Friday Night Lipstick

By Giselle Renarde

When Layla and Bernice first met, they'd never heard the word "transgender." Back then, they thought of themselves as cross-dressers and frequented gay clubs together.

Twenty years later, Layla is a glamorous and successful real estate agent living as a woman full-time. Repressed Bernice is still married to a woman who won't let go of the husband Bernice used to be. She spends her lonely nights dreaming of a life with lovely Layla.

While Bernice is trapped in a dangerous relationship, Layla seems perfectly content hopping from bed to bed. On Friday night, when their facades break down, will these long-time friends finally admit their love for one another?

And even if they do, how will married Bernice and swinging single Layla build a future together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005732608

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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Friday Night Lipstick

By Giselle Renarde

Chapter 1

Ooooh, get this one! Layla plucked a black tube from the display. Bold ruby red, no more of that beige stuff.

It’s not beige. Bernice rifled through her purse and pulled out the subdued shade she had on. "Rose Glow."

Layla closed her eyes and let out an exaggerated snore.

I’m not saying the red’s a bad colour. Bernice didn’t want Layla to feel personally rejected just because she didn’t like the lipstick. "But it’s a you colour, not a me colour. That’s all I’m saying."

"But it could be a you colour. When Layla glanced at the sticker on the bottom of the tube, a sneaky grin bled across her lips. You won’t believe what this shade is called: Friday Night."

Bernice rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop from smirking. Oh, so what?

Layla pressed the tube into Bernice’s palm. It’s a sign from the Club Gods, Bebe: you’re destined to come to Pansexy Friday with me. Come on, you said Rosanna’s out of town this weekend. Why not?

A chill ran down Bernice’s spine. That club’s so sleazy, Lay. I’m too old for it all.

You’re too old for fun? Layla set both hands on the hips of her polka-dot skirt. If you’re too old for short skirts and dancing and Friday Night lipstick, you’re too old for life.

Easy for you to say—you’ve got legs like Tina Turner. At this stage of life, short skirts only drew attention to my chunky thighs.

Say yes! Layla winked. Or I’ll drag you to T-Girl Thursday, too.

Bernice’s stomach lurched when two young girls at the makeup counter glanced up and then quickly away. She tried not to see the smirks, the bitten lips. She tried not to hear the stifled laughter and whispered words.

D’you think they’re trannies?

Maybe, yeah. The one in polka-dots for sure.

Yeah, for sure.

Bernice’s throat closed up. Those teens obviously had no idea there were human hearts behind her falsie breasts, no clue their words were daggers.

Oblivious, Layla prattled on, defending her beloved club. She obviously hadn’t heard the girls, not that she’d have been hurt. Layla was made of steel.

They’re not all creeps, you know. Layla had moved on to the eyeliners, testing them against the back of her hand. We get a lot of cute guys on Thursdays. You’d be surprised.

Guys aren’t exactly my cup of tea. Bernice pasted on a smile, despite the sting of being called out by those young women.

Fine. Layla raised an eyebrow and lowered her voice. More for me.

If only Bernice could be more like Layla: