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Sarah Smile
By Kimberli Nicole McCarthy
"Sarah? Ms. Morrison?"
"Please, call me David."
"Oh yes...of course...pardon me. I'm sorry Sa-umm-David, but
you're just not right for the part."
"But I just finished the audition, how can you say that?" David
asked the casting director, biting his lower lip. Stop pouting,
he said to himself.
"Believe me honey, you were wonderful in your audition, but we
feel you're just not right for the role. I'm sorry, but you look
far too convincing."
As he walked out into the street, looking for a cab, David wanted
to kill Mandy. I can't believe she did this to me, he thought to
himself; I could have had that part if she could have made me
look more like a man.
***
Mandy picked up the phone on the third ring, wondering who the
hell would be calling a seven in the morning.
"Mandy?"
"Yes?"
"This is Dave. Listen, I need a favor."
"What's up?"
"You have an hour or two."
"Yeah, why?"
"Do you have a key to the salon?"
"What kind of role are you trying out for?"
***
Unlocking the door to the salon, Mandy was still laughing to
herself. She had seen a lot of things in her five years as a
beautician in the big city, and she had even done makeup and hair
for a few drag queens, but she had never had the chance to
perform a complete male to female makeover. So when David called
her and told her that he needed a "new look" for an audition, she
was thrilled. She knew she could make Dave, who at 5'6'' and
barely a hundred and fifty pounds was no one's idea of a he-man,
into a sweet, adorable girl.
I hope she knows what she's doing, Dave thought as he knocked on
the salon door. The look of unbridled anticipation on Mandy's
face made Dave wonder if he knew what he was getting into.
***
"Linda?" William asked from behind his huge mahogany desk. God,
I'm glad I studied in law school, he thought to himself. "Will
you call Dave Morrison and leave a message on his voicemail that
I have both of our tickets for the game tonight and that I'll
meet him in front of the Garden at 7:00?"
"And what is Mr. Morrison's number?"
"It's my number Linda!" William answered irritated, "He's my
roommate, remember?"
Bill Norman clicked off the intercom and leaned back in his
chair, completely satisfied with himself. He was glad that he
could score the Rangers-Red Wings tickets for David's birthday.
He knew from their days at the University of Michigan that Dave
was a huge Red Wings fan. Even though he'd have to bust his ass
on the McDavitt file, he could be out of the office by a six
thirty, and if he hustled he could be at the Garden by 7:00 to
meet Dave.
***
"I need to look like a hip, early twenty-something personal
assistant. Very New York chic." David said.
"I know David," answered Mandy, "you explained that already, and
I brought you some clothes to wear, but explain to me again what
the part is."
"Oh, it's some stupid made for cable movie," he said. "It's about
a guy who dreams of being an author, but his talent lies in tales
of romance, so he gets a job at a big time publishing company as
an administrative assistant to the big boss."
"And he dresses like a girl WHY?"
"Hey, I didn't say it made sense. Like I said, it's a stupid
cable movie, but these days I'll take any role I can get."
"Well honey, don't you worry because Mandy will get you that
role. I swear to you I will turn the average 28 year old boy that
sits in front of me into a sexy little 24 year old sex kitten."
"Meow."
***
"How much longer?" David asked after the first hour of primping
was coming to a close.
"I'm almost finished with the hair and makeup, and then we have
to dress you."
"But I want to see what I look like," whined David, in his
practiced female voice.
"Holy shit, David, that sounds great!"
"Really," David said, continuing his girlish voice, "do I sound
pretty?"
"Seriously Dave, it's scary how pretty you sound."
"Well I want to see how pretty I look!!!" David whined, laughing
after the petulant remark.
"Not until your transformation is complete," said Mandy, knowing
that David would shit a brick when he saw himself.
So David sat patiently with his eyes closed, feeling what felt
like five pounds of makeup sitting on his face, and the tug of
his head as Mandy styled the wig that she had placed on his head.
***
With his hair and makeup complete, but still wearing the jeans
and T-shirt he had worn over, David was led to the back of the
store, where Mandy was keeping the clothes she brought over for
him. David's curiosity went unrewarded, as Mandy had covered
every mirror in the salon.
"Sorry David," Mandy said as she scissored his T-shirt off his
body, "but I can't risk messing your face and hair."
David didn't complain, it was a crappy old T-shirt anyway, and he
could buy a new one if he got this part.
As he removed his jeans, Mandy whistled at the sight of his
freshly shaved legs, the hair taken off before he came over, at
Mandy's request.
"And now the boxers..."
Dave felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of getting
completely naked in front of Mandy, but his cousin was his
closest relative in New York, and she had always been more like a
sister to him anyway.
From out of a large Macy's bag, Mandy pulled a garter, black
stockings, and a satiny white bra and panty set. "These are
mine," she said, handing them over, "I got them least year at
Victoria's Secret. You can keep them afterwards, just in case you
get the part."
Dave was able to get the panties bra and garter on myself, but
Mandy had to help him with the bra, which she filled with
breastforms that were "on loan" from the salon. (As was the wig
that now sat on my head.)
Next was a black skirt, which to David's dismay stopped well
above the knee, and a midnight blue metallic button down shirt.
Mandy helped him adjust the shirt, rolling the cuffs of the
sleeves to his wrist, unbuttoning the top two buttons, and
letting the decidedly feminine button down lay untucked.
On his wrist she put a leather Guess watch, and around his neck
she placed a silver necklace with a little silver heart charm
that lay on his bare chest.
Last were the two inch clunky black Kenneth Cole shoes, which
Mandy made David practice walking in for a full twenty minutes
before letting him finally see the finished product.
***
"That is NOT me!" said David as he stared at the mirror.
Standing before him was a picture of feminine grace and beauty.
Big brown eyes made up beautifully with eyeliner and traces of
blue eye shadow. Glowing, radiant, unblemished skin, with
reddened cheeks and exquisitely reddened, moist lips. Thin,
shapely legs that rose from the stylish shoes to the short, black
skirt. The metallic, midnight blue button down tapered in tight
around the ribs, accentuating both the perky breasts above them
and the tight belly that it covered below. The top two buttons
were open, showing a her creamy bare breast and the cute heart
charm that lay across it.
Untucked, it showed that this was a girl who wasn't too stuffy,
even though it was obvious that she put a lot of thought and hard
work into her stunning looks. But without a doubt, the cherry on
top was the wig. A sandy, dark shade of blonde, it glimmered as
it parted from the right side of her head, framing her lovely
face, falling in straight, luxurious waves to her shoulders,
where it lay gently in long curls that Mandy added at the bottom.
"Jesus," Mandy, "do you know who I look like?"
"Of course I do, that's who you're modeled after."
"So I guess that now I'm Sarah Michelle Morrison."
"In the flesh,"
"Oh Mandy," I cried, prancing over and throwing my arms around
her, "I look wonderful!!! Thank you so much, I'll definitely get
the part."
***
Standing on the corner trying to hail a cab, David looked at his
thin-banded watch, confirming that it was five o'clock.
Six hours of sitting around waiting for two minutes to read some
lines, and then they tell me that I look "too convincing" as a
woman!!! The nerve of those people, I don't look anything like a
woman.
His thought were interrupted by the screech of brakes and horns
as a taxi swerved across five lanes of rush hour traffic,
narrowly avoiding at least three collisions and coming to a
sudden halt in front of him.
"Can I give you a ride honey?" asked the cabbie, leaning over
with a salacious leer on his face.
***
David had never been more relieved that when the taxi finally got
to his apartment.
"So Sarah?" asked the cabbie.
Why did I give him my name, David thought.
"Umm yes?" Sarah answered.
"You know, this isn't just a job, I own the company."
"That's great."
"Yeah, I make six figures, so you wanna go out some time?"
"Uhhh," what the hell is going on here, he's hitting on me? "I
have a boyfriend."
"I figured as much. Well listen sweetie, if he ever treats ya'
bad, you give Timmy the Cab Driver a call, I'll take you out for
a special night."
"Why thank you Tim," Sarah said, trying hard not to blow her
cover, "how much do I owe you."
"Nothin' Princess, just spending ten minutes with you was worth
the ride."
David stood dumbfounded as the car pulled away. He realized that
the casting director was right, he was too convincing. Not only
was he pulling this off, but he was HOT!!! He laughed as he
reached in his pocket for his keys.
***
"SON OF A BITCH!!!" David yelled, and immediately felt
embarrassed after by the stunned looks of passers by who
witnessed a sweet young woman curse in a loud male voice.
David looked frantically through the purse that Mandy had given
him. His cell phone, his wallet, some lipstick, but no keys. Then
he searched the pockets of the black leather woman's jacket that
Mandy had lent him. Nothing there either. With horror he
remembered that his keys were in his regular jacket, which
probably sat now in the closet of Mandy's salon.
Sarah had to endure another taxi ride full of weak pick up lines,
and understood for the first time why women weren't flattered
when a slob tell them that they have a "sweet can."
When the cab dropped her off at the salon, she wanted to kick
herself as she remembered that the salon closes at 5:00, and it
was now 6:05. A quick call to Mandy resulted in a furious message
on Mandy's machine, which he knew she would find hilarious, since
he was forced by his surroundings on the crowded sidewalk to
deliver it in Sarah's voice.
David thought about his predicament. He had nowhere to go, and
nowhere to change back into his regular clothes for the game. He
also knew he couldn't skip the game, because he knew how much
trouble Billy had gone to in order to get them. David turned and
looked at the reflection staring back at him in the salon window.
He had to laugh. There stood a beautiful, well dressed blonde,
one who he knew that Billy would love to escort to a hockey game,
and like it or not, Billy would have a lovely date tonight.
***
Billy paid the driver and hustled out of the cab, toward the
Garden. He cursed himself for running, because as he reached the
predetermined meeting spot, he realized that David was nowhere to
be found. He must have stayed late at another of those stupid
auditions of his, Billy thought, what is it this time? Maybe he's
trying out for Officer #3 on NYPD Blue.
Of course, not all was lost, for in David's place, Billy found a
hot little number, probably waiting for her boyfriend. Billy
admired her legs and tight, sweet ass. Her hair was gorgeous, and
as he stood there watching her put lipstick on as she looked into
her little compact, he felt himself getting a little hard. His
heart pounded faster as he realized that she was looking at him
out of the corner of her eye, and she had a sexy little
mischievous smile. She was looking to get hit on! He thought, I
can't believe she doesn't have a boyfriend!
"Excuse me Miss, but I couldn't help but notice-HOLY SHIT, Jesus
Christ David, is that you???"
"Hello William," Sarah said, "My name is Sarah Michelle Morrison,
David's cousin from California."
"Wow, dude, you DO look like Buffy the Vampire Slayer!!!"
"Excuse me William," Sarah continued, trying not to draw
attention to the situation "but David had an audition today for a
part as a cross dresser, and he was locked out of his apartment
afterwards, and he didn't want to miss the hockey game, but he
had no other choice, so he had to send Sarah, and if you don't
stop laughing I'm going to kick you hard in the nuts with my
hard, clunky heels."
Billy tried, but he couldn't stop laughing.
"Anyway," Sarah went on, "David told me that he didn't want to
see either you or he dead tonight as victims of drunken Rangers
fans or skinheads or homophobes or any other big city wackos.
Furthermore," Sarah said, smiling and posing adorably, resting a
hand on her hip, which she thrust to one side, "so tonight you
will be very courteous to Sarah, and treat her purely as Sarah,
and call her Sarah, and treat her as your date, or sister, or
whatever, and not talk at all about her cousin David, so that no
one gets in any type of trouble."
"Understood," said Billy, straightening up and holding out his
arm. "Would the lady like to accompany me to the blue seats?"
"I'd love to."
***
Watching the game, surrounded by drunken rowdy Ranger fans, Sarah
knew that she had to summon up every last bit of her thespian
talent to pull this off. Tonight was method acting to the max,
she had to BE Sarah.
So she made sure to keep her legs crossed as she delicately
nibbled on the hot pretzel that Billy had brought her. "Thank you
so much for the pretzel, William," she said, trying not to notice
that Billy was peeking down at her stocking clad thigh with
alarming regularity.
The game was a classic. The checks were furious, the passes were
crisp, and the pucks rocketed off the players' sticks.
Sarah couldn't help but notice the three college aged guys behind
her, and overheard their oh-so-subtle plotting regarding which
one of the three would take a stab at her. She knew a pre-emptive
strike would be necessary. Sarah rested her head on Billy's
shoulder and ran her long red fingernails through the back of his
hair. As Billy sat bolt upright, she whispered very quietly in
his ear, explaining that the drunken frat boys behind her were
contemplating a date rape. As she whispered, she was self-
consciously embarrassed as she realized that her red lips were
brushing against Billy's ear lobe. She was even more embarrassed
as she spied the bulge growing in Billy's pants.
"Billy," she whispered, "I'm sorry, but I have to kiss you on the
cheek right now."
"Oh William," she purred, a little too loud, "thank you so much
for tonight, it means so much to me. I can't wait till we get
home so that I can show you how much." His cheek smelled nice as
she planted her warm lips on his stubbled skin.
Sarah couldn't help but giggle as she heard the morons behind her
hooting and hollering, and describing in great detail how lucky a
man Billy was.
***
Sarah had to try hard to look calm and lady like as the third
period wore on. The game was unbelievably tight! With ten seconds
to go, it looked like it was heading to OT, until El Capitan, the
old warrior Mark Messier broke away with the puck, slipping it
through the five hole as time expired.
Billy, a lifelong Rangers fan, erupted, leaping up and down in
total ecstasy. Even though David was a Red Wings fan, Sarah, his
cousin from California, was a Mighty Ducks fan. Tonight she was
rooting for the Rangers, since her "boyfriend" Billy was a
blueshirts fan. So when the red light lit up, Sarah jumped up and
down in little hops, clapping her hands in front of her chest. As
Billy turned to her to give a big high five, Sarah threw her arms
around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Billy, totally shocked, remembered to play the part so as not to
draw attention, and wrapped his arm around the small of her back.
"What was that?" he whispered in her ear.
"I'm excited because my boyfriend's team just won," she whispered
into his ear, "just play along."
***
The crowd swarmed uncontrollably through the halls of the Garden,
chanting Rangers slogans and generally causing a ruckus. In order
to keep from being swept away, Sarah had to clutch Billy's hand
as he lead her through the crowd and back out onto the Street.
"What a game!" said Billy.
"Oh William, thank you so much."
"Yeah, sorry about the Red Wings,"
"WILLIAM, I LIKE THE RANGERS TOO," Sarah said sternly, her eyes
telling Billy to stay "in character."
"Oh yeah, right. Listen Sarah, the tickets weren't your cousin's
only birthday gift, I was gonna but him some drinks afterward. So
should we go home and get him."
"Well I know you have to work tomorrow," said Sarah, "and it
would take a really long time to go back to your apartment and
get Dave, so why don't we get a few drinks now. That is...if you
don't mind bringing me instead of David."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Billy, "I actually think it's kinda
funny."
"Just as log as you're buying the drinks, Mister," Sarah laughed,
wrapping her arm around Billy's.
They walked over to a local pub, which was filled with Rangers
fans. It was festive, crowded, and above all, loud. Sarah found
herself having to yell to Billy to be heard. Even thought he
crowd pressed them together, they still couldn't hear each other.
As he asked Sarah what she wanted to drink, Sarah turned to face
him, and was shoved chest to chest into him. She grabbed the back
of his head and pulled his ear to her mouth. "Gin and tonic,
please. And some shots. Fast."
A few drinks and a whole bunch of shots later, Billy and Sarah
had grown accustomed to the clamor and close quarters of the pub.
When the stereo started blasting New York, New York, in honor of
the victory, everyone was dancing. Billy and Sarah, still facing
each other, began swaying back and forth with the crowd, and as
the alcohol started to enter Sarah's bloodstream, she dropped the
glass on the floor, immediately embarrassed by her clumsiness.
Sensing this, Billy looked directly into Sarah's eyes and dropped
his mug of Guinness. Sarah laughed, and mouthed thank you. With
one fell swoop, Billy wrapped one arm around her back and grabbed
her hand with his.
"Dance with me," he yelled.
Sarah threw her head back and laughed again.
When Sinatra finished singing, Billy mentioned that it was
getting late, and he had to work in the morning, and it was tome
to go home.
***
Billy sat looking out of the cab window as Sarah slumped in the
corner of the cab. "William?" she asked, "I'm starving," pointing
at the Sbarro on the corner, she gave him a puppy dog look that
indicated that it would please her greatly if he'd buy her some
pizza.
"Pull over," said Billy."
Staggering into the Sbarro, Billy and Sarah both told each other
they had to use the restroom. "Ladies first," said Billy, "I'll
order while you go, how's pepperoni sound?"
"Pepperoni sounds great," Sarah purred, putting a finger on
Billy's lower lip, "it sounds yummy."
As she walked off giggling, Billy started to wonder where this
was going.
***
As drunk as she was, Sarah still thought she looked pretty hot as
she looked in the bathroom mirror. She refreshed her lipstick and
blew herself a kiss. "Did Billy say he was coming in after me?"
she asked herself.
Billy sat at the table with two cokes and two slices of pepperoni
for a full two minutes before waiting for Sarah to return. He was
trying to decide whether Mandy had really made Sarah into a
beautiful young woman, or if he was just beer goggling. He was
also disturbed by the thoughts he was having during the game,
especially when Mess scored the game winner. Knowing that if he
waited a second longer there would be a puddle of piss on the
floor, Billy walked to the bathroom.
He was surprised that with the ever-expanding health code that
the Sbarro could still get away with having a single unisex
bathroom. He figured this would be one of those one toilet, no
urinal bathrooms you see in some stores. Billy was even more
surprised when he opened the door to find Sarah staring at him
with hungry eyes, leaning back against the sink, with her bra
exposed underneath her unbuttoned shirt. God she was gorgeous.
"William," she whispered, "I wanted to thank you again for
tonight."
Billy didn't say a word. He grabbed Sarah's hips and pulled her
toward him. As her arms wrapped around his neck, their lips
wrapped in a fiery embrace. This was no time for gentle
exploration, Sarah's tongue ravaged his mouth, his hands squeezed
her back and groped her sweet, sweet ass.
"I want you so much," Billy breathed.
"I know, I could feel your eyes on me all night long. You made me
feel so sexy."
"You are sexy."
"Let's do this, Billy."
Their mouths made an impenetrable suction as their tongues
danced. Billy held Sarah tight to him, their hips pressed
together. Sarah's hands explored Billy's chest, untying his tie
and ripping his shirt open. Chest bare, she began kissing his
pecs, licking his nipples in a circular motion, and then sucking
them as her hands reached down to squeeze his hard ass.
Billy clutched Sarah's hips in his hands, and spun her around.
Sarah could feel his rock hard cock throbbing against the small
of her back. She wanted that cock more than anything in the
world.
"Fuck me Billy, please fuck me."
"You're mine tonight Sarah," Billy said as he ripped her skirt
and panties to the floor.
"I want you to fill me with your love," Sarah said, stepping out
of her panties and skirt, and up onto the toilet bowl.
Straddling the bowl, with one foot on each side of the lid, Sarah
turned her head around to face Billy, and thrust his finger into
her mouth, wrapping her juicy red lips around his knuckle. With
her back to Billy, she squatted, searching with her hands for his
hard cock. She found it and ripped it out of his pants,
frantically unzipping his suit trousers.
Billy threw his pants and boxers down, and stood straight up.
Squatting in front of him, standing on the bowl with her back to
him, Sarah wrapped her red nailed hand around his throbbing
penis, and led it directly to her hole. She was amazed at how
natural this seemed. Considering that no man had ever penetrated
her hole.
Exquisite pain filled her body, and Sarah let out an erotic
little squeal as Billy's head poked through. The pain turned to
pleasure, and she leaned down to accept more of his manhood into
her hole. She could hear his moans and her feminine grunts
combining in a symphony of lust. She rose up and rid his cock,
lifting up to feel the friction, and then down as her ass met his
thrusting hips. Her hole seemed to wrap around the monster, they
became one as she rode up and down. The pleasure was hypnotic,
and she threw her head back and to the side so that her tongue
could meet his, their lips locked in a loving embrace.
"Make me your girlfriend," Sarah panted between kisses.
"I'll do anything for you," Billy said as his muscular biceps
supported her motions.
"Cum inside me, I want you to fill me up."
Billy threw his head back and groaned as he exploded into Sarah,
filling her with hot, surging fluid.
Sarah reached her hand behind Billy's neck and squeezed hard as
she accepted his warm deposit. When he was through, she turned to
him and kissed him as she had never kissed anyone before. She
pulled her face back and looked deeply into his eyes.
"You took my virginity," she said.
"I put it where you put my heart" he replied, "Sarah, I love
you."
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