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Kelly Girl Chapter 16: Upper Crustaceans free porn video
Copyright 1999, 2002, 2003 by Wanda Cunningham. There is no actual sex
or transformation in this chapter, but I guess it should be rated R for
context. So, nobody under 18 should read this, or whatever is the
appropriate age in their community. This story deals with
transgenderism in children and may be uncomfortable for some readers.
Kelly Girl
Chapter 16
"Upper Crustaceans"
By Wanda Cunningham
The three boys almost surrounded Kelly, there on the south corner of
Triangle Square. "She's got the hiccups, again," said Jimmy, smiling.
"Chica, are you scared of us?"
Kelly nodded. Fear knotted his stomach; he'd been beaten up more than
once by bullies in school. These three didn't really look like bullies
but if they recognized him they might--they might do anything. He tried
to back away, wishing he had his glasses. Trying to run while blind as
a mole didn't seem like a good idea. He hiccupped so hard it sounded
like a pop top can being opened.
The boys laughed and Kelly wanted to disappear into the pavement.
Tommy grinned. "You can sure do those hiccups good."
"Nothing to be scared of," said Jimmy. "Hey, we just think you're kinda
cute? Kelly, isn't it?"
Oh, God, thought Kelly. Do I admit it? Or try to pretend I'm not me. He
shook his head, tentatively and hiccupped again.
Jimmy laughed. "Oh, yes, you're Kelly! I know you are. But why you so
scared?"
"Did you go to our school?" asked Tommy. "I would think I'd remember
you? Is this pendejo making all this up?"
"Hey! I'm not the pendejo here, you are!" Jimmy whacked his friend's
shoulder with the back of his hand. "Pendejo!"
"Cabron!" returned Tommy with a grin.
Clowns. They were clowns, like the Mann brothers, thought Kelly. He
squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his lips to prevent a burst of
hysterical giggles.
"She looks like you're making her sick," commented Tommy.
Kelly shook his head and made a "snawf!" sound between his pursed lips.
"She's laughing at us!" said Jimmy. "Let's tickle her!"
Kelly's eyes popped open at that and he backed away some more. "No!
Don't!"
Jimmy and Tommy laughed, but held their hands up to show they were
harmless.
"You guys are scary!" Kelly said, and they laughed even louder. Kelly
couldn't keep from grinning; a nervous grin to be sure but they were
funny and it did look less likely that he would be getting beat up.
Though their behavior puzzled him even more than angry accusations of
"Sissy!" and "Queer!" would have. How could they still treat him as a
girl if they remembered him from school last year?
Doug Nguyen had stepped to the side. He watched Kelly but said nothing
and Kelly didn't really notice him.
"You look so nice today, chica," said Jimmy. "How come you always
dressed like a boy at school? You so pretty..."
For Kelly, the light went on. Jimmy remembered him from school, but had
evidently thought Kelly had always been a girl. Kelly winced.
"Oh yeah!" said Tommy. "I remember you now. You wore those big glasses
and jeans and a yellow t-shirt alla time! You were in Mrs. Humberton's
class."
Even without glasses, Kelly could see the gleaming teeth of the two
boys pleased grins. Relief flooded through him, he was saved. He'd been
such a sissy all last year that these two, who might have had reason to
believe otherwise, had still thought he was a girl. They were all still
smiling, or at least he thought they were. They still sounded friendly.
He would never be able to go back to his old school, though, he
reflected.
"Hey," commented Tommy. "I think a lot of kids thought you were a boy?
You look a lot prettier now."
Kelly hiccupped.
"You still got those cute hiccups. You wanna get a soda?" asked Jimmy.
"I could buy you a soda? Huh?"
"Hey!" protested Tommy. "I was gonna ask her if I could buy her a
soda!"
***
"I'm worried about Kelly," Barbie told Harold Mann. "Andie has gone off
the deep-end with this dressing-him-up-as-a-girl thing." She gestured
at the printouts they had made of the pictures Andie had emailed. Kelly
wore several of the little dresses left behind at the Mann house for
the little step-daughter who had never moved in. And he looked every
inch the darling little girl that Harry Mann would have wanted for a
daughter.
"He's smiling," pointed out Harry. "I don't think it was all Andie's
idea."
Barbie shook her head. "Kelly smiles when he's scared to. When he's
really really scared, he grins so hard his face will crack. And he gets
the hick-offs." She demonstrated with a patently fake hiccup of her own
that made her new enhanced boobies bounce a bit.
Harry suppressed a grin. He looked from Barbie to the pictures of
Kelly. Okay, this was a bit of a mess. But both of these two were so
darling, so cute, he really didn't want to let either of them go. "What
do you want to do, baby?" he asked.
Barbie looked at him pleadingly, "Can we go home? I want to see if
Kelly is really all right, and, and," she paused. "And I just want to
go home." She tried a mock pout at him and he laughed.
"Okay, sugar, we'll head back to Newport. Let me call the airport and
get us a flight."
"Yay!" Barbie cheered. "Thank you, Harry!" She demonstrated her
affection with a quick kiss and a careful hug. Careful because her
chest felt sore as the mild painkillers she had been given began to
wear off.
***
Melissa pointed across the street, "Look? Isn't that Kelly talking to
those boys?"
Andie looked out of the window toward the corner of Harbor and Newport,
"Yeah, I think it is. Wow? That's a cute outfit she's got on, isn't
it?"
"Uh huh, better than what you had her in," Melissa giggled. "The kid
has taste as well as looks."
"I think--she's flirting with those boys!" Andie laughed.
Melissa watched a moment more. "You know, I think you're right," she
sighed wistfully. "I never had a chance to do that."
Andie laughed. "You made up for it as I remember. A few years ago..."
Melissa waved the comment away. "That wasn't flirting, that was
trolling for meat pies."
Andie laughed even harder.
***
Phil dozed while the bus pulled off the freeway in Santa Ana and let
passengers out at the Orange County Transportation Center. No one
noticed the little man with light brown hair, particularly, and no one
bothered the bag he had put under the seat. In less than half an hour,
the bus would stop at the Victoria Street Station in Costa Mesa, as
near as it would get to Barbie's Newport Beach apartment and only half
a mile from Triangle Square.
***
In the parking basement of Triangle Square, the Mann brothers and Sarah
had taken the elevator to the ground floor and made their way through
the spiraling traffic lanes of the interior of the building toward the
Virgin. They entered the record and video store through the inside
doors and so didn't see Kelly and his schoolmates standing outside the
Gap, only half a block away.
***
And no one saw the little car carrying Amanda and Rachel merge into the
traffic on Newport Boulevard at the end of the 55 freeway. Amanda rode
by looking at the wrong side of the street and since she wasn't
driving, she didn't have her glasses on anyway. Nor was she likely to
recognize Kelly even if she had seen the little girl in the Catalina
blue casuals.
She passed right by Kelly, less than fifty feet away, and remarked to
her friend, "There's that salon I was talking about, Flesh and Fur? I
met Barbie there once." A painful memory, she'd been drinking then and
had made a scene in a restaurant only a few hours later.
Rachel nodded. "I remember you telling me about it; hair salon and
tattoo parlor, didn't you say?"
"Uh huh," agreed Amanda. "Some friend of my daughter's runs the place,
tall girl with--all kinds of metal sticking out of her." She laughed.
"Kids, huh?"
Rachel laughed, too. "I guess we did our share of idiotic things when
we were young."
Amanda smiled ruefully. "I guess. And we've got the scars to prove it,
too."
Rachel glanced at her friend and fellow alcoholic. "We do at that.
Everybody suffers through some kind of crisis about that age."
Amanda didn't say anything for a bit; traffic on Newport between Harbor
and Seventeenth swirled in a chaos of streets joining at odd angles and
people trying to get where they wanted to go without actually bending
fenders or breaking the law too badly. Wisely, Amanda let Rachel
concentrate until they were descending the slight incline marking the
edge of Costa Mesa.
As they passed the hospital on the bluff above the road leading to
Balboa Peninsula, Amanda spoke again. "I never wanted Barbie to go
through the sort of thing that happened to me, and yet, she did and I
couldn't save her."
"You can't save anyone," said Rachel. "They have to save themselves and
you've got all you can do to save yourself."
Amanda nodded, nibbling on her lip. She hadn't been able to save
Barbie, nor Kelly, nor Phil. And she was still struggling to save
herself, but making this effort to warn Barbie about Phil was part of
that, part of saving her own soul.
***
"Where do you wanna go to get a soda, chica?" asked Jimmy. His wide
white smile gleamed in Kelly's vision amid the brown blur of his face.
Another hiccup wracked Kelly's voice and derailed his thought. "My aunt
-hic- is just across the street." He waved vaguely across Newport
Avenue, including the area his grandmother had only moments ago passed
though, all unknowing.
The boys glanced across the street, but weren't much interested in an
aunt who wasn't visible. "There's a food court on top of the mall?"
suggested Tommy, "Or we could go downstairs to the market and get some
juice or somethin'?"
"Uh -hic- I..." Kelly tried to think. Andie had suggested he meet her
in the food court later and in the middle of a mall crowd the boys were
unlikely to start thumping on him, even if they figured things out.
"Okay?" Then his knees almost went out from under him as he realized he
had agreed to let a couple of boys buy him something.
"Let me carry some of this stuff," offered Jimmy. Kelly offered the GAP
bags up without discussion.
Tommy insisted on taking his share of the clothes. "You trying to carry
too much, chica," he commented. "You're just a little bit of a thing,
don't try to carry so much heavy stuff."
Kelly nodded. "I need some -hic- shoes..." he murmured.
"You wanna go to Nike first?"
"I don't know?"
"She needs a soda first," decided Jimmy. "Come on, chiquita." He took
Kelly's hand and led the smaller boy toward the opening into the
building. A large two-story escalator and wide flights of stairs there
led up to the movie theater and restaurants on the roof.
He's holding my hand, Kelly thought. He likes me. Resisting the impulse
to pull away or twist his hand out of Jimmy's grasp, Kelly smiled so
wide it seemed his face would split.
They started toward the escalators, the boys keeping up a friendly
banter with each other. "Hic," said Kelly.
***
In the beauty salon across Newport Avenue, Andie and Melissa exchanged
a quiet high-five. "The kid is a natural flirt," said Andie. "I bet
she's got them taking her up top for a pizza or shomething."
Melissa smiled. "Aren't you a little bit worried? What if she met
somebody who knew her, some kids from her own school?"
Andie shook her head, "I don't think anyone is going to believe that
our glamorous little doll is the same kid. Even my staff here didn't
recognize her."
Melissa nodded. "Yeah, okay. I dunno if I ever saw Kelly before; it's
hard to even imagine what she would look like in boy's clothes."
***
Rachel negotiated the narrower streets of Balboa Peninsula, passing the
bridge to Lido Isle and the parking lots around the McFadden Pier.
Tall, hot-pants-wearing blonde girls on roller blades and surfer-jam-
clad boys carrying surfboards seemed to be everywhere. Everyone had a
killer tan except the pale, camera-toting Japanese tourists, the men
wearing knit polo shirts and the women in blue jean shorts with glitter
appliques on their rumps. A busker blew giant bubbles by pulling a
soapy wand through the air. A bicycle surrey full of Midwesterners in
Hawaiian shirts blocked traffic momentarily.
To the right, a line of cafe, shops and houses separated the street
from the Pacific Ocean. To the left, bars and restaurants (including a
Hooters), boat dealers, more shops, houses and apartment buildings, an
alley, then even more expensive homes with boat slips lined the edge of
the bay. The narrow spit of land had some of the most expensive real
estate in California and a fair amount of beach funkiness. It wasn't
Venice Beach, it wasn't even Huntington Beach, but it was
quintessentially California.
Amanda directed Rachel to turn left at the proper corner and left again
into the alley. An old but very well-built beach mansion had been
divided into six apartments and Barbie lived in the one-room studio
atop the three story stack. "Her car's not here," remarked Amanda.
"Can I park there?" asked Rachel. No Parking signs of increasing
truculence lined the alley on every wall.
"Yeah," said Amanda. "This is Barbie's parking space and she isn't
here. She may be at work but Kelly should be home." She undid the seat
belt and got out of the car as soon as it stopped moving. A tiny
redhead barely into her forties, her cheap jewelry glittering in the
late afternoon sun, she looked pretty much as if she belonged where she
was.
But Newport Beach made her nervous, so many rich people; she didn't
actually think of herself as trailer trash but knew that a lot of the
residents of this seaside paradise would sneer at her neat, clean
mobile home in Riverside. She wondered vaguely if she had left out
enough kitty kibbles for Floop while she fluffed her dyed hair and
nervously examined the stairs.
"Shall I wait here?" asked Rachel, rolling down the car window.
"Um," said Amanda. She looked at the stairs again. She more than half
dreaded discovering that Barbie was home after all. They just didn't
get along anymore. Even worse, she felt afraid of confronting her
grandchild. Kelly and she had an even rockier relationship than she had
with her daughter. Not that Kelly would be actively disrespectful, but
Amanda knew that the child regarded her as something of an ogre.
"Go ahead, you goddam drunk," Amanda muttered and started up the
stairs.
***
In the food court, a group of musicians began tuning up on the
bandstand. Two guys with electric guitars and a woman with a keyboard.
The wide patio between the eateries filled with the squeaks and squawks
of connections being tested and decisions being made.
"So where do you want to go, chiquita, to get a soda?" asked Jimmy.
"Um, I don't care?"
"If we went to the Upper Crust," suggested Doug, "we could each have a
slice of pizza, I'm getting a little bit hungry."
The boys all made noises of agreement then looked at Kelly who hic
coughed again. All three smiled at him and he giggled nervously.
"That's okay," he hazarded finally. "I could eat a slice."
Tommy laughed. "You can't be worried about your figure, chica, you
ain't hardly got one."
Jimmy slapped his friend on the top of the head, "Pendejo! Don't say
stuff like that!"
"Cabron!" retorted Tommy, then to Kelly. "He's got the sweets for you,
I think."
"-hic-!"
The two taller boys scuffled a bit trading slaps and insults. Kelly
tried to move away, remembering the earlier scuffle between the Mann
brothers. He bumped into Doug, who took his hand suddenly. "Let's get
away from those morons," Doug offered.
Kelly blinked then nodded and hic coughed again. Doug laughed. "It's
unbelievable," he said, leading Kelly toward the takeout window of
Upper Crust Pizza. Doug had made a conclusion and a decision but he
didn't share it with anyone yet.
Kelly almost forgot to be afraid of what it might be that Doug had
trouble believing. "W-what?"
"Those two," Doug explained. "They're like that all the time. They're
cousins and I guess they've been doing it for years."
Kelly giggled in relief. Jimmy and Tommy quickly caught up with Doug
and Kelly as they stepped up to the window. It wasn't really busy and
they didn't have to wait in line. "I'm buying Kelly's stuff," said
Jimmy.
"You buy the soda," said Tommy, "I'll buy her pizza!"
"Guys!" snapped Doug. "Four sodas, four slices of pizza, that's gonna
be 14.72, 4.91 split three ways. Have you cowboys got five bucks each?"
"How does he do that?" protested Tommy digging for his wallet.
"I've got money," Kelly began but Jimmy laughed while getting out his
money.
"We don't let pretty girls buy their own snacks," Jimmy explained. "You
our guest, chiquita. And here you go, Ka-Ching." He handed a slightly
grubby five-dollar bill to Doug. "What you having, Kelly? What kind of
soda and do you want cheese, sausage or combo pizza?"
"Diet Coke and cheese, please," said Kelly, grateful that Jimmy had
saved him from having to ask what the menu might be.
Doug made all the orders at the window and paid with a twenty while
Tommy moved quickly to grab some seats at a good distance from the
band. "You sit too close, you can't talk," he explained, piling his
share of Kelly's shopping bags on one end. He dragged some of the green
plastic chairs closer, too.
Jimmy took Kelly's hand again and led him toward the table. "You don't
need your glasses no more?" he asked, dumping the rest of the Gap
labeled bags.
Kelly giggled. "Oh, I need them. They got broken this morning. My aunt
is buying me some new ones; we have to go pick them up soon? Before
six."
"Ah," nodded Jimmy. "I wondered, you keep looking like you can't see
what you're looking at." Kelly smiled at the tangled syntax. Jimmy
continued, "You getting some pretty ones this time?"
"Uh, yeah?" Kelly hiccupped again remembering the two pairs of fancy
frames Andie had picked out.
Tommy put in, "You look better without the glasses, at least, those old
ugly ones. They made you look like a boy."
"You keep saying stupid stuff!" Jimmy growled at his cousin.
Doug called from the pizza window, "Hey! Help me carry this stuff."
"I'll go," offered Tommy.
"Yeah, you go," said Jimmy. He pulled one of the plastic chairs into
position for Kelly. There didn't seem any reason not to, so Kelly sat
and then Jimmy sat down next to him. Their knees touched and Kelly
clamped down on the impulse to flinch away. His heart seemed to be
beating loud enough to drown out the band who had begun a slow, cool
jazz ramble, a low key jam while they waited for something else to
happen.
"Your family is rich?" Jimmy indicated the bags and raised his voice to
be heard.
Kelly giggled, "No, not my mom and me?" He didn't want to talk about
his mom's supposed engagement to Harold Mann.
"You don't got a dad?"
"Uh, no."
Jimmy didn't ask any more questions about that, sensing Kelly's
reluctance; he changed the subject. "Did you see all those people
inside the pizza place?" He gestured toward the Upper Crust doors.
"Um?" said Kelly.
"Rich people and wanna-be rich people, bunch of Snobsters and Upper
Crustaceans, for sure. Not like us," Jimmy said smiling.
Kelly giggled, partly from the horrible puns and partly from the memory
of joking with Barbie about being poor but mostly from his continuing
nervousness. At least, he seemed to have stopped hiccupping.
"I like to make you laugh, chiquita," said Jimmy. And still smiling, he
leaned a bit toward Kelly.
Kelly turned his face up to look at the taller boy; at this distance he
could actually see Jimmy's expression and he puzzled about it a bit. He
didn't recall having seen such an expression on anyone before. When
Jimmy's lips brushed his, it took him completely by surprise.
***
"There's nobody home," Amanda called down to her friend from the
landing at the top of the wooden stairs.
"Well, what do you want to do?" Rachel called back, leaning out of the
car window.
Amanda nibbled on her nails, "I dunno? Why don't either of us have cell
phones?"
"You want to go back to that liquor store we saw and make a call?"
"I guess." Amanda started down the stairs, her reddened curls bouncing.
"Who will you call?" asked Rachel.
"The only place I can think of, I don't remember any of the places
where Barbie works." She didn't want to remember them; they were all
bars and nightclubs, places she didn't go or even think of anymore.
"I'm going to call Barbie's friend at that beauty salon."
***
Sarah watched a little enviously; Pete and Cheryl were acting as if
they hadn't seen each other in a week, and right in the middle Virgin
Records, too. The tall redhead made the recently enhanced blonde look
tiny, even though Sarah knew Cheryl was at least six inches taller than
she.
"You ready to get something to eat?" asked Richard.
"Hey, yeah, sounds good," Pete spoke up, breaking the lip lock he had
on Cheryl's neck.
"Not you," Richard complained.
Sarah giggled. "I think I could eat something?"
Richard took out his cell phone. "I'm just going to call and see what's
up with Andie and Kelly."
Sarah tried not to pout. This Kelly girl sounded more and more like
trouble for her intentions toward Richard.
***
Harry watched how other men in the Las Vegas airport looked at Barbie.
The little blonde didn't really need the improved figure he'd given her
that morning but it probably helped. Harry felt a little bit better
about Barbie insisting on the boob job he had promised her; it didn't
make him jealous for other men to look at his fiance. He rather enjoyed
the idea that they might envy him.
Oblivious to the looks she was getting, Barbie chewed nervously on her
lip. She knew that a twelve year old girl faced dangers that most boys
the same age never thought about; she knew from experience. "I want to
call Andie again," she said. "I don't like the idea of Kelly being
alone out there dressed...like in the pictures. Andie has too many
holes in her head."
Harry handed over his cell phone. "Just hit five and connect; her cell
is on my speed dial."
***
"I'm gonna go see if Kelly has been abducted by those boys," said
Andie, closing the till on the check Melissa had given her. "Wanna go
with?"
"I don't guess so," said Melissa. "I got to get home and do some other
stuff." She smiled. "Wish Kelly luck from me." She checked her
appearance in the mirrors one last time. As always, Andie had done a
wonderful job making the wig look not just real but stylish.
"She could use some luck, her and her mother," agreed Andie, following
her friend out the back door to the parking lot behind the salon. "I'm
gonna take the car, even though it's just across the shtreet, the kid
and I have to go pick up her glasses."
Her cell phone rang just as she reached the car.
***
Phil Constable had gotten off the Greyhound and checked the map on the
wall of the tiny station before he realized that he had left his book
on the bus. He looked up just in time to see it pull away, heading for
Irvine and San Juan Capistrano. He'd had that book, The Horse
Whisperer, for a long time and he felt sad about losing it. He'd read
and re-read it so much it had almost fallen apart. Maybe he could get a
new one.
He turned back to look at the map; it showed the location of nearby
motels and restaurants and shopping malls. Phil decided he could check
at the Bookstar in this place called Triangle Square, less than half a
mile away. He felt like walking after hours of riding on the bus and
train, anyway. His bag of spare clothes, toiletries and other items he
might need wasn't that heavy.
He set out, not hurrying, but not walking slowly. Pedestrians were
automatically suspects in Southern California and he didn't want a
policeman to get curious about him. He was just a short, almost
colorless man of nearly indeterminate age strolling along Harbor
Boulevard in the sweet, soft, salty wind from the ocean. His bright
blue eyes and height were his most notable attributes and neither would
be that apparent to a passing motorist. There were no foot patrolmen in
Costa Mesa.
The August sun felt much milder near the ocean, he thought. A very
pleasant day for a walk. He treasured walking, anyway, especially a
long walk toward a goal he felt he could reach. He could catch an OCTA
bus on Newport near Triangle Square that would take him the three or so
miles to the McFadden Pier, or maybe even closer to the address Amanda
had given him for Barbie's apartment. But the pier would be close
enough he decided; he could have another walk before he reached
Barbie's place.
He shied away from thinking about what he intended to do when he saw
her again after more than twelve years. He didn't think about what he
had in the traveling bag, either. He didn't think about why he had been
fired from his job as a veterinary assistant.
He moved according to decisions he had made long ago, accepting
unplanned contingencies as they arose and adjusting his movements
accordingly. He didn't think about whether his plans were something a
sane man would consider doing.
Doctors, lawyers and judges had decided that he was sane enough to go
to prison and more doctors, the warden and the parole board had decided
that he was sane enough to be released. It wasn't his problem.
Hunger had become his immediate problem. He hadn't eaten since he left
Merced early in the morning. There would probably be somewhere to eat
in the oddly named mall. Pizza sounded good, malls usually had a pizza
place.
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