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That Summer by K
Part 1
I lifted my mothers rucksack into the back of my parents pick up
truck, kissed her goodbye and waved as the truck headed off taking her to
South America to help by father with his archaeological dig studying the
megaliths of Easter Island. She would be gone for 4 weeks and although at
fifteen I was old enough to say behind and not travel with her for the first
time, it had been made quite clear to me that my nineteen-year-old sister
Beverly was definitely in charge. What she hadn't reckoned with was that as
soon as the pick up left our driveway Carl, Beverly's boyfriend pulled in to
the driveway in his beat up van " Hello short stuff " he said as he ruffed my
hair. Beverly came out carrying her own rucksack, she had already cleared it
with me that for the next month she would be touring with the band Carl and
two of their friends had go together. She had toured the previous year with
the band when I was with my parents in China on that years dig even though
they had expressly forbid it. I had found out from my friend Mark who had
seen them playing at a holiday park he and his family had gone to. I hadn't
exactly blackmailed my sister during the previous year but my parents did
notice that she had been volunteering with the chores more often, which lead
them to believe she had grown more mature. So when the subject of the
arrangements for this years summer came up they were happy to leave her in
charge and I was able to arrange very favourable terms with Beverly whilst
feigning distress at being left alone.
" Chris I hope I can trust you as we agreed here's all the money mum
left us remember this is our secret, don't burn the house down " at that she
jumped into the van and waved to me until she was out of sight.
Machiavilli couldn't have do better I had the house to myself for the
next for weeks, my sister in my debt and more than enough money for my
own little plans. I walked back to the house and forced my self to sit and
watch television I had convinced my self someone would return having
forgotten something or to tell me plans had changed and they would not be
away for the summer. After three hours of nervous tension pacing about the
house with an excited hollow feeling in my stomach. Beverly rang to tell me
they had arrived at the coast at the club they would be playing at for the next
week and to check every thing was OK with me. I rang the airport and
confirmed my mother's flight had left on time. At last I felt calm enough to
begin I picked up the phone again and with my most pleasant voice arranged
an appointment at the beauty parlour for first thing the next day, I'm sure my
voice was shaking almost as much as my hands. By now it was early
evening I decided to start my preparations. Over the past few months I had
been secretly concealing small items that belong to my mother and sister.
Now I arranged them on my dresser, pairs of stocking for the laundry
basket, almost finished cosmetics from the bathroom small things which
would not be missed and stored them in my hiding place under the floor
boards in my bedroom. I undressed and examined myself in the mirror l was
quite short even for my age whilst my friends at school were rocketing up I
was only about five foot three, about average weight but I didn't look stocky
compared to other short boys. I had let my mousy brown hair grow long so
that it just reached my shoulders I suppose I did look slightly girlish not
unlike some of the members of popular boy bands. I had a small tuft of
downy hair on my chin and upper lip also under my arms so I applied some
depilatory cream l had acquired and rubbed it into my skin and stepped into
the shower letting the hot water flood over my body. All night I had hardly
slept I was so excited. For the next few weeks I was going to be "Christine".
I woke the next day a full hour before I had set the alarm clock and
for a short while just lay there with a beaming smile on my face rising I
showered again and wrapped myself in a big fluffy robe and had some
breakfast. Then I entered the sanctuary of my sisters room not that this was
the first time I had reconnoitered the room many times and tried on almost
every piece of clothing my sister owned. But this time I was considering
what to wear to go out and function in the world as a woman. Firstly I
opened her underwear draw and selected a pair of white satin panties stepped
into them and slipped them over my smooth hairless legs taking care to tuck
my manhood between my legs. Then with some difficulty l put on a
matching wonder bra and surveyed myself in the mirror pretty cute. My
sisters not particularly well endowed and so the bra fit me well pushing up
some of my cubby chest to give a slight cleavage. Moving over to her
dressing table I was pleased to see she had left lots of her cosmetics behind
my skin is good so l only applied a light dusting of powder to my face pink
glossy lipstick and some discrete mascara on my eyes. Then dressed in a pair
of black stretch hipster jeans and a short length white lace blouse, which
showed my bare midriff as well my white bra underneath. What I needed
now was some shoes these I would borrow from my mother as hers were a
much better fit I decided on a pair of strappy black wedge shoes which went
well with my jeans, also a single breasted velour coat and a slim silver watch.
Suddenly I realised the time I had to rush if I was to make the appointment at
the beauty parlour. I grabbed a spare handbag filled it with a few items I
might need had one final check in the mirror and rushed out hurrying down
the street in such a frenzy that It wasn't until I reached the main road the
enormity of what I was doing hit me and I began to panic. An old man was
walking slowly up towards me my mind was rushing and every thing around
me seemed to be going in slow motion. What was I doing I could be arrested
perhaps I had fooled myself and I looked like a clown I began to have a panic
attack. The old man stopped and put his hand on my arm.
"Are you all right miss you look very flushed do you need to sit
down" I regained my composure and smiled at him and told him I was OK
that I was just in a rush. He smiled back and told me to take care. It was his
smile that reassured me the most it was so warm and caring that it boosted
my confidence. Walking along I began to lift my head and look people in the
eye and smile almost every time the other person smiled back with my nerves
reducing I began to concentrate more on my deportment. Taking smaller
steps keeping my head up and not slouching. I had hoped that an early
morning appointment would mean the beauty parlour would be quiet however
when I arrived it seemed full I gave my name to the receptionist and was
offered a seat taking care to sit demurely with my legs crossed at the ankle I
inspected the beauty parlour a place I had often dreamed of entering as I made
my way home from school. It was decorated in style: soft deep carpet, dainty
wallpaper, and luxurious furnishings. Quite a step up from the local barber I
had previously frequented. Soft music played in the background. Several
customers lounged about while they were preened and made over. A young
lady who introduced herself as Sally escorted me to a chair in front of a
mirror. I told Sally I had a very important interview for a job in the city and
that I wanted the full works a manicure a facial, stylish hair a more glamorous
image. Sally suggested a new hair color and showed me a picture of a model
with blond hair and a very sculptured layered hair cut that would be perfect
for my facial structure and easy to manage. I gushed that I couldn't possibly
carry off such a dramatic look but Sally was so forceful insisting that this
look would get me the job and the man that I agreed. "Christine," she began
"It's delightful to have an attractive young woman in here for once with the
balls to go for something different I blushed little did she know what she was
saying. And muttered an embarrassed thank you. Not only was I easily
passing as a girl I was passing as a pretty one. "Are you ready to begin?" I
managed another pleasant smile. "O.K. My hair was washed and put in
layers of foil with the chemical which would make me blond. my skin was
treated to a variety of ointments and creams. A manicurist fitted extensions,
filed, sanded, and painted my fingernails. My face was painted, brows
plucked. Finally, everything was complete I looked mirror. I looked chic and
feminine instead of a fifteen-year-old boy I looked an attractive woman in her
twenties. Sally put her head on my shoulder and I looked at her in the mirror
" Forget the city " she said, " you should take up modeling".
Part 2
As I left the parlor my whole sprit was lifted, now to have some fun,
time to go shopping. It sounds stupid now but when the assistant at the first
department asked me what size I was I had no idea I had only worn my
mothers or sisters clothes and I had never bothered to check the sizes. Being
small their clothes tended to be big on me. Honesty being the best policy I
told her I didn't know that it was ages since I had last bought anything (I
didn't reveal that the last item I had bought was a football shirt). With the
efficiency of a professional who spotted a sales woman's dream the assistant
produced a tape measure from no where and proceeded to take my
measurements. After about an hour of trying on clothes I decided on elegant
sleeveless black dress, a blue fitted jacket collerless with a matching skirt,
and a whole collection of underwear, blouses, tights and stockings. The
department store had been quite conservative so when I left there I headed for
an area of town that had the more trendy clothes shops. With all the
excitement of shopping for Christine for the first time I went a little mad and
spent far more than I had planned especially at the last shop I visited. It was
all chrome and glass very minimalist with staff who looked like they had
come from the pages Vogue. It was foolish I had already spent far more than
I could afford but I fell in love with a short leather mini skirt which would
look fantastic with some boots and patterned tights I had bought earlier. One
of the girls came across and asked if everything was OK. I explained that I
wanted the skirt but that it was terribly expensive. " Try it on " she said, I
explained I'd like to see it with the tights and boots " No problem you can
take as long as you like " to my surprise the assistant followed me to the
changing room and started to help me dress. She was very chatty and quite
forward opening each one of my bags while I changed commenting on each
of my purchases even asking if she could try on the black dress I had bought
earlier not waiting for an answer proceeded to start changing in the same
cubical. She introduced herself as Wendy and started gossiping about
working at the shop and her boyfriend as if we were old friends. Dressed we
went out it to the shop to scrutinize our appearances, Wendy stood back "
Girl you look foxy " I looked in the mirror and struck a pose I did look hot.
The other assistants came round and flustered over me. If it was a sales ploy
it certainly worked at that moment I would have given all the money I had for
the dress. " This dress and me, its fate I'll take it " I said " Wait wait! Before
you change " Wendy ran off behind the counter and produced a Polaroid
camera and took a picture of me. Then handed the camera to one of the
assistants " Take one of both of us ". Another four pictures of various
combinations of assistants and me took place, with lots of laughing and
hugging taking place this seemed like a great place to work. We then changed
back and I prepared to pay for the mini skirt " I have an idea " said Wendy "I
know your worried about the cost, take the skirt on approval and if your free
tomorrow about lunchtime come in and I might have an proposal for you ".
" Wont you get it to trouble with the boss and how can you be sure
you can trust me to come back " " Firstly if you hadn't noticed I'm still
wearing your dress which I seriously like and secondly I am the boss! ". We
shuck hands on it with a grin.
Hours of shopping in heels was starting to take its toll on my legs and
so I Treated myself to a taxi home, as I walked up to my door and realized in
my rush to leave that morning I had forgotten my keys. What could I do I
checked to see if I had Left a window open but no luck. I knew the neighbors
had a spare key for emergencies but I could hardly ask them for it dressed as
I was. I had to be cool, I had to stop acting like a boy. I was living this
summer as a woman, an adult, on my own. What would my mother do? Get
the yellow pages call out a locksmith. There was a phone in the local petrol
station. At first the locksmith said it would be four hours before he could
reach me but when I put on my sexiest voice and told him I was a girl all
alone and scared and pleaded with him to help a damsel in distress. He said
he would put back his other calls and be with me in twenty minutes I was
certainly learning there are a lot of advantages to being a girl.
I almost cheered when I saw the van approaching the house. Dave as
he later introduced himself was tall and thin. Wearing jeans and a scruffy tee
shirt he waved hello with a impish smile as he opened the vans side door an
took out a leather utility belt crammed with numerous tools. " Simple lock out
is " he asked " If you could just show me some ID I'll have you opened up in
a second, a driving license or anything official to prove you live here ". Once
again I hadn't planned ahead Dave suggested I must have something in my
handbag as I looked panicking I dropped the hand bag (I'd only been blond
for about seven hours but I must have looked the dizziest of dizzy blondes)
Looking at the mess on the floor I froze, the only idea in my mind to run.
Dave stooped down and scooped the contents back into the bag whilst
selecting an official looking card of some sort. " Sandra Brown a member of
the local university's archaeological association ". He read " Looks and
intelligence this could be my lucky day " he winked. His lucky day! That, as
I later discovered was the only piece of ID in my mother's bag with out a
photo. While I finished tiding the bag Dave moved over to the door removed
a metal card and quicker than I can with a key opened the door and let himself
in " white with sugar my coffee ". He said, as he disappeared heading
towards the kitchen, by the time I arrived he had made himself comfortable. "
What about your other jobs " I asked. " Minimum call out fees for half a
hour, you've still got time to have you wicked way with me if you want ". As
I made the coffee Dave flirted with me outrageously. He sipped the coffee
holding it with two hands staring at me over the top of the cup, more than
once I caught him ogling me when he though I wasn't looking. I was having
fun but I was tired and didn't want thing getting out of hand. He was starting
to try his luck complementing me on my perfume and leaning over me to
smell it. He had just taken hold of my hand to look at the ring I was wearing
when his mobile phone rang. It was his boss and it sounded as if he was
being told off. Dave's manner had certainly become a lot more sheepish. "
I've got to go " He said " But I'll be around tomorrow to drop off the bill". I
showed him out, I was sure he could have billed me there and then, he just
wanted a reason to come back. I put the chain on the door with renewed
vigour one thing I need was an unofficial visit from Dave! After showering I
feel into bed naked and despite aching feet and a racing mind reliving the
adventures of my first day I feel into a deep deep sleep.
to be continued:
Vicky
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