Wanger darted out of the bathroom and was gone. Kev looked in the mirror again, turning one way, then the other and grudgingly admitted his slightly feminine appearance, the makeup notwithstanding and decided that when he got cleaned up he would look better.

Wanger returned shortly, his mother closely behind him, clutching bottles and bags and such. Wanger's mother, called Auntie Joan by Kev, was a homely looking woman with a big heart, always infectiouslly cheerful.

“Hi Kev!” She was in fine form today, bubbly as ever, “Wondered what our Tony wanted these for, now I can see. What happened to you?”

Kev shot his mate an evil glare, “Don't ask!”

“Ok, but we need to get this lot off so sit on the edge of the bath and I'll do your face first.”

Kev then got his first introduction to make up removal and all the lotions, potions and wipes that go with it. This followed by a removal of the nail polish and a lecture on various potions including cuticle cream and 'letting the pores breathe'. Kev was so grateful to have the stuff finally off him that he put up with the lecture in good humour, although he did not say much the whole time. Wanger giggled the whole way through this though, much to Kev's dismay.

“Cheers, Auntie Joan!” Kev was more happy now. He caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror and looked more like himself.

“You're welcome Kevin. Next time you want to try make up, make sure you have the stuff to remove it afterwards.”

With that, she was gone.

“Right, I'm off home, catch yer later.” Kev was feeling a little happier with himself now.

“Later, man!”

Kev's House – Sunday 18:20

Kev returned home for his tea and further chastisement, not that he wanted to be told off, it's just that he had decided that the best course of action was to get it over with.

His mother was there when he went in. “So, you're back then?”

“Hi!” Kev was still a little nervous, but his new cosmetic free state gave him a little confidence. He threw his jacket on the newel post at the bottom of the stairs.

“Tea's nearly ready.” Her face betrayed the fact that she was still not pleased.

“Ok.”

“Oh, and Kevin, we still need to finish our little chat from before.”

'Little chat' thought Kev, 'Doubt the bloody Gestapo could do better.'

“OK Mum.”

Kev went up to his room. His room, as usual, was a typical teenagers room, no carpet visible, posters on the wall, clothes hung up on the floor in various heaps and so on. He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and set about wrestling once more with the corset that he had now been wearing it for the past day or so.

He twisted and contorted himself into various unseemly shapes, but still could not reach the knot that had been tied halfway up his back. Then he had an idea.

Reaching into a drawer, he produced a pair of wire cutters, twisted round and cut the cord holding the infernal thing shut. Unpicking the cord, he felt immediate relief and suddenly felt very hungry.

'Good job tea is nearly ready' He thought, 'Bloody famished!'

With this thought in mind, he stuffed the corset in the bottom of the wardrobe, so as to hid it from his parents, together with the rest of the stuff from last night. 'No need to provoke the ancestors!'

Kev went downstairs for the evening meal, which was a traditional Sunday roast, lamb, roast potatoes, various veg and mint sauce. He ate several helpings of the food. The meal was a little strained however, with his mother's scowl and father's disinterest. Needless to say, apart from the minimum necessary for the sake of politeness, the conversation was non-existent.

The meal finished, Kev was dreading this part, he could see his mother getting more and more ready to launch into another tirade.

“So Kevin, we need to finish that little talk we were having earlier.”

'Shit!' Thought Kev, 'Not again...'

His mother went off again in the same vein as before, with concerns primarily about her embarrassment if anyone she knew found out, questions about Kev's sexuality, rants about excessive drunkenness and so on. His dad had kept quiet during all this, trying to appear involved in the discussion when it was quite obvious that all he wanted to do was go and watch some television. Then his mother dropped the bombshell....

To be continued.......

“True wisdom walks hand in hand with adversity,

Knowledge exists on the brink of uncertainty.”

All your typos are belong to us.

If someone wants to proofread my stuff, please IM me. Serious offers only please.

[edit] had an offer for my other stuff, but not the Floral Tales yet...

May the blessings of the day be upon you and yours
And many thanks for all the encouraging comments - J