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Double Take
© 2003 by Nom de Plume
Episode One: Blue Water, Black Dress
Sandy Lane glanced at his Rip Curl watch as he paddled back
towards the lineup. Less then twenty seconds remaining in
his heat. Sandy had one good wave under his belt, but
unless he nailed another one, there was no way he was going
to make it into the finals.
He glanced over his right shoulder, and at first he
couldn't believe what he saw. The surf had been small all
morning, but looming behind him was the largest swell he
had ever seen. Sandy started paddling for all he was worth,
turning to his right to get into position before the wave
broke. He timed it perfectly, dropping in as the enormous
wave crested and broke around him. He was in free fall as
he stood up and plunged down the thirty-foot face, and he
disappeared into a canopy of water as the raging surf
engulfed him.
The judges and spectators thought he had wiped out until he
was blown out of the tube, still standing, his arms raised
in triumph. Awarded a perfect ten score on the wave of the
day, Sandy Lane was catapulted into the finals of the
Masters World Surfing Championship
He rode the shore break back in, still stoked over his
amazing performance, and he didn't see Buster Cruz
approaching him as he got out of the water. The reigning
champion, Cruz towered over the diminutive Lane, and his
face was livid with rage. He grabbed Sandy's shoulder and
spun him around. "Here's what happens to assholes who drop
in on me and snake my wave," Cruz said as he sucker punched
Sandy in the nose, knocking him clean off his feet. Sandy
was unconscious before his face went into the water.
* * *
Three days later, Sandy regained consciousness. He was
aware of a tube running out of his nose, and white gauze
interfered with his field of vision. When he tried to turn
his head, it felt like a cherry bomb went off inside his
skull. He fell back onto his pillows and lost consciousness
again.
When he finally came around for good, doctors, nurses, and
a police sergeant surrounded him. The doctors explained to
him that he was suffering from a severely broken nose and a
grade three concussion, and the sergeant told him that
Buster Cruz had been arrested and charged with aggravated
assault. When Sandy tried to speak, his voice was so weak
that the sergeant was unable to take a statement from him.
The doctors prescribed more rest, and Sandy returned to his
nightmares.
As the days passed, his strength gradually returned. The
first time his bandages were removed, the nurses recoiled
in obvious horror at the sight of his smashed nose. Sandy
Lane had been blessed with classic California good looks,
and with his shoulder-length blonde hair and slight
physique, he had sometimes been mistaken for a girl. Now
his perfect nose was plastered all over his face, and his
cheekbones and eye sockets were still badly swollen from
the impact of Buster's fist.
The doctors assured him that surgery to repair his face
would be scheduled as soon as the swelling went down enough
for them to operate. Sandy spent endless days lolling in
his hospital bed, bored out of his mind and overwhelmed
with despair over the end of his surfing season. At twenty-
four, he did not have that many good years left in him, and
whatever money he had managed to save was going to be eaten
up by his hospital bills. One thing was for sure, the
meager income which he used to make from modeling wetsuits
and board shorts would dry up when his sponsors got a good
look at his face.
Even his return to pro surfing was in doubt, since Buster
Cruz had made veiled threats that if he ever ran into Sandy
Lane again, he would finish the job. Cruz had lost most of
his sponsors, and was facing a possible jail term, all on
account of Sandy Lane. If Sandy did make it back on the
tour, he knew that Cruz would be laying for him.
A few days before his facial surgery was scheduled, Sandy
had a visitor. She was tall, thin, high-strung, and well
dressed. She surveyed his broken face with professional
interest as he studied her card. Her name was Darla Palmer,
and she was an Assistant Executive Producer for a Hollywood
studio. Sandy was surprised when she took a digital camera
out of her purse and snapped a picture of him.
"Casting for a new horror film?" he asked her. "I can play
the monster without any makeup."
"Not quite. When are you supposed to get your nose fixed?"
"Day after tomorrow."
"I'll be back before then."
* * *
"Amazing. Just uncanny," Darla Palmer said as she studied
the photographs in front of her. A techie from the computer
lab hovered over her shoulder as she glanced back and forth
between three separate photos, lined up side by side on her
polished rosewood desk. On the far left was the picture she
had taken of Sandy Lane in his hospital room. On the far
right was a studio portrait of Ashley Vaughn, a rising
starlet who had just been signed for the lead role in Wet
Girls, an upcoming television series about a female surfing
professional. And in the center was a digitally recreated
photograph of Sandy Lane, with a new nose. It was
indistinguishable from the photograph of Ashley Vaughn.
"All I did was morph Ashley's nose onto the picture you
gave me, and presto!" the techie was saying. Darla reached
into a file drawer beside her desk and pulled out a buff
manila folder. She took out a sheet of paper with Ashley's
vital statistics, and compared it with a profile on Sandy
Lane from Surfer magazine. "Age: Ashley 23, Sandy 24. Eyes:
Ashley blue, Sandy blue. Hair: Ashley blonde, Sandy blonde.
Height: Ashley 5' 7", Sandy 5' 7". Weight: Ashley 125
pounds, Sandy 135 pounds...nothing that a little diet
couldn't take care of."
"Sex?" asked the techie.
"You are sworn to secrecy about this, or I'll have your
job. Got it?"
"Sure, Miss Palmer. I won't breathe a word. What are you up
to?"
"Ashley Vaughn is a lovely girl, but she has zero athletic
ability. We've been pulling our hair out trying to find a
stunt double for her surfing scenes in Wet Girls. I think
we just found him...or rather, her."
* * *
Sandy's operation was canceled, and a few days later he was
flown in a private jet to a clinic in Palm Springs, where
his plastic surgery was to be performed. During the flight,
he tried to get through the thick contract, which Darla
Palmer had given him to read on the plane. He was so stoked
about the prospect of making some serious money as a stunt
double that he only glanced through it. The print was very
small, and a lot of the words he could not understand.
Sandy knew that they wanted him to do surfing scenes for
Ashley Vaughn in a television series about a girl surfer,
and he thought that was kind of cool. One of his buddies
was still bragging about the bread he scored by putting on
a bikini and surfing the big wave scenes in Blue Crush, and
Sandy was looking forward to being surfer rich for a
change. He was used to eking out an existence from
tournament to tournament, and the idea of getting paid
serious money to be in the water, surrounded by pretty
actresses, was too good to pass up. He signed the contract
in duplicate after struggling through the first few pages.
His surgery took place the next morning. Once again, he
woke up with gauze wrapped around his face and a tube
running out of his nose; only this time he was in a private
room, with nonstop service and plenty of surfing magazines
and videos to amuse him. The days passed quickly, until
Darla Palmer showed up one morning with a nurse and a
doctor in tow. "Ready to see the new you?" Darla asked.
"Sure, anything would be an improvement over the way I
looked after Buster flattened me. Will I recognize myself?"
"I told you, Sandy, that we were going to make some changes
to help you with your acting. Don't worry, if you don't
like it, we can always change it again after we finish with
the series. Right, doctor?"
"Of course. Let's see how we've done." The doctor and Darla
watched as the nurse snipped the gauze with a pair of long
scissors and gently began to unravel the bandage. When she
pulled off the last of it, both Darla and the nurse gasped
as the doctor nodded his approval.
"What is it?" Sandy asked in alarm.
"Oh my God, he's a dead ringer for that girl who's waiting
outside," the nurse blurted out.
"What are you talking about?" Sandy asked.
The doctor produced a mirror. "See for yourself, Mr. Lane."
Sandy took the mirror and stared at his reflection in
shock. He now had the cute, upturned nose of Ashley Vaughn.
With his long blonde hair, he looked just like her.
"Of course, you'll look a lot better after we do something
with your hair," Darla said. "Would you care to meet your
twin?"
Sandy lay speechless in bed as Darla left, returning a
moment later with Ashley Vaughn. "Ashley, meet Sandy,"
Darla said in triumph.
Ashley's jaw dropped when she saw Sandy's face. "Wow, he's
perfect." She stuck out her hand and Sandy awkwardly took
it. "This is going to be so cool."
"Stand up, Sandy, and let's get a good look at you," Darla
said after the doctor left the room. Sandy was in a daze as
he got up, feeling slightly self-conscious in his hospital
gown.
Ashley walked around him slowly with her chin in her hands.
"He's gotta go on a diet," she said matter-of-factly. "His
legs are nice. Once he shaves them, he'll be just fine from
a distance, don't you think?"
"Shave my legs?" Sandy asked. "Nobody said anything about
that."
"Didn't you read your contract? If I'm not mistaken, it
specifies full body waxing for the duration of the series."
Darla knew she was not mistaken, since she had written the
contract herself.
What else was in that contract, Sandy wondered, as the
enormity of his predicament began to sink in. These people
were expecting him to pass as a girl. At least it wasn't
full time, he said to himself, as he watched them study him
like a department store mannequin.
"Let me see you walk across the room," Ashley said. Without
protest, Sandy walked a few steps and turned around to face
her.
"He's gonna need some coaching," Ashley said.
"I know, don't worry. Starting next week, we have him
scheduled for three hours a day with Max Perscheid. He used
to be one of the top choreographers on Broadway before he
semi-retired to Malibu. We're going to use his beach house
as our base of operations for the next few weeks."
"Base of operations? For what?"
" While you're learning how to surf, Sandy will be learning
how to be a girl."
* * *
Two weeks later, Ashley Vaughn caught her first wave, and
Sandy Lane wore his first dress. He had subjected himself
to hours of ballet and deportment lessons, tolerated the
agonizing removal of all of his body hair, watched as his
mop of blonde hair was styled into a layered shag, suffered
through manicures and pedicures, and endured the piercing
of his ears. The crash diet Darla Palmer put him on
resulted in the loss of almost ten pounds from his already
skinny frame, and when he put on a girl's swim suit for the
first time, he passed inspection with flying colors. Some
strategic padding, a lot of makeup, and he was ready for
his action scenes as Pepper Reef, the lead character in Wet
Girls.
Meanwhile, Ashley was working diligently at her surfing.
The studio had paid a full-time instructor to work with
her, but she was getting nowhere until Sandy took her aside
one day and asked her to describe her problems. After he
listened for a few minutes, he told her to meet him down on
the beach right after lunch. When she got there, he was
waiting for her, dressed in his powder blue woman's
wetsuit, with a longer surfboard than she was used to. In
their wetsuits, they looked like identical twins, and Sandy
swam beside her as she paddled out beyond the shore break.
Ashley was exhausted from the effort, and Sandy made her
wait and rest for a few minutes before he pointed her board
towards the shore. "Just hang there until I say ?Go,'"
Sandy told her, and Ashley did as she was told. When Sandy
saw a perfect swell approaching, he gave her board a mighty
shove and shouted, ?Go, go!'" Ashley paddled like crazy,
and as Sandy had instructed her, she waited until her board
became rock steady as it caught the wave. When she tried to
get up, it was as simple as standing on a sidewalk. She was
laughing and shouting in pure, unadulterated joy as she
rode the wave almost to shore.
The entire crew was applauding them from the beach. It was
not necessary for Ashley to become a proficient surfer, but
the network desperately wanted a few shots of her standing
on a board to weave into the scenes that Sandy would
perform. Sandy was rewarded with a hug and a kiss from
Ashley when he caught up with her. Although the kiss was
purely platonic, a seed had been planted, and it began to
grow from that moment.
As for Sandy's dress, a scene in the opening episode of Wet
Girls called for Pepper Reef to run into the surf in her
street clothes to rescue a drowning child. Sandy spent
hours in makeup and wardrobe, getting fitted with a short
sundress and high-heeled sandals. Ashley was decked out in
an identical outfit, and Sandy milled around awkwardly in
his dress and heels as Ashley filmed her scenes. When the
time came for Pepper Reef to dash into the surf, Sandy took
over for Ashley, kicking off his sandals and running
through the waves as the cameras rolled. When he carried
the child out of the water, Ashley took over again, and
Sandy had fun getting her good and wet before the cameras
started filming again.
The shooting schedule was incredibly hectic, and Sandy
barely had time to think about the crazy way his life was
going. Up at four o'clock every morning to put on a woman's
swimsuit or wetsuit, hours getting his hair and makeup
done, more hours standing around doing nothing as Ashley
and the other actors filmed their scenes, long breaks spent
sitting around in women's clothing with Ashley and the
other actors, and finally to bed with his reading
assignment for the next day's shooting.
Sandy and Ashley were too exhausted to spend any quality
time together, but they did come up with an amusing game to
help pass the time. Periodically, Sandy and Ashley would
swap trailers, and wait to see how long it would take the
other members of the cast and crew to figure out who was
who. They were getting very good at passing for one another
when disaster struck.
It was the last day of filming for the season, and Sandy
was scheduled to perform a particularly hairy stunt that
had him diving off Santa Monica Pier to disable a runaway
Jet Ski. Ashley insisted on taking his place on the pier,
thinking it would be fun to dive off it into Santa Monica
Bay before Sandy finished the scene. But when she hit the
water, a sudden swell tossed her against a piling, and
something snapped.
It took a few seconds before the crew realized that
something was wrong, and it wasn't until Sandy dove off the
pier that they knew what was happening. By then, it was
almost too late. Sandy grabbed Ashley and towed her towards
shore until a small boat was found to rescue her. It didn't
take the paramedics long to diagnose her condition. The
impact with the pier had broken her left leg in two places.
Darla Palmer was beside herself. They had one more scene to
film with Ashley, involving her in a close-up with another
actor. Sandy was sitting around his trailer with a hangdog
expression when she came in without knocking.
"How could you have let her do that?" Darla shouted.
"She's a big girl, she does what she wants to."
"Well, you should have stopped her."
"She's the star. I'm just a stunt double, remember?"
"Not any more?"
"What are you talking about? Am I fired?"
"No, you're not fired, although I'd love to do it. You've
just been promoted."
"Promoted?"
"That's right. Get off your ass and get into wardrobe.
You're going to shoot Ashley's scene for her."
Sandy froze. He knew what was in the script. "I can't do
that. I mean, she's got that big love scene..."
"She doesn't have that big love scene. You've got that big
love scene. Now get going, Missy. It's going to cost the
studio a fortune if we can't wrap this week."
"You can't make me do this."
"Read your contract."
* * *
Sandy was in a trance as the minions went to work on him.
The final episode of the season ended with Pepper Reef
going to an exclusive Beverly Hills restaurant with her
dream guy, played by a journeyman actor named Randy
Romaine. Randy was the consummate professional, and Darla
had no worries about him. The question was whether Sandy
could pull off the switch.
For the first time, he was going to have to really pass as
a woman. He had gotten by for months wearing wetsuits and
swimsuits, never spending more than a few minutes before
the camera, and never opening his mouth. They would be able
to dub Ashley's voice over his during final editing, but
the acting would be all his. Sandy had proven that he could
fool the cast and crew, but would he be able to fool the
camera?
It began with a complete body waxing. Sandy was used to
these by now, but this time they went to special lengths,
including his face and neck, followed by a meticulous
tweezing of his eyebrows. His hair was washed, shampooed
and styled into Ashley Vaughn's trademark shag, his nails
were polished and buffed, and his makeup session was far
more intense than anything he had previously experienced.
Other than the one dress Sandy had put on during the first
day of filming, he had never worn anything but beach
clothes. At Darla's request, his new wardrobe was laid out
for him in his trailer, and it was with trepidation that he
closed the door behind him while the crew waited
impatiently outside.
For the first time, he was introduced to women's lingerie.
His panties were specially padded to give him a rounded ass
and to flatten his front, much like his custom-made
swimsuits and wetsuits, and his padded bra gave him the
same illusion of cleavage. But his slip and stockings were
like nothing he'd ever experienced. He could feel his penis
struggling in confusion as he slid the delicate nylons up
his smooth legs, and he almost had an orgasm when he
stepped into his lacy slip and pulled the delicious fabric
against his sensitive skin.
Pepper Reef's little black dress had a zipper in the back
and a clasp at the top. Sandy managed to get the dress over
his head without mussing his hair, and he tugged it into
place before reaching back to zip and fasten it. He
wondered how women who were not professional athletes ever
managed to dress themselves. Then he sat down to put on his
black 3" pumps. His stockinged feet slid into them nicely,
and he took a few practice steps to make sure he would be
able to handle them. For some reason, he felt completely
comfortable in his new clothing, and a strange inner peace
came over him as he stood before the full-length mirror and
surveyed the finished product. The girl looking back at him
was a TV star.
When Sandy opened the door to his trailer and stepped
confidently outside, he was greeted by cheers from the
crew. A wardrobe person fussed with him briefly, adding
some jewelry and switching his earrings to match, and then
he was taken to the sound stage and shown his place on the
set. The scene had been hastily rewritten to eliminate most
of Pepper's lines. All she had to do was look beautiful
while Randy Romaine told her how much he loved her, and let
him kiss her as the camera faded to black. They pulled it
off in one take.
* * *
After filming wrapped, Sandy hung around for the cast and
crew party in his dress, enjoying the compliments while he
reveled in the sensations of being a pretty girl. But there
was someplace else he needed to be, so he said his goodbyes
and hopped into a studio limousine for the short ride to
the hospital where Ashley was recovering.
Total strangers mobbed him when he got out of the
limousine, and it took him a few seconds before he realized
that they thought he was Ashley Vaughn. He signed some
autographs with a girlish scribble before he excused
himself as politely as he could, limiting himself to a few
short phrases in Ashley's soft voice. He knew her room
number, and he stole quietly down the hallway to her door.
Ashley was lying in bed, where she had cried herself to
sleep. Her leg was in a cast, held up by two cables a few
inches above her bed. Sandy closed the door behind him and
stole quietly to her bedside. "Hey," he said in his own
voice.
She looked up, and at first she didn't realize it was him.
Then the biggest smile came over her face, and she started
to giggle uncontrollably as he did a curtsy for her. "Look
at you!" she said.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Why should I be mad at you? You saved my life."
"I stole your big love scene today."
"So I heard. I couldn't believe it when Darla told me you
were going to go through with it. You saved her life, too."
"All in a day's work for a fearless stunt double."
"Did you have fun?"
"He's a good kisser."
"Oh yeah? Come here, Missy. I'll show you what a good kiss
is." Sandy leaned over her, and she kissed him tenderly. He
kissed her back the same way, feeling a sweet spike of
arousal as his penis ached for the woman he had become.
When they finally broke it off, she said, "I've mussed your
lipstick. Here, let me fix it." She took a corner of her
sheet and wiped the smudges off his beautiful face.
Sandy pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat down,
carefully crossing his legs after he smoothed his dress
beneath himself. "Are you as weirded out by this as I am?"
he asked her.
"Yeah, but I'm loving it! I was so bummed before you came
in."
"How long are you in here?"
"At least a week, and then it's another five weeks before I
get the cast off. I'm going to need some physical therapy,
but I should be ready to go for the next season."
"What makes you think the network's going to renew us?"
"Darla swore me to secrecy. She wanted to cheer me up, I
guess. It's going to be announced next week You know what
that means, don't you?"
"What?"
"You're gong to have to be a girl for another whole year."
"No way."
"I'm sure it's in your contract. You know, that contract
you never read."
Sandy was secretly thrilled at the prospect. "Aren't you
worried that I'll steal some more of your scenes?"
"Try it, and I'll tell Buster Cruz where he can find you.
You might just wind up a girl permanently."
They bantered through the night like sisters, nourishing
the seed that was planted the day Ashley caught her first
wave, and Sandy wore his first dress.
To be continued...don't miss Part 2: Summer Girl, Fall Guy.
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