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Boys will be Girls By Marci The following story is an original work of fiction based on a true story. Only the names have been changed. *********************************************************************** Marc left the drug store, turned the corner, and began walking up Maple Street toward Carolyn's house. It was one of the nicest streets in town. Large older houses and overgrown trees gave the neighborhood a nice feel. Marc liked going to Carolyn's house. He knew she took advantage of him but it was ok. He just liked being around her. She was probably the most attractive girl he had ever known. From the minute he met her, he knew he'd do anything for her. He also had come to like being around her Aunt Laura. She too possessed a striking beauty with a pleasant personality. Marc liked Laura ever since he had met her earlier in the year, that first day of registration at Ocean Side Junior College. Marc had already befriended Carolyn while standing in line and had learned that she was new to the area, lived with her Aunt, and was planning to attend the JC. Their conversation had started by Carolyn tapping Marc on the shoulder from behind. Mistaking him for a girl, she asked, "Excuse me but you wouldn't happen to know where the girls bathroom is would you?" Marc slowly turned around and only then did Carolyn realize her mistake. Others in line laughed. Carolyn, with a wide smile, offered an apology. She was so beautiful, Marc accepted the apology graciously. The conversation eventually turned to hair, that being the reason for the mistaken identity in the first place. Carolyn and Marc each had the same basic long and straight hairstyle. Through chitchat, Carolyn learned that Marc was quite adept at knowing how to keep his hair looking nice. More so than some of her girl friends, she thought. Even though Carolyn found the encounter a bit odd, she immediately took a liking to Marc. Marc was introduced to Laura when she stopped by to pick Carolyn up after she completed registration. He remembered the first thing she had ever said to him, "Hey, nice hair!" and how it had made him blush due to the teasing way she had said it. Carolyn excused her Aunt's comment by informing Marc that she operated her own beauty shop in her house. Over the course of their first year in college, he and Carolyn had hung out together a lot. Carolyn always seemed to need Marc for some chore or to just sit and chat. Carolyn always had boy problems. Marc would listen intently about Carolyn's social antics. Now, it was time for finals, and the grand spring Ball, followed by spring break. Marc, ever studious, had already completed his finals, while Carolyn, like a true beautiful debutante, was running frantic focusing more on preparations for the Ball than her finals. Marc rang the doorbell next to the large door with beveled glass. After a few moments, the door opened. "Well, hello Marc, what brings you here?" Laura said in her usual pleasant tone. "I just stopped by to help Carolyn today. Is she home?" "No, not right now but I expect her soon. So, she conned you into helping her with her housework again?" "Well I'm done with finals a week early so its no problem really. Poor Carolyn is always so busy." "Oh yes, poor Carolyn. That girl, I swear. She takes advantage of you Marc. Well, come on in. I'm just finishing up with a client. You can wait for her down in the shop if you'd like." "OK, sure." Marc responded eagerly, as he entered the house and then followed Laura down the stairs to her beauty salon. Beauty salons always had a particular smell that seemed to appeal to Marc. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He just knew he liked it. He liked finding any excuse to pop into the salon whenever he came by to visit Carolyn. He was glad Laura had offered. As he entered the stairway, he immediately noticed the unique fragrance of perm solution. "Be careful of the steps, dear. They can be slippery." Laura was still very attractive for a woman in her forties, Marc thought as he watched her gracefully descend the stairs, her high heels clicking on the marble steps. Laura's hair, neatly styled in a French braid, always looked immaculate, he thought. There was an obvious resemblance between Laura and her niece Carolyn. Marc always felt that Carolyn was fortunate to have an Aunt like Laura, willing to take her in when her parents had died a year ago. He sensed that she was a very understanding person, her off-color humor not withstanding. At the bottom of the stairs, he followed her into the salon. "You can sit over there, if you'd like." Laura said pointing to a chair in front of the nail station, upon entering the salon. "Susan isn't here today so no one will be coming in to have their nails done." Marc settled into the chair amongst the numerous trays of nail polish. "Gee!" he mumbled softly, placing his hands on the table while leaning over and marveling at the number of nail polish colors. Laura smiled upon seeing Marc's curiosity. "Pick one out if you'd like." Laura said teasingly. "Uh, no thanks! Marc responded blushing as he leaned back away from the table. Marc then scanned the salon with all of its eye-catching portraits of women with lovely hairstyles. His attention seemed to momentarily dwell on a picture of a woman modeling a wild mane of long untamed red curls. His focus eventually switched to several evening dresses hanging from a rack along the wall. He slowly took special note of each one. A stack of shoeboxes lay on the floor underneath them. He then glanced over and noticed that the woman, who was having her hair done by Laura, was watching him and smiling. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her face. "Oh, excuse my manners. Marc, this is Kay." Kay looked Marc over. His delicate looking features accentuated his effeminate appearance, immediately noticeable due to his long hair and small frame. Kay waved and cooed, "Hi Marc, here to have your hair done for the Ball? Laura, do you do his hair? It looks so lovely and well conditioned!" "No, Marc has never let me touch his hair yet. I've offered though. Isn't that so Marc?" "Yeah, but I only refused because I was letting it grow long." Marc answered used to the teasing, then unconsciously flipping his hair back over this shoulders in a girlish manner. "Good God Marc, how much longer to you need it?" Asked Kay. "Your hair is longer than any of the girls at my shop right now. You really should consider letting Laura do something with it. The shorter curly styles are much more fashionable these days. Take that one for instance" Kay added teasingly, pointing to a picture of a lightly layered short cut displaying a halo of loose pretty cascading curls. "But my hair isn't curly!" Protested Marc. "Silly, that's exactly why you need Laura, She can fix that with a perm." Kay said, pointing to her own hair as Laura was removing the last of the perm rods. Marc sat speechless not knowing how to respond. "But of course I'm sure you knew that. Maybe you just like your hair long so you can put it up like that one?" Kay added, pointing to a different picture of a woman modeling a soft romantic look of large ringlets pulled back and loosely pinned atop her head. "Stand up and let me see just how long your hair is." Finding the request a bit unusual, Marc nonetheless obliged and docilely stood before her with his hair draping well below his shoulders. "Spin around so I can see the back." Marc took Kay literally and spun around. He spun so quickly that he lost his balance, appearing to do a pirouette as his long hair flew up and then swirled around covering the front of his face. Upon regaining his balance, he gently pushed his hair back from his face, repositioning it behind his shoulders as both women giggled at the sight of the frail boy fussing with his hair. "You need to work on your spin moves, dear, you wouldn't want to do that on a dance floor." Kay and Laura laughed, as Marc sat back down. "Some curl in that hair would look good on you. You should consider it." Kay concluded. "Ok, ok, I get the message. I'll think about it!" Marc replied meekly hoping to end the teasing. "Really?" Asked Laura while fluffing out the curls in Kay's hair. "Are you finally going to make an appointment?" "I said I would consider it." Marc mumbled uncomfortably, eager to change the subject to something else. Laura smiled. She enjoyed teasing Marc about his hair, and thought it funny that Kay had discovered the same thing. Marc was blushing like a little girl. Feeling the need to change the subject for Marc's benefit, Laura interceded. "By the way Marc, Kay owns the dress shop "Formalities." "What kind of a shop is that?" Asked Marc, happy to change the subject but tying not to reveal his familiarity with the shop. Upon hearing the name of the shop, Marc had placed Kay's face. He had actually been in her store before. "Oh, we sell and rent formals. You know like evening gowns, prom dresses, wedding gowns, and feminine stuff like that." "Oh, ok." Answered Marc. "Kay brought over some dresses and shoes for Carolyn to try on for the Starlight Ball at the JC. Maybe you can help her pick something out." "Are you going to the Ball next week too?" Asked Kay. "Well no, not exactly." Marc answered. "What does that mean?" Asked Kay, puzzled. "I don't exactly have a date." Marc answered. "Oh, I'm sorry. And here we are carrying on about hairstyles and fancy dresses and such. We didn't mean to make you feel bad." Kay said, feigning an apology. "Oh, its ok. No problem really. I don't mind living vicariously through Carolyn." Marc answered, as both women looked at him seemingly interpreting a hidden meaning in his response. Kay then placed Marc as the young boy she had observed from time to time strolling through her shop marveling at the pretty dresses. She smiled at her discovery. "So Marc, busy with finals?" "Actually I'm done already. Its an early spring break for me!" He said proudly. "Which means, he'll be at Carolyn's beck and call for the next week or so, so she can get through finals and the Ball." Laura laughed, while Marc blushed again as Kay studied him. The moment was broken by the sound of the phone. "Hello." Laura said, picking up the phone. "Oh hi, Carolyn." Running late, huh? Uh, huh.yes..sure. Bye the way, Kay brought some dresses and shoes for you to look at and Marc is here waiting for you. Uh, huh.yes.. ok. I'll tell Marc. Bye, bye, see ya soon. "Carolyn will be awhile. I guess there was an accident on the freeway near the mall. She is stuck at the mall until traffic clears. It might be a few hours." "Or days, if I know Carolyn." She added. "She asked that you wait so you can help her pick out a dress and shoes, if it's ok, Marc. She asked if you could pick a few out to try on." Laura said as she resumed finishing off Kay's hair, gently working on the curls with her fingertips. "Uh, sure, I guess so. Unsure if who she meant would be trying them on." "Hey, why don't you fit Marc in right now?" Kay asked joyfully with a wink. "You don't have any other appointments today, do you?" "Why, no I don't. That's an excellent idea. What do ya say Marc?" Marc's jaw dropped. "Now?" He asked. "No time like the present! Besides, your sure to be waiting a while for Carolyn." Announced Laura. "But I have no idea what my hair should look like!" Exclaimed Marc in fear. "Oh no problem. Just leave that to us." Laura mused eagerly. "Kay, can you hand me some of those magazines on the table?" "Sure, but these are all prom magazines." Laura said teasingly emphasizing the word prom, for Marc's benefit. "That's ok. I saw some cute unisex styles in there. I'm sure we can find something that'll work for Marc." Marc listened and watched in horror as the two women happily went about quickly sifting through the pages and planning his fate. "Oh this is pretty!" "Yes, and here is another possibility!" The two women smiled as they began comparing the possibilities. "Here we go!" Laura finally announced, as she turned the magazine around to show Marc and Kay. Marc peered forward to see a picture of a young lady with shoulder length dark auburn hair cut in curly gypsy shag. "That's gonna be me?" Asked Marc meekly. "It is you, Darling!" Kay responded in a fake foreign accent taking Marc by the hand and leading him to the washbasin. Joining them both, Laura gestured for Marc to be seated and then placed a smock on him. Gently leaning him back, she turned on the water, selected a fragrant herbal shampoo, and began washing his hair in the basin. "I'll be back later, Laura." Kay suddenly announced with a grin, as she grabbed her purse. "I just remembered a few other dresses and things I probably should bring over, considering this new course of events." Kay added with an emphasis while winking. Laura looked up, paused, and then grinned. "Yes." She answered. "The course of events could prove interesting." She added quietly to herself. She had just realized that she had mentioned Marc to Kay before. Laura remembered telling Kay months ago about a new friend of Carolyn's, named Marc. She had concluded that Marc was just a little "too" effeminate. Not having ever met Marc, Kay seemed a little doubtful regarding Laura's suspicions that Marc may have a secret desire to dress as a girl. Laura had come to her conclusion by observing Marc's mannerisms and effeminate appearance. He seemed to hang out with Carolyn more like a girl friend than a guy friend. Playing and fussing with his long hair just like a girl would. He seemed no bigger than an average girl his age and even had longer eyelashes and smaller hands than most girls. He was so docile too. Always seeming to do anything Carolyn asked, even eagerly doing her housework in an apron as she feigned some excuse for not being able to do it herself. And why was he always finding some excuse to pop into the beauty salon? He just seemed to be a little too "delicate, she had concluded!" Yes, there was no doubt in her mind and Kay must have picked up on it immediately upon seeing him. Laura laughed silently as she wondered what Kay had in mind with the things she was going to bring over. Knowing Kay's devilish personality, Laura had her suspicions. "Ok, Marc. Time to get started." Kay said as she escorted Marc from the washbasin to the styling chair. "I'll have to perm your hair first before trimming it. It will all take a few hours, so be patient." "Here are some magazines to look at to ease the boredom." Laura handed Marc a small pile of magazines. Marc sifted though the pile to find it was limited to an assortment of women's magazines. "Sorry, it's all I have. It's what most women read, you know." "I know. It's ok. They'll do I guess." Marc crossed his slender legs and began looking through a fashion magazine. Thumbing through the magazine, Marc was confronted with page after page of advertisements for lipsticks, makeup, and hair products. If that weren't enough, the magazine was jam packed with page after page of articles about hairstyles, dresses, diets, and tips on sexual relationships. As she wound the perm rods into place, Laura tried to note whenever Marc paused on a page. Slowly but surely Marc's head began to fill up with the perm rods. Laura began chat about how much easier it would be for Marc to care for his hair and the extra body the perm would provide. As she chatted, she was equally attentive about Marc's interest in the magazines. As suspected, he seemed to pause longer when seeing pictures of women's curly hairstyles, glamorous eye makeup, and romantic dresses. Amazingly, he even read an article about how to please a man in bed. "That's interesting!" Laura unintentionally blurted out loudly, after seeing the title of the article. "Did you say something Laura?" Marc asked. "Uh, yes. Uh, well, we're done with the first part. Yes, you need to just sit here while the perm solution sets? I'll be back in a little bit." Marc felt a tinge of fear shoot through his body. He didn't like the thought of being left all alone looking like he did. The perm odor filled the room. Laura went upstairs so she could giggle and not be heard. "My, my, my!" She proclaimed with her hands covering her mouth. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took a seat. While she took a short break, Laura thumbed through another styling book. She paused upon seeing a picture of an attractive young lady in a prom dress with lovely tresses of cascading curls. Immediately, an idea struck her. She felt so devilish, even thinking it! Suddenly, the timer went off. It was time to resume with the perm process. Upon returning to the salon, Laura resumed processing Marc's hair in earnest. She now seemed more anxious than ever to see how everything would turn out. After rinsing his hair, applying the final solution, and rinsing his hair one final time, she escorted Marc back to the styling chair and decided to go for broke. Stepping into the back room, she took a deep breath and got up her nerve. Crossing her fingers, she reentered the salon and asked Marc in a very soft manner, "Marc, I just got a bunch of new makeup samples in. Would you be a dear and let me try some on you? I'd like to experiment with them a little. A lot of my clients have requested them and I could use a little practice before using them on my clients." Laura said, trying to suppress a grin. Already feeling a bit vulnerable with his head full of perm rods, Marc wiggled in his chair. "Uh, I don't know about that." "Oh please, it would be so helpful if you did and no one will ever know." Laura cooed. "You're sure, no one will know?" "There is no reason to tell anyone is there?" Laura asked sweetly "Of course not!" "Well, then, will you be a dear and let me?" Laura asked again in her sweetest voice. "Uh, I guess its ok." "Great, it'll be fun you'll see." Laura said gleefully, clapping her hands. Marc squirmed nervously. What was he getting himself into, he thought to himself. Laura quickly went to work before Marc could even think of changing his mind. Within seconds, she was holding his small chin and working on his face. He looked so cute, she thought, with wide eyes and head full of curlers. She worked quickly and expertly. Patting a little concealer under his eyes, applying two coats of mascara, adding black eyeliner, blending two shades of eye shadows, applying a facial lotion foundation, applying a light dusting of shine-control loose powder, and topping it all of with a touch of pink blush. As a necessary part of the process, or so she explained, Laura even thinned and shaped his eyebrows "slightly" to create a slight arching effect. Later, after finishing his face, she selected a deep red lipstick and applied it carefully to his lips. Stepping back, she admired her work. "I kind of like this makeup. It goes on nicely." Without asking, she then took Marc's left hand and began manicuring it. Marc's now pretty eyes widened as he thought about pulling his hand back in protest but seemed to know it was futile and didn't. He watched nervously as Laura proceeded to reshape his nails, and then apply a deep red polish, matching his lipstick. "I suppose you're going to tell me this is some new polish you needed to experiment with too?" Marc asked trying to speak calmly. "Uh, yes. Gee you catch on fast!" Laura laughed. Finally, after applying the last coat to the final finger, she announced. "There that's better. Now sit still so it can dry properly and I'll get back to your hair." She carefully began removing each perm rod allowing the long strands of hair to gently bounce downward as the hair was unwound. She then prepared herself to create his new style, sneaking a peak at the "newest" hairstyle in the magazine. With comb and scissors in hand, she deftly began to snip away at the mass of curls. She reveled in her decision to deviate somewhat from the unisex shag style she had showed Marc and opting for a much more feminine version with a more extreme layered cut of fuller curls. The style being the furthest thing from unisex. Gradually, the style began to take shape as the curls began to show more bounce with the weight of the excess wet hair removed through the trimming. After finishing the trimming, Laura brushed, fluffed, and combed Marc's hair so it lifted away from his face leaving pretty bangs in the front, which she then teased into place. Pausing to check her work, Marc looked nervously as Laura moved around to stand in front of him. "Something's still not quite right." She said, surveying him with hand on hip stroking her chin. Marc had no idea what he looked like or what she meant. It was increasingly hard to focus his attention as his mind seemed to drift, intoxicated by the array of smells surrounding him, perm solution, nail polish, and Laura's lovely perfume scent. He felt so different. Pushing his hair back away from one ear, Laura shouted abruptly. "Got it!" She then leaned over and grabbed a silver colored gun from the counter. Stepping to Marc's side, as he sat with his hands stretched outward still letting the nail polish dry, Laura quickly lifted his hair back and up out of the way and placed the gun up to his ear lobe. With precision, she quickly pierced an earring hole. "Hey!" Cried Marc being brought back to reality. "Oh, hush!" Sassed Laura impatiently. We can't give you a proper makeover without adding earrings too. Now can we?" Laura laughed at Marc's predicament, unable to move his hands to protest. After finishing the ear piercing, she went to her earring display stand and selected a pair of large hoop earrings. Returning, she secured them into Marc's ear lobes. "Now the final touches to your hair." Laura announced, again suppressing her laughter. After using a blow dryer to set the curl with blasts of cool air and endless fluffing, she finally began putting the final touches to framing Marc's hair around his face and having the curls cascade gently to his shoulders when, Kay returned to the salon. "Wow!" Kay exclaimed upon seeing Marc in the chair. Marc had still not seen his own image yet. He seemed to be somewhat relieved to see Kay's reaction but uneasy as he had forgotten she was returning. Now another person had seen him! Breaking out into a wide smile, Kay added, "Gee, honey, I hope I have your dress size!" "What?" Asked Marc with a surprised look. "Hey, there is no point stopping at this point. It looks to me that you're ready to see how you'd look in one of my gowns!" Kay cooed in a teasing voice. Marc seemed mesmerized and frozen by the statement as Kay spun the chair around so that he was finally confronted by his own image in the mirror. "Can't wear guy clothes looking like that!" Laughed Kay. "Oh, my!" He shouted in disbelief. "What have you done? I look like a girl!" Marc exclaimed placing his hand up to his mouth only to gasp again upon seeing his pretty nails. "Well, of course!" Exclaimed Laura. "That was the general idea wasn't it?" "What do you mean? I thought you were just cutting my hair and experimenting with a little makeup!" "Oh, please Marc. Like you didn't know what I was doing. Is that why your eyes kept shifting to the prom dresses hanging over there? And why you so vigorously resisted every step of the way for the last few hours?" Laura responded sarcastically. Marc lowered his eyes. "You surprise me Marc. We're just helping you have a little fun and express yourself more fully so don't spoil it!" "I'm sorry." Marc answered meekly. "Of course, I kind of knew what was going on, and was playing along. It's just I had no idea it would result in all this. What am I to do now?" "You may not have known but I bet you hoped! Isn't that right?" Asked Laura. "Well, yes. I suppose." Marc meekly answered with eyes lowered. "That's better! You might as well be honest with yourself. It will be much better if you are." Kay added. "Well, let's get you out of that chair and into something pretty. I brought over lots of pretty things." "Like what?" Marc asked. "You know, things like panties, bras, slips, camisoles, and stockings. Everything you need before you slip on a dress and heels! That is of course, unless you're wearing lingerie already?" Kay asked teasingly. "No, of course not." Marc responded. "Well then, come on. Hop to!" Kay ordered. Marc obediently slid out of the chair and stood in front of Kay. Kay was immediately stricken with the fact that Marc didn't appear to be any taller that her. She was 5'8" in stocking feet. Marc seemed about the same. Kay looked him over again and smiled. He even looked girlish in his plain tank top and shorts. There seemed to be no muscle tone at all to his arms and legs. "What a girlish little body you have Marc. Or should we modify the name somewhat for today? How about Marci? Yes, that sounds perfect. Doesn't it Marci?" "If you insist." Marc answered submissively with eyes lowered, as Laura smiled with approval. "Marci, let's go upstairs and run a bath for you. Before you step in the bath, though, be sure to pin up your hair. We don't want it getting wet. Then you need to take this cream and carefully apply it to your body hair and then rinse your body in the bath. You should soak in the bath oils for about 20 minutes. That will soften your skin. We need your body to be silky smooth. And, when you step out of the shower, put this robe on! Got all of that?" Kay instructed Marc, while handing him a bottle of cream and a pink terry cloth robe. "Yes." Like a docile little puppy, Marc answered and slowly ascended the stairs and disappeared. As soon as he disappeared, the two women roared with laughter. Within minutes the two women could hear the bath water running. "I have to admit, Laura, you were right about him. And, you did one heck of a job on his hair and makeup. He looks so pretty!" "I thought you had finally agreed with my suspicions about him. Once I caught on that you had figured it out too, I couldn't hold myself back. I just had to take a crack at a full makeover. It was so much fun transforming him." "But what about Carolyn? What will she say?" Kay asked. "I'm not sure." Laura pondered the thought. "I'm not sure she will totally disapprove but I guess we'll find out soon enough." The women both laughed again. Suddenly, they heard the water stop. "Time to go to work again!" Laura announced. The women then ascended the stairs to select the clothes for Marc to put on in the guest room. Marc entered the guest room to find several pieces of lingerie spread across the bed. "Try on some panties first, and once you find some that fit, put on the matching bustier! It has a waist cincher too." Kay instructed. Marc sat at the edge of the bed and slipped on a pair of black panties with a pretty floral lace trim. Observing a proper fit, he then reached around and selected the matching bustier. Allowing the robe to drop gracefully to his waist while still seated on the bed, he slipped it on. The snug fit immediately formed the appearance of cleavage and a trimmer waist. Kay and Laura both marveled at his increasingly feminine shape and took note that he seemed to be managing to dress with no apparent difficulty. Kay then handed Marc a matching garter belt and seemed stockings. Marc rolled the stockings up his slender smooth legs and fastened them snugly to the fasteners. Again, Laura and Kay marveled at the ease in which Marc dressed. Within minutes, Marc meekly stood before Laura and Kay. "Now for a special effect!" Kay announced. Kay then grabbed a pretty silk camisole and slip. Marc slipped the camisole over his raised arms and then stepped into the slip while smoothing it around his hips and tiny waist. She then held up several dresses and laid a few across the bed. "Ok honey, you're choice!" Marc's eyes were wide. He selected a lavender colored bodice strap gown with a layered skirt. The skirt was cut to just above knee length in the front and angled slightly lower to almost calf length in the back in a wrapped effect. The layers met and overlapped in the front to give a slight open effect just below his silk slip. After stepping into the gown, Kay then zipped the dress up in the back and placed the matching 3" high heels in front of Marc. Marc stepped into the heels. Laura then fussed with his hair, fluffing out the curls with a pick while spritzing them. Laura then added a dab of perfume behind each ear. Both Kay and Laura marveled at his appearance. He looked like a prom queen. "I think this dress will do just fine." Kay said before instructing Marc to step up onto a stool so she could check the fitting of the dress. Marc stood obediently as Kay fussed with the dress. Suddenly the door bolted open. "Hey, I thought I was the one getting fitted today!" Carolyn exclaimed as she abruptly entered the room. Carolyn then stood by Marc and looked at Kay and Laura. She didn't seem to recognize him. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" She asked. Both Laura and Kay laughed. "It's your best friend, Marrrrrci! Laura announced, emphasizing the first part of the name to give Carolyn a hint, while opening her arms wide as if presenting a debutante. Carolyn's jaw dropped. "Marc? Is that really you?" "Yes." Marc answered nervously in a soft tone. Carolyn grinned and then laughed. "My God. I can't believe it. You look like a prom queen!" Her face then took on a sarcastic grin. "Ok, when I asked you to tell Marc to pick some dresses to try on I'm sure you didn't think I meant for him to try them on. Now lets here an explanation! And this better be good." Kay and Laura started to step out of the room. "Oh, no! Nobody leaves. I have a feeling everyone is going to contribute to this explanation and I want every detail." Laura and Kay confessed as to how their playful teasing of Marc had evolved into a little scheme to see if he would allow them to dress him up. Carolyn listened intently, while watching Marc's reactions. After listening to all of the details, Carolyn turned to Marc. "Well Marc, from the sound of it, it doesn't appear as if you resisted much!" Carolyn said sarcastically. "I didn't think I had much choice in the matter. And it all happened so fast!" Marc answered in a weak attempt at an excuse. "Oh, good grief." Laura responded in disbelief, as Kay rolled her eyes. "Your trying to tell me that for over two hours you were permed, styled, made over, manicured, powdered and perfumed, and then forced into this pretty dress and these lovely high heels?" Carolyn asked laughing. "Oh, please. Try again, little Marci!" "Admit it. You want to be in a dress and heels! You want to have your hair all curly and be able to priss with it and put it up! You want to wear lipstick and nail polish and makeup! Don't you, Marci?" Carolyn asked in a loud teasing and demanding tone. Marc trembled. "I'm waiting." Carolyn tapped her foot as Kay and Laura stood by, intently watching. "Still waiting." Carolyn added, as Marc swallowed hard seeking the right words. "I just thought it would be nice to try. You know, everyone, including you, is always saying things behind my back. Making comments about my long hair and all." "Well of course! Look at you! I mean look at how you were, are, well you know what I mean! You act like a girl for God's sake. I don't know any other guy who will come over and do my housework, in an apron no less, iron, sew, do my nails, and even set my hair whenever I call." What guy does those things Marc?" "I don't know!" "A sissy, that's who!" You're more like a submissive little maid. Or, sometimes like when we go to the mall, you're like one of my girl friends. In fact, I'd say by looking at you now, that you're probably my best looking girl friend." Carolyn laughs. "I mean I've been meaning to ask you but I just didn't want to scare you off and ruin a good thing." "Ask me? Scare me off and ruin a good thing? What do you mean?" "I mean I kind of like all the attention you give me. You're so devoted. You're like a perfect Lady's maid even, and I love the way you listen to me for hours talk about guys and dating and everything while you brush my hair. I just always got the impression that there was something you were not telling me about yourself." "I suppose I've wanted to talk but have had trouble opening up. I guess I secretly hoped you would just kind of one day playfully experiment on my hair or something like girlfriends do." Marc raised his eyes to get a glimpse of Carolyn's reaction. "So we were right all along!" Announced Kay. "Yea, what a little trickster!" Added Laura. "Oh hey, don't be so harsh on him girls. I'm sure we can use this revelation to our advantage. We all suspected it anyway!" Suddenly, Marc raised his head. The tone in her voice made him nervous. "If that's all there is then it's a relief. I was afraid to probe you for fear you really had some latent kink you were afraid to talk about and would bolt if I asked." "Kink?" "Yeah, like maybe you secretly want to be with a guy or something! After all, you have sat and listened to me go on about boys for hours. Don't get me wrong. It's ok if you do. I'll understand." "Oh no, nothing like that!" Marc proclaimed innocently. "Uh, humm." Laura cleared her throat and looked down at Marc's magazine article she had been showing Kay. Carolyn saw Laura's eyes on the magazine and then noticed it was folded back to an article. She leaned over and read the title out loud, "How to please your man in bed!" Carolyn burst out in laughter. "It's not what you think, really!" Marc nervously professed. "Oh, sure we girls just put ourselves through torture to look our best just for the hell of it. It has nothing at all to do with attracting men! Marci, forget the reading lesson. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be receiving some on the job training on everything!" "What? No, please Carolyn." "Oh, yes! Girl, get ready! This is going to be fun" "I think we've done enough damage, Kay. What do you say we let the kids work this one out for themselves?" Laura said motioning to the door. "Right! Just be sure to return all of the merchandise in one piece. Ok, girls?" Kay said looking at Marc. Again, Marc blushed. "You can step down now Marci." Carolyn instructed. "Uh, no, wait just a second." Carolyn said just before darting from the room. Marc stood there waiting and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He really was beautiful, he thought. Suddenly, a flash went off. Then another, and another. Carolyn was snapping picture after picture, all the while laughing. "Smile like a prom queen, Marci! Oh, come on. Give me a smile." Marc faked a smile. Finally Carolyn made him laugh and she got him really smiling. "Great, that one is super!" Carolyn announced. "Oh, God," thought Marc. "I'm really doomed now!" "Ok, now you can step down, Marci!" "Well, the Ball isn't for a week but at least you've got your dress. Now we just have to work on finding you a date!" Carolyn proclaimed as Marc listened in horror. "But hey, that's no problem for me. A few phone calls and you're all set. We can actually start double dating now. Like real girlfriends! Meanwhile you should probably change out of your dress and put on something more appropriate." "Appropriate?" "Like a pretty little housedress and an apron. You've got housework to do. Remember? "Lowering his eyes, Marc mumbled, "Yes." "Good! Now start undressing and be careful to hang your dress up right. It has to stay nice for the Ball. Meanwhile, I'll look for the perfect dress and heels for you. I know exactly what will work for you. I'll be right back, sweet thing!" In a wisk, Carolyn was off, laughing as she left the room. Marc took a deep breath. He new things would be different now. He just had no idea how different. Carolyn returned with a black sleeveless chemise dress patterned with pink rose petals and a pair of 3" inch black stiletto heels. Marc had undressed and was standing in lingerie when Carolyn handed him the dress. "Try it on!" She instructed. Marc complied and then slipped on the heels. "Perfect fit! You look quite the pretty little housewife!" Exclaimed Carolyn. "Ok, before you get started. There are a few things you need to get." Carolyn instructed while handing Marc a small black purse with a long strap. "What do you mean?" Marc asked horrified. "I mean, go down the street to the drug store and buy some perfume, nail polish, makeup, lipstick, hair pins and barrettes! We need to pin your hair up a bit while you do your housework and you'll be needing the rest for this weekend." "But don't you have all of that here?" "Yes, silly but now you need your own." Carolyn grinned, enjoying Marc's predicament. In your purse you'll find a list of things to pick up while you are there, along with some money. Now go along like a good girl." Carolyn ushered Marc to the door and literally pushed him outside. Carolyn then ran to the phone to call Steven. Thrust outside, Marc took a deep breath and then walked down the steps to the sidewalk. He decided to quickly set off to the corner drug store he had left only hours before. The heels made a distinct clicking sound on the sidewalk as he sashayed while trying to walk correctly in the tight dress. He made it to the corner in about ten minutes without encountering any problems. Grabbing a basket he placed it over his arm and set about his shopping. Finally, having found everything, he was ready to go to the check out line. While standing in line, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Excuse me Miss." Marc looked up and froze. A tingly sensation swept over him as he slowly turned around to see an extremely handsome young man. "Carolyn thought you might need some help carrying some things back." After an initial shock, Marc shifted his weight onto one heel and gracefully placed his hair behind one ear as the young man smiled widely. The others in the line didn't laugh. Yes, things would be different from now on, thought Marc. THE END