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Liam becomes a girl: Have you ever played Dress-Up? by Justin Felder Synopsis: Liam Hunter, a 14-year-old, doesn't understand why girls do the things they do. Painting their faces with make-up, slaving to get their hair straight, and crying when they don't know what to wear has always made him wonder. He can't help but annoy his 19-year-old sister, Shaunvenique, about these things. Eventually she gets fed up with it and senselessly wishes that he can become a girl for eighteen hours so he can find out all the answers to his own questions firsthand. To her surprise, it actually comes true, despite being in the middle of the day, and nowhere near her birthday or a wishbone. --- Antonio Freeman was about the only person I still had faith in. But he wasn't even a match for Darren Woodson. By then, I pretty much figured the game was over. So I knew something was up when I finally completed a pass for a touchdown. "Touchdown!" I shouted. Then I punched Ethan in the arm and looked at him angrily. "How'd you let me score that one?" Ethan was looking up at the stairs as the controller rested in his hands. "Oh yeah, Madden's great," he said. I sighed and looked up at the stairs, trying to see what stole my best friend's attention. It was my sister Shaunvenique. Her long, red hair had a natural look. Her small, green eyes were eye-shadowed. Her cute lips had on a dark pink shade of lipstick, and were outlined with lip liner. She had on a navy blue and Carolina Blue cheerleading uniform. "You look like a clown," I said. "Shut-up, Liam," she replied. She gave me a "you're an idiot" look as she slowly stepped down, as if in a beauty pageant. When she made it to the bottom, Shaun-that's what we call her for short-came to the sofa, sat down and crossed her legs. "Okay, I'm sorry. But why are you all made up for cheerleading practice?" Shaun folded her arms and looked up at the ceiling as she sighed. "Hunter High School cheerleaders are supposed to look pretty." Yes, you heard correctly. Hunter, just like my last name. Mom says the school is named after my great-great grandfather who had something to do with South Carolina's history. "A guy last named Hunter in the 1800s? Sounds silly to me, too. "Whatever." I looked at Shaun's legs. They were long and athletic looking, and she swung the right one as if she was nervous. That was one thing I noticed about all women, so I never questioned it. Instead, I jumped to something else. "Why does it look like you have on too much lotion?" Shaunvenique unfolded her arms and slammed her fists into the sofa. "You know, I wish you could be a girl for a while. It doesn't even have to be long, just eighteen hours, so you could answer all your own darn questions." "What questions?" Shaunvenique furrowed an eyebrow at me. "You're kidding, right? Every time I see you, you have some silly question to ask me about my femininity. Like does it hurt when I wear a bra, or why I spend half an hour doing my hair? I've tried to tell you a million times, Liam, that you're a boy-it's none of your business, and it shouldn't matter to you! All you have to do is put on your jeans and t-shirt and say we're pretty. But no, you have to know how we work. It doesn't matter, Liam. It's just the way we are, and that's the last time I'm going to tell you." "Well, that's all fine and dandy, sis, but too bad for you that wish isn't going to come true." I idiotically walked into the front door and went unconscious. What I would safely assume was hours later, I woke up in my own room, with Shaunvenique and Ethan in my face. "Man, what happened," I moaned. "A Revlon truck," Ethan said. I furrowed my eyebrow at my friend. "What do you mean?" I was now speaking clearly, but my voice still didn't sound familiar to me. Ethan's expression changed. "Oh, my god, he doesn't know." "I don't know what?" "Aw, jeez. Quick, your name, age, and sex." I scratched my head as I tried to remember. It felt silkier than my normal brown hair. "Liam Hunter, fourteen, male. What does that have to do with anything?" "More than you think," Shaun said. "You are Liam Hunter, fourteen years old, but you're female." She looked at me like I was crazy. "You really don't remember, do you?" Shaunvenique put a mirror to my face, turned away and tightly shut her eyes. "I just want you to remember this is completely your fault." I looked into the mirror, and let out a high-pitched, feminine scream as a beautiful young girl looked back at me. "At least you're a pretty girl," Ethan said. I could tell he was trying to cheer me up. It wasn't helping. "Why, thank you," I replied sarcastically. "Do you like my blonde hair, blue eyes or my huge breasts?" "Stop it," Shaun said. "There's no use fighting your best friend over your own mistake." "My mistake? YOU were the one who did the wishing, sis." "Well how the heck was I supposed to know it would actually come true? I didn't exactly see a shooting star or anything. So just chill for about eighteen hours." "Eighteen hours? What the heck do you mean eighteen hours?" "You know, one, two, three...eighteen hours, give or take a minute or two-" I jacked up my sister who now stood at my bedside and narrowed my eyes. "How am I supposed to be a girl for eighteen hours? I can't be a girl. I wouldn't even know how to..." I looked down at my body and, before I knew it, I was rubbing my hand against my chest. "Would you please tell me what the heck am I wearing?" "Frederick's of Hollywood bra style number five-zero-eight-zero-eight," Shaun said, dusting off as I let go and looked at her confusingly. "The Hollywood Kiss Lace Bra. You'll have to get used to the itching." Re-adjusting the piece of lingerie didn't help any. I wondered if this was a normal thing. "Well this lace-kiss...whatever is killing me. This isn't funny!" Shaun calmly covered her mouth and subsided her laughing as I scolded her. "I'm sorry," she giggled. "It's not that." "Then what is it?" "I just never thought I'd be teaching my brother about his first bra!" My sister fell out laughing. Apparently though, she wasn't the only one who'd found her joke funny. Ethan, who was over at my TV playing Madden 2002, dropped his controller and started laughing. He'd surrendered the Ravens' first touchdown to Miami on the play. I stared at myself in the mirror for I don't know how long as Shaunvenique went through her closet. She was amazed at how I could wear all of her clothes. I was still stunned that I was looking at myself in the mirror. It didn't look like me, because it was a girl, and not a boy. All of a sudden, Shaun stopped and smiled. "What?" I asked. "I just thought of something. Ethan could you step out for, I don't know, about a few hours?" "Sure," he said without thinking about it. I'll bet he couldn't look at me again. I understood. I couldn't look at me again. "Anyway, Ethan closed his magazine and went outside. I heard his footsteps as he trampled down the stairs. "What could you possibly be up to that Ethan can't know about?" Shaun closed her closet door and walked over to her dresser and went through her lipstick collection, opening various colors and comparing them to my face. "Tell me, Liam, have you ever played dress-up?" "What are you getting at?" I asked. I snatched a stick from her and frowned at the name of the color: Dark Mohawk. I would have called it burgundy. "Oh, nothing much," Shaun said under her breath, but apparently loud enough for me to hear. In the mirror, I saw her standing behind me, forming hairdos with her hands. "I just thought it would be fun if I...made you up a bit. You know, a little bit of make-up, a nice hairdo, one of my prettier garments..." "No!" I said, quickly turning around to face her. "I'm not putting on a ton of chemicals and pinning up my head like you girls always do." Shaunvenique gasped and put a hand on her chest. "Us girls? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?" Yes, I had. I may have been a boy, but at the moment I did look like a girl. Not to mention I always was curious as to how it felt to wear make-up. I sighed in defeat. "Okay, but just an ounce of make-up. Not a whole bunch like you put on. "And don't do anything big with the hair, either." * * * Later... * * * "I hate you so much right now," I muttered, my arms tightly folded as I stared at my sister with narrowed eyes. "Okay, so I dressed you up a little too much," she replied as she shrugged her shoulders. "So sue me." I let a small sigh come out of my lips, looking up at the bangs that hung over my forehead as I blew at them. I wasn't sure whether it was intended for school or not, but the outfit I had on sure made me look like a schoolgirl. I had on a black sweater over a white short-sleeved button-down top, a black and red plaid skirt, and black, knee-high boots. "I'd like to do more than sue you," I muttered under my breath, looking up at one of the many candy-curled strands of hair on my head in disgust. "Oh quit complaining. What else did you want to wear to go to the movies?" I'd lost count, but I think this was about the second time Shaun had caught me off guard this day alone. "I never said I wanted to go to the movies. I don't want to go anywhere like this." "Too late," Shaunvenique said. "I already called Elliot and Mark and they should be coming pretty soon." I furrowed my eyebrow. "Wait a minute. You set me up on a double date?" "Well, you still want to know what it's like to be a girl. Right?" "No, I want eighteen hours to pass so I can become a boy again and my best friend won't have reason to look up my skirt!" I turned around to find Ethan holding on to the edge of my skirt, blushing. With one swift motion of my hand, I did sort of a chop to snatch the skirt from Ethan. He quickly turned back to the television and jumped. "Man, did you just see that hit?" he asked, watching a Clemson football player as he tackle a Florida State player. I furrowed my eyebrow at Ethan and looked back at my sister. "Look, Shaun. I'll do this girl thing only because I have to. But I'm not going to play girlfriend to some horny high school idiot." "Oh, yes, you are," my sister replied, her voice now stern. "You must not remember when you sexually harassed Megan to death when she spent the night three weeks ago. Well, this night is for her." I swallowed hard. Sexual harassment was an understatement for what I did to Megan. The only reason it wasn't any worse than a little butt-slapping and sex slurs is because she played tennis, which meant she worked out, and I didn't want my face beat in. "So that's what this is? Revenge?" "No. It's just part of the experience." Outside, a car approached and a horn honked. "That must be them." I closed my eyes and shook my head vehemently, like a disobedient child. "Tell them you can go without me. I'm not about to go out there and make a fool of myself trying to act feminine." Shaun grabbed my hand and tried to pull me toward the front door. But I pulled against her and ended up dragging her in my direction. "Please do this, Liam. I already told Mark that I was going to bring my best friend Carla." "Then bring Carla," I said. "News flash-you're Carla." I stopped and let go of my sister. "What do you mean, I'm Carla?" Shaun hit the door with a thud, and rubbed her head as she slid to the floor. "Ouch," she moaned. "Have you ever heard of a girl named Liam?" "No, guess not." I rubbed the back of my hand, then stomped my foot on the floor in anger. "But I don't want to be named Carla!" "Okay, you're not Carla. What is your name?" *** "Alotta...Fagina?" Mark asked, trying to confirm what I'd said. "Yes," I replied, putting on my nicest smile and holding my hands like a little girl. I was using the infamous method of a boy impersonating a girl based on his little knowledge of the opposite sex. Only I didn't have to do the high-pitched voice. "Um, that's a very interesting name." Mark slowly let go of my hand-he had just kissed it, yuck-and looked down at the sidewalk in confusion. I let out a prissy giggle. "You know, it's the weirdest thing. That's what everyone says. Every time I look, people are asking me, 'What was your mother on when she named you that?' I always say 'A lot of Tylenol, I guess,' since that's what she's always taking anyway." I continued to smile as if something was wrong with me. "But if you don't want to call me that, you can use my nickname." "Oh really? What's that?" "Pussy." I batted my eyes twice for good measure. Mark spit up some bubble gum he was chewing and began to choke. But after a while, he was okay. "Pussy!?" he asked once he was able to speak. "Yeah, as in pussycat. I have very fast reflexes." I made a cat hiss sound. "Oh, pussycat." Mark nervously laughed and looked down again. "Well, we should probably get going now," Shaun cut in before I could say something really stupid. "Don't want to miss the start of the movie." "Of what movie?" Mark asked. "We don't even know what's playing." "We'll find out when we get there. It doesn't even matter to me, just as long as we don't stand out here all night." I hated every single one of Shaunvenique's friends. They were all wild-or should I say fast-and couldn't stand anyone younger than them. You know, like me. Anyway, the girls were all pretty looking, just like Shaun, but they took it overboard and considered themselves goddesses. I preferred the word tramps. All her male friends are ex-boyfriends that were with her for at least a week, and she broke them all off with, "This isn't working out, let's just be friends." Well, she hasn't broken a "friendship" yet, so she has a good bit of "friends." Mark and Elliot, the two idiots we were with tonight, were a couple of them. Mark thought it was a good idea to help me into Elliot's '01 Volkswagen Jetta via my ass. In turn, I thought it was an equally good idea to kick him the groin. After that, he never made another move while we were in the car. The movie theater we went to was one of those multiplexes with stadium seating and Dolby Digital Sound. Basically a whole bunch of bells and whistles that were really unnecessary, but added fun to the movie-going experience. And an increase to ticket prices. Like Mark said, we had no idea what was playing, but we found that out when we got there. "So what do you want to see?" Mark asked me. The idiot acted like he couldn't see that I was playing Tekken Tag Tournament. If he had any respect for video gamers anywhere, he would have left me in peace. Guess my breasts were just too big for a girl like me to be just left alone. "Bedazzled," I said, frantically tapping buttons. "Bedazzled?" Mark laughed. "That's at least a year old. It's on video and I saw it on Cinemax last night." I just got defeated. In the video game, that is. I started to punch the machine, but decided to be feminine about it and give it a sissy kick. "Explain the poster then," I sighed, just getting over my loss. Mark turned to where I pointed. Sure enough, there was a huge poster of Elizabeth Hurly seductively over Brendan Fraser, holding his hand as he was about to sign something. And like all movie posters where someone actually poses in a photo shoot or something to make it, they were looking straight at you. It also had the names of the primary cast members, Bedazzled in huge letters, the 20th Century Fox logo, and all that other poster stuff. "But that movie is..." Mark turned back to me. He stared at me like an idiot; I don't know what was so special about what I did. The only thing I did was sit down in the seat of a racing game. I started tugging on the "candy curls" in my head and letting them go, looking up at them as they sprang back into place. I did this for about fifteen seconds out of sheer boredom-nothing else to do. I looked up at the strand I had in my grip and sighed at it, as it was perfectly curled like in a hair styling magazine, but mainly because the process of styling it hurt so darn much. I can't explain crossing my legs. It just happened. Before I knew it, I was swinging them, out of anxiety I guess. I looked up at Mark innocently-at least that's the way it appeared, I was just looking up-and I believe this swayed him from a guy who didn't want to see Bedazzled into a guy that would have watched Teletubbies if I wanted him to. "What is it?" I asked. "And if you say I'm beautiful I'm going to pop you one." Mark laughed. "You're kidding, right?" he replied. I laughed back at him. "No," I smiled. Suddenly Mark stopped laughing. "Oh. I'm going to tell the others." Then he walked away. I was pretty sure he wanted me to stay here, but I wasn't about to. More and more I was learning what it was like to be a girl. Why did we always leave them someplace and expect them to stay like dogs? "Alotta and I are going to see Bedazzled." I overheard Mark when I came back to the others at the ticket booth. "Oh, then Elliot and I will go see "Any Given Sunday," Shaun suggested. "But I want to see Bedazzled," Elliot said. All of a sudden, he started to double over. "On second thought, I hear Jamie Foxx is pretty bad in that movie," he moaned. "In that case, it's settled." I had to admit it was pretty strange that a movie made last year was still playing at a movie theater. I don't know why I let Mark pay five dollars for me to see it. But it wasn't a bad movie or anything. Brendan Fraser stars as a normal guy who is in love with a girl who doesn't even know he exists. The devil, played by Elizabeth Hurley, learns this and gets him to sell his soul to her for seven wishes. Because she's the devil, she always screws up his wishes and each time turns out to be funny. After about half an hour into the movie, Mark decided that we should we be closer friends. He gently placed a hand on my thigh. "The first step," my brother Erin always said. He loved to give me dating tips for some reason. But not anymore-I haven't seen him since he went off to college. Anyway, I continued to eat popcorn as if I hadn't noticed. I was really curious as to how far he planned on going. Apparently not too far. It was under my skirt, but he hadn't moved farther up, probably something I would have done if the roles were switched. Roles switched, that's kind of funny, now that I think about it. Right now, my roles are sort of switched. "What is it?" I whispered. Mark quickly snatched his hand away, assuming I didn't like what he was doing. Of course, I didn't. But at the moment, I was just messing with him. "Um, nothing," he whispered, and re-settled into his seat. "Why you ask?" "Because you aren't making your move." I grabbed Mark's hand and stuffed it into my blouse. Man, was his hand ever cold. But then again, my chest had never been this warm with a necessity for - cups. Mark's eyes went wide in surprise as he realized what he was touching. I simply smiled at him like we were a married couple that loved each other to death. "What are you doing?" Mark's voice was shaky and at the top of a whisper. I kept my voice calm and serene, which I knew was scaring him. "Aw, don't be bashful. You know quite well this is what you were going for." Mark began to babble on about something, but I don't know what it was. I was too busy looking up at the ceiling of the theater and taking a deep breath, preparing for what I was about to do. If it's alright with you, I'll just skip the details and go on to the aftermath. "You sure are strong, Alotta," Mark said, getting back up in his seat. "And you're an aggressive kisser." "I can't believe I just kissed a boy," I said, getting hair out of my face I never had to before. Mark looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" "For the tenth time," I quickly lied. "I'm a very shy person and I don't do much kissing, so it's kind of like an anniversary." "Oh. Congratulations, I guess." "Yeah, I feel special." "Oh, I remember Mark," Shaun said. "I believe he is my least favorite boyfriend." I looked up at the night sky and sighed as we walked out of the movie theater. I can be a boy, a girl or a lizard, I thought. But my sister will always be my sister. "I don't think you heard what I just said," I muttered. "I, Liam Hunter, a boy, just kissed Mark Sanders, another boy." I believe it just sunk in. "Yuck!" Shaun said and jumped away from me. "Why'd you do a thing like that?" "I don't know. He touched my thigh, so I attacked him with a kiss." "You just had to go and let him live out all his fantasies, huh?" I narrowed my eyes at Shaun. "Hey, all we did was kiss." I stopped and thought about what I said. I was starting to sound like a girl trying to steal another girl's boyfriend! "Forget what I just said. What do you mean I let him live his fantasies?" "Well, Liam, look at that beautiful female body of yours. Heck, if I didn't know that was my curious little brother in there, I'd kiss you." I furrowed my eyebrow. I didn't take it as a lesbian thing because my mother had already told me about the etiquette of males and females commenting on their own gender. It was simple-if females did it, it was normal; if males did it, they were homosexual. But I still didn't like the comment. I didn't like being called beautiful and known for letting males live out their fantasies. Either way, I couldn't help but wonder whether Shaun was serious or not. "Are you serious?" Shaun merely turned around, smiled, and got into Elliot's car. When we arrived home, Shaunvenique undressed me and wiped the make-up off my face. She said she didn't want me to just throw her clothes somewhere, but I couldn't help but think otherwise after what she told me earlier that night. Sleepy as I don't know what, I trudged to my room, and fell on my bed wearing nothing but the violet bra and panties I had worn since my transformation. I don't even remember when I fell asleep, but I'll bet it was as soon as I hit the bed. *** Only six hours left until I could become myself again. I was just going to sleep through it, but Shaun wouldn't let me. "I'll be darned if you're just going to sleep off your last hours of girlhood," she said. I heard every single word, but didn't budge. I was too tired to move. Rather than shout at me again, Shaun took matters in her hands by slapping me on the ass. I screamed and fell off my bed, then looked up at my sister angrily as I rubbed it. "I didn't hit you that hard," Shaun said. I laughed nervously. "Okay, but it still hurt. What do you want out of me?" "Nothing. I just feel like dressing you up." "There must be more to it than that. We aren't about to go anywhere, are we?" "Just my room. Okay?" I sighed and took my sister's hand. She helped me up to my feet, and put on my robe as I always felt funny in just underwear. Shaun led me to her room and sat me down on her bed. She went to her closet to sort through clothes. Shaun looked back at me. "Why are you just sitting there?" "Because I don't know what else to do," I laughed. "You could try showering for starters." My eyes went wide. I threw my robe open and looked down at myself. Then I quickly covered back up and nervously laughed. "Um, couldn't I just skip that part?" Shaun went back to what she was doing. "Um, no," she laughed. "As much as I'd like to see you in my clothes, I don't want you getting them all stinky and dirty. Well, get going. You have showered before, right?" "Of course I have. It's just that...for the last fourteen years, whenever I've stepped into the shower, I've had a twig and berries, not a pair of melons." Shaun gasped. "I never thought of that. Oh, well it's nothing special. You were going to see it sooner or later anyway." "Well, if you don't mind, I'd rather it be later, like when I get married or I subscribe to Cinemax!" Shaun sighed. "Okay, okay, I won't make you get naked." She slowly walked my way. "This is along the lines of puberty, and hormones; and this bizarre chain of events shouldn't be any excuse to rush the process." "Thanks Shaun. You're the best sister a kid could ever have." "I know." Just when it looked like she was about to pat me on the back, my sister threw off my robe and ripped off the bra and panties. I gasped in shock. "Now get in that bathroom and shower! It's not that much different. Jeez, men!" "You're not a good sister!" I shouted from behind the bathroom door. For about five minutes, I stood under the shower head and cried as water ran down my body. And all of a sudden, I worked up the nerve to get it the heck over with. I somehow got used to myself, and yet I still don't know how. Anyway, I was deep into the process of showering when I heard someone walk in. I had no idea who it was, since the shower stall door was frosted. "So who is it you want me to see?" the person asked. Shaunvenique walked in, laughing. "Your best friend," she laughed. I couldn't see her face, but I'll bet she had an ear-to-ear grin. "Oh, crap!" I opened the door and realized it was Ethan. He almost threw up and quickly ran out of the bathroom. At that moment, I'd completely forgotten that I was female. "Yuck! What's Ethan doing looking at me naked?" My sister pulled a notepad out of her back pocket and made a check on it with a pencil she was holding. "How does it feel to be ogled? Check," she said. *** "Shaun made me do it, I swear," Ethan admitted. It was about ten that morning and I was walking down the sidewalk of the street of my house with my best friend. Between his t-shirt and jeans and the black top and black flare jeans I had on, we looked like a couple spending time together. Not to mention Shaun just had to add eye shadow and lip gloss, and re-do my hair into a ponytail. I really hated that. Only two hours of femininity left to dread, and my sister wanted to milk it for all it was worth. "I'm not mad at you," I replied. "It's just this situation. This being a girl thing. It's been a funny twelve hours. There have been a lot of ups and downs-" Ethan stopped me. "Wait a minute. What do you mean ups?" "Well...I sort of found out the answers to more questions than I wanted. I mean, think about it. Haven't you ever wondered why your male friend gives a darn about what it's like to be a girl?" "Actually, I just thought you were one heck of a pervert." "That's what I thought. Then, I kissed Mark Sanders." "You mean Shaun's old boyfriend Mark Sanders?" "Yeah. I thought I was just messing with him. But why would I kiss a guy, even in my right mind?" "Because...you're gay?" "No, I'm not gay. I think I want to stay as a girl, Ethan. "And become a woman. Live my life the way I should have lived it. I'm not really a boy, Ethan. I am a girl. "And I am in love with you." "Okay, now I'm confused," Ethan said. I simply put a finger to my lips to hush him. Then I bent down to his level and kissed him, slower and longer than I did Mark. I left him stunned with wide eyes. Then I began to spit randomly. "What the heck was that?" Ethan asked. I started laughing. "It may be my second time kissing a boy, despite having yet to kiss a girl, but it was worth it to see that look on your face." A once stunned Ethan now became angry. He shoved me to the ground. "That kind of crap isn't funny! Pulling all that, 'I am a girl trapped in a boy's body' sex change stuff. I ought to tell Shaun all of this. Yeah, make her think you don't want to be your normal self again. How's that for a joke?" I sat up from my lying position and looked at Ethan, frightened. "You wouldn't." My friend smiled an evil smile at me. Then he looked back down the street toward my house. All of a sudden, he took off running. "Hey Shaun! Guess what Liam just told me! He doesn't want to go back to being a boy!" "Oh, man," I said to myself, and then took off after him, a tough feat in boots with four-inch heels. *** Okay, basically that's it. I caught up with Ethan and spent like half an hour convincing Shaunvenique he was only joking. But she said that would explain my strange female curiosities. Anyway, noon came along, and I turned out to end up back to normal, just before my parents knew anything happened. Oh yeah, I forgot, they were gone for like half the weekend at a convention. So they know about none of this. And neither my sister nor I plan on telling them. That's why we can't explain why Mark keeps calling for "Alotta Fagina". The End