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HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION
PT. 2
By Rachel Rogers
Carol was starting to get a little worried. It had been two hours since
Russ and his mom had left and she knew she had gotten him into a fix
again. It's not like it was her fault really. She hadn't forced him to do
anything. If he weren't so wishy-washy she'd have never gotten him into
that dress. Who was she kidding? She'd conned him again. Russ was just a
decent guy who had one tiny character flaw. He trusted her. Damn it! She
didn't mean to always get him in trouble...it just happened! On the bright
side, she didn't think his mom was upset. Moms could be tricky though.
They could be all smiles on the outside and seething volcanoes on the
inside. The worst part was not knowing how much trouble she was in. When
the defecation came into contact with the rotary oscillator she was going
to be covered from head to toe. God! Why didn't he call? Maybe she should
call him? Nope, bad idea. Why remind everyone who the instigator was?
Russ was looking in the mirror again. It was all so bizarre. How was it
possible that he could look that much like a girl? Why didn't he take the
dress off and change into his normal clothes? Did he actually like looking
like a girl? Well, to be perfectly honest...yeah, he did. He wasn't sure
he wanted to admit that to himself yet. The whole situation was like an
episode of the 'Twilight Zone'. Carol talking him into this and then
finding out his dad had spent an entire summer living as a woman. That
little fact was still making his brain spin. Dad had lived as a woman.
There was no one on the planet he respected more. Other guys bitched about
their dads constantly. His father had always been supportive. Even when he
was being punished, he knew his father was doing it out of love. When he
was a kid, his father would play baseball with him and the other kids from
the block. When he wanted to play basketball in junior high, his father
was at every game. When he wanted to join the choir, in high school, his
father was at every concert. When he got a part in the school play his
father was there on opening night. Always encouraging him to follow his
passion and do the best he could. That's why he got so scared at the
prospect of having his dad see him dressed this way. He thought he'd be
letting him down. But just as always, his dad had come through for him
again.
"I'm still having a little trouble remembering you're my son," my mother
said from the doorway. "You just look so pretty!"
I wasn't sure to blush or smile. "I'm having a hard time with it myself.
Part of me is saying I shouldn't be doing this. Normal guys don't dress up
as girls. But there's another part that says it's no big deal."
Mom came, stood behind me, put her arms around my waist and rested her
chin on my shoulder. "Look in that mirror and tell me what is not normal.
All I see is a mother loving her child. How can that be wrong?"
We stood there a few more minutes until I finally began to smile. "I look
like you." I'd always known I looked more like my mom than my dad, but now
the resemblance was uncanny. I looked like a teenage version of my mother.
"Maybe that's why I feel so pretty."
"Flattery will get you everywhere my dear." Mom turned me around and took
hold of my hands. "I do want to ask you some questions though. Are you
okay with what your father told you? We weren't trying to hide it from
you, we just never thought it would be necessary to tell you."
"I've gotta' admit mom, it still has me a little shaken. Well, this whole
experience has me a little shaken."
She held my hand as she led me over to the bed and we sat on the edge.
"Well, which has got you freaked the most...your father's story or the way
you look?"
"Both!" I didn't quite know what to say. "I'm not really sure what I'm
supposed to do! Shouldn't I be mad at Carol for getting me into another
mess? But, what mess? Nobody's upset! You and Dad aren't even all that
surprised."
Mom squeezed my hands. "Honey, what you are forgetting is that we've been
through this before. What dad didn't tell you was that he was very
confused and had a hard time adjusting. We even talked about this
situation before we got married. We talked about how we'd treat our
children if one of them ever showed signs of being gay or transgender.
Before you say anything, I know this was just a silly experiment. But even
if it's not, the bottom line is that we will always love you and support
you."
"Now," she said as she hugged me, "tell me how you honestly feel about
looking like a girl. Do you like how you look?"
I decided that she deserved the truth, just like I had gotten from her and
dad. "Yeah, mom. I do. I mean, it's hard for me to accept. But, I do like
the way I look. I like the way the clothes make me feel. Is there
something wrong with me?"
"Oh, honey, no. There's nothing wrong with you. Everyone questions his or
her identity from time to time. Even their gender, sometimes. Especially
at your age. Just consider it a part of growing up."
"Does this mean I'm gay?"
Mom laughed as if I'd just delivered the punch line of her favorite joke.
"Oh, sweetie, if you weren't gay this morning, I doubt very seriously that
wearing a dress for a few hours will make you gay."
"But, isn't it wrong for me to like this? Guys aren't supposed to be
'pretty'. And, they're definitely not supposed to like being dressed as a
girl," I whined.
"I thought you were smarter than that," mom admonished. "Is there a rule
book for being a 'guy'? When was the edict passed that forbade 'guys' from
doing anything remotely feminine? Are you going to let some unknown 'they'
live your life for you or do you have the courage to do a little self
discovery?" She stood and turned to me. "Life has enough misery without
letting someone else inject their narrow set of 'rules'. Part of the joy
in life is experiencing different ideas and situations then taking what
you've learned and creating a more fulfilling life for yourself. That was
the lesson your father and I both learned over that summer."
"Did dad like living as a woman," I asked?
"Yes, I did." I hadn't realized he was standing in the doorway. "I liked
everything about it except plucking my eyebrows. Hurts like hell. I still
have nightmares."
That got me to smile. "Son, what we're trying to tell you is don't be
afraid of your feelings. And don't let anyone else tell you how you're
supposed to feel."
Everything they said made sense. It wasn't anything they hadn't been
trying to teach me all of my life. I'd just never imagined this particular
scenario. Then I had a small aneurysm and blurted out, "Can I do this
again?"
Mom just looked at Dad with that knowing little smile she has. "Tell ya
what. Why don't you call Carol and see if she has another outfit or two
you can borrow and you can try being a girl for a couple of days. See how
you like it."
"Do you mean it?"
"Of course! Besides, Carol's probably going nuts wondering what happened
to you."
I can't take this. I'm gonna' have a stroke! Carol kept the dialogue
running in her head. He should have called by now. Maybe his parents are
so mad they won't let him call me. A bad influence. That's what they'll
call me. A bad, wicked, deceitful, bitch of an influence! I've ruined
everything!! Her phone rang the moment her hand touched the receiver.
Jerking her hand away she let out a startled gasp. Glancing at the caller
ID really didn't make her feel any easier. It was Russ. She tentatively
picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Carol, it's me."
"OK. How much trouble are we in? Will I ever see the inside of a mall
again?"
I pulled the handset away from my ear for a moment. "What the hell are
talking about?" I asked. Carol has been known to be a bit of a drama
queen.
"What am I talking about? I'm talking about solitary confinement until I'm
old and gray! I'm talking about no phone, no TV, and no computer! I'm
talking about being grounded! I'm talking about being forbidden to ever
see you again! That's what I'm talking about!"
I was confused. "When did all this happen?"
"Quit playing with me, ok?" I could hear the stress in her voice. "I've
been sitting here waiting for the axe to fall. Just tell me how bad things
are and what the hell you're laughing at!"
It took a moment for me to regain control. "Sorry," I said between laughs.
"You know, you really deserve all that punishment for getting me into
another mess. But, I'm gonna' let you off the hook. Nobody's in trouble.
Not me or you."
"You mean it?" Relief flooded through Carol's voice. "Your mom really
wasn't upset? I thought maybe that was just an act."
"Nope. She was pretty cool about the whole thing. So was my dad when he
saw me. I thought I was gonna' have a coronary though."
"Your dad saw you and he didn't freak?" I could hear her disbelief.
"At first, I thought he would lose it and go postal or something but he
never batted an eye. He even told me I was a pretty cute girl." I didn't
think I should tell her about Dad's story. That was probably something
best kept in the family.
"I-I can't believe it. I don't know what to say." Now there was a first.
"Actually," I said, "they're going to let me stay this way for awhile."
"Wait a minute. What are you saying?" Carol was really confused.
"They're going to let me be a girl for a few days. Just to see what it's
like. That is, if I can borrow a couple of more outfits from you." I could
almost hear her jaw hit the floor. Or maybe it was her brain exploding?
"Hold it! Hold it! I can't get my head around this. Let's go back to the
beginning. Are you telling me you like wearing a dress?"
I started laughing again.
"Yep."
"And, you like it so much you want to see what it's like to be a girl for
a few days."
"Yep."
"And, you want me to help you."
"Of course," I said. "What do I know about being a girl?"
"And, your parents are ok with this?"
"Totally ok. They're even calling me Rachel. That was the name they had
picked out if I had been born a girl."
"Ok...ok. Just give me a minute to think this through." I swear I could
hear the gears turning in her head. "This is so cool! It'll be like
playing dress-up again." She was starting to get revved up about it. "Wait
till I tell the girls! They'll freak!"
"Hey! You can't tell anyone!" I interrupted.
"Why not?"
"If anyone finds out about this it'll ruin the whole experiment."
"Sorry, I'm not following you."
"Look, if I want to find out what it's like as a girl then I have to be
treated as a real girl. Not a guy in a dress. Besides, it's not like
anyone else is going to see me anyway." I didn't mention that life, as I
knew it, would be over for me if anyone found out. Teenagers are the most
ruthlessly cruel people on the planet. Lepers have more social life than
someone who runs afoul of 'the crowd'. The barrage of insults and jeers
would continue for years. I wasn't about to risk that. I hoped Carol would
get the message.
"Ok. I get you now. So, this little 'experiment' of yours, how long's it
supposed to last?"
"Just a couple of days I guess. Really, I guess it depends on how I feel
about everything and how my parents feel, of course".
"So, we'll need outfits for...let's say three days...and of course all the
accessories to go with them," she said. "Uh-oh. I think we've got a
problem."
"What?"
"My mom. How am I supposed to get you everything you need without her
finding out? There's no way I can lie to her. You know that." Carol's mom
had the uncanny ability to know when Carol was lying. Every single time!
Carol had never gotten away with so much as a half-truth! Never. It was
really kind of spooky. So, where her mom was concerned, Carol lived by the
rule that 'honesty is the best policy'. She didn't have a choice.
But I had an ace in the hole Carol didn't know about. Carol's mom had been
my mother's roommate in college. She knew about Dad's experiment and had
never said a word. I was hoping for the same level of discretion.
"Ok. Tell your mom if you have to but, for God's sake, don't tell anyone
else."
"I swear I won't tell another soul," Carol said.
I got serious. "Hey, you don't think I'm weird or anything do you?"
Carol was very emphatic. "Hell yes! But, then you've always been an
enchilada short of a full Mexican plate."
I think my silence told her I wasn't kidding. "Look, I was just jokin'"
she said. "Yeah, I think it's kinda weird that you like wearing a dress.
But at the same time, it's cool that you're doing this so you can learn a
little bit about the other half. Besides, I can't wait to pay you back for
all those times you snapped my bra."
That got me laughing again. "It is pretty freaky, isn't it?" I said.
The conversation after that was actually pretty mundane. If you consider
that we were making plans for my transformation mundane. Carol would come
to my house in the morning with a few more outfits and we'd just kind of
wing it from there. Of course, everything depended on how her mom would
react.
I had finished with Carol and was sitting there on my bed trying to figure
out when I had lost my mind, and my mom came through the door. "So, is
Carol going to help," she asked?
"Yeah, she's bringing some more stuff over in the morning."
"Excellent," she said. "Here, I brought you something you might want to
sleep in." She handed me a pair of yellow pajamas made of satin. Just
shorts with an elastic waist and a pullover top. There was lace around the
neckline and the sleeves. "You'll want to leave on your panties and maybe
your bra, but that's up to you. You may not be too comfortable trying to
sleep in a bra. I also brought you some makeup remover and some cotton
pads. It's not smart to sleep in your makeup." I had forgotten I was even
wearing makeup. "It'll ruin your skin and your pillow case. Just follow
the directions on the bottle."
It was then that I uttered the first line in what was to be a whole new
vocabulary for me.
"Mom? Would you unzip me?"
Giggling, she said, "I guess you haven't had much practice getting in and
out of a dress." With that she turned me around and unzipped my dress. "Be
sure you hang this up. You've only worn it for a few hours and it's still
clean."
So, I stepped out of the dress then hung it in my closet. It looked very
out of place with all my jeans and shirts. When I walked into my bathroom,
still wearing my slip and other lingerie, I got another shock. Looking at
my self in the mirror was like seeing some strange girl in her underwear.
I felt like a peeping tom. Standing there I saw just how feminine my body
looked. Why had I never noticed this before? I figured it was the
packaging. I had never worn anything remotely "girly" before. Now, here I
was in all this satin and lace with curves where there had never been
curves before. I figured once I stripped I'd see my old self again. But,
wasn't that the whole point? I didn't want to see my old self. I liked
this new me. And I was going to get to be "her" for a few more days.
After removing my makeup I washed my face and took off the slip and
pantyhose. I decided to leave the bra on thinking that if it got too
uncomfortable I could take it off later. I put on the yellow pajamas Mom
had brought me and slipped into bed. I was delighted with the way they
slid across the sheets. I lay there for a while wondering what the next
few days would be like. I fell asleep with a feeling of quiet
anticipation.
I woke the next morning as if a switch had been turned on. One second I
was sound asleep, the next I was wide-awake. No grogginess or
sluggishness. Just 'click', ready to go. I remember thinking that 'gee,
the bra hadn't been uncomfortable at all'.
I headed to the bathroom and took my first completely voluntary step
toward my impending girlhood. I sat to pee.
I stood in front of the mirror and realized I hadn't gotten all of my
makeup off the night before. I had these little black specks in the corner
of my eyes and dark rings under my eyes. I washed my face and started
brushing my hair. I was a little disappointed that most of the curl had
fallen out. I did, however, brush my bangs back down and put my hair in a
ponytail, this time much higher on my head.
I came back in my room and found that my mom had left a matching yellow
satin robe across the foot of my bed. I put on the robe and headed to the
kitchen where I could hear Mom making breakfast.
"Good morning, Rachel. Sleep ok?" she said. I was a little taken aback at
her calling me Rachel.
"I slept great, mom."
She came and wrapped her arms around me and said, "I like your hair this
way. It's cute." There are some things I'm just going to have to get used
to. Being 'cute' is one of them. "You shouldn't use a rubber band though,
it'll damage your hair."
I just smiled at her. I think she was going to enjoy having a daughter for
the next few days. "It's all I had," I said.
"Well, I've got all kinds of barrettes and such that you can use."
"So, you and Dad are still OK with all of this?" I asked.
"We haven't changed our minds. And I take it you haven't either based on
how you're dressed." She gave me a little smile half hidden behind her
coffee cup. "Now sit down and eat. You've got a big day ahead."
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that. I figured it couldn't be
anywhere near as stressful as yesterday.
"You've got a lot to do before Carol gets here."
I just looked at her dumbfounded.
She continued, "You've got to bathe and wash and dry your hair. You've
also got to shave your legs and underarms. I've got everything you need.
We should also try and do your nails before you get dressed, if we've got
time."
I guess I hadn't really thought this all through. I hadn't even considered
shaving my legs. But, just the thought was appealing.
Mom herded me up to my bathroom as soon as I finished eating. "You start
the bath and I'll get the toiletries," she said. "Bath?" I asked. "Can't I
just take a shower?"
"And miss out on one of the great pleasures of being a girl?" said Mom.
"Not on your life."
So, I started filling the tub and Mom came back with an armload of bottles
and sponges and God only knows what. She poured a few capfuls of bath oil
in the tub and the room instantly filled with a flowery aroma. She
explained how I was to use each product and then handed me one of those
pink disposable razors.
As I stepped into the bath I realized Mom was right. This was heavenly!
The warm water and the aroma of the bath oil worked its magic on me. I
could have stayed there for days but remembered there was more excitement
ahead. I used the razor as Mom had directed and was soon rewarded with a
clean smooth body. I followed her directions with the shampoo and
conditioner also. When I stepped out of the tub I used the lotion she'd
left me. I was simply astounded at how soft and smooth my skin felt.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and started to brush out my hair.
Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed something not quite right. I
grabbed one of the larger towels and swapped it with the one around my
waist. This one I wrapped around my chest like I had seen the girls on TV
do. Now I thought I looked right.
Mom knocked and asked, "Are you decent?"
I let her in, she noticed the towel and just smiled her approval. She
handed me a pair of her panties and said, "These will have to do for now."
I thought they weren't much different from what Carol had given me and
slipped them on under the towel.
"OK. Let's get started on your hair."
I followed her into her bedroom and sat at her vanity as indicated. I
usually just let my hair air dry so blow-drying was kind of new to me. Mom
worked the warm air through my hair with first her fingers and then the
brush. When she was finished, I felt like I had twice as much hair on my
head and couldn't believe how soft and silky it felt. Instead of pulling
it back she just brushed a little behind my ears leaving it hanging in
front of my shoulders. Once again I marveled at how just a few minor
changes made me look so feminine.
"I think we've got time to do your nails before Carol gets here," she
said. "We may have to wait on your toes though." She opened one of the
drawers on the vanity and selected her tools. My nails, obviously, weren't
long but weren't all chipped and bitten down like some guys. She filed
them a little to shape them then buffed each one. Slowly and with expert
strokes she coated each nail with a pearlescent pink. "Now, keep your
fingers apart and away from everything until the polish dries. This will
take a few minutes even though it's fast drying." I did as directed and
kept my hands out in front of me thinking they looked very pretty. "While
we're waiting, let's talk about what it means to be 'ladylike'. You need
to focus on what you're doing all the time. When you wear a skirt or a
dress you need to be conscious of where it is and what may happen. Like
smoothing your skirt under you when you sit, for example. It's not just to
prevent wrinkles. It's also to keep it down so you don't give everyone a
peek at your undies. The same is true of some blouses or tops. It's
important to understand how the fabric may move so you don't expose too
much. Girls your age are just starting to flaunt their femininity and
sometimes they go too far. They tend to leave nothing to the imagination,
which is a very powerful tool where boys are concerned."
I was about to say something about being a boy when the doorbell rang.
"That must be Carol," I said. "She's earlier than I thought she'd be."
"You stay here and don't touch anything," Mom said. "I'll bring her up."
I sat there wondering how you could tell if your nail polish was dry when
I heard this thumping and banging coming up the steps.
"You just gonna' sit there or could you maybe give me a hand or
something," Carol grunted as she walked into the room with a suitcase
roughly the size of a steamer trunk.
"I can't. My nails aren't dry," I said thinking that sounded ridiculous
coming from my mouth.
"Oh my God! You're gonna' be one of those girls. 'I can't do anything
'cause I might break a nail.' Give me a break!"
"Easy Carol," said Mom. She was carrying another suitcase almost as big as
the one carol had brought in. "She's only doing what I told her to do.
What all did you bring? We only need a couple of outfits."
"See, that's what I told my mother! But, she got all wound up and said we
needed 'options' and the next thing I know, she's throwing things in the
suitcase! She also said something about the apple not falling far from the
tree, whatever that means."
Mom and I just looked at each other knowing exactly what Carol's mother
was referring to.
"By the way," Carol said, "she wants to see you." Carol kind of looked
away when I whipped my head back around.
"What do you mean," I demanded!
"Well, she didn't get to see you yesterday. And, when I told her about
your experiment, she said she wanted to meet Rachel. I'm sorry! There was
nothing I could do!" she pleaded.
I cringed at the thought of parading around in front of some body else.
"Well," said Mom, "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. First, we
need to get you dressed. Let's see what we've got to work with."
The next fifteen or twenty minutes were spent with Carol and Mom going
through the contents of the suitcases. Occasionally, they'd turn and look
at me or hold something up in front of me. For the most part they just
ignored me. I was beginning to feel like a life size Barbie doll! I had
finally had enough.
"Hello-o! Yoo-hoo! Anybody remember me! I'm the one sitting here in a
towel! Can I please have something to put on?"
"Oops. Sorry sweetie," said Mom.
It finally dawned on Carol just what was happening here. She started
grinning from ear to ear. "I really can't believe you're doing this. You
know, this isn't what they mean by getting into a girls' panties."
"Carol!!"
"Gee, you're a real laugh riot. Har-har-har," I said with as much sarcasm
as I could muster.
"Stop it you two," Mom said. "Carol, get Rachel a bra while I check her
nails."
Mom looked at my hands and had me touch two of my nails together. "Any
stickiness?" When I shook my head no she said, "good".
Carol handed me a bra similar to the one I'd worn yesterday only this one
had padded cups. She explained how to wrap it around my waist, hook it
then bring the straps over my shoulders. Once I had the foam inserts in,
my bust looked even larger than the day before.
SNAP!!
"Ouch!"
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