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Thunderstruck
by Arcie Emm
They had not been completely sober, Alex the Dropout having snuck them a
twelve-pack in exchange for a six-pack of his own, when the idea had come
up. And though nobody remembered exactly whose idea it was, each
remembered that Dylan had drunkenly agreed to it.
The next day, after sobering up, it had not taken him long to realize the
idiocy of the idea. Therefore, he spent the next week protesting that
there was no way that he was going to follow through. Despite taunts of
being a chicken, guilt trips at backing out on a promise, and even the
silent treatment for a day, he still would not give in. Then the guys had
decided to play dirty, convincing Jennifer, Cody's sister to join them in
the persuasion game. Against her Dylan was almost powerless, had been
ever since he first went to Cody's place to play. In the end he had only
been strong enough to extract the promise to let him take her to a movie
in exchange for his night of humiliation.
Now that night had arrived and he was being rewarded with a questionable
bonus, spending the first part of the Friday evening, beginning the
Labour Day long weekend, with Jennifer in her grandparent`s fifth wheel
trailer. It would have been so much better if she was not helping him get
dressed as a girl.
"You look a lot better with your hair clean, instead of your usual
straggly mess, Dylan."
"It makes it all poofy, looks goofy. Umm, what're you going to do with
it?"
"Well you would look cute if I give you a couple of braids, with pink
bows."
"Jennnn..."
"Well maybe just a pony tail, but not yet, first you need to get dressed.
Head to the bedroom, at the back end of the trailer, where you'll find
your outfit."
Mumbling the entire way, Dylan moved towards his doom. Mumbling that did
not abate when Jennifer pleasantly called out. "You should be grateful,
I'm not going to have you wear a bra and I got you boy shorts for
panties."
"Thanks, Jennifer." He answered, the dripping sarcasm only causing her to
laugh.
Closing the door behind him, Dylan leaned backwards, banging his head
against it, once, twice, and then three times. "You really are an idiot,
Dylan Campbell."
With that undoubted truth out of the way, he looked at the outfit laying
on the bed. Sighing, he gave up the fight and began to undress, kicking
off his sandals, before removing his t-shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs.
Those last he quickly exchanged for the, inappropriately named in his
mind, boy shorts, which had a pattern he admitted was amusing. He then
put on the short sleeved, white blouse, its rounded collar and backwards
buttons differentiating it from a similar dress shirt he owned. Now the
moment of truth, one that he decided not to delay, stepping into the red
and black checked skirt, which he pulled it up to his waist, its short
length barely hiding the panties. Finding the shirt not long enough to
tuck in, he located a zipper at the back and pulled it up.
Thinking he was being quite a good sport about the whole thing, Dylan
frowned down at the last package on the bed. Deciding enough was enough,
he picked it up and left the bedroom, saying, "I'm not wearing these,
Jennifer."
"Well, then we'll just have to shave your legs."
"What?"
"Well if you're not willing to wear stockings, to hide the hair on your
legs, you'll just have to shave them."
"But...but...but it's only for one night."
"Just kidding, Dylan," Jennifer laughed. "Will these socks be better?"
"Definitely."
"Good and why are you wearing your skirt like that?"
"Uhh? Like what?"
Instead of answering, she stepped towards him, and began to twist the
skirt around his waist. "Didn't you notice the safety pin? It's supposed
to be at the front and the zipper at your side. There, that's better, now
sit down and put on your socks."
He almost protested, before deciding it was quite okay to not know the
proper way to wear a skirt. Taking the white socks, he found them quite
thin, like dress socks. Pulling them up, almost to his knees, he noticed
Jennifer's smirk. Guessing that he had somehow been had, he said nothing.
Instead, looking at the shoes she held, he asked, "Golf shoes?"
"Of course not, silly. A good girl always wears saddle shoes with her
uniform."
With no answer he just put them on, then let Jennifer help him with the
short plaid tie. Moving him to a bench seat, folding his skirt under his
bum as he sat, she wrapped a beach towel around his neck, covering his
clothes, she said, "Ready for some make-up?"
"More than anything in my life, Jennifer."
"Funny boy. Don't worry, you'll be a doll."
A doll may have been a bit of a stretch, but she did a good enough job
that only a close-up examination would give away the truth. A pony-tail
of his long hair, tied high on his head with a red ribbon, only made the
disguise better. Deflated, Dylan limply sat there, letting Jennifer paint
his finger nails pink, when the door of the trailer opened and his four
idiot friends entered. Their stares causing him to blush.
"Holy shit, I can't believe you went through with it, Dylan," Anthony,
the group's leader, laughed.
"You're a miracle worker, Jennifer," Cody said, while Jon and Kevin
satisfied themselves with Beavis and Butthead laughs.
"What the fuck do you mean, you can't believe I went through with it? I
thought you were expecting me to be dressed like this."
"Well, we all thought you would chicken out or come to your senses."
"Shiiit. You didn't expect me to do it?"
"Nope!"
"You guys are assholes. Okay, I'm changing back, how do I get this make-
up off?"
"Don't you want me to go on a date with me, Dylan?"
"Wha...of course, Jennifer."
"Well the deal was only if you do this."
"Buuut..."
"Come on, Dylan, you've already gone this far and it will only be for
thirty minutes. It'll be a laugh." Cody said.
"For you guys, maybe."
"Definitely, but I'm sure you will look back on it and laugh with us."
"Ah, fuuuuuuu....I can't believe I'm actually considering this. Screw it,
okay, but if I get beat up, you all got to let me kick you in the balls."
"You're not going to get beat up and no fuckin' way." Anthony said.
"Bah, you all suck."
"You offering, cutie. Heh heh."
"Heh heh."
"You're a pervert, Kevin."
"Like I didn't know that, so you going to do it?"
"I guess. But I'm probably going to regret it."
"Without doubt."
"For sure."
"Absolutely!"
"Heh heh."
"Heh heh."
"Come on, Dylan. We already went to all this work and I'm really looking
forward to the movie tomorrow."
"Okay, let's do this."
"Load up the stuff, guys." Jennifer said, "Dylan, needs a few finishing
touches."
Looking at her warily, he was somewhat relieved when she took a red
girl's blazer from the closet, which she helped him into, pulling his
ponytail out of the way. Doing up the shiny gold button, he shook his
head at what she next removed from the closet. "No way, no friggen way."
"Come on, Dylan. You agreed that I get to decide what you're going to
wear."
"It'll get in the way."
"You idiots force me to watch all those YouTubes. You know that's not
true."
"But it's so pink."
"Of course, it's Hello Kitty, what do you expect?"
"Something not pink."
"Sometimes we don't get what we want, here let me help you."
"No, I need to hang the strap over my right shoulder." Deciding, it was
best to do it himself, Dylan took the Hello Kitty schoolbag from
Jennifer, made sure the strap was extended to its full length, and hung
it so it fell to his lower back. "Is that all?"
"Just about, I only have this left."
"A beret? Really, Jennifer, a beret?"
"It will be the perfect topper to the outfit."
"That's bad, Jennifer. I think you just leave the bad puns to Cody, it's
the only purpose he serves in your family."
"Hey, I heard that," Cody yelled.
"Good. Okay, pass it over. How's that look?"
Jennifer said, "Cute."
"Ain't that just ducky. Hey, idiot, give me that before you drop it."
This last was said to Jon, from whom he took his prized possession. It
was his Gibson electric guitar, an Angus Young Signature SG that had cost
him most of the money he had received from his grandfather's will. The
guitar was his hobby, his escape, and also part of the reason he found
himself in this situation. Although the guitar would be the thing that
got the least amount of blame. Checking that it was, he strapped it over
his left shoulder, flipping the Hello Kitty schoolbag out of the way to
let the guitar's strap rest comfortably against his back. By this time
the band had loaded the rest of their equipment on a trailer hooked to
Cody's quad.
"You guys ready?"
"Yep, why don't you wait here, while we set up, then come over in about
fifteen minutes," Anthony offered.
"No friggen way, I'm not wandering about by myself. There's safety in
numbers."
"Okay, but it will give people more chance to see you."
"If they stare, I'll just tell them I'm you're girlfriend."
"Funny, Dylan, real funny. Then let's go."
Following the rest of them out of the fifth wheeler, Dylan was glad it
was dark and that nobody else was around. Jennifer claimed the quad,
while the rest of band, all taller than him, unconsciously surrounded
their friend in the school girl outfit with rather pourous protection.
Walking across the dimly lit parking lot toward the city park stage, they
heard the sound of poorly played ZZ-Top.
"She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs. she know how to choose them."
Hearing those lines, Kevin looked down at Dylan's legs, sticking out from
his short skirt, and burst out in laughter. Dylan could not help it, he
joined in and soon after everyone was laughing. With the mood lightened
as the entered the lit area behind the stage, Anthony headed off to get
instructions. Meanwhile Dylan sat on the trailer trying to blend in with
the drum kit. That, or Jennifer's skill, seemed to work as nobody looked
too closely at them before Anthony returned.
"Okay, we're on next. Red Roadster will soon be finishing up, then
they'll have five minutes to get their crap off the stage, after which we
have five minutes to set up. Everybody, feeling it."
"Yeah," they mumbled.
"I said, is everybody feeling it?" Anthony asked, with more force, just
as if they were his Triple-A Midget hockey team, of which he was the
captain.
"We mumbled, yeah," Jon said with a grin.
"You guys suck."
"You offering, cutie. Heh heh."
"Damn it, Kevin. It wasn't funny the first time, either. And the rest of
you, quit laughing."
Ignoring their lead singer, who always got edgy before a performance, the
rest chatted until the music came to a conclusion, followed by half-
hearted applause. Guessing their time was close, they drifted towards the
stage, which caused the small group of support staff to looks their way
in curiosity. Most noticed Dylan, but despite rolling their eyes at the
school girl's outfit, nobody seemed to realize he was not the girl he
appeared to be. Soon they were able to start lugging their gear to the
curtained off stage, after the rather sad looking members of Red Roadster
left.
With sound equipment provided and the minimal amount of gear they owned,
setup did not require the full five minutes. Instead each took the time
to perform a few warm up exercises, before Anthony confirmed everybody`s
readiness and informed the guy running the stage.
Not long after, they all heard Rick Judson, the morning show host
announcing them on the other side of the curtain. "How's everybody doing?
I said, how's everybody doing? That's better. You all ready for the next
band in Rock 82.7's Battle of the Cover Bands, presented by Miller's
Autobody Shop? Let's hear it for High Voltage."
With that the curtain rose and the members of High Voltage were greeted
by weak clapping from the fifteen hundred or so spectators, a much larger
crowd than they had played before at the Youth Hall. Fortunately some of
their fans, mostly friends, were there providing as much noise as they
could. But it was also from this group of hooters and howelers that Dylan
heard someone shout, "What the fuck?"
That was as good a cue as Dylan had ever received. Without another
thought about his idiotic appearance, he began the introduction to
Thunderstruck. Within a few chords he had the bob going, tapping his left
foot twice while banging his head down, then twice with his right foot as
he brought his head up. Gently at first, but then as he got further into
the intro, heavier and heavier. And when Jon joined in with the drums,
hard enough that the beret went flying, intentionally. He had spent
enough time on YouTube rewatching the AC/DC videos available,
particularly those from Donnington. And though he had never worn the
schoolboy outfit of his idol, Angus Young, he always mimicked his
movements when performing. Tonight he planned to hide even further in his
morphed version of that character.
Soon after Anthony began to sing, he found himself strutting and running
about the small stage, dipping down into the duck walk as it struck him.
The band did not care, Dylan was their best musician and performer
amongst the five, they all knew it and were happy to ride along while
they played at being a band during the final years of high school.
After Thunderstruck, it was onto Shoot to Thrill, through which the red
ribbon in his hair did not survive. Loosened by multiple bobs, it joined
the beret on the stage during a duck walk. Still, many in the crowd
remained unaware of his true status, distance, the stage's lighting, and
his constant antics providing camouflage. However, the information had
begun to flow from their knot of friends and by the time they finished
Back and Black the truth had spread throughout the crowd. Its mood
changed, not yet negative, but less responsive than it had been at the
end of the first two songs. Noticing this and deciding to get things into
the open, he motioned for the bands attention when the song finished.
Seeing them all looking at him, he mouthed, "Jail Break, like
Donnington."
Anthony's eyes open questioningly, but he only nodded his head at which
point Cody, on rhythm guitar, began playing the intro, not leaving
anything for Anthony but to start singing. Soon the rest of the band had
joined in. Not quite three minutes into the song, after Anthony finished
the chorus, Dylan stepped forward and ripped out the appropriate riffs.
However, Anthony did not start the next verse, instead Jon and Kevin (on
bass guitar) started playing a repetitive hypnotic beat, Dylan throwing
riffs in once in awhile.
He had to work up his courage, but he could not take the minutes used by
the AC/DC to build up tension. High Voltage could never hold their
audience's attention like their heroes. One more crazy riff and he was
beside the drums, removing his guitar and the stupid Hello Kitty bag.
Moving towards the front of the stage, he unbuttoned the blazer, raised
his hands above his head and thrust his hips back and forth. Then
continuing his strut around the stage, back and forth, he slowly removed
his jacket, twirling it beside himself, before swinging it around his
head, Jon upping the beat on his symbols in accompaniment. Lowering it
again as Dylan brought the jacket down between his legs, scissoring it
back and forth before flinging it aside.
Many of the crowd were confused at his act, but there were enough metal
heads to know what he was doing. They began to shout and he fed off their
energy.
Untying the tie, he turned away from them, writhing as he slid it back
and forth, down his back, until it too was dropped. Turning back to the
crowd and undoing a button of his blouse, he paused, looking out
questioningly.
"Take it off! Take it off!"
Only a small group of shouters, but he began to slowly unbutton the
shirt, in a flirtatious parody. More people joined the shouting, almost
in tune with the throbbing beat played by his band mates. Turning away
from the crowd as he finished unbuttoning the shirt, he looked over his
shoulder questioningly, and receiving an even louder, "Take it off!"
Turning back to them, he ran to one side of the stage, flinging the shirt
wide open, showing his skinny chest. Then he repeated it, running to the
other side of the stage, before letting the shirt fall to the ground.
Turning again away from the crowd, he bent over, and suggestively grasped
the top of his skirt, swaying his bum. Pretending he did not receive the
proper response, Dylan ran over and repeated his actions on the other
side of the stage, then in the middle. Drawing it out, the drum and bass
pounding away, the crowd shouting for him to take it off, Dylan waited.
Finally, he reached downwards, grabbed the hem of the skirt and yanked it
up, showing the Union Jack panties.
As the crowd roared their laughter, he pranced over to his guitar and
strapped it on, letting Anthony retake the stage, once more it was time
for a Jaiiiilbreak. One that ended with Dylan laying on his back,
spinning about, kicking and shaking as he performed Angus Young's spasm.
The crowd was again on their side, as they moved into Money Talks and the
band was grinning and enjoying themselves while Dylan continued to run
and jump about the stage, the sweat turning his hair into it usual
stringy mop and making his make-up run messily. He did not care, he was
in the zone, and was more than ready to start Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
at the end of the song, if not for the stage manager cutting their sound
and Rick Judson coming onto the stage.
"Let's hear it for High Voltage, ladies and gentlemen." Waiting for the
cheers to die down, the host moved towards Dylan to ask, "And what's your
name, young lady?"
Hardly able to be mad at this joke, Dylan raised his hands to his head,
used his index fingers to make the devil's horns, and said, "Dylan
Campbell."
"Well Dylan, if you're one of Hell's belles, I think they need to do some
more recruiting."
Dylan just grinned, too amped up on the energy of the performance to not
enjoy the terrible joke. Judson just smiled at the crowd and shouted,
"Well what do you think, do you want High Voltage back for tomorrow's
finals? DO YOU?"
Listening to the applause, gesturing for more with his hand, he finally
turned to look at the band and said, "High Voltage, see you tomorrow."
With this the curtain dropped upon their performance. Continuing to look
at them, Rick said, "Well you fellows took a chance, but it worked out
for you."
"It was just stupidity, actually." Anthony admitted. "We came up with it
when we were drunk, then pestered Dylan into doing it, and he was too
dumb to back down."
"Hey a good gimmick's a good gimmick. Of course you're now stuck with it,
people will expect it to be part of your act now."
"Fuck!"
"Now Belle, is that the way for a young lady to speak."
Dylan, not taking offense, just looked at the sky in question while
everybody laughed. He only looked down when Jennifer, who had joined them
on stage, grabbed his arm and said, "Don't worry, since we'll be together
tomorrow afternoon, there will be lots of time for me to help you get
ready."
The End
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