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Emerald Passing: SHAMrock Stand-In III
By Dee Eon
I smirked at the spiffily suited grinning boy slipping into the empty
airline seat meant for Sean next to coyly smiling Sheila up in first class.
Fuck!
Peering up the aisle from coach class, Robert and Andrew noticed too and
we exchanged glances, but that's all we were ever going to admit in our silent
wistfulness toward our Irish dance company buddy's transformed belle. And
transformed was the operative word because it was so complete that we all looked
upon our diva Sheila O'Riley for the Irish Dance Competition in Dublin with awe
and enchantment apart from her true incarnation, but unlike their hopeless
wistfulness I'd frustration too because I knew Sheila's inner truth beyond the
troupe's kept secret about her.
A lissome twelve-and-a-half looker with fluffy auburn tresses, Sheila
graced a mint green chiffon knit mini-dress whose lacy hem halfway covered ice
lime-filmed thighs above primly huddled well-rounded knees, slender calves and
sleek well-turned ankles planted in emerald patent leather pumps. Some differ,
but to me, Sheila faintly resembled what actress Jennifer Connelly would've
looked like around the same age. Whatever, having comely delicate facial
features cursed and irked Sean O'Connor to no end, yet right now he was being
titillated by it to no end, though it was only through his pretty psychic proxy
that you could that.
The boy made a joke and she giggled and I smirked.
Aw, nothin's happenin' up there. She's just basking his bullshit flattery.
Too bad the dude hasn't a clue what she really...
They blurted out laughing and my goat snapped and got up and trespassed
classes.
"Er, can I speak with my cousin a moment?" I said to his snobby frown,
which grudgingly shrugged.
"Cousin?" he said, first glancing her coy nod for confirmation.
"With my guest troupe," Sheila sighed like a haughty rich matron gesturing
back the tourist section and I stifled a smirk.
"Oh, well, sure.." he said, rising with grudging politeness, but not
before throwing her a wink as I slid into his warm seat.
"Really enjoying this fancy first class shit, aren't you?" I said to her
sly coral-glossed smile. "Just because the Irish tourist bureau thinks you're
some hot shit model."
"I am."
I smirked. "Yea, till they throw you in some nice tight swimsuit!"
"Not yet..., but I've modeled underwear."
I blinked aback at her smug look. "Girl's underwear? Mean, panties too?
Naw."
"Like to see the catalog?"
"Sure would--!" I blurted before nipping my tongue, "I mean--to check out
how you--you, er, fooled them that good."
"Wasn't that hard," she said, patting a histrionics yawn.
"Yea," I wryly said, "You just love turning guys on, don't you?"
"Why, whatever do you mean??" she drawled like a coy southern belle,
drawing up and clasping her silken calf to cutely perch her chin on her knee.
"I mean the way you're teasing everything in pants here."
"Moi??"
"Yea, you!"
"Jealous?"
I snorted. "Me? Crazy! I know what you really are, remember?"
"Didn't stop you in the park, macho man!" she slyly quipped, cutely
batting those lush feathery lashes.
I gnashed my lip at that soft porn scene. "That happened because--because,
first, I was so--so excited that I forgot about you, and second, you're really a
babe anyway, no matter what's 'neath that skirt!"
"Oh? I think Sean would beg to differ."
"Sean doesn't count squat!" I boldly asserted to her wince of surprise.
"No real guy would even dream of messing around other guys like you do! Besides,
you act too perfectly like a girl and Sean's always been way too pretty for a
guy, so I think you were always supposed to be a girl, but your bod just forgot
to grow that way! I always believed that way, ever since I met Sean!"
Sheila stared at me with shades of Sean's glower then haughtily simpered.
"Good thing you're just a stupid dream; the real Kevin doesn't think that way!
You're just sore that I won't cuddle up with you anymore!"
"Just with some other jock, right?" I parried.
"I'm not going to cuddle up with my brother."
"Stop that! I'm not your freakin' brother!"
"I can't help it! I just feel like that about you now!"
"Huh! You weren't like that before--not before Biff!"
"That's because Biff did--er, showed me things you don't know," she
demurely said to my wincing slight.
"Sure, why not?" I coolly retorted. "Smuck's a high school jock. He knows
all kinds of shit off his cheerleader babes! You're lucky he didn't get to move
on you that far! But you were about to let him, not like me!"
Sheila felt quiet if in tacit contrition and gratitude then soberly
murmured, "What is it, Kevin? Do you want in my panties that bad?"
I blushed. "Look, Sheila, I got a crush on you, okay? I really shouldn't
be because I'm not gay and you're--your body's really a guy, but I do feel this
way. Maybe it's because Sean and me are such close buddies is why I feel like
this about you, I don't know. All I know is you're shutting me out, and that's
not fair!"
"I'm not shutting you out! I just feel--feel different about you now. Like
buddies shouldn't move on buddies, you know?"
"You're not my buddy."
"You're Sean's; his best buddy."
"You're not Sean, Sheila."
She whipped her pretty poignant face toward me. "You're wrong, Kevin. In
back of my mind I really am Sean, Sean is playing me."
I groaned. "Playing his own dreamgirl in a daydream, yeah I know."
"If it weren't for that I wouldn't be here, feeling this way this about
you without feeling embarrassed about it. You don't seem to understand how hard
this is for me, Kevin! I've very deep feelings for you in these dreams; feelings
I--Sean would never admit to you or even himself, and the only way he could is
to let them run wild in this daydream!"
"Sheila, Sean knows for real that our troupe's on a plane headed to the
Dublin Europium Theater for our debut, and he knows he's arriving as you--as
Sheila because they invited her, right?"
"Yes."
"Now I can understand a little how Sean's method acting stuff could
pretend he's someone he's not to hide behind so he doesn't feel embarrassed
about playing a girl, but how could he tease boys the way you do and even do a
little kissy with me?"
"Because I--he doesn't really believe he's doing it in the real world,
just like he wouldn't wide awake."
"Still, he's doing it."
"Because it's all a wild sissy delicious dream to him, seeing boys moving
on him and all. He can't control that, so he just goes along with it."
"Just like a real macho jock."
"Kevin, in the park you didn't just forget that I'm really a boy
underneath, did you?" she chided to my blush. "See, you're willing to overlook a
lot of things to feel these nice awesome feelings together, and the same thing
for Sean right now. That's why I'm so dainty and frilly and ladylike; to make
all this seem even more unreal to him so he doesn't feel too much like himself
to keep me from being the way I am."
"Look, if that's true, and you think--Sean thinks all this is really a
dream, why can't you let me pet and neck like we used to do?"
She paused, looking thoughtful. "You wouldn't understand--"
"Sure, I'm not fast-fingers Biff!!"
"We're different! You and I were both just--messing around, petting and
feeling. It wasn't like you were going to do anything serious, like Biff was. I-
-Sean--might like to mess around with you for fun and tingles, but he doesn't
want to change the buddy way he likes you, even in a dream. It'd change the way
he sees you for real, Kevin, don't you understand?"
"Then he should let himself go, Sheila. He shouldn't bottle you up inside
him like that!"
"You don't know what you're asking."
"For him to admit he's you so he could be you all the time without feeling
embarrassed and all this dream stuff in the way."
"That's just it, Kevin. If he did 'let go', it doesn't mean that he'll be
feeling this deep about you as I do. Or haven't you wondered why Sean himself
never showed up in these dreams?"
"Huh?" I said before her prodding eyes before the implications sunk in.
"Oh...shit. Are you sure?"
"Don't forget, all his life Sean's been struggling to make people remember
he's a boy despite his looks, and it's a very strong feeling. Being me is just a
toy to him next to that. I'm not saying his feelings are exactly the same as
mine, but the only reason you got away with messing around with me without
upsetting him is because his feelings about you used my being a girl as an
excuse to."
"Shit...." soberly nonplused, I shook my head. "I...I don't know if I
could handle that. I like Sean a lot. He's my closest friend. Close as a brother
maybe, but...I mean, he's not you, Sheila."
She softly smiled and bussed my cheek. "Now you see why it's best I'm a
dream."
*****
We landed in Dublin and were welcomed by a small contingent from the local
folk dance company with small kids performing a step dance right there on the
tarmac. Sheila was so caught up in the gaiety that she joined them in a jig--
which was pretty impressive considering that she was wearing rigid heeled patent
leathers instead of supple dance shoes. Then we packed into one limousine
because the second one blew a gasket and with giggling Sheila perched my lap we
drove to the James Joyce, which was kind of ritzy overlooking the Shannon River.
Mrs. Mahoney arranged it so that my and Sean's room was between and connected to
both Andrew and Robert's and the girls' room so that Sheila could use the girls'
hallway door without making visitors and hotel staff suspicious by using the
boys' door.
"Change and relax, Sean," Mrs. Mahoney said as we inspected our room
before she left into the girls' room which she shared.
"These are neat!" Robert said, jumping on one of the beds and suavely
pulling off his tie. "So which one's yours, Sheila?"
"Very funny!" Sheila wryly issued in Sean's voice and petulant manner. It
was eerie to notice the difference between her and Sean's visage and demeanors.
"Well, why should Kevin have all the fun bein' the only guy with a chick
bouncing his lap??" chaffed Andrew.
"Hey, I'll bounce you on my lap, but won't be Santa!" I snapped and they
laughed and hummed the wedding march as they waltzed out and I slammed our door
to their room.
"Jerks!" I sniffed. "What you gigglin' about?"
"How happy you were bouncing me on your knee!" she slyly implied my
blushing retort:
"I wasn't bouncin' nuthin', girl! You were the one hoppin' all the way
back against me like some stupid--stupid--damn, Sheila! That's all we need for
them to think!"
"Don't worry. They would've been just as excited."
"With you hoppin' on their pricks too, I bet!" I chided, startled as she
drifted over to twine her slim veiled arms about my neck to nuzzle. I sighed and
looked at Sheila with wistful marveling. Even after a six-hour plane ride she
looked fresh and still among the prettiest girls on the plane.
"I thought I was your 'brother'," I quipped.
"I'm just teasing," she said with something way more wistful twinkling in
her eyes.
"You really miss the way you feel about me, don't you?"
She shook her head. "I didn't forget it. That's the trouble."
I frowned, sensing her out. "Wait...so you do still feel more for me,
don't you?"
She moved away. "Don't think about it, Kevin."
"No, no, you're not telling me the truth. I'm still more than just any
'brother' to you, right?"
"I already explained--"
"Not everything! You didn't really forget how deep you used to feel about
me; you're just holding back!"
Her mildly rounded bosom swelled with a sigh. "This is like so--so totally
difficult you can't believe. Kevin, don't force me to be Sean all through the
tour, okay?"
"But--"
"Kevin, you're very close to making me not care what happens and going
ahead to want you, but if that happens I won't be around any more. Don't you
understand?"
I opened my mouth and reflected and nodded. "So, er, what happens now? I
mean since Sean remembers us talking about all this?" I asked, changing the
subject.
"There're parts he thinks are real and other parts he thinks are just
fantasy."
"How does he pick what's real then?"
"Really, Kevin!" Sheila sighed, briefly leaving to the bathroom and
emerging with glamour makeup scrubbed off then reached behind her to unzip her
knit dress like a banana peel that slipped off her lacy slip and leggy white
tights to her stepping out pumps.
Suddenly feeling a voyeur, I turned my back and not just for her modesty,
but to hide my feelings as I took off my own suit because it was just like being
alone in a room with a pretty undressing girl. The intellectual side of my
enthrall was intrigued at her nonchalant immodesty undressing in front a boy,
but I had to remember that as impeccably feminine as Sheila's poise and pose
was, it was a boy's mind undressing, not a girl's.
Trousers off, I glanced up just as her lace slip shed off a mildly curved
spandex body suit.
Jeese!
No wonder Sean doesn't want to consciously do this shit!
For some queer reason, the tune that Robert and Andrew left teasing us
with haunted me with crazy fantasies. It really did feel like we were mom and
dad undressing after a late party just before they hit the sack.
"Do you have to turn right now?" I rued aloud.
"Kevin, you know I can't--Sean doesn't want to stay this way when Sheila's
not needed."
"Wait! Look, we could--could go downstairs and check out the arcade and
stuff! I could say I'm--I'm one of the guys hanging out with you."
"I think Mahoney would rather I 'hang out' with the girls."
"Can't you just stay out in Sean's clothes then?"
"You know it doesn't work that way!" she admonished. "You'll see me
tomorrow afternoon's rehearsal, we could tour the city after that, okay?"
I soberly nodded and turned and went on undress even the corner of my eye
snuck peeks at her unzipping her body suit from her pale scrawny boy's bod and
perching the bed to roll silk lime films off raised slim gams.
But what really crimped my heat was when she pulled her auburn tresses off
Sean's short brown locks.
Damn.
I had to look away after that and soberly dress and the next time I looked
up she was in a boy's taupe double-breasted suit and combing her short hair. She
looked like a pretty young boy, but her tender expression and mannerisms was a
girl's.
"Somehow before college, I'm going to save up for your sex change," I
muttered aloud and she giggled.
"I don't think Sean 'll like that too much!"
"Don't worry 'bout Sean. He's half-way you already; I'll turn him around--
somehow," I said, looking up at Sheila's soft shocked look, but I wasn't going
to apologize for that wish or remark. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a sad
wistfulness.
"Wish you really felt that way," she murmured so softly I could barely
hear; she moved up to plant my cheek soft moist kiss then drew away and before I
could stall her anymore her feathery eyelashes knit tight and her now flat chest
swelled slightly then fell and her lashes fluttered open from harder green eyes
on a face suddenly less rosy and demure. For a moment 'she' looked around as if
momentarily reorienting in a strange place suddenly turned familiar and prettily
frowned at me funny.
"So what's wrong?" Sean snapped as though I were staring at his fact's
incongruous effect.
"Er, I--I was asking--asking whether you wanted to check out the arcade in
the lobby," I blurted and he grunted and
"Sure. Any action after sleepin' out that stupid plane trip!"
*****
Our dance company went on a day bus tour and it was neat.
We checked out ancient Roman roads and had Irish tea at quaint hostels and
strolled rolling heather-coated hills. I detected jealous glints in Andy and
Bob's eyes as I held down Shelia's sleek ivory-filmed knees while she leaned
backward over the castle's edge for her soft coral-glossed lips to kiss the
Blarney Stone.
The next day we performed on the Belfast stage to cheering audience after
Sheila's solo jig and moved off for the competition's next step dance company.
Sheila was wearing a new folk costume tailor-made for her under the eye of
Mahoney and the traditional Mothers of Erin. It was divided along the sides and
sleeves with a forest green from behind and a cream color in front and its
elegant gold and ivory hand embroidery was very impressive and almost looked
sequined and subtly hinted some of Sean's own costume as well, and its flared
fluted skirt flaunted slender neutral-filmed gams that awed us guys even more
since we knew Sean's own spindly legs weren't all that spectacular out of
Sheila's pose.
"Any galloping grandmom worth her wiles knows sheer support tights works
miracles!" quipped Mrs. Mahoney, charmed as Sheila cutely curtsied after first
donning her custom costume. "We've never fitted a dress like this before! The
patterns hark a victor's seal woven in both a boy and girl's herald if one knew
how to read it. It's a shame the secret can't be told till all of us are cold
'neath the earth, even long after Sheila's gone."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Sheila can't be with us after another year or two, Kevin. Sean will be
growing into a man, and I doubt he'll want to be fitted a new dress, yes?" she
chuckled, missing my glance of dismay at Sheila. I hated being reminded of that.
Sean's puberty was Sheila's death march.
Down the theater's dressing room I pulled Sheila aside to stop her from
undressing. "Just throw on a normal dress over that and let's check out the
city, Sheila!" I coaxed her somewhat reluctance.
"I don't think I should, Kevin."
"Com'on Sheila! What are you scared of?"
"Only of Sean waking up since my troupe job here's done today."
"Freak, Sheila, can't you hold him back any? Why can't he just dream you
having fun in the city too??"
"Because the longer I'm--he's Sheila, the more nervous he gets."
"Nervous? About what?"
She fell mute and I decided not to push it. "Look Sheila, I got an idea;
since Sean loves dancing even as you, suppose everywhere we go you do a jig for
people, okay?"
She looked musive. "I don't know..."
I took and squeezed her slim hand in mine and she looked up at me with
those pretty eyes. "You like living dangerously, Sean O'Connor," she rued.
"I like you, Sheila. And like what Mahoney said, we're not gonna have all
that much time to be together unless I help you get a sex change operation, but
by that time Sean won't want to."
"By that time I'll just be his bad memory!" Sheila quipped soberly,
looking away if contemplating morality. "Funny..."
"What?"
"I...I'll miss being Sheila, you know?"
"It doesn't have to be!" I asserted. "Just hold on!"
"Hold on to what? Without the troupe Sean doesn't need Sheila, Kevin, and
Mrs. Mahoney's not going to let Sean play me when he's thirteen and fourteen and
stuff."
"Maybe she would."
"Kevin, I'm going to look funny with hairy legs and a deep voice trying
squeeze my muscles into this costume!"
I bit my lip and looked around so no one
"I think...I think there's a way Sheila."
"What why?"
"See, I've been reading on my own--"
"That's a twist."
"Com'on, I'm serious! I been reading a lot about people who switch sex,
and a lot of them can stop looking like a man just by taking some pills."
"Pills?"
"Yea. There're called hor-moans. They oughta work great on you since you
haven't even had your puberty yet. They can stop it dead!"
"You're joking."
"No, I'm not, I swear! You don't have to have puberty, Sheila! You don't
have to grow into a man! You can stay the way you are!"
Sheila looked at me with a dubious look then at the wall. "But, I'm a
boy..." she murmured really to herself.
"Sheila, look at yourself--look!" I said, jockeying her before a full
mirror. "That's no guy! That's a beautiful girl! Don't you wanna be her?"
She seemed to swallow a lump. "She's--pretty...but it's not really me.
It's not. It's n--"
Maybe it was wild witless desperation but I grabbed her shoulders and
pulled to me and slammed my lips hard against hers, mashing her soft coral-
glossed lips and I felt her twist and squirm hard in my hands but I held her
tight until her force slackened and her frame fell quiet. I released her as I
broke my mouth away and she looked sober and confused.
"Wish you hadn't done that, Kevin," she quietly said to my feet.
"Why? 'Cause I woke up Sean?"
"No, not Sean..." she looked up at me and sighed. "I was afraid of this. I
tried. I really did."
"Tried what?"
"Kevin...I--I don't know--if I should sleep in our room tonight."
"Why not??"
"Kevin, it's hard to explain, but...you...you've made Sean--curious about
us."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is...is...he's going to be looking at you--funny."
"Funny?"
"He's wondering whether really kissing you, whether if feeling deep about
you like this can be real if he tried it for real."
I blinked at her sober face. "Oh..."
"You see now, don't you?"
"Er...I guess...shit. Well, I could always just--just shrug him off like,
show him I'm not interested."
"He's always going to be interested as long as he needs to be me."
"Damn, Sheila! I only did that to--to make you feel more like a girl, like
what you saw in the mirror! I didn't know I was gonna--gonna turn Sean on! Shit,
I'm no fairy fag!"
"Don't you think Sean feels the same way, Kevin? That's why he created me!
That's why he fools around with you as me! That's why you mustn't push me past
what even he wants to dream! Now you really did it!"
"One stupid kiss did all that??" I blurted in denial, noticing a slow
trickle of tears rolling down her oval face. Something made me look down and I
startled at the slight budge poking the front of her short skirt.
"That's mostly Sean, not his Sheila act--it's him!" she bemoaned.
"Sheila--"
Shit! I really scrambled his brains but good!
Sean!
Peeking out from Sheila's face with a hard-on--
For me!
Another guy!
I belted Sheila.
Right in the navel.
Real hard.
She gasped with a girlish cry and buckled slightly and staggered back then
looked up at me with an anguished look.
"Kevin??..."
"You puke Sean!" I scolded. "I don't want you! Are you kidding? You'd like
me to feel you up like a sissy fag? Got news for you! I only love Sheila, not
some girly-face like you, you dancin' fairy!"
"K--Kevin, stop!"
"Hear that, Sean? You're just a girly-faced fairy with the hots for
another guy! Hear that gay guy? I'm just a buddy, not your freakin' boyfriend!
Not some gay lover dude, get it?? Get it??"
"Kevin!..." Sheila gasped, dropping to one knee and I caught her shoulder
and let her dry retch between us then when she was done shuddering and heaving I
helped her waver to her feet and wiped her lips with my sleeve. Panting, she
looked up at me, the hurt wondering look fading and on impulse I glimpsed her
now smoothly flared out skirt.
"Do you still feel him?" I gently asked and she weakly nodded.
"He---He's...ashamed...he--he's back where he used to be."
"Good. I'm sure not gonna cause that again!" I swore in relief then
contrition. "Look, I didn't mean to hurt you, Sheila--"
"I know...I know..." A sparkle of gratitude welled her eyes. "Th--Thank
you."
I brushed a stray auburn strand from her face. "I care about you, Sheila.
I'd do anything to keep you. Only you!"
"You took a big chance. You--could've wakened him. You could've lost both
of us."
"No... You love me too much for him to want that," I said to her grateful
smile and I kissed the sourness from her mouth and stroked her slim back as her
head huddled on my shoulder.
"Wish I could never wake up!" She wistfully murmured into my shoulder.
"Too bad I can't get those magic pills at least."
"Don't worry, babe. You will," I promised long over more uncertainty.
"Somehow..."
The end
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