Summering in Femininity Part 1 A Bummer Summer
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Double Take
By Nom de Plume
© 2003
Episode Two: Summer Girl, Fall Guy
With his final paycheck from the first season of Wet Girls,
Sandy Lane finally had enough money to make the down
payment on an oceanfront condo. It had only one bedroom,
but it was right on the Esplanade in Redondo Beach, with a
sweeping white water view. Best of all, he could jump out
of bed and be in the surf in a matter of seconds. With most
of the summer free before they resumed shooting for the
second season, he had nothing to look forward to but sun,
sand and surf.
Except for one thing. His studio contract required him to
be available on short notice for publicity shots and
marketing sessions. There was talk about a photo shoot on
Waikiki Beach, with Pepper Reef riding the waves against
the background of Diamond Head. Sandy was stoked about
that, until he realized the ramifications. He was going to
have to keep his girlish figure, and his layered shag
hairdo, straight through the summer.
Sandy Lane had dropped out of sight after his violent run-
in with Buster Cruz during the semi-finals of the Masters
World Surfing Championship, and the surfing community had
written him off. His role as a stunt double for Ashley
Vaughn on the hit TV series Wet Girls was a deep Hollywood
secret, and Sandy intended to keep it that way until he
reemerged after the series ran its course.
Which presented Sandy with a big dilemma when he moved into
his condo. In order to maintain his cover with his new
neighbors, he resigned himself to living full time as a
woman. With a heavy heart, he packed up all of his guy
stuff and locked it away at a mini-storage facility in the
San Fernando Valley. His meager wardrobe now consisted of a
powder blue wetsuit, a few women's swim suits, and a pair
of shorts and a tee shirt that he was able to bum off of
Ashley Vaughn. At least his flip-flops were unisex.
Ashley was finally out of the hospital, recovering from her
broken leg at her house in the Hollywood Hills. As soon as
her leg was out of its cast, she was going to be working
day and night with a personal trainer to get back in shape
for the fall season. She took pity on Sandy when he
confided in her, and agreed to help him put together a
trousseau before he moved into his bachelor pad as a
bachelorette. When Sandy pulled into her driveway in his
new Audi convertible, Ashley was waiting for him at an
upstairs window.
She watched him slide his waxed legs out of the car and
perch his sunglasses on top of his blonde head as he waved
hello. It was still hard to believe that her exact twin was
really a guy. After months of lessons, his gestures and
movements were becoming more and more feminine, to the
point where Ashley and Sandy had been mistaken for each
other on the set of Wet Girls before her accident. It was a
good thing Sandy had taken to wearing wraparound sunglasses
whenever he went out, or he would have been mobbed by her
adoring public.
Ashley hobbled downstairs in her walking cast to greet him
with a peck on the cheek. "Hey, sister, how's the move
going?"
"Got a fridge and a phone. How's the leg?"
"It itches like crazy."
Even with her leg in a cast, Ashley Vaughn was drop-dead
gorgeous, and Sandy felt himself stirring as they stood
awkwardly in her smartly decorated foyer. He was
tantalizingly close to one of the hottest actresses in
Hollywood, in a relationship that was beyond strange. "You
look nice."
"Yeah, right." Sometimes she seemed to like him as guy, but
today he was just a girlfriend. "You ready to try on some
of my clothes?" Her master bedroom was on the ground floor,
and he followed her past a small kitchen to a bright and
airy room decorated in pink and yellow. Piles of skirts,
tops and dresses were strewn across the queen size bed.
"All this stuff was ready for the Goodwill anyway."
Sandy gulped while he took them in. "Do you really think I
need all that?"
"Well, it all depends. Knowing you, you're probably
planning to spend the entire summer on the beach. But what
if you need to go out? Like to buy food, for instance?"
"Can't I just get by with shorts or jeans?"
"Most of the time, sure. But what if the studio needs you
to go somewhere? We have my image to think about."
"Your image?"
"Sandy, you're a dead ringer for me. Without those
sunglasses, people are going to think you're Ashley Vaughn.
Unless you're planning to stay home every night."
Sandy hadn't thought about that. He'd go stir crazy cooped
up in his condo all summer. "I guess you're right."
"Good girl. Now take off your shirt and shorts." With a
shrug of resignation, Sandy pulled off his tee shirt, and
he blushed as he stepped out of his shorts. Ashley was
shocked to discover that he wasn't wearing any underwear,
and his penis was already at half mast.
"My God, look at you!" He wilted under her scorn, and she
rummaged through one of her lingerie drawers for an old
pair of cotton panties. "Put these on at once!" she
commanded, and he meekly complied. She eyed the tell-tale
bulge with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Are you
turned on by wearing my panties, or are you just happy to
see me?" she said, doing a perfect Mae West impression.
"Both," Sandy answered honestly.
Ashley was shaking her head as she returned to her drawer
and pulled out a wonder bra. "They padded you up pretty
good on the set, didn't they?" she asked rhetorically as
she waited for him to put his arms through the straps.
After she snapped him up from behind, she made sure the
cookies were inserted in each of the cups as she tugged
them into place. "There. You have your figure back."
Sandy's hard-on had vanished, and he looked almost natural
in his bra and panties.
Ashley pointed to her bed with a wave of her hand. "What
shall we try on first? Have you ever worn a skirt?"
"Uh, no," Sandy admitted.
"Okay, first things first. Let's try on a pair of my
shoes." Ashley looked under her bed and found a battered
pair of white skimmer flats. "Oh good, I thought I'd thrown
these away." Sandy tried them on, but his feet were too
wide for them. "No problem, we'll just go to Plan B,"
Ashley said, reaching into her lingerie drawer once again
for a pair of pantyhose. "Do you know how to put these on?"
"I can do it," Sandy said, trying to disguise his
enthusiasm. He sat down on the foot of her bed, and began
to ease Ashley's nylons up his sleek legs. Once again, the
sensation of sheer delight took him by surprise. His poor
brain was in a cauldron, sending mixed signals to his
bewildered penis: This feels so great! Whoa, down boy! What
will Ashley think?"
Ashley didn't know what to think as she watched his raging
member trying to break through her old panties. "Are we
having fun down there?" she finally asked.
Sandy was mortified. "A girl wants to dress me up in her
clothes. Does that make me a fag?" he stammered.
"I don't know, but it's making the girl hot," she said in a
sultry voice as she pulled Sandy's panties down to his
knees. His tortured penis sprang to attention, and she
teased it with her soft fingers as Sandy hung his head in
embarrassment. "We can't have you walking around like
this," she said matter-of-factly. "I've been wondering how
to thank you for saving my life. Here goes." With that, she
lowered her beautiful head, and took him into her mouth.
Sandy hadn't gotten laid since the night before Buster Cruz
put him in the hospital, and he exploded instantly, moaning
in ecstasy as the waves of pure, sweet pleasure went on and
on. Ashley rubbed his stockinged calves while she coaxed
the last drop out of him, and then she tucked him between
his legs and gently pulled his panties and hose up to his
waist.
Blown away, Sandy lay back on her bed, surrounded by a sea
of skirts and dresses as she sat down beside him. "Wouldn't
that have been ironic," she said. "I might have drowned
giving a blow job to the guy who pulled me out of the
water."
* * *
Two hours later, the trunk and back seat of Sandy's car
were crammed with Ashley's hand-me-downs, including shoes,
purses, and fashion jewelry. They were sitting at her
kitchen table having a light lunch as Ashley went over the
list she had made for him. "I've put enough makeup in this
bag to get you through the next few days, but you're going
to need to stock up on some essentials. Oh, and don't
forget to buy some undies and nylons. Here, I'll write down
your sizes. You can pick them up at any drugstore."
Sandy studied her list as she rambled on. "You shouldn't
need another haircut for at least a month," she was saying.
Neither one of them had said another word about what went
on between them in Ashley's bedroom, although each knew
that it had added a volatile ingredient to the strange bond
that was developing between them. "Let me see your driver's
license," Ashley said.
Sandy fished it out of the pocket of his shorts. "Hmm, not
bad," she said. "With your long hair, you look sort of like
a girl. Here, I have an idea." She reached into the
cosmetics bag on the kitchen table and took out some nail
polish. She shook the bottle, opened it, and applied a
strategic dab over the M. "There," she said as she blew on
the polish. "Sandy Lane. Sex: unknown."
* * *
One month later, Sandy had a long hot shower after surfing
for two hours off the Redondo jetty. It was mild at the
beach, as usual, but the forecast was for temperatures in
the high nineties in the Hollywood Hills. Sandy selected
the coolest clothes he could think of: panties, bra, a
short sundress and sandals.
Ashley was getting her cast off today, and Sandy intended
to surprise her with flowers and ask her out to dinner.
After he got dressed and put on his makeup, he decided he'd
better make sure she was back from the doctor's office. But
when he called her number, a guy answered the phone.
"Is Ashley there?"
"Sure, hang on. It's for you, Babe."
Sandy felt a knot in his stomach as he waited for her to
pick up. "Hello?"
"Hey."
"Sandy! How are you?"
"Okay. How's the leg?"
"Great! I can't believe it's finally out of that stupid
cast! It looks gross, and it's so stiff I need a cane. You
should see me hobbling around."
"I thought I'd stop by and maybe we could go out someplace
for dinner."
"Oh Sandy, I'd love to, but I've got other plans."
"Who's the guy?"
"Just an old friend." Sandy could hear him laughing while
Ashley whispered for him to hush. "Well actually, more than
an old friend. A guy I went to USC with."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry. I hope you didn't go to any trouble."
"Oh no. I just shaved my legs and put on a dress."
"You're wearing a dress?" There was more laughter in the
background.
"Yes." Sandy felt like the biggest fool in the world.
"That's so sweet."
"Yeah. Well, I'd better let you go."
"Call me again, okay?"
"Bye." Sandy hung up. Suddenly he needed to get out, to get
away from his absurd existence. He grabbed his purse and
ran out the door, all dressed up with no place to go.
* * *
Sandy drove for miles up the Pacific Coast Highway, past
the Santa Monica Pier where he had saved Ashley's life, and
up the coast into Malibu. Pretty girls in convertibles are
not a rare sight in Southern California, but Sandy was
attracting more than his share of attention from the guys
passing by, which only added to his feelings of shame and
frustration. He was sick of being a girl. He needed to be a
guy again.
Finally Sandy picked up his cell phone and punched in the
number of his best friend, Toby Goodfin. Sandy and Toby had
traveled the world together, surfing in Australia,
Indonesia, Mexico, and Costa Rica, and they had lived
together for six months on the north shore of Oahu. Sandy
hadn't spoken to Toby, or any of his surfer buddies, since
the day he agreed to become a stunt double for Ashley
Vaughn.
He was relieved when Toby answered the phone, thinking that
he might have moved out of the beach pad he shared with two
other guys in Malibu. "Toby, it's me. Sandy."
"Dude! Where are you?"
"In the 'Bu."
"No way! Where have you been, man?"
"It's a long story. You doing anything?"
"I was gonna surf up at Zuma later, can you make it?"
"No. Toby, can we meet someplace?"
"Come on over."
Sandy knew he could trust Toby, but he wasn't sure about
his roommates. Sandy glanced at his Swatch. "How about
Moondoggies?"
"I'm down."
"And Toby, get ready for a surprise."
* * *
Sandy found a parking space a half a block from
Moondoggies, a Malibu dive known for its burgers and beers.
He left his sunglasses on as he walked inside. Toby was
standing at the bar, drinking a beer and watching a surf
video on closed circuit television. Sandy walked up next to
him and waited for Toby to say something.
Toby looked at the gorgeous blonde, smiled, and asked if he
could buy her a beer. "Sure," Sandy said in a shy voice.
The bartender asked to see some identification, and Sandy
produced his driver's license. Fortunately, the bartender
was new, and he had never heard of Sandy Lane. After he
glanced at the license, he handed it back to Sandy, and
Sandy handed it to Toby.
Toby stared at it for a few seconds, then looked up at
Sandy, who had removed his sunglasses. His jaw dropped as
he stared at his friend, dumbstruck. Sandy took back his
license and walked over to a quiet table, Toby two steps
behind him.
"Dude, is it really you?" Toby asked after they sat down.
"Shhhh. Yes, it's me. You gotta promise to keep this a
secret," Sandy whispered.
"I never even knew you wanted to be a chick. Did you like
leave the country for an operation?"
"I'm not a chick, and I didn't have any operation, except
for a nose job. This is all a disguise."
"A disguise? Whoa. Are you like hiding out from Buster
Cruz?"
"No! I got a job as a stunt double on Wet Girls."
"No way!" Toby studied him closely. "Holy shit! You're
Pepper Reef!"
"Just in the water. The rest of the time she's played by a
real actress."
"She's hot, man. Hell, you're hot. This is
unfuckingbelievable."
"Tell me about it." A waitress came to their table to take
their orders. Sandy asked for the biggest, greasiest
cheeseburger on the menu, and another beer. To hell with
Ashley Vaughn and her fucking diet. It was great being a
guy again.
"Can I have your autograph?" the waitress asked out of the
blue. "You're Ashley Vaughn, right?"
"Yes."
"The bartender said your driver's license was in a
different name, and that your picture was a little
different. I told him I was sure it was you."
"Ashley Vaughn is my stage name, and I had a nose job. Any
more questions?"
The waitress retreated without her autograph while Toby
looked on in amusement. "You really do look like her. But
do you have to dress up like that all the time?"
How to explain it to him? "It's in my contract. That's why
you have to keep this a secret. They don't want it to get
out that Pepper Reef's surfing is being done by a guy."
"But there are plenty of great girl surfers out there. Why
you?"
"You said it. We're like identical twins."
"Are you sure you didn't have that operation?"
"Trust me. They can do amazing things with makeup and
padding."
"How long are you stuck like this?"
"At least another year."
"No shit. That sucks."
"Yeah, but the money's great."
"Really? Like how much?"
"Two hundred grand a season."
Toby spit up his beer. "Hell, for two hundred grand, I'd
grow a pair of tits."
* * *
Sandy was able to finish about a third of his burger, sadly
realizing how much his stomach had shrunken from his
constant dieting. It was so great shooting the shit with
Toby again, he lost track of time. When they finally got up
to leave, he noticed that a large crowd had gathered around
the bar. Holding court before his adoring minions was none
other than Buster Cruz.
Sandy and Toby were walking towards the door when Buster
shouted out to them. "Goodfin, aren't you going to
introduce me to your lady friend?"
Toby was about to tell him to get fucked when Sandy grabbed
his arm. "Let me handle this," he whispered. The crowd
parted to admit them into Buster's presence.
"What's your name, honey?"
"Ashley."
"You're hot, Ashley. What are you doing with a wimp like
Goodfin?" The crowd snickered as Toby turned bright red.
"Let me know if you want to go out with a real man
sometime."
"Sorry, I only date my own species." This was lost on
Buster. "Then again, I've never dated a baboon. Maybe I
should try it."
Nervous laughter swept through the crowded bar.
"You've got a nasty mouth."
"You've got a nasty face."
"If you were a guy, I'd kick your ass."
"Yeah? Well if I were I guy, you'd be taking it up the
ass."
Buster got up off his barstool and loomed over Sandy.
"Don't let me see you in here again, bitch."
Sandy and Toby headed towards the door. The noisy bar was
suddenly dead quiet. "That would be impossible."
"What do you mean?"
"For you to see me. How could you, with your head up your
ass?"
Peals of laughter rocked the bar as Toby and Sandy beat a
hasty retreat. They got to Sandy's car first, and he hopped
inside after blowing Toby a kiss. "It's been weird," Toby
shouted as Sandy peeled off.
* * *
When Sandy got back to his condo, there were three messages
on his answering machine. He pushed the play button as he
kicked off his sandals.
"Hi, it's Ashley. Just checking in to see how your day
went. Give me a call when you can."
"It's me again. Please give me a call. Thanks."
"Sandy, please call me. I'm sorry about today. Please pick
up if you're listening. Dammit!"
Sandy's heart was pounding as he reached for the phone. It
rang before he could pick it up. It was Ashley.
"Sandy, please don't hang up on me."
"Okay."
"Where have you been?"
"I just needed to get out. What happened to your big date?"
"Oh Sandy, it was such a disaster." She started to ramble
on and on about how her old boyfriend had called her out of
the blue, and about how much he used to mean to her, but
that he had changed somehow, or maybe she was the one who
had changed. Sandy just stood there and let her talk,
reveling in the sound of her voice. So what if she was
talking to him like another girlfriend? At that moment, he
would have settled for that forever.
When she asked him about his day, he replayed his showdown
with Buster Cruz. Ashley was in hysterics by the time he
finished the story. "You're going to give Ashley Vaughn a
bad reputation!" she laughed.
"The gang at Moondoggies will never forget you, that's for
sure." He told her about his nose job comment, and she
laughed some more.
"Well, at least you were properly dressed. Which dress did
you wear?"
"The blue sundress."
"I used to love that dress. It has a little bow in the
back. Untie it."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Put the phone down for a second, and untie
the bow."
Sandy did as he was told, wondering where this was going.
"Now, slip the straps off your shoulders, and let it fall
to the floor."
Once again Sandy complied, and his dress fell into a puddle
around his feet.
"Yes, Mistress," Sandy said, breathing heavier now.
"Next, take off your panties. What color are they, by the
way?"
"Blue."
"Just like your dress. How darling! Are we getting
aroused?"
Sandy's cock was raging. "Yes," he managed to say.
"I thought so. I'm closing my eyes, and imagining that you
are right here with me. I am teasing your cock with my long
fingernails. How does it feel?"
Sandy began to stroke himself as he listened to her
incredibly sexy voice. "It feels so good."
"Excellent. Now pick up your dress and wrap it around your
penis. That's right, you heard me. It's nice and silky,
isn't it?"
"Yes. Oh God," Sandy groaned as he lost control of himself.
He fell to his knees, milking himself lustily with Ashley's
pretty sundress.
"Hello?"
"I'm still here."
"Are we all finished?"
"That was incredible."
"Good girl. Now for your next assignment, put on my pink
nightie, snuggle up under the covers, and call me back for
further instructions."
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