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Gaby
Part 1
Gaby's Entrance
By Maddy Bell
"Come on, if you don't hurry up we won't get there in
time."
My mom was chomping at the bit and I was dragging my heels.
I had ridden this charity Christmas event the last two
years; both in my normal race kit but this year Mum
insisted I ride on the tandem with her and in fancy dress!
Well I'm not exactly a big dress up fan but Mum was
emphatic and said she knew just the outfits we would wear.
"I look plain stupid in this."
"No you don't, come here let me fix your lipstick."
I submitted to her ministrations and caught a glance of
myself in the mirror. Cringe. At least, I thought, I wasn't
too obviously myself, and once we got going no one would
really be able to tell who was in the costume. Oh the
costume, well Mum had come up with a corker, she was decked
out as Xena and I got the role of blonde sidekick,
Gabrielle!
I decided that I had to bite the bullet so I followed Mom
out of the camper and we mounted up and headed for the
start area. It felt really weird with 'my' skirt flapping
around, 'my' boobs bobbing around and the blonde tresses of
'my' hair swirling behind my head. Although underneath I
wore my regular Lycra(r) shorts under the skirt I still
felt exposed.
We passed assorted Batmen, doctors, nurses, cowboys,
policemen etc, everyone had made an effort to look good.
The more serious, un-costumed, competitors would start
after us on two laps of a ten mile circuit so that we would
just start the second lap as the first serious rider
started. We were number seven and we got to the line just
in time due to my tardiness. So far no one had got a good
look at me.
"Okay miss?" the starter asked
"Er... yes thanks."
"Ready Gaby?"
"Yes mum."
I didn't really listen to what either had said and until we
were on our way I didn't realise that they both referred to
me in a female form. I guessed the starter wouldn't know
different as we were entered as Xena and Gaby, but mum!
Well I started to concentrate on my riding a bit more and
soon we were dashing around the Cheshire countryside at a
slick twenty-five mph, mum's no slouch and despite my
slight build I was quite accomplished myself. We caught the
couple who started a minute before us, Mickey and Minnie,
then just before we finished lap one we passed the Keystone
Cops!
By now I had forgotten about what I was wearing, we were
getting cheered by spectators and I was too engrossed in
what I was doing to listen to what they called out. We were
about a mile into our second lap when the first of the
serious teams passed us, I couldn't help but hear the 'keep
it up ladies' from their pilot as they slowly drew past.
Although not really a race, the fancy dress competitors
still had that urge to go as quick as possible. Some were
encumbered by their costumes, Tower Bridge was one example,
but our closer fitting costumes allowed us to race along
almost unhindered. So it was that by the time we reached
the finish, we had caught another three teams and we
finished to a great cheer from the gallery of cyclists and
locals that lined the finish area.
Mum steered us back to the village hall and our camper but
before we reached it one of the officials flagged us down.
"Great ride ladies, I know you will want to shower and
change but could you stay in costume until after the
presentations?"
Mum answered straight away. "Sure, that's no problem."
"Thanks a lot, great costumes by the way."
We pedalled off to the van.
"Muuum that means I will have to walk round like this for
an hour." I whined
"There are lots of people in costume."
"Yeah but I'm dressed as a girl."
"So, lots of people do that for charity events, look how
many guys dress in girls stuff for fun runs and marathons."
"Yeah but..."
"No buts, and anyway you don't look like a boy in girl's
clothes, you actually look quite cute."
"Mum!"
"You do, everyone round the course thought so, they
probably think you're my daughter."
I helped mum stow the tandem and got inside to warm up a
bit. Despite the time of year the weather was really mild
but an hour racing about the countryside still left your
extremities cold. Mum insisted I had a quick wash as we had
to delay our showers, we did pong a bit from our efforts!
Mum put a pair of high sandals on and donned her track top,
then presented me with another lower heeled pair and a
fleece, I didn't realise it at first but it was mom's own
pink one.
"Lets touch your face up before we go in."
"Muuum!"
"Well you don't want anyone to recognise you do you?"
"Guess not."
"Well give over complaining then."
She fussed with my eyes, redid my lippy then before I could
argue spritzed me with her atomiser.
"At least you don't smell quite so sweaty now."
I knew arguing would do no good so I donned the sandals and
followed mum into the hall. If we had been at home I would
have died of embarrassment but fortunately we were only
here for the holidays so I didn't really know anyone here
although I had ridden in this area a couple of times in the
summer.
Keeping close to mum we exchanged our race number for
welcome cups of tea and a slice of stolen each. We went
over to the result board and to both of our surprise we had
been quickest in the costume category, our fifty eight
minute ride was close to most of the 'serious' teams that
had by now finished. My hopes of anonymity quickly
disappeared as other riders came to congratulate us on our
ride. Mum, well mum was just herself quickly getting into
conversation with several other women competitors; I stood
at her shoulder trying to be invisible.
Problem was that dressed as Gaby I was hard to miss,
particularly next to mum in her Xena garb. Mum had found
our costumes during one of her and dads fair trips, mum had
the full Xena with imitation metal bra, the lot, she had
donned a nude body stocking for a bit of warmth under the
fairly brief dress. I also got a body stocking with a suede
look mini-dress and a curly blonde wig clipped to my fairly
short dark hair. With the sandals, makeup and a sock
stuffed bra; I felt more than a bit self-conscious!
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming and supporting
us again this year. We've raised almost ?600 for this years
charity which is The Children's Society."
The crowd of which I was one clapped and whooped a bit.
"As you know we don't run to a prize list as such, that all
goes in the charity pot but our sponsors have put up a
restricted prize list just to encourage you back."
More chuckles and applause.
"Well we are doubly honoured today, Chris Jones from the CS
will present the prizes and the Argos (the local rag) will
take pictures and will be doing a spread in their Christmas
issue."
Another round of applause.
Then they started the presentation, fastest three, fastest
over forty, fastest under sixteen, lady and fastest three
teams on tandem. Each winners name and time was announced
and each received a round of cheering, most of the crowd
knew each other after all.
"Now we come to the fun bit, our fancy dress competitors. I
have to say that without your efforts this event would be
the sadder and donations around the course today have
boosted the total considerably due to your great costumes.
The costume prizes have been voted on by our spectators
both within the sport and general public, so you should all
feel proud of yourselves."
Loud cheering. I was getting a bit antsy now.
"As we were looking for costumes rather than speed the
prizes reflect that so in reverse order..."
He worked his way through the solo riders, best three
costumes, best in each category and just one prize for the
quickest. It was obvious that mum and I would have to go up
on the platform as quickest but when we were both surprised
when,
"Best tandem costume and fastest costume pair goes to Xena
and her sidekick Gaby. Come on up ladies."
Well you could have knocked me over with a feather.
Mum had to almost drag me to the stage, we took off our
jackets and then we were there in front of the crowd, press
and fellow competitors. We accepted our prizes, I was now
so embarrassed I didn't even attempt to correct the mc's
assumption of my gender. We had the photos done then the
photographer wanted a few group pictures outside and then
finally we were free to get changed.
Mum decided that we would shower at grandma's so we bade
our farewells and left to meet the rest of the family who
had gone to Chester for the day it being the last Sunday
before Christmas.
Maddy Bell 15.01.03
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