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*The feeling of his finger inside didn’t me feel sick or wierd. It actually felt like it belonged there. I moaned as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of me. I felt him kiss the back of my neck and wrap his other arm over my chest. He took a nipple in between his fingers and rolled the hardened bud in his.
*I immediately turned to the chapter on anal sex and was engrossed in it when Heidi and Rob came downstairs after spending the good part of the afternoon fucking. They both reeked of sex. Heidi was just wearing one of my old, pre-hormone, shirts and a pair of low heels and Rob had his trousers in his hand and his shirt was open.
*Theo is a shy artist just trying to get by and helping the banks family. What happens when Mary Poppins visits the bank’s kids and turns his world upside down. And what of that handsome lamp lighter that catches his eye. Will mostly follow the plot line of Mary Poppins returns. Not finished. Language: English Words: 352 Chapters: 1/1 Comments.
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Ethan Mark Nestor-Darling (born:October 24, 1996 (1996-10-24) age 24),better known online as CrankGameplays, is an American video game commentator, vlogger, and was one of Markiplier’s video editors in the past. He is frequently featured on Mark’s channel, alongside Tyler Scheid (Apocalypto12), being their close friend and living near each other. Some other influencers he has collaborated.by Janet L. Stickney
<This story is archived on Crystal’s Story Site, but I’ve also asked permission to showcase it here as well, since it’s based on one of the images I have in the Modified Covers gallery. - Jenny>Comments and Disclaimers.
This story was inspired by the fine graphic artistry of Jenny North. Her grasp of the conflicts and impossible situations we sometimes find ourselves in, is without a doubt, some of the best I have seen, as she brings a refreshing and sometimes funny peek into our secret lives. Jenny’s site is worth a serious look. Laugh, cry, or snicker all you want, but please, check out all of her magnificent magazine covers, and see them for yourself.
This story inspired by her cover entitled ’Boy becomes Girl.’
Jenny’s site is tgfa.org, which is a link on Crystal Sprite’s site: Storysite.org
Thanks, Janet
The Prom Queen
As strange as it sounds, I was a Prom Queen. It’s really strange when you find out that I am not a girl. Let me explain.
My sister and I have always been very competitive, and being only ten months apart in age, we often find ourselves in the same classes at school. One of them was Physics. I do better in Math and Science than she does, while she is better in English and History. We’re about even in the rest. I was riding her about having what I thought was such a minor problem in Physics, while our mother was sitting right there with us. Claire, in a fit of anger, wanted to make a bet on who would get the better grade, and knowing a sure bet when I see one, I said I would bet six months of car payments against anything she wanted. It was unfortunate wording.
’Okay, if you get the better grade, then I make your car payments for six months, right?’
’Right.’
’I’ll take that bet--but if I get the better grade, you have to attend the Prom as a girl! And I mean the whole works, which means you’ll have to get your hair and nails done, a gown, and an escort of course.’
Like I said, the wording was unfortunate, and there was no wiggle room at all. The better grade wins the bet, period. No excuses, no alibis. In a fit of monumental greed, compounded by what I thought of as my superior male brain, and some stupidity, I agreed to the bet as stated. We both studied hard, but my scores were just better than hers, and I looked forward to having her make my car payment for me. Then I fell and broke my arm. As a result, I lost more than a few days of school, and had to wear a cast for a month. That’s how it happened. She started to get higher scores than I did, and at the semester final, she beat me by a full ten points!
Claire was smirking, telling me how lovely I was going to be at the Prom, but I appealed to a higher authority: Mom. In my defense, I cited the time I was out of school for a broken arm, and the loss of class work, all of which were out of my control. But Mom reminded me that she had heard the bet herself, and since no exceptions had been noted or allowed for--even an accident--she had no recourse but to rule in my sister’s favor! I was stunned, but we both knew that Mom was always fair with us, and I got that sinking feeling in my gut.
Because Claire and I are about the same height, Mom concluded that I could wear some of Claire’s clothes, but I would need to have panties and bras of my own, and possibly a few blouses. When I asked why, they both looked at me as if I fell off a truck!
’You can’t possibly believe that you can pull off going to the prom without any training, do you?’ Claire asked.
’What’s the big deal? Shave, pad a little and wear a dress. What’s so hard about that?’
My mother set me straight about what she expected and why. She then laid out in detail how she, not my sister, would turn me into a beautiful girl that had all the manners a lady would have. By the time she was done with her speech, I ready to move out rather than do what she told me, but of course I couldn’t. Finally, she told me that we would begin my transformation next Saturday morning.
Most of my buddies knew of the bet, and when they found out that I lost, I took a lot of ribbing about it...including who would be my escort to the prom. The biggest offender of all was Mike, so, right in front of everybody, I asked him to take me to the Prom. He wasn’t steady with anyone, and had no real way to say no, so after some playful kidding by the others, he agreed.
I didn’t look forward to Saturday morning, but I had no choice in the matter. All I could hope for was that I looked so bad that it made people sick when they looked at me, and Mom would relent. I should have known better.
Promptly after breakfast on Saturday, my sister was told to leave, despite her objections to the contrary. I was escorted to Mom’s bedroom and told to strip. When I got down to my briefs, Mom looked at me expectantly, but I refused to go any further. Accepting this last bit of defiance, Mom merely began to rub a cream all over me--including my butt--then told me to wait. It seemed to take forever, but eventually I was sent to the showers, and watched in horror as all of the hair on my body washed down the drain. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped myself in a towel and watched as Mom quickly began to fill the tub with warm water. As we waited, I noted that she had added some type of oil and bubble bath as the water started to foam and the scent filled the room. As I crept into the tub, I had to admit that it felt just wonderful as the oil soaked into my skin, easing the chemical reaction of the hair remover. Twenty minutes later, once again wrapped in a towel, Mom began to turn me into a girl. As I absently drew my hand across my smooth skin, I was beginning to have doubts about turning out ugly enough to scare people.
Mom handed me a pair of new panties, which I slipped on. Then she sat me at her vanity and began to brush out my hair, putting it in rollers as she went along, until my entire head was filled with pink, blue, or green rollers. She sprayed on some kind of setting lotion and slipped a plastic cap over my head. I thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but the way she acted it was like we did this every Saturday morning.
Mom then handed me a small bottle of makeup, which I accepted uncertainly. Giving me a supportive little smile, she explained that it was foundation, and would be the first step in my makeover. She never touched the makeup, because I did it all, but she guided me through every step. I used powder that made my face look smooth and soft, then added a light brown eyeshadow with plum over that, which she showed me how to blend with a small sponge. She then directed me to apply the black eyeliner, and the liquid flowed onto my eyelids easily. Under my eyes was harder until she had me dip the pencil in the baby oil. Using a small makeup sponge, I then added a soft coral blush to my cheeks, and finished by using a deep red pencil to outline my lips. As I added the lip liner, I took a moment to take in the whole picture. I still thought I looked ridiculous with my hair in the rollers, but the effect of the makeup on my face was quite striking...I really was starting to look like a girl.
Once Mom was satisfied, she handed me a waist nipper and waiting until I had all eleven hooks made before she tightened the laces a bit. The bra was one of the newer Pushemup styles, white with lace trim and fastened in the front. As I fumbled with the clasp, I could see that my own skin had filled almost all of the bra cups. I began to worry more when Mom added the small foam pads into the bra cups, and I saw a small cleavage form on my chest. Never in a million years did I think that I’d ever see it from this particular angle.
Next came an old padded pantybrief of my sisters, followed by pantyhose, a short slip, and the dress. Mom helped me get it over the curlers, then zipped it up, closing the material around me. My feet slid into the low heels, and Mom sat me back at the vanity. I watched as she removed the rollers and began to brush out my hair. With every stroke it only got better (or worse, depending on your point of view), and I knew I was sunk. By the time she told me she was finished, it was a done deal...I looked at least as good as my sister! The lipstick she handed me was red, just lighter than the lip liner, and as I drew it on my lips I wanted to run and hide.
It took Mom about half an hour to add the fake nails, file them down, and paint them red to match my lipstick. Since I have pierced ears, she handed me a pair of red and gold chandelier earrings, waiting until I had them on before she fastened the matching necklace around my neck. A pair of my sister’s rings, a thin gold bracelet, and finally, a dash of perfume. Then I got to look in the full-length mirror for the first time. The girl staring back couldn’t be me! She just couldn’t!
’Mike will be here to meet his date for the Prom in about ten minutes, so you can wait here and make a grand entrance, or you can wait in the familyroom.’ Mom announced.
’Mike is coming here?’ I cried.
’Yes,’ she calmly replied. ’I told Claire to tell him to come over. That way there won’t be any surprises, and he won’t have this vision of you as some kind of parody of a woman. You’re quite lovely--and you know that--but he deserves to meet his Prom date,’ she said simply. ’Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll call you when he gets here?’
What was there to say? She had arranged this, and nothing I could do would stop it. As I stood there staring at myself, I somehow understood that if I did this right it would be easier on everyone. Rather than becoming a parody as Mom cautioned against, I could try to walk, move, and act like the girl I looked like. If I managed to pull it off, maybe nobody would know. My mind raced as I considered the possibilities.
That’s when the doorbell rang.
I spun around in shock, and was treated to a wealth of new sensations. As I stumbled slightly in my new shoes, I felt my skirt fan out from my sudden movement and felt my dangling earrings tug gently at my earlobes. My soft hair swept against my cheek, and carried with it the scent of hairspray and perfume. As I unconsciously moved my hand to sweep my hair back, I caught sight of my sparkling bracelet and long painted nails. I felt nervous, excited and disoriented all at the same time.
As I struggled to contain my initial surprise, I forced myself to take several deep breaths, and felt the constriction of the bra around my chest and the taste of lipstick on my lips. Then, smiling sheepishly at my overreaction, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and saw the embarrassed-looking girl smile back at me. This was all going to take some getting used to.
I heard Mom walk to the front door, and waited expectantly for her to call me. We had not decided on a name, but I was sure that she would not call me by my male name, so I had to pay attention. I cracked the door open a bit so I could hear her.
’Catherine! Cathy, honey, come on down. Mike is here.’
Cathy. Not too bad, I guess. I stood up straight, all of my 5’6’ plus the heels, and stepped confidently out of the room. My heels were silent on the carpet, then became an unfamiliar clicking as I crossed the hardwood floor of the foyer. Finally, I stepped into the family room, a smile etched on my face. I was determined to put up a brave front, even though I was quivering inside.
Mike was on his feet instantly and I saw him smile, first at me, then at Mom. ’Okay, where is Chad? This can’t be Chad, although I would certainly like to know her better!’
’Mike, honey, this is--or rather was--Chad. Now she is Cathy, with a ’C.’ my mother stated proudly.
’No shi� Sorry! Y-you’re�Chad?’ Mike asked uncertainly.
I couldn’t help but smile at the question. Mike seemed more nervous than I was. ’Noooo, I’m Cathy. I’m your date to the Prom, remember?’
My mother smiled at that. Realizing the situation was in good hands, she said, ’I think I’ll just go iron some clothes or something and let you two talk a bit.’
As Mom left, Mike and I stood there facing each other, our shared sense of disbelief hanging heavy in the air...his disbelief that I had turned out this way, and also, my disbelief that I had.Another Shy Boi Breaks His Arm And Becomes A Spicy Boi Part 127
’Maybe you and I could go have a soda at the Burger Bin,’ Mike suggested finally.
’I don’t know, Mike. A lot of the guys will be there. What if someone recognizes me?’
He shook his head and smiled for the first time since I entered the room. ’Are you kidding? I’ve known you since we started school together and I didn’t recognize you...what makes you think they will? Besides, if you’re going to be my date for the Prom, shouldn’t we be seen together?’
He had a point. All I had to do was agree. Just then, Mom walked in and handed me a purse, telling me that she had put my wallet inside, along with my lipstick and a few other necessities.
Mike went to the door and held it open, waiting as I gathered the nerve to actually leave the house like this. But if I was going to the Prom this way, I might as well get used to it I thought. I stepped outside, and that’s when it happened.
Nothing.
Nobody even looked at me, and there were a lot of people out that day. Our neighbor was mowing the lawn, kids were playing, cars drove past, and everybody went about with their lives without paying me any mind whatsoever. It was actually kind of exhilarating. As Mike stepped outside, I decided to have a little fun with him, so I took his arm and batted my eyelashes at him playfully. He stiffened in surprise, but then apparently decided not to let me get the best of him as he soon loosened up and escorted me to the car.
I sat next to him on the ride to the Burger Bin, and his only comment the entire time was, ’You have really great legs, Cathy.’ I didn’t know what to say, so I sat there quietly. To my very great surprise, he took my hand as we walked in, then he paid for my soda and walked me to the table. I saw at least four guys that knew me, and even more girls. As we walked by, I saw the guys staring at my legs while the girls ignored me. That at least meant that I had passed the initial test, but I knew there were more coming.
I simply sat next to Mike, hoping we could pull this off. As I anxiously sipped on my drink, Mike slipped his hand over mine and gave me a squeeze. He was making me very nervous, then I saw why he squeezed my hand. Bill and his buddies had walked in. Bill is on the outside of things, and always has been. Tall, rugged, and very tough, he always traveled with his flunkies Fred and Ned. Those two could only gain strength by hanging around with Bill. Fred and Ned were no threat to most guys, but Bill was very dangerous.
They sat at a table across from ours, and leered at me, their eyes wandering over my legs and my boobs. Following some of the advice my mother had given me, I crossed my feet at the ankles and held my knees together tightly. I knew better than to encourage them by looking back, but their constant stares were making me very uncomfortable. I forced myself to try to ignore them.
Mike leaned over and whispered in my ear, telling me to just relax, and stay in character. As if I could do anything else!
Bill was making kissy faces at me, but when I ignored him he finally quit. When Mike and I finished, we dumped our trash then headed for the door. I went out first, followed by Mike, who held the door for me.
We almost made it to his car when Ned grabbed him while Fred made a lunge for me. I spun around and saw a fleeting glimpse of Bill watching. Mike popped Ned in the mouth, which distracted Fred, so I raised my arm, bent at the elbow, and smacked Fred right in the nose with my elbow. I heard the bone break, then saw the gush of blood as he staggered back. Ned spit out a tooth and ran at Mike, enraged beyond reason. This was exactly the wrong thing to do, because Mike popped him again, right in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. I jumped the car with Mike, and he drove off leaving them laying in the parking lot.
’Are you okay?’ he asked, concerned.
’Sure,’ I responded, brushing the hair out of my face. ’I only look like a girl, remember?’
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I blushed at the compliment. ’Thanks, Mike.’
He gave me an embarrassed little grin. It was kind of cute to see him so flustered. ’Hey,’ he said, changing the subject, ’let’s go out tonight. The show maybe. If you’re going to be my date for the Prom, we should be seen together more often.’
He managed to catch me off guard. A date? A real live date? What would Mom say? Or worse, my sister?
’I’ll say okay for now,’ I responded coyly, ’but call me later to confirm it.’
He drove me home and pulled into the driveway. There was a brief awkward moment as I moved to get out of the car, and Mike looked at me like he was going to say something and then changed his mind. I looked at him strangely until I realized that for a moment he must have thought of me as a girl, and had instinctively moved to play out the traditional boy/girl goodbye ritual.
’If you’re waiting for a goodbye kiss, you can forget it,’ I said playfully.
He gave me a half-cocked smile. ’Wha
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*The feeling of his finger inside didn’t me feel sick or wierd. It actually felt like it belonged there. I moaned as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of me. I felt him kiss the back of my neck and wrap his other arm over my chest. He took a nipple in between his fingers and rolled the hardened bud in his.
*I immediately turned to the chapter on anal sex and was engrossed in it when Heidi and Rob came downstairs after spending the good part of the afternoon fucking. They both reeked of sex. Heidi was just wearing one of my old, pre-hormone, shirts and a pair of low heels and Rob had his trousers in his hand and his shirt was open.
*Theo is a shy artist just trying to get by and helping the banks family. What happens when Mary Poppins visits the bank’s kids and turns his world upside down. And what of that handsome lamp lighter that catches his eye. Will mostly follow the plot line of Mary Poppins returns. Not finished. Language: English Words: 352 Chapters: 1/1 Comments.
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Ethan Mark Nestor-Darling (born:October 24, 1996 (1996-10-24) age 24),better known online as CrankGameplays, is an American video game commentator, vlogger, and was one of Markiplier’s video editors in the past. He is frequently featured on Mark’s channel, alongside Tyler Scheid (Apocalypto12), being their close friend and living near each other. Some other influencers he has collaborated.by Janet L. Stickney
<This story is archived on Crystal’s Story Site, but I’ve also asked permission to showcase it here as well, since it’s based on one of the images I have in the Modified Covers gallery. - Jenny>Comments and Disclaimers.
This story was inspired by the fine graphic artistry of Jenny North. Her grasp of the conflicts and impossible situations we sometimes find ourselves in, is without a doubt, some of the best I have seen, as she brings a refreshing and sometimes funny peek into our secret lives. Jenny’s site is worth a serious look. Laugh, cry, or snicker all you want, but please, check out all of her magnificent magazine covers, and see them for yourself.
This story inspired by her cover entitled ’Boy becomes Girl.’
Jenny’s site is tgfa.org, which is a link on Crystal Sprite’s site: Storysite.org
Thanks, Janet
The Prom Queen
As strange as it sounds, I was a Prom Queen. It’s really strange when you find out that I am not a girl. Let me explain.
My sister and I have always been very competitive, and being only ten months apart in age, we often find ourselves in the same classes at school. One of them was Physics. I do better in Math and Science than she does, while she is better in English and History. We’re about even in the rest. I was riding her about having what I thought was such a minor problem in Physics, while our mother was sitting right there with us. Claire, in a fit of anger, wanted to make a bet on who would get the better grade, and knowing a sure bet when I see one, I said I would bet six months of car payments against anything she wanted. It was unfortunate wording.
’Okay, if you get the better grade, then I make your car payments for six months, right?’
’Right.’
’I’ll take that bet--but if I get the better grade, you have to attend the Prom as a girl! And I mean the whole works, which means you’ll have to get your hair and nails done, a gown, and an escort of course.’
Like I said, the wording was unfortunate, and there was no wiggle room at all. The better grade wins the bet, period. No excuses, no alibis. In a fit of monumental greed, compounded by what I thought of as my superior male brain, and some stupidity, I agreed to the bet as stated. We both studied hard, but my scores were just better than hers, and I looked forward to having her make my car payment for me. Then I fell and broke my arm. As a result, I lost more than a few days of school, and had to wear a cast for a month. That’s how it happened. She started to get higher scores than I did, and at the semester final, she beat me by a full ten points!
Claire was smirking, telling me how lovely I was going to be at the Prom, but I appealed to a higher authority: Mom. In my defense, I cited the time I was out of school for a broken arm, and the loss of class work, all of which were out of my control. But Mom reminded me that she had heard the bet herself, and since no exceptions had been noted or allowed for--even an accident--she had no recourse but to rule in my sister’s favor! I was stunned, but we both knew that Mom was always fair with us, and I got that sinking feeling in my gut.
Because Claire and I are about the same height, Mom concluded that I could wear some of Claire’s clothes, but I would need to have panties and bras of my own, and possibly a few blouses. When I asked why, they both looked at me as if I fell off a truck!
’You can’t possibly believe that you can pull off going to the prom without any training, do you?’ Claire asked.
’What’s the big deal? Shave, pad a little and wear a dress. What’s so hard about that?’
My mother set me straight about what she expected and why. She then laid out in detail how she, not my sister, would turn me into a beautiful girl that had all the manners a lady would have. By the time she was done with her speech, I ready to move out rather than do what she told me, but of course I couldn’t. Finally, she told me that we would begin my transformation next Saturday morning.
Most of my buddies knew of the bet, and when they found out that I lost, I took a lot of ribbing about it...including who would be my escort to the prom. The biggest offender of all was Mike, so, right in front of everybody, I asked him to take me to the Prom. He wasn’t steady with anyone, and had no real way to say no, so after some playful kidding by the others, he agreed.
I didn’t look forward to Saturday morning, but I had no choice in the matter. All I could hope for was that I looked so bad that it made people sick when they looked at me, and Mom would relent. I should have known better.
Promptly after breakfast on Saturday, my sister was told to leave, despite her objections to the contrary. I was escorted to Mom’s bedroom and told to strip. When I got down to my briefs, Mom looked at me expectantly, but I refused to go any further. Accepting this last bit of defiance, Mom merely began to rub a cream all over me--including my butt--then told me to wait. It seemed to take forever, but eventually I was sent to the showers, and watched in horror as all of the hair on my body washed down the drain. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped myself in a towel and watched as Mom quickly began to fill the tub with warm water. As we waited, I noted that she had added some type of oil and bubble bath as the water started to foam and the scent filled the room. As I crept into the tub, I had to admit that it felt just wonderful as the oil soaked into my skin, easing the chemical reaction of the hair remover. Twenty minutes later, once again wrapped in a towel, Mom began to turn me into a girl. As I absently drew my hand across my smooth skin, I was beginning to have doubts about turning out ugly enough to scare people.
Mom handed me a pair of new panties, which I slipped on. Then she sat me at her vanity and began to brush out my hair, putting it in rollers as she went along, until my entire head was filled with pink, blue, or green rollers. She sprayed on some kind of setting lotion and slipped a plastic cap over my head. I thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but the way she acted it was like we did this every Saturday morning.
Mom then handed me a small bottle of makeup, which I accepted uncertainly. Giving me a supportive little smile, she explained that it was foundation, and would be the first step in my makeover. She never touched the makeup, because I did it all, but she guided me through every step. I used powder that made my face look smooth and soft, then added a light brown eyeshadow with plum over that, which she showed me how to blend with a small sponge. She then directed me to apply the black eyeliner, and the liquid flowed onto my eyelids easily. Under my eyes was harder until she had me dip the pencil in the baby oil. Using a small makeup sponge, I then added a soft coral blush to my cheeks, and finished by using a deep red pencil to outline my lips. As I added the lip liner, I took a moment to take in the whole picture. I still thought I looked ridiculous with my hair in the rollers, but the effect of the makeup on my face was quite striking...I really was starting to look like a girl.
Once Mom was satisfied, she handed me a waist nipper and waiting until I had all eleven hooks made before she tightened the laces a bit. The bra was one of the newer Pushemup styles, white with lace trim and fastened in the front. As I fumbled with the clasp, I could see that my own skin had filled almost all of the bra cups. I began to worry more when Mom added the small foam pads into the bra cups, and I saw a small cleavage form on my chest. Never in a million years did I think that I’d ever see it from this particular angle.
Next came an old padded pantybrief of my sisters, followed by pantyhose, a short slip, and the dress. Mom helped me get it over the curlers, then zipped it up, closing the material around me. My feet slid into the low heels, and Mom sat me back at the vanity. I watched as she removed the rollers and began to brush out my hair. With every stroke it only got better (or worse, depending on your point of view), and I knew I was sunk. By the time she told me she was finished, it was a done deal...I looked at least as good as my sister! The lipstick she handed me was red, just lighter than the lip liner, and as I drew it on my lips I wanted to run and hide.
It took Mom about half an hour to add the fake nails, file them down, and paint them red to match my lipstick. Since I have pierced ears, she handed me a pair of red and gold chandelier earrings, waiting until I had them on before she fastened the matching necklace around my neck. A pair of my sister’s rings, a thin gold bracelet, and finally, a dash of perfume. Then I got to look in the full-length mirror for the first time. The girl staring back couldn’t be me! She just couldn’t!
’Mike will be here to meet his date for the Prom in about ten minutes, so you can wait here and make a grand entrance, or you can wait in the familyroom.’ Mom announced.
’Mike is coming here?’ I cried.
’Yes,’ she calmly replied. ’I told Claire to tell him to come over. That way there won’t be any surprises, and he won’t have this vision of you as some kind of parody of a woman. You’re quite lovely--and you know that--but he deserves to meet his Prom date,’ she said simply. ’Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll call you when he gets here?’
What was there to say? She had arranged this, and nothing I could do would stop it. As I stood there staring at myself, I somehow understood that if I did this right it would be easier on everyone. Rather than becoming a parody as Mom cautioned against, I could try to walk, move, and act like the girl I looked like. If I managed to pull it off, maybe nobody would know. My mind raced as I considered the possibilities.
That’s when the doorbell rang.
I spun around in shock, and was treated to a wealth of new sensations. As I stumbled slightly in my new shoes, I felt my skirt fan out from my sudden movement and felt my dangling earrings tug gently at my earlobes. My soft hair swept against my cheek, and carried with it the scent of hairspray and perfume. As I unconsciously moved my hand to sweep my hair back, I caught sight of my sparkling bracelet and long painted nails. I felt nervous, excited and disoriented all at the same time.
As I struggled to contain my initial surprise, I forced myself to take several deep breaths, and felt the constriction of the bra around my chest and the taste of lipstick on my lips. Then, smiling sheepishly at my overreaction, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and saw the embarrassed-looking girl smile back at me. This was all going to take some getting used to.
I heard Mom walk to the front door, and waited expectantly for her to call me. We had not decided on a name, but I was sure that she would not call me by my male name, so I had to pay attention. I cracked the door open a bit so I could hear her.
’Catherine! Cathy, honey, come on down. Mike is here.’
Cathy. Not too bad, I guess. I stood up straight, all of my 5’6’ plus the heels, and stepped confidently out of the room. My heels were silent on the carpet, then became an unfamiliar clicking as I crossed the hardwood floor of the foyer. Finally, I stepped into the family room, a smile etched on my face. I was determined to put up a brave front, even though I was quivering inside.
Mike was on his feet instantly and I saw him smile, first at me, then at Mom. ’Okay, where is Chad? This can’t be Chad, although I would certainly like to know her better!’
’Mike, honey, this is--or rather was--Chad. Now she is Cathy, with a ’C.’ my mother stated proudly.
’No shi� Sorry! Y-you’re�Chad?’ Mike asked uncertainly.
I couldn’t help but smile at the question. Mike seemed more nervous than I was. ’Noooo, I’m Cathy. I’m your date to the Prom, remember?’
My mother smiled at that. Realizing the situation was in good hands, she said, ’I think I’ll just go iron some clothes or something and let you two talk a bit.’
As Mom left, Mike and I stood there facing each other, our shared sense of disbelief hanging heavy in the air...his disbelief that I had turned out this way, and also, my disbelief that I had.Another Shy Boi Breaks His Arm And Becomes A Spicy Boi Part 127
’Maybe you and I could go have a soda at the Burger Bin,’ Mike suggested finally.
’I don’t know, Mike. A lot of the guys will be there. What if someone recognizes me?’
He shook his head and smiled for the first time since I entered the room. ’Are you kidding? I’ve known you since we started school together and I didn’t recognize you...what makes you think they will? Besides, if you’re going to be my date for the Prom, shouldn’t we be seen together?’
He had a point. All I had to do was agree. Just then, Mom walked in and handed me a purse, telling me that she had put my wallet inside, along with my lipstick and a few other necessities.
Mike went to the door and held it open, waiting as I gathered the nerve to actually leave the house like this. But if I was going to the Prom this way, I might as well get used to it I thought. I stepped outside, and that’s when it happened.
Nothing.
Nobody even looked at me, and there were a lot of people out that day. Our neighbor was mowing the lawn, kids were playing, cars drove past, and everybody went about with their lives without paying me any mind whatsoever. It was actually kind of exhilarating. As Mike stepped outside, I decided to have a little fun with him, so I took his arm and batted my eyelashes at him playfully. He stiffened in surprise, but then apparently decided not to let me get the best of him as he soon loosened up and escorted me to the car.
I sat next to him on the ride to the Burger Bin, and his only comment the entire time was, ’You have really great legs, Cathy.’ I didn’t know what to say, so I sat there quietly. To my very great surprise, he took my hand as we walked in, then he paid for my soda and walked me to the table. I saw at least four guys that knew me, and even more girls. As we walked by, I saw the guys staring at my legs while the girls ignored me. That at least meant that I had passed the initial test, but I knew there were more coming.
I simply sat next to Mike, hoping we could pull this off. As I anxiously sipped on my drink, Mike slipped his hand over mine and gave me a squeeze. He was making me very nervous, then I saw why he squeezed my hand. Bill and his buddies had walked in. Bill is on the outside of things, and always has been. Tall, rugged, and very tough, he always traveled with his flunkies Fred and Ned. Those two could only gain strength by hanging around with Bill. Fred and Ned were no threat to most guys, but Bill was very dangerous.
They sat at a table across from ours, and leered at me, their eyes wandering over my legs and my boobs. Following some of the advice my mother had given me, I crossed my feet at the ankles and held my knees together tightly. I knew better than to encourage them by looking back, but their constant stares were making me very uncomfortable. I forced myself to try to ignore them.
Mike leaned over and whispered in my ear, telling me to just relax, and stay in character. As if I could do anything else!
Bill was making kissy faces at me, but when I ignored him he finally quit. When Mike and I finished, we dumped our trash then headed for the door. I went out first, followed by Mike, who held the door for me.
We almost made it to his car when Ned grabbed him while Fred made a lunge for me. I spun around and saw a fleeting glimpse of Bill watching. Mike popped Ned in the mouth, which distracted Fred, so I raised my arm, bent at the elbow, and smacked Fred right in the nose with my elbow. I heard the bone break, then saw the gush of blood as he staggered back. Ned spit out a tooth and ran at Mike, enraged beyond reason. This was exactly the wrong thing to do, because Mike popped him again, right in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. I jumped the car with Mike, and he drove off leaving them laying in the parking lot.
’Are you okay?’ he asked, concerned.
’Sure,’ I responded, brushing the hair out of my face. ’I only look like a girl, remember?’
’Yeah I know, but a damned nice looking one. I just forgot, I guess.’Another Shy Boi Breaks His Arm And Becomes A Spicy Boi Part 17
I blushed at the compliment. ’Thanks, Mike.’
He gave me an embarrassed little grin. It was kind of cute to see him so flustered. ’Hey,’ he said, changing the subject, ’let’s go out tonight. The show maybe. If you’re going to be my date for the Prom, we should be seen together more often.’
He managed to catch me off guard. A date? A real live date? What would Mom say? Or worse, my sister?
’I’ll say okay for now,’ I responded coyly, ’but call me later to confirm it.’
He drove me home and pulled into the driveway. There was a brief awkward moment as I moved to get out of the car, and Mike looked at me like he was going to say something and then changed his mind. I looked at him strangely until I realized that for a moment he must have thought of me as a girl, and had instinctively moved to play out the traditional boy/girl goodbye ritual.
’If you’re waiting for a goodbye kiss, you can forget it,’ I said playfully.
He gave me a half-cocked smile. ’Wha
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