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Hide in Plain Sight"
Part-2A
By: Janet Jean
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Carol decided to escort Alice to Oregon, why?
Because "Pregnant Women" do not travel alone. How
is Jeff / Alice going to deal with "it?" Why is Jeff so
comfortable dressed as Alice?
I was in no rush to get home now that the drug
dealers were in jail. I didn't need the disguise of a
pregnant woman any longer. I could go back to being
myself (if I wanted.)
My mother called, I had kept in touch with my mother
from the first night, and I knew she would see me on
TV and think the worst. I had put her through
"HELL" when I was in Viet Nam, and I didn't want
her to get anymore "gray hair" because of something I
did.
Mom asked, "Are you heading home son?"
"Soon mom, I have met someone. Carol is a very
special person. I'm going to bring her home to meet
you." The line went silent, "Are you still there
mom?"
"Yes dear! Have you set a date?"
"Mom, what are you talking about?" I asked, with a
frown.
"Oh nothing...be safe and let me know when to expect
you."
"OK, bye mom!"
Carol was sitting next to me when mom called and
could hear most of the conversation. She asked how
many women had I brought home to meet my mother?
I thought about that for the longest time and
answered, "Except for High School, none; you're the
first."
Carol got this big grin across her face, her eyes were
sparkling, she flew into my arms and said, "I love you
too, Jeff."
We kissed and held each other for a few minutes.
Carol jumped up...she was singing and skipping on
her way the shower. I'm not complaining but what
brought that on I thought to myself?
When Carol came out, her torso was wrapped in a
towel, and she had one wrapped around her hair.
She looked at me and asked, "Just what do you think
your doing?" (I was dressed from the waist down)
"Just waiting for the bathroom so I can shave and
brush my teeth," I answered.
"Not in this lifetime, Girl!" she said, while pulling
my pants off and reading me the riot act as she did.
"First, Alice, a girl wouldn't be caught dead in the
same outfit two days in a row. Second, you need to
bathe and shave your body, as well as your face. I
have your bath ready. Third, I have already selected
your clothes for today. I want to take you out on the
town. We won't need to do your hair, and I have a
surprise in store."
Butt naked, she pushed me into the bathroom and had
me get into the bathtub.
"Cant I take a shower?" I asked.
"No! This is a scented oil bath. You'll love it," she
told me.
That was the under statement of the year.
As I slid into the water, I could feel the soft, smooth,
oily water caress my body. I was rubbing myself all
over; I was getting an erection.
Carol said, "I have a feeling you won't fight me the
next time I draw your bath."
"I may fight when you want me to get out," I
answered.
I just laid there while Carol touched up my body with
a razor.
"This has to be the second best thing you can do to
your body," I said.
"What's the first?" Carol asked.
Pulling her to me, I said, "You will find out tonight
my dear," and I kissed her very tenderly.
Her hand slid to my erection. Looking into my eyes
she asked, "Do I need to wait that long?"
Without giving any warning, I pulled Carol into the
tub with me. Water splashed over the sides, Carol was
screaming and laughing at the same time. As she
maneuvered on top of me, she straddled my hips and
when she straightened up, my penis entered her
vagina, (like Junior had eyes.) Carol's eyes went wide
open and a big smile appeared when she realized
what had happened. Crushing her breasts against me,
she said, "Jeff, I have wanted you from the first
moment we started communicating."
We didn't say another word as our bodies and
emotions took over; we were being controlled by some
outside force. As our orgasm's subsided, I started
crying. Carol held me tight and let me cry myself out.
She pulled me from the bath, and while drying me off,
Carol kissed me and said, "Jeff, I love you."
I leaped into her arms and cried, "Carol, I love you
too."
The dam broke again...I couldn't hold back my tears
as my emotions took over. Carol walked me to the
bed and just held me as I cried and cried and cried. I
must have drifted off because I woke when Carol
slipped back into bed. She had made some snacks and
a couple of drinks.
Carol handed me a damp wash cloth and I wiped
away my dried tears. She handed me a tissue and I
blew my nose.
"Feel better?" she asked.
"Much better. I can't remember ever letting go of my
emotions like that. I'm always in control...'men don't
cry!'...I didn't even cry when my dad died, (I was
thinking, I don't remember my dad dying.)"
Carol said, "I think we would have a much better
world to live in if men were in touch with their
feelings."
"But Carol, I'm happy...I'm not sad, why did I cry like
that?"
She started nibbling my ear lobe and whispered in my
ear "you're in love." I held her closely. I didn't say
anything. I didn't have to, our bodies melting
together said it all.
As we held each other, I started telling her about
myself, about my life, my likes and dislikes. I was
telling her everything. I was pouring my heart out to
her. When I finished, she knew more about me then
my mother. She didn't ask any questions. She
listened and supported me.
"Are we bonding?" I asked.
"I think so," she answered, with a smile on her face.
As we walked into the "Las Vegas Mall," Carol
apologized for the hundredth time about my hair,
saying the bath oil must have taken the curl out. I
thought it looked OK, she had pulled it into a ponytail
which is how I wear it all the time anyway. We were
just window-shopping and enjoying the afternoon
when Carol pulled me into a beauty parlor. She
introduced me to her beautician. Candy held my
hand, pulling me along with her to her station, I had
never been in a beauty parlor I was scared.
Carol kissed me and said, "Let Candy work her
magic. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
I looked at her with a big question in my eyes and
whispered, "I thought we were going to buy Jeff some
clothes?"
Carol looked up at Candy and said, "Would you
excuse us for a few minutes please?"
"Honey! I believe you have just started to open up
and relax, I know you are just beginning to learn
about your emotions. I also think a few more days of
being a woman and in touch with your femininity will
be a positive experience."
"But people will think I'm a punk, a pussy!" I said.
"Bullshit! It only matters what you feel, what I feel.
No one else matters," she said. I knew she was right.
I loved what had transpired in the last couple of days.
I didn't want that to end anytime soon, I just needed
some gentle nudging and reinforcement.
"OK, let's do it," I said. "Call Candy back."
Carol kissed me and told Candy, "She's all yours."
I was going to get a complete make over, after Candy
washed and conditioned my hair, two other girls came
over they started giving me a pedicure, and manicure
with acrylic nails. While I was under the dryer,
Candy started giving me a facial.
"I can't do a lot while you're under the dryer because
of the heat," she said.
(I was enjoying the attention I was getting, maybe too
much?) Looking at the finished product, I was in awe
again.
"I didn't know you were going to dye my hair," I said
to Candy.
"It's just a rinse...it brings out your natural hair color;
most men ruin their hair by not taking care of it," she
answered.
I looked at her, my eyes wide in fear, "You know?" I
asked.
"Of course, Carol told me, but no one else even
suspects; to them you're a very nice looking pregnant
woman."
I stood up and gave her a hug and said, "Thank you."
Carol gave me a wolf whistle as I walked up to the
cashier. "Alice you look really good, how do you like
it?"
" I don't like it," I said, "I love it!"
"Where are your earrings?" Carol asked.
"In my purse, they pinch."
"If they were pierced, they wouldn't hurt," she said.
"Yeah right," I answered.
Candy piped in and said, "She's right, clip-on earrings
were designed as a torture device."
We were laughing as Carol and I walked into the
Mall.
Carol pulled me into Nordstrom's where she bought
me a pair of open toe pumps and a lighter shade of
nylons to show off my toes. The sales lady
complemented my feet.
"No one has ever complemented my feet before," I
whispered to Carol. She giggled and said, "Get used
to it!"
We had passed a half a dozen jewelry stores. I
couldn't take it anymore. I pulled Carol in saying,
"What do I do to pierce my ears?"
"You don't do anything except pick the studs you
want."
We selected a pair of diamond studs; they used a
hollow needle to pierce my ears. The girls were right,
they stung but didn't hurt. I pulled my Visa out and
the sales lady asked for ID since the card is in my
"husband's" name.
"I don't have any ID, my purse was stolen. That's why
I have my husband's wallet with me," I said, showing
her a well worn wallet.
"I'm sorry," she said, "If the card goes through, I will
have you sign his name."
I signed "Alice A. Sinclair (for Jeff Sinclair)."
"Signing Jeff's name would be fraud," I told the sales
lady.
As we walked back into the mall, I told Carol I need
to get some ID if we are driving to Oregon, and
remind me to call the credit card company. I don't
want them rejecting that purchase. She poked me in
the ribs and said, "You're a quick thinker, I would
have panicked if that happened to me."
I just shrugged my shoulders.
We had finished a wonderful meal and we were
talking over coffee; with a smile on my face. I said,
?Carol you're one sneaky broad."
She batted her eyes
at me and answered with her hand on her chest,
"ME?"
?Yes you! It just dawned on me why you had
me wear that Sanitary Napkin. You knew those girls
would help me remove my pantyhose. Did it hide
Junior? You knew it would! They commented about
leakage women have to endure when your baby steps
on your bladder. I was so embarrassed.?
We were laughing as Carol paid the bill and we headed
to the car
and home.
Carol called Sylvia and told her she wouldn't be in to
work tomorrow; she would take another day off.
?You can do that when you're the boss,? I said.
?It's Sylvia's store?I became the owner when she
needed financial
help, she's paying me back, and will have me out of
her hair in a year or two.?
We passed on a nightcap and got ready for bed. We
made tender love to each
other, Carol showing me a few tricks (and I thought I
had seen it all.)
I woke up first and slipped out of bed. I was going to
cook an omelet and feed Carol breakfast in bed. It was
almost done when Sylvia appeared saying, "Jeez that
smells good!"
She slipped her arm around my waist, kissing me on
my cheek and said, ?You shouldn't have.?
?I didn't!? I answered, ?It's for Carol.?
Seeing her pout, I gave in. ? OK, sit down?I'll fix
another for Carol.?
As she was eating and I was cooking, Sylvia noticed
my ears, nails, and makeover.
?You seem to be very comfortable as a woman, are you
sure you've never done this before??
?I'm sure,? I answered
I guess Carol saw something I didn't know existed.
What did I see?
Carol said, as she entered the kitchen, ?I see you
feeding my sister before me,? she pouted.
?It's OK, honey, I couldn't let this ?derelict? go
hungry.? Sylvia stuck her tongue out as Carol and I
embraced. ?Have you set a date yet?? she asked.
?How does she know?? I asked Carol. ?It's written all
over your face,? Carol answered.
They both were busting a gut as I went to the mirror
to look. Oh shit! I've been had, I thought! We were all
laughing, eating, and having one hell of a good time.
Sylvia put her dishes in the sink, kissed each of us,
and said, ?I'll leave you two lovebirds alone and go
open the store. What else can you do, Jeff, besides
cook?? she asked looking over her shoulder as she
headed downstairs?
Sylvia was out of sight when Carol asked, ?Yes what
else can you do, Jeff??
I can cook, clean, do the laundry, iron, and sew,? I
said.
?Where did you learn all of that, in the Army?? she
asked.
?No, my mother taught me. I fought her every
step of the way because it wasn't ?manly,? but being a
bachelor, it has come in handy and shocked a few
women along the way.?
?I can just imagine, Carol said.
We were dressed, I had made my calls, and Carol had
cleaned the kitchen. She was sitting at the table
drinking coffee when I came out of the bedroom.
Lifting my skirt, I dropped to one knee, looking at
Carol, and said, ?I've always thought I would do this
dressed as a man, but I can't wait. Carol Marie
Mason, will you marry me, Jeffery Jason Sinclair. Will
you become my wife?"
I said all of that while I was slipping her engagement
ring on her finger.
Carol screamed, ?YES!? She pulled me to her and we
both started crying. Hearing the screams, Sylvia ran
up the stairs and found us in a tight embrace. She saw
the "Rock" on Carol's finger. She started screaming.
What a sight we must have made, three women
screaming, crying, jumping up and down, and
hugging.
When we all calmed down and repairs had been made
to our makeup, Carol asked when I bought this.
?We were together all day,? she said.
?When they took me into the back room to pierce my
ears I told her what I wanted to do; her assistant got
your ring size, everything went off with military
precision."
?You told them you were a man??
?Yes and I had received pre-approval from the credit
card company.?
"And you had the ?balls? to call me a sneaky broad!"
Carol said! We laughed and hugged, then escorted
Sylvia into the store; a few eyebrows were raised as
Sylvia announced we were engaged. One lady ran out
of the store when Sylvia said to her, "Carol and Alice
just got engaged.?
Carol said, ?If we?re going to the DMV, we had best
get out of here before you run all your customers off.?
Two days later, I had credit cards and a driver's license
in the name of Alice Ann Sinclair. The only thing
missing was a social security card. Carol and I had
packed her car and were heading north. Sylvia made
both of us promise her we wouldn't get married
without her being there. We had a wonderful trip and
we were tempted to tie the knot in Reno, but we didn't.
I took Carol to my house where we unpacked and
freshened up before calling my mom. I told her to
meet us at the Valley River Inn for dinner. I left Carol
at the table alone when Mom arrived. I could see them
hug and kiss. Mom spotted the ring right off. It's now
or never, I said to myself, as Alice got up the nerve to
face her mother. When I approached the table, mom's
hand flew to her mouth. ?Oh my God!? she exclaimed.
?My God, Jeffery, your pretty,? she said, as I hugged
her.
?It's Alice,? I said, as I sat down. Mom said,
?Somebody has some explaining to do and fast!? Carol
and I finished the whole story by the time we had
finished eating. Mom was all right with my
transformation. She even said she had prayed that I
would have been born a girl, and went on to say, up
until I was three or four years old, she dressed me in
dresses whenever she could. ?Your father put his foot
down somewhere around then. He wanted you to be a
man, not a wimp. I was able to dress you as a girl for
Halloween, but that was about it,? she said.
?Gee mom, I don't remember any of that, not even
Halloween,? I said.
?Honey, you wouldn't! You were in the accident that
claimed your father's life?let's see you were 7 or 8, no,
you had just turned 8. You were in a coma for two
weeks and had total memory loss. I had to teach you
everything, how to eat, how to dress, how to talk, how
to walk, I even had to potty-train you again, you were
a ?tad big!? I had to use the floor as a diaper table.?
(Carol giggled as that picture developed in her mind.)
(Mom was deep in thought as she recalled the events
and sorted out the proper sequence.)
?All of your doctors were a great help; one day a
psychiatrist was visiting, it was a very stressful day,
you had diarrhea, and I had put you in a dress to
simplify your diaper changing. He had me stop,
saying your mind was too fragile to receive mixed
messages. No mention of dresses was ever made
again. You were raised 100% as a boy, and later, you
grew into a fine young man.?
I reached over and gave mom a hug and said, Mom,
you?ve done a fantastic job, I love you."
I held her as she dried her tears. Carol broke our
trance by saying she would pay the bill and we could
continue this at home. In the parking lot, mom said,
?You kids go on, come over tomorrow, and I'll show
you some photo albums, I even had some home movies
transferred to video cassette. I was waiting to
embarrass you when you had children. Seeing you
dressed like this, I don't want to embarrass ?my
daughter,? I want to give you answers.? I held mom
tight and started crying; she comforted me as only a
mother can, and saying everything will be all right
"dear." She let go of me, and embraced Carol,
welcoming her into our family.
?I now have two daughters,? she said, as they hugged
and kissed.
When we got home, I needed a drink. I hadn't said two
words, my mind was fighting, trying to remember.
Carol sensed this, holding me tightly, she said, "Don't
tear yourself apart. Tomorrow you will see a stranger
that hasn't been part of your life. Your memories may
return or they may not. But the question of why
you're so comfortable dressed as a woman will be
answered.?
We kissed and hugged, and after the longest time, we
got ready for bed. In bed, I pulled Carol to me, ?Will
you hold me? I need to be held!?
I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. As I
stumbled into the kitchen, I came up behind Carol and
gave her such a tight hug, she squeaked. As she turned
into my embrace, she kissed me, saying, ?Good
morning, Honey. Sit down, your breakfast is almost
ready.?
Without taking a breath, she asked, "Did you wash
your hands?" I went back to the bathroom without
making a comment, but thinking, ?how do they do that,
how do they know?? When we had finished, Carol
asked, "Who is Jenny?"
I thought for a moment and
answered, "I don't know. To my knowledge, I've never
dated a Jenny, why do you ask??
?You were talking in your sleep and kept repeating
?Jenny is pretty.??
I just shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
As we were dressing, I went to my closet and selected
male attire for today. I had removed all makeup,
brushed my hair into a ponytail, removed my nail
polish, removed my earrings, and Jeff got dressed (I
kept my panties and pantyhose on.) Carol was
watching me and said, ?This is the second time I've
seen Jeff dressed.? I smiled at her and said, ?Alice
needs a few days off and I want to show you off to my
friends. They don't need to know about Alice.?
As we were finishing, she held up my hand and asked,
?Do you want me to trim these down??
?No they're only a little longer then normal.?
(Mom was surprised when she saw her son at the
door.) ?I was expecting Alice to come over,? mom
said.
?Mom, I believe I need to face my past as a man, so far
I feel like I can switch whenever I want. But I need
yours and Carol's support as I look into my past.?
Mom said, ?I invited a doctor friend over. She is an
MD and has been a big help over the years. If Susan
hadn't been here when they plastered your picture on
TV, I know I would have lost it.?
The doorbell rang and mom made the introductions.
Susan was looking at me and said, ?I expected to see a
pregnant woman today, the way your mother was
talking last night.?
?Yeah, that's what she said when we arrived,? I
answered.
Mom had me looking at pictures that meant nothing to
me. I didn't recognize anyone. She kept pointing out
?that's me, that's your father, that's you, that's you
dressed as Jenny.? My body tensed and I started to cry.
(Carol told them about me talking in my sleep last
night and repeating "Jenny's pretty.")
?Whenever I dressed you as a girl, Jenny was your
name,? mom said, ?and Jenny was pretty."
She turned on the VCR and more of the same; she even
had pictures of an 8-year old boy getting his diaper
changed, which caused me to blush and the girls to
giggle and laugh. I was starring into space as the VCR
shut off. Carol held me tightly and broke my trance by
asking, ?Are you all right,
honey??
?Yes! The pictures mean nothing to me, except the
name and diaper changing, that floor was hard!?
Mom offered the pictures to me, but I declined.
?You keep them, mom, I know where they are if I want
them.?
We chatted a little bit and I decided it was time to
show Carol off to my friends. We said our good-
byes and left.
As we were heading for my favorite hangout, I said I
now know why I didn't cry when my dad died I wasn't
there, I was in a coma. Carol looked at me and asked,
?Are you sure you want to do this? We can go home if
you want.?
?No, I'll be fine,? I answered as we pulled into
the bowling alley parking lot. A bunch of my friends
were there, it was "league night." Everyone
congratulated us on our engagement. Three of my
female friends pointed out the holes in my ears and
commented on my nails. I blushed each time and said,
?I'm in tune with my femininity.?
Janet, my ex, was the last to comment and we pulled
her to one side. I showed her a picture of Alice and
apologized for all the nasty things I had said. She
hugged Carol and I, then said, ?Carol, you've
accomplished something that I couldn't. Jeff really is a
sweet man once you penetrate his armor.?
Carol and I left, we stopped for a bite to eat,
then headed home.
Three days later, we had just returned from the coast
where we spent the day in Florence?Carol just loved
the Pacific Ocean, she loved everything about the
Pacific Northwest. After we unloaded the car, we
showered and changed into our lounge wear. We both
were in matching silk pajamas. I noticed the message
light on the phone blinking. As we stood there
listening to the playback, Janet started by saying, ?Jeff
you need to leave the room, this is for Carol and Alice?
(we snickered.) She had set up a Girls Night Out, we
were to meet at the "Train Station" for dinner, then
take in a play at the "Hult Center. " She went on to say,
?This is going to be dressy night out and dinner was set
for Friday night at six.? I squealed, ?Carol, we only
have three days!?
She pulled me to her and said, ?No problem, we have
two days to shop, then we can get our hair done on
Friday.?
I went to fix our drinks as Carol called Janet back to
confirm, she found out my mom and Susan were
invited also.
We found the perfect dress for Carol at the "Bon" and
the perfect dress for me at "Penney's." Carol got all
new lingerie at "Victoria's Secret" while I settled for
the "Maternity Shop." I made a vow to go on a diet; I
wanted to shop in "Victoria's Secret." No! I needed to
shop at "Victoria's Secret."
We were using my insurance check, they had finally
settled, for all of my belongings when the car blew up.
We each had new shoes, purses, earrings, necklaces,
everything was new, from our skin out. I told Carol
that I feel like Cinderella. She answered by saying; "I
know the feeling well." Thursday night, Carol helped
me remove all of my body hair with "Nair." After
applying a body lotion, we crashed. I was asleep the
moment Carol snuggled into my arms with her head on
my shoulder.
The big day has arrived. Whoopee, I mumbled, as I
forced myself to get up. Carol pulled me back into bed
and said, ?I thought you would be more excited.?
Falling into her embrace, I cried out, ?I am so scared,
scared to death?these are my friends, they will laugh
at me, they will ridicule me.?
I was bawling like a baby when Carol slapped me hard
and said, "Bullshit! No one has laughed at you! I have
seen nothing but support! Quit feeling sorry for
yourself!?
I was looking deeply into her eyes as she read me the
riot act.
?Honey, you?re right again, please forgive me for being
such a butt, I love you so much!? I told her.
We had our hair appointments set for noon so that all
we would need to do is dress once we got home. At
home there was a phone message from "Emerald
Limousine Service" saying they would be by to pick
us up at 5:45!
?Who ordered a limousine?? I asked
Carol.
She replied she didn't know. We were both
stunning, fully dressed, and we had time for a few
pictures while we waited for the limousine. I felt like
"royalty" as I was helped into the vehicle. Carol
entered behind me. We were giggling like schoolgirls
and the champagne didn't help. Our driver pulled up
to the Hilton Hotel, and as he helped us out he
handed us a note. The note said; "There has been a
change of plans, come inside. Love Mother."
S.I.B.C?
Author's Memo: In part III, what will or should
happen?
A surprise wedding shower?
A surprise dinner with husbands and boyfriends?
Or a "girl's night out" with a restaurant change?
Who said a surprise Wedding?
Help me decide, by doing this you may have input as
to where my story goes from here. Where will they
get married? Where will they live "'till death do us
part?" I hope you like Part 1 & 2; I received many
good comments at the end of chapter 1. Your
comments caused me to change my story line; I thank
you for that.
E-mail comments and suggestions to:
[email protected]
Love, Hugs and Kiss's.
Janet Jean
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