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DANNY Part Four by Roberta J. Cabot This is a story about Daniel, a guy with a unique talent and an even more unique problem: A great singing voice and the looks of his gorgeous sister. And about how he and his buds handle his problems with the school bully when he dresses up as a girl in the annual Halloween costume contest, how he and his family deal with his having breasts, and how he deals with getting turned on by his would-be girlfriend. And how he ends up as the female lead singer for a high-school pop band. Never a dull moment with Batch Fourteen, and Dan & his gang. Author's Note: I started writing this December 2005, soon after I discovered the soon-to-be-defunct Fictionmania site, and I decided to try my hand at writing Transgender Fiction. And it took me this long to build up the courage to actually upload it for others to enjoy (or not - your option heheh). I recently resurrected what little I had of my old story, and though I am by no means a real writer, I hope to finish the rest of the story eventually Since I thought FM was gone, I first uploaded it in Crystal's StorySite,and, though still incomplete, I was convinced to try uploading it in other sites as well (BCTS et cetera). Through the friends I made in these sites, I found out from them that FM was back. So everything's come full circle. Here's the story now. Feedback would be most appreciated, so I do hope people write me back. I am by no means a real writer so I hope you will forgive any grammatical and literary flubs that you see. Further, given that this little piece had close to five years of gestation, many of the cultural referents will be off - for example, many of the songs used in the story are not current but in the story they're treated as if they were, yet at the same time other songs are really current songs. I hope you will forgive the temporal mismatch here, and try and enjoy the story despite this. Apologies also if the quoted lyrics are wrong - I got most of them off the net, or from my own memory - I didn't get them off official sources. So, without further ado, here we go with the story. Hope you like... (Don't forget! Feedback please!!) ***** Part 4: The Contest In Part Four, we see Danny attend his first-ever sleepover with the girls, and join a singing contest. Twelve: Pajama Party Planning ***** (Drew) ***** I opened the door and went to the living room. I found them sitting around the couch, with Danny sitting in the middle. Strewn on the table were the bags and boxes with the food the boys brought. They looked at me. "So?" Danielle asked. "So? So, what?" "Tell us what happened out there." "Nuthin'," I said nonchalantly, and smiled a dreamy little smile. "What do you mean, nothing? Come on, give!" "Maybe later," I said, and plunked myself down beside Nikki and Danny. I looked at the girls. "Aren't we supposed to go home and get our stuff?" "Stuff?" Danny asked. "Didn't they tell you?" "Tell me what?" I giggled. "Maybe later," I said. "But we all have to go home and get some things, but we'll be back as soon as we can." He looked puzzled. I patted his cheek. "Don't worry. It's a surprise." "Ready?" Joanne asked. She was just shrugging on her jacket. "Sure," I said, and grabbed mine. I gave Danny a kiss on the cheek and gave Danielle a quick hug. "Seeya later," I said to her, and we both giggled. Joanne dropped me off and I slammed her van's door. "Pick something nice for her," she said, and zoomed away. I rushed upstairs. I knocked on my Mom and Dad's door, and went in. "Mom? Dad? Is it okay if I sleep over at Danielle's?" Mom reluctantly sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Dad just mumbled and turned over. "What was that, honey?" She yawned. I sighed a bit theatrically. "I said, 'Is it okay if I sleep over at Danielle's?" "Who will be there?" "Just the girls - Danielle, Drew, Joanne, Betsy and some of the others." Mom yawned again. "I guess it's alright, then... zzzzzz..." I giggled. "Thanks, mom. Go back to sleep." I closed their door much more gently than when I opened it. I went to my room and gathered some essentials. As I was picking stuff, I thought it over, and grabbed a really gauzy light-green babydoll number. I never wore it since the bra cups were too large for me - I guess it was a case of wishful thinking on my part when I bought it. I imagined Danny wearing it, and I tingled all over. I also grabbed the matching pair of panties. It was a full pair, I guess to compensate for the fact there wasn't anything underneath the top. I grabbed my Canon SLR and Speedlight flash, making sure there was a freshly charged battery in the camera as well as an SDHC card, and grabbed my full makeup kit. I went downstairs and waited for Joanne. ***** (Joanne) ***** I had dropped everyone off before speeding home. When I got home and up to my room, I was so excited my palms were actually sweating. I feverishly stuffed things in my overnighter, bussed mom on the cheek as she and Dad watched TV, and rushed out the door, yelling over my shoulder that I was sleeping over at Danielle's tonight and I slammed the door. Mom didn't have a chance. I got in and tried to get the key in the ignition with my trembling hand three times. I stopped myself and took several calming breaths. It wouldn't do to wrap the van around a tree. I finally started the engine, took several calming breaths, and sedately pulled out of the driveway, tooting the horn and waving at mom. I went to Nikki's first since she was the closest, and as I pulled up to her house, I saw Nikki standing outside. Nikki slammed their front door and ran to my van like a rocket. She opened the van's back door, dropped her things, slammed it, almost ran to the passenger door and got in. She slammed the passenger door, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said breathlessly, "let's go!" I put the van in Drive, and verrry slowly pulled out into the street. "Faster, Joanne!" I laughed. "You're all excited, huh?" I goosed the gas and drove faster. She gave me a look. "Ha-ha," she said sarcastically, and we drove towards Janet's in companionable silence. "Aren't you excited, too?" she said after a while. I smiled sheepishly, and nodded. "I'm so excited, I'm actually nervous." Both of us giggled. I picked up Janet, Mel, then Drew and then June. The back was decidedly getting full. The four were giggling over the stuff they brought. June held up a bra she brought, and all four bursted out laughing. Nikki craned her neck to find out what it was all about, only to have the bra thrown at her. I turned to look at her, and saw her with it on her head. She looked like a rabbi wearing a yarmulke. I laughed out loud, and she threw the thing at me. We passed through the Haley's front gate and pulled up in front of Betsy's. Nikki stepped out to press the bell. "Leave some room for Betsy's stuff," I called to the back, and they moved their things around. Betsy came out with her violin case. I waved for her to ride in front. Their butler followed, carrying a huuuge suitcase. He swung open the back door of the van and struggled to find room for the big heavy bag. Betsy smiled at him. "Thank you, Walter," Betsy said. The big man huffed and nodded. "We'll see you tomorrow, then, miss." "Bye Walter," she said and hopped in beside Nikki. "All set?" I asked. Betsy gave Nikki and me a hug and nodded. She waved to the girls in the back. "So," I said, "what do you have in the bag?" She giggled merrily. "You'll see," she said. As I pulled up the Fairchild house, Danny came out and waved me on towards their open garage. I drove mom's little van in right next to Danny's 'stang, and as soon as I had the engine turned off, everyone started to get out. They all gave Dan big hugs and kisses, much to his surprised delight. "Hey, sexy," I called over. "How's about lending a poor lil ole girl like me a hand with these here bags?" Danny gestured in a "who me" kind of gesture. "Yes, hot stuff. I mean you." Danny gave me a very Spock-like eyebrow-raise and opened the back. He took down Betsy's big suitcase plus a large duffle, probably mine, and a large bulging backpack, and led the way inside, bringing the bags along. He was struggling with Betsy's big bag but more because of its unwieldly size than its weight. In fact he easily lifted it up and used it to push the door to the kitchen open. The girls and I looked at each other. "Danny's pretty strong," Betsy said. "No kidding," I said. "C'mon in guys," Danny called from inside. "Where do you want this stuff, by the way?" We went in and walked to the living room. Danny leaned the suitcase against the back of the sofa, with my duffle right beside it. The rest of us piled all our stuff right near it and settled ourselves down all over the living room - Nikki sharing the big overstuffed padded chair with Danny, of course; me, Betsy and Danielle sharing the sofa, and the rest sat on the floor with various throwpillows. Janet dragged a big beanbag chair from beside the Fairchild's big TV, parked it near Nikki's and Danny's feet and plopped down on it. Danielle had transferred the restaurant food into bowls and plates, and we had an Italian smorgasbord on the living room table. I heaped spaghetti on a plate and dug in, as well as the others. "So," Danny began, as our hunger tapered off a bit, "what do you guys have planned for tonight?" He popped a straw in a can of Coke Zero and daintily sipped the soda. "Well..." Danielle reluctantly began. "Planning!" Janet exclaimed. "What else?" "Joanne said it might be a sleepover thing, so should I leave you girls alone?" "No! You're part of it, you can't leave us." Danny looked at her in askance. "Well, after your revelations tonight, we gotta plan what's best to do. I mean, y'know, how to keep things under wraps, plan out what's best for the gang. And the band, too, of course," Janet dimpled. Danny looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Like what happened with the guys, and all." "Well, they finally came around, didn't they?" Betsy said. "That's something." "Well, yeah..." "Their conscience finally got to them," Danielle said, with some heat. "Those little..." Janet reached out and patted Danielle on her arm. "Give them a break, Danielle. They were probably freaked by all of this. It was only natural. The fact that they came back - that's the more important thing." "Were you," Danny asked. "Huh?" "Were you guys freaked out, too? By what's happened to me?" There was silence. "Well...," Mel started to say, but faltered. "Ummm, a little? I mean, we always thought you were a little girly. But this thing..." Janet took over. "We were, Dan. Truthfully, we all were. But that doesn't matter now. We won't leave. We won't stop being your friend." "Yeah, Dan," "We'll protect you," Mel said. Everyone murmured their agreement. "Thanks, guys," Danny said, and Nikki and Danielle gave him hugs. "Well," I said, standing up, "I'm stuffed. How about we clean up a bit here and start getting ready for our 'planning session.'" Everyone jumped up and picked up their plates. There was an excited mass exodus to the kitchen. "Why don't we just leave everything," Mel said, "and clean up tomorrow?" "Nahh," I said. "Let's clean up, and give Nikki and Danielle time to get Danny settled with the idea. If he freaks or gets mad, the sleepover's done even before it begins." Everyone agreed. Janet and Betsy went back and got the rest of the plates and empty Styrofoam boxes. It was a bit crowded around the sink, but with two washing, two wiping and two cleaning up, we'd be finished in no time. ***** (Danny) ***** "I smell a setup," I said. "Well, a little bit," Danielle said. "Joanne said it's gonna be a sleepover," I said. "It'll be fun, Danny!" Nikki squealed. "It if involves getting me to dress in girls' clothes..." "Please, Danny," Nikki begged. "It'll be fun!" I looked at Nikki, eyes glowing, so excited. I had to laugh. Then I sobered up. "Nikki, I'm a guy. Please don't make me do this." Nikki looked at me and pouted a bit. "Please don't get mad, or anything like that when I ask you this," I said, "but I really have to know." She sat up, hearing the seriousness in the tone of my voice. "Danny," Danielle asked. "Are you ok?" "Would you mind leaving us alone, Danielle," I asked. She looked at me, gently touched my cheek and got up. "I'll just go to the kitchen and help the girls clean up," she said. She gave Nikki a significant look, that protective big-sister look that she gave the guys earlier. She walked back to the kitchen, but had to push the others back, as all of them had their ear glued to the door, eavesdropping apparently. "Move it, girls," Danielle said, and pushed them back. As the door was closing, I heard the others start asking Danielle questions. With Danielle out of the couch, there was a bit more room and I moved back a bit so I could talk with Nikki a little better. "So, what did you want to ask me," Nikki said. I took a deep breath. "I've known all of you since grade school," I began hesitantly, "and have always been around you guys for as long as I can remember. I'm sure you know, I've always, ummm, liked you. You know?" She looked at me with big google-eyes. "You have?" "I'm sure you must have noticed. Danielle always said that I was so obvious about it." "But, Danny..." I laid a finger on her lips. "Please let me finish, Nikki," I said. "'Coz this might be the only time I'll have the courage to say it." Nikki nodded silently. "In all these years," I continued, "I've been so timid and scared that I couldn't really say it to you directly. I hoped that I'd have the chance, and the courage to actually tell you, but you never looked my way. You just thought of me as Danielle's geeky brother." "Danny, I never thought of you..." I gave her a quick kiss so she'd shut up. "Thanks for saying that, but I know the truth. I heard Joanne talking with you once, and that's what she said when you guys were in the back seat of Dad's car and I was in front, and you guys were whispering so I couldn't hear. But I did." Nikki looked at me with bright eyes. "But that was before. It's just that, after Halloween, it's like you changed. I guess you started to like me then. In that way." A few tears ran down from the corners of her eyes. "I have to ask, is it because you like me as a girl instead of a guy? I have to know." She flung her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Oh, Danny," she sobbed. I could feel her tremble. "I'm sorry, Nikki," I said. "I guess I just need to know." ***** (Nikki) ***** It was a revelation to me. I didn't know. Someone like Danny could have gotten anyone he liked. And he liked me. After all these years. How blind could I have been? "Danny," I said, "I didn't know you felt that way." Danny laughed quietly, sadly. "Thanks for saying so, Nikki. But how could you not?" "But I didn't! Honest and truly!" I pushed away from him so I could look into his eyes. "Ask Danielle. Hell, ask any of the girls." "But what about that time in the car?" "Was I the one who said whatever it was that you heard?" "No, it was Joanne, but..." "No buts, Dan. I never did. In fact..." "In fact, what?" "In fact, I thought you were the one who didn't like me." He looked at me incredulously. "Remember your tenth birthday? I gave you that video CD of Princess Mononoke that you were pestering your parents for. You just took the disk and ran away. I was so hurt when you did. I hated you for it. Danielle said that I should just ignore you, and I did. I just thought you didn't like me. So I stayed away and tried to ignore you." "I remember that. I'm so sorry, Nikki. But that was such a long time ago." "Danny, I did like you. I thought you were nice and kind, and real, real cute. But since you always disappeared when I was around, or didn't even speak to me, I sort of thought that you didn't like me back. Especially after that CD thing. I thought I didn't have a chance so I never thought of you in that way again." "But, Nikki, we were only ten years old then." "Still." He looked at me, and I looked back. Those incredible green eyes... I had to tear myself away. "I'm so sorry, Nikki," he said. "The reason I ran away was I was too shy. I was so stupid." "Yes, you were," I giggled, and sniffed back some tears. "But what changed, Nikki," he asked. "What made you think differently at Halloween?" "When you were in costume, you were more open, you hung around with us - with me. I saw it then, that you were interested. It changed for me. To know that you were interested." He looked down, hesitating. "But, still,..." he said, haltingly, "do you like me as a girl, or as a guy?" I looked down and thought about it. Danny was so incredibly hot as a girl. So sexy and so talented. So sweet. But then again, if he were a guy... I tried imagining him with a shorter haircut, in clothes similar to what, say, Morgan would wear. The image persisted - he'd still be talented and sweet. And sexy... But I thought again of him wearing that costume from last Halloween. There was a different dimension to him, it was true, at least to me, I liked him more in his girl persona. Even if he were trying to be a guy in guy duds, that feminine aura would still be around him. He would never escape his girliness, regardless. In a way, I was happy for that. Because... Danny as a guy - I would love forever. But, as a girl, he was incredible. I looked back to him. He had a worried look. Do I like him as a girl or as a guy? All this is a revelation. But more than that - for all my old little- girl dreams of him that were dashed, I now discovered him, or maybe it's "rediscovered." Now that I have him, I found I wouldn't... couldn't give him up. And if I ever tell him the truth, could I lose him again? I couldn't risk that. Even if I lose Dan-the-girl, at least I would have Dan-the-guy. So I won't tell him the truth. The whole truth, at least. "Danny," I said to him. "It wouldn't matter to me whether you're a guy or a girl. I would love you no matter what." I kissed him and hugged him close. I don't want to hurt him. Please let him believe that. He put his hands on the back of my head, moving them restlessly through my hair as he kissed me. I was about to faint. Oh, God, don't let this end. After what felt like a long time, I pulled back. I shook myself in happiness. Danny was smiling a merry smile. "So," I said. "What do you want to do tonight? The girls will be disappointed, but that's okay. How do you want us to handle this?" I thought a bit and I giggled. "What's so funny?" "The girls have big plans for tonight." I reached over and touched his cheek. "But don't worry, you don't need to do anything you don't want to. I'll take care of it." I stood up to go to the kitchen, but Danny put his had on my arm and held me back. "Wait, Nikki." I hunkered down on my haunches and put my hand over his. "What, Danny." "Does it matter to you, that I be a girl?" "Danny..." I looked at his face. "It doesn't matter. Guy or girl, it doesn't matter to me. I promise. So long as you keep being mine." I leaned over and kissed him again. He looked at me, deep into my eyes. It felt like he was looking deep into my soul. It was wonderful. One side on his lips quirked up. "Well, okay." He grinned at me. "But if it means that much to the girls..." "What are you saying?" He grinned again - that merry smile of his... "It could be fun?" I couldn't keep my eyes from falling out of their sockets. "What?" "I said it could be fun." I started kissing him all over his face. ***** (Danny) ***** Nikki started giving me butterfly kisses, making me giggle. I hugged her close to stop it. "Nikki, Nikki," I said, but she wouldn't listen. "Nikki!" She pulled back. "What?" "How's about we clean up here and bring everything to the kitchen?" Nikki pouted but relented. We picked up all of the remaining plates and stuff and went to the kitchen. I heard noises from behind the door. "We're coming in!" I called and there was a lot of scuffling. I pushed the door open with my elbow. Everyone was busy, apparently. Janet, Drew and June were busy at the sink, Joanne was dumping stuff in a plastic trashbag, and Mel and Betsy were at the kitchen table sipping on cokes. All suspiciously innocent. "So," Danielle said while putting away plates. "Had a good talk?" "Pretty okay," Nikki dimpled. We deposited our stuff by the sink. "So," I said. "When's this 'planning session' starting?" ***** (Janet) ***** We all moved back into the living room. "So what now?" Danny asked. "Not like I'm suspicious or anything." Good question, I said to myself. "I'm not leaving this room except to go to bed and sleep," Danny warned. "How about playing a little cards," I said. ***** (Danny) ***** We were all sitting on the floor, sitting around the living room table. "I'll take one," I said. I laid one of my cards on the table in front of a pile of clothes - my winnings. Janet dealt me one. The rest of the girls looked at me, studying my moves. Was I bluffing or not? I waggled my eyebrows at them. Joanne gave me a sour look. Drew shook her head - she was staying with what she had. June took one. "I'm taking three," Betsy said, and Janet dealt her three. "And the dealer also takes three." Janet gave herself three new cards. Nikki, Danielle and Mel took the smart road. They had quit earlier when they got down to their blouses and panties. Not with these others. So far, I've only lost my shirt, shoes and socks. The tanktop wasn't too warm but I bet I was warmer than the others. Janet, Joanne, Drew and June only had their bras and panties on, though Betsy still had on her blouse. "What the hell kind of sleepover is this, Joanne," Drew grumped. "Shut up," Joanne growled. "I call," Drew said. Betsy took off her blouse. "I bet," Betsy said, and threw her blouse on the table. "Wait your turn," Janet said. "I bet!" "Okay, okay!" she said. "No need to bite a person's head off." Janet turned to June. "How 'bout you, June?" June threw her cards down. "I'm out. Damnit!" I giggled. June glared at me. Woah! This game's becoming pretty intense. Joanne reached down and pulled off a pair of bobby socks. "I see your bet, and raise." I didn't see her socks. It was my turn, I guess. So I took off my pants. There was a simultaneous intake of breath. "I see your bet." I tucked my legs underneath and sat on my haunches. "Wait!" Joanne said. "I put down a pair of socks." "I bet a pair of pants," I giggled and stuck my tongue out. Joanne snorted, and turned to Janet. "Okay, your turn..." Joanne's voice trailed off as Janet put her cards down, squirmed around and tossed her panties on the pile. Everyone howled. My eyes goggled at that. I was starting to lean down when Nikki smacked me on my ear. "Ow!" "Eyes front, Danny!" "Okay, okay!" I rubbed my ear. Janet was beet red but continued on, as if nothing unusual just happened. "So who's next?" "Goddamnit!" Drew threw her cards down. "I fold, too, I guess..." Betsy quit as well. Joanne shook her head and laid down her cards, too. Janet turned to me. "Looks like it's you and me left, Danny-boy," Janet said. I thought about it, but my hand was too good - a straight flush. I looked around and made a decision. I put my cards down, turned around and skinned my shirt off. "Okay. I bet." I threw my tanktop on the table and kept one of my arms over my boobs. Everyone looked at me, or rather my chest. "What!" I exclaimed. I turned to Janet. "Your bet," I said. Janet shook her head and looked at her cards again. And then back at my boobs. "Ummm, I call." "Call with what," I said. "Okay, okay," Mel said. She took off her blouse. "Here you go, Janet." She put the blouse on the table. Janet nodded to Mel. "Thanks, hon," Janet said. "Okay, Danny. I call. Let's see your cards." Keeping my boobs covered, I turned over my cards one-handed. "Straight flush. Ten of hearts." "Shit," Janet exclaimed and turned over a full house. Everyone made sympathetic sounds. There was a moment of silence as they all glanced at me, waiting to see what I would do. I gulped and, before things could get ugly, I gestured at my winnings. "How about let's quit while I'm ahead. Before you guys kill me, okay?" I picked up Janet's panties and handed it to her. Janet looked at me, and I shrugged with a little apologetic grin. I waved my hands over the clothes and everyone reached out for their clothes. I snagged my tanktop and put it on, glad to have my breasts covered again. While everyone put on their clothes, I went to Janet. "No hard feelings, Janet? It was only a game..." I had my hand out. Janet looked at my hand, and then me. "C'mere." She said, and pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry, Janet," I said into her hair, and she just hugged me harder. Nikki came over and hugged us both. "What now," June asked. Everyone had their stuff out, and we were in the middle of the Big Debate, i.e. what I was supposed to wear for tonight. Seems everyone had ideas about it. Nikki was taking pictures. "What do you think of these," Joanne asked and held up a pajama set, made up of a pair of ivory-colored silk capri-length pajama bottoms and a silk cami-style top. "Cute!" Mel said. Nikki's camera flashed as Mel held up the pajama set. Janet brought out her own offering, a smokey, sheer-mesh babydoll lingerie set that came to the middle of the thigh. The cups had touches of black lace and was fitted just under the cups. I looked at the label and it said Frederick's. Mel whistled. "Now I don't want to bring out what I brought anymore," said Mel. Everyone cried "no." "We want to see it!" Drew and June said. Mel brought out a little sleepshirt - a cotton number with little polka-dot animal prints, short sleeves and a round neck, plus some ruching detail around the neck. Everyone agreed that it was pretty cute. June and Drew brought out theirs. Not surprisingly, both of them brought nighties. June's was a nice mid-thigh length periwinkle number with ribbon detail around the bust. Drew's was a powder-blue version, one of the panels in front laying over the other. It was fitted around the waist. To my un-feminine eye, at least these two looked almost as comfortable as Mel's sleepshirt. Nikki's flash fired a couple of times. Betsy brought out a purple and red-striped "long jane" pajama made of some cozy cotton-spandex thermal material, with a scoopneck henley top with a front pocket. It was paired with a pair of banded crop pants with a drawstring. "How about you, Danielle," Janet asked. "What did you bring?" Danielle waved her away. "Danny's probably seen most of what I have already. It's okay. Whatever you guys like is fine." She looked to Nikki. "What did you bring, Nikki?" Nikki looked at me. "Only if you want to, Danny," she said to me. Nikki brought out a really short gauzy thing in pastel green, with a cute green bow in the middle of the underwired cups. A "tux lux" from Victoria's Secret, the label said. "Wow!" "Now that's got to be the one!" "Wait, wait!" Nikki said. "We let Danny decide." I looked around at the expectant faces. I didn't want to disappoint any of them, but looking at some of the clothes... I went for a compromise. "I think, if it's okay, can I start easy?" I went and picked up Betsy's "long jane." "Would it be all right if I tried this one, Betsy? At least it covers everything." Betsy noddd like crazy and gave me a hug. "Okay, girls," Danielle said. "Let's get ready." She clapped her hands. "Chop chop!" Danielle grabbed my hand. "Danny, you come with me." I stumbled up the stairs as Danielle dragged me, Betsy's pajama set in hand. "If you guys need an extra bathroom," she called downstairs, "there's another one up here." Danielle dragged me into her room and parked me on her bed. In moments, she gave me a little package. She shooed me into her en- suite bathroom. "Go ahead, Danny, put that and the pajamas on." I went into the bathroom, closed the door and, except for my socks, took off all my clothes. I looked at the package that she gave me. It looked like a set of three briefs from a place called TG.Net. One was white, one was red, and one was flesh-colored. I read the label and instructions. Apparently, they were called gaffs, and they were supposed to hide male genitals by binding them down. According to the instructions, there were two ways of doing that - the first way was that you were supposed to put your penis between your legs. The second way was the same as the first, except you were also supposed to push your testicles into the abdominal cavity. The second method sounded painful but it said that was the preferred way if you were wearing something tight and form-fitting. The second sounded painful, and a bit dangerous, so I decided to do the first method. I picked the bright-red pair and struggled to put it on, making sure Junior was tucked between my legs. I looked in the mirror and, despite a shallow bump, it looked like I had a passable female crotch. Thing was, it was a thong gaff. "Danny?" Danielle called. "Can I come in?" I was just wearing socks and the red gaff, but Danielle started coming in. I was looking around for something to wear but it was too late. I bowed to the inevitable. Anyway Danielle had seen everything before. She came in wearing a cute green-and-white shorty pajama, and she saw me practically nude save for the tight red underwear. "Good god, Danny," she said. "You're gorgeous!" "I'm naked," I said, a blush creeping up my neck and face. "Yes, you are," she said. "And you're gorgeous." She giggled. I harrumphed, and tried to put on as much dignity as I could. I went to the counter and put on Betsy's pajamas. I buttoned up the front buttons except for the last ones and pulled on the pants. They really did look a bit like long johns but without the flap at the back, thank god. "Come here," Danielle said. I went over, and Danielle combed my hair. "There you go," she said when she was finished. I looked at the mirror, and the girl from the Halloween party was back. ***** (Nikki) ***** I thought of wearing the green babydoll I brought, but I chickened out. I took out another more... demure outfit - a cute, short-sleeved mid- thigh light pink sleepshirt with "Victoria's Secret" printed in front in relatively small glittery letters. The others were wearing the stuff they showed off earlier except Betsy, who was wearing a very sheer ivory nightie. "What are you doing, wearing that," Janet said. I shrugged. We looked up to see Danny and Danielle going down the stairs. They were bringing down piles and piles of pillows and blankets. "I figured you guys would want to stay downstairs where there's more room," Danielle said. "I brought down my dad's and my camping bedrolls, too," Danny said, lifting them up and showing us. He really is pretty strong. We met them on the landing and took some of the stuff. Danny helped move the living room table and set up the bedrolls that he brought down. I went with Danielle and Mel to the kitchen and got some chips, some dip and soda. Danielle took out a couple of plates of brownies from the pantry and brought that out, too. We all settled down in various places on around the living room. I took a couple of pictures and settled down myself. "So what is it that girls do in a sleepover," Danny asked. "Y'know - all that clich? stuff," Joanne said. "What," Danny asked. "Makeup? Painting toenails and telling each other ghost stories?" "Sure!" Drew and June said together, and then giggled. "Well, this sleepover's gonna be different," Janet said. "It is?" "Yup," Janet said. "This is going to be a serious planning session." Janet look at the girls and after a beat, we all burst out laughing. Betsy looked at us sadly. "But I brought my entire makeup kit and everything..." We all began laughing again. Janet went to her and gave her a hug. "Honey," Janet said, "I was joking. We'll do all of that, and then some." I took a picture of Betsy and Janet. We all settled down for some serious girly fun. I ended up braiding Danny's hair and Danny was braiding Betsy's. Betsy insisted. The others were scattered around us. Janet got my camera and took a picture at us three. "Danny," Joanne said, as she painted Mel's toenails, "What happened, earlier. Y'know, in the bathroom at the restaurant." I felt Danny tense up a bit. I leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I think you know," he said. "A little bit. From what the guys said." "They wanted to see, they said. So I showed them." "And you showed them?" Janet asked. "Well, yeah. It's not as if I had a choice. I was trapped in the bathroom. I dropped my top and my pants." "What? They made you!?" Danielle shrieked. "Chill, Danielle," Dan said. "They didn't. Well, not exactly. But I was in there with all of them. Good thing Morgan and Dale came in." "But what did they do, Danny," June asked. "They made me take my shirt off. Actually, looking back at it, they didn't do much. I guess they just wanted to see." Danielle snorted. "Janet was right, Danielle," Danny said, "you can't really blame them. If it was the reverse, and they had my, ummm, problem, I would probably want to see, too." "They're good people, Danielle," Janet said. "A little weird, but..." "Hey, those are my buds!" Danny said. "But they ARE weird, right?" Janet said. "Well... yeah?" Drew and June giggled. "They were just curious. And I wasn't hurt. Just terribly embarrassed. I'll survive." I leaned down and hugged him. Everyone else murmured their sympathies. "Danny?" Betsy said after a while. "Yeah, honey?" "Can we... see, too?" I felt Danny tense up again. This was greeted with silence. "But only if you want to, Danny." Betsy turned around, dislodging Danny's hands. She looked into his eyes. "Only if you want to. I'm sorry." After a beat, he hugged Betsy. Danny sighed. "I guess we won't get passed this until I give you guys a peek." Danielle stood up. Danny made a patting gesture. "It's cool, Danielle." He turned to me. "Let me up, Nikki." I finished off his braid and helped him up. As he stood, he unbuttoned the buttons of the Henley top of his borrowed pajama and pulled it over his head. He threw it away and stood naked from the waist up. We were all around him, with mouths agape. "Yup, it's boobs, all right," Joanne said sarcastically, and there was nervous laughter. I was about to touch the left breast but I stopped. "Can I, Danny?" He looked at me and gave me a nod. I reached out and touched it. "She looks like a real girl." June marveled. "It's real," Drew whispered, and they all reached out to touch her, too. I looked into Danny's face and he had his eyes closed in embarrassment. I batted their hands away. "Stop it!" I picked up Danny's pajama top and handed it to him. "We're sorry, Danny," I said as we watched him put his top back on. Danny cleared his throat, eyes unusually bright. "I'm glad that's over," he said in an overwrought voice, trying to be humorous. "Oh, Danny," I said, and hugged her. ***** (Janet) ***** I couldn't take my mind off of Danny's image in my mind. She's so gorgeous. I looked at her, lying on the bedroll, Nikki wrapped around her protectively. I tried to bring my mind back to the conversation. "I think the school situation's okay," Betsy was saying. "Has anyone been suspicious, Danny?" Danny shook her head. "Although," she said, "everyone probably considers me gay, by now." "How do you figure that?" Danny shrugged. "Just a feeling," "I don't think anyone does, Danny," Nikki said. Danny shrugged. "But unless Danny keeps on wearing those baggy shirts," Joanne said, "she'll be found out." "I don't mind," Danny said. "But wouldn't you want other dress options? With your sports bras, I don't think you have a choice except those crappy shirts." "Danny?" Danielle said, "maybe you should show them that padded suit Mom bought." "I don't think so." After a lot of cajoling, Danny relented. Danny and her sister went upstairs to fetch whatever it was they were talking about. When they came down, Danny was topless again. But this time... "What happened?" Joanne asked, "What happened to your boobs." Danielle giggled. "Just camouflaged," she said. "They're still there." "Camouflaged?" "Show them, Danny." So Danny stood in the middle again and posed like a bodybuilder. "What is that!" Nikki exclaimed. Upon a closer look, we found that she was wearing some kind of padded spandex t-shirt. It had padding built around a hollow for her breasts. The result was that Danny looked like he had a semi-buff man's chest underneath a tight muscle shirt. "Wow!" June said. "Hey, handsome," I said. Danny smiled and waved me down. "With the padded t-shirt, Danny can wear any clothes he wants, and look good doing it, too," Danielle giggled. I looked at Danny, devouring the image of him. "Well," I said. "That solves that problem." "How about the band," Danny asked. "What do we do about that?" We thought about it some. "I have an idea," Betsy said. "If ever they think Danny is a girl when he's supposed to be a guy, we allow them to think he's a girl." "Eh?" I said, not getting her idea. "And then we just say it's been Danielle all along." We looked at each other. "That's brilliant!" Nikki exclaimed, and gave her a hug. "If Danielle agrees, that is," Nikki said. "Of course, I agree!" Danielle exclaimed. And we whiled away the rest of the night. Danny changed out of the padded shirt and back into her pajama top, and we did paint each other's toenails, and stories were told, but more important than that, we got to know each other. In the middle of the night, we ordered some pizza, and, since Danny was feeling so comfortable in her pajamas, she completely forgot about it and answered the door. The delivery boy's eyes fairly fell out of his eyes as Danny paid for the pies, and when Danny had the door closed, she growled, "I'm gonna get you guys." We all burst out laughing. Nikki's camera flashed again. We finally fell asleep at about four a.m. Sunday morning, in a jumble all around Danny, most of us in the middle of the makeshift-bedroll mattress. I guess my idea for a "planning session" was a good idea after all. Thirteen: Girl Band ***** (Danny) ***** A few weeks later, Janet got wind of a contest for girl bands, and she desperately wanted us to join. All of the good girl-bands in the area were joining, and she wanted to 'show them up.' Dale said, "duh" and pointed to us three guys. Janet explained that the rules of the contest allowed for male bandmembers so long as at least half of the band are girls, and the lead is a girl. They all looked at me. "Hey! " Janet exclaimed. "I'm the lead, not Danny." Suddenly it became quiet. I blushed in embarassment. Dale, always the best at making peace, cleared his throat. "Well, yes, you are," he said, trying to be diplomatic about it. "But in most of our songs, Dan sings the lead." "Coincidence!" Janet exclaimed. "Well, maybe," he said. "But it's still impossible for us to join 'cause we got three guys and only two girls." Janet was about to respond, but suddenly shut her mouth. "That's right," she whispered to herself. "I didn't think of that." June snapped her fingers. "We could ask Betsy to join us and be the third girl." "Hey!" Janet exclaimed. "That's a good idea!" She rushed over to a phone and called up Betsy. "That's dumb," I said. "What?" June asked. "Three guys, two girls. Duh!" June looked at me. "Don't get mad, Dan, but I think the reason Janet made the mistake..." "Yeah?" "Subconsciously, Janet probably thinks of you more as a girl. I know I do." Everybody became deathly quiet. She hurried over to me and gave me a hug. "Don't get mad at us, Dan. But the way you look and sound, and the way you act sometimes - I think anyone would make the same mistake." I pushed her away. "But you know I'm a guy!" She reluctantly let go. "I know that," she explained. "But, even so. Ever since you first auditioned for the band and sang 'We Just Can't Get Enough', I've thought of you as a girl. In fact, after that audition, the four of us were arguing if you really were a guy or not. And Dale said that it didn't matter, and you were by far the best we could have hoped for." June stopped and drew in a ragged breath. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. "And when we got to know you, and all of us became friends, and even though everyone said that you were really a guy, I guess, deep down, I didn't believe it. And at the restaurant when you and Danielle made your announcement, and later on at your house?" I had a moment of fear that June might say something in front of the guys. She must have seen it in my eyes because she smiled a bit and shook her head subtly. I nodded - both in acknowledgement of her forbearance, as well as to let her continue. "It explained a lot. But, even so, my mind refused to believe it, I guess. I kept on thinking of you as my best girlfriend." She sniffed, and hung her head. "I hope you're not mad." The floodgates opened and she started crying softly. "I don't want to loose you..." I gathered her into a hug. I tried not to let loose, too, but I had a really hard time keeping the tears in check. "You're never gonna loose me," I said. "Never ever ever." I rocked us a little. "This is what I mean," she said. "You're so considerate, you're so thoughtful and nice..." "You're my friend. How can I not?" "Thank you," she said. I gave her a friendly kiss on the lips. Her eyes went wide, and she shivered. Oh, no, I thought. Betsy Haley and the Rehearsal Fiasco all over again. June shook herself, gave me a big hug and smiled at me. "I love you," she whispered. I smiled nervously, and said, "I love you, too." I mean, what else can I say. Janet came back from her phone call with Betsy, fuming mad. "Well, that's it," she barked, and flopped down beside me. "What's it?" Dale asked. "Betsy is doing something with her folks upstate. She'll try and be there, but she said she wasn't sure, so we better count her out. So, that's it. Arrgh!" I looked at her. She really wanted this. I looked at the others, and they were looking back at me. "Janet?" "Yeah?" she grumped. "if you really wanna do this..." "Yeah?" "I'll be your third girl..." We decided to transfer all of the songs we had taped onto CDs. Or at least the ones when one of us had the forethought to record them. Most of what we had came courtesy of Marie, our sound mixer-cum-manager. Roughly three-fourths of the songs that we had on tape were songs by women, and were a little relieved by that. We started poring over them and selected nine of them for the demo CD, all of them with me on lead vocals. Janet wasn't too happy about that, but was shouted down by the rest of the band, especially by Dale. But he was almost always shouting anyway. Morgan had offered to transfer the tapes to CDs, because he just got this awesome new Pentium V at home, with an incredible sound card from Creative Labs, a set of Altec Lansing speakers, and a new CD-RW drive. He had also gotten hold of a bootleg copy of the latest version of the Xing audio ripper from somewhere, and was itching to test it out. I gave him a box of blank CD-Rs and a couple of DVD-Rs, and he boogied on home with our tapes, happy as a clam. The following Monday, he came back with six CD's and one DVD. He had transferred all of the tapes to CD as well as put together the master demo disc. In the DVD, he put in all the songs in WAV format, another set in MP3 format, plus the raw, untouched versions. I asked for the rest of the blank CDs back, but he said they were his. Professional fee, he said. I said, sure, he could have them, and if I knew how cheaply he worked, we'd have him do more stuff for us. He mimed throttling my neck and I faked choking. We popped the demo CD into my CD player and listened. Morgan had cleaned it up enormously, and it sounded very professional. Morgan looked down in false humility, and said it was nothing. I hit him on the head with a throwpillow from the couch, and we all laughed. He had used Sound Forge to get rid of the noise, rebalance the sound and remove the unwanted noise, echo and reverb. I was amazed because I knew that was hard to do, and he was able to do it in a couple of days. Janet thanked him and bussed him on the cheek. She giggled as Morgan staggered around in mock delirium, so I thumped him on the head again. We had Mongo fill out the contest application form (he had the best penmanship), and he filled in our names. We decided to put in my name as Dannie, so it would sound like a girl's, and put in a freemail e-mail address ([email protected]) as our notification address. Mongo dropped it at the mall drop-box along with the CD, grumbling why they couldn't put up a site where we could electronically drop it in, but in a week's time, we found out that we were one of ten finalists. Whoopee! Then it dawned on me. Ohmigod. I never counted on us getting to the finals. I did this just to keep peace with Janet. I turned to Danielle, panic stricken. She gave me a wink and a smile. Oh-oh. Shades of Halloween. In the afternoon, Janet, June and me, along with Danielle, Nikki and Drew, went to the mall to do some clothes-shopping for some costumes for the big night. I tried weaseling out but they would not hear of it. But first, Danielle brought me up to her room and put together an outfit for me. "It wouldn't do to go shopping for girl clothes when you're wearing your guy clothes," she said. The ensemble she picked out was very casual but nice. But she swore a lot when she found out that, though they fit OK, the pants were just a little too short, as I now had more than an inch or so on her. She looked nonplussed for a moment, and then snapped her fingers. "I got it," she exclaimed. She went into Mom and Dad's room, cussed, and ran downstairs to the laundry room. She came back up with one of Dad's newly-washed white button-downs. She threw them down on the bed, went to a cabinet and rooted around and came up with a white frilly bra and matching panties. She reached under her bed and brought out a pair of medium-heeled short boots. "Now, we're in business!" I curiously picked up Dad's shirt. "What's this? Dad's shirt will be too big for me, and it's not even ironed yet." "Who's been dressing like a girl since she was born? I know what I'm doing. Now get into these clothes!" I gave her a raised eyebrow but complied. I turned around and took off my clothes, hurriedly pulling on the panties, her white bra, as well as Dad's shirt. The shirt ballooned around me ridiculously. I buttoned it up but it still looked way too big. I felt a little surprised in that the bra fit me fine. I thought it was probably an old pair of hers when her boobs were smaller. And it felt cooler since there was less material. She went over and undid the top two buttons, and buttoned down the collars. "There! That's better," she said. I was about to put on the jeans, but she handed me a pair of what looked like white tube socks, but made of some thinner material. "Put these on first. It'll help with the boots and pants." I obediently put them on, and then slid into the pants. God, but the pants were tight! But when they went over my hips, they suddenly became more comfortable. I could button it closed without difficulty. I looked in the mirror and saw my genitals outlined in the thin denim. Danielle saw it, too. "Wait a sec," I said. I turned my back on Danielle and I pulled down the pants and underwear. I tucked my dick between my legs - not the most comfortable thing to do but I'll survive - and pulled up the panties and jeans. Danielle had a big grin. She had seen everything in the mirror! I blushed to the roots of my red hair. Later, I would find that, though well camouflaged and totally hidden, with my genitals trapped in the tight pants, it made me walk, not exactly, but almost close to, a mincing kind of walk, and it made my bubble-butt sway from side to side in the skin-tight denim. "Maybe I should wear the gaff pants," I said. "Nahhh," Danielle answered. "You're fine with the panties." She stopped me for a moment, untucked the shirt tails, and then ordered me to button up the pants. I was beet red by then. I turned back to the mirror. She had me turn around and reached around me to grasp my shirt tails. She then knotted it just below my breasts, displaying my bare, flat midriff and bellybutton. I blushed again. "You're an innie, too," Danielle said. "So?" "Nikki likes innies." "Eh?" She giggled. "I just thought I'd mention it." I have to say that the outfit looked fine in the mirror - very casual, but sexy. Just like the sort of the outfit Danielle or the others would wear if they were just hanging out with each other or something. Danielle unbuttoned another button on the shirt. You can just glimpse my bra and breasts. I harrumphed, sat on the bed and pulled the boots on.But the pants were just a tad too short. I discovered that the boots were just high enough that the jeans tucked into them. I stood up, and Danielle came over. She rolled the sleeves up to just above my elbows, not in neat folds but like you would roll up socks, put a thin, girl- type watch on my left wrist, and several plastic bangles around my right. She gave me a thin gold necklace to wear, with a small gold cross, as well as big matching gold clip-on hoop earrings. She looked at my face a bit, and decided to put on some very light make- up: a little powder, mascara, and a very light-red lipstick. She ran a brush over my hair, fluffed it out a bit and tied it back into a casual ponytail. She went to the pants I had taken off and took out the stuff in the pockets. "Hey! What are you doing?" She then dumped all the stuff into a small purse, as well as some of her other female stuff - a small hairbrush, compact, tissues, lipstick and such. I was obscurely relieved at that since I had been wondering where to put my wallet and other stuff. The pockets on the jeans that I had on were more for show than for utility. She handed the purse to me, grabbed her own purse, and then pulled me out of the room. "Come on," she cried. "Let's do some shopping!" The girls were downstairs, waiting. "Woah," said June. "Babe alert!" "Lookin' good, girlfriend," Janet quipped. Nikki went up to me, looking me up and down. I blushed, and felt like a side of beef in a butcher shop. I giggled nervously. "You likeee?" I asked jokingly. She stepped up close and whispered. "Yes, baby. I like. I like a lot." She kissed me deeply, and rubbed my bare stomach. I groaned as my pecker tried painfully to escape. Nikki giggled, and tortured me some more. "Ahem!" Danielle said loudly. "I thought we were shopping?" Nikki finally stopped kissing me, and breathing real hard - harder than me even. Was she actually sweating? I drove us to the mall in my newly-tuned and painted 'Stang (care of Mrs. Piper), and craned my neck around looking for a parking space. It was crowded in my car, but the girls were making a boisterous time of it. Danielle and Nikki shared the front passenger seat, and the rest sat in the back. They were all giggling together, even Drew and June. I wondered if all girls got excited by the idea of shopping. "There's one!" Drew pointed at an empty slot. Seeing another car heading for the same spot, I slammed down on the gas and beat him to it by a few seconds. He was about to yell something at us, but Danielle elbowed me. "Smile!" she growled. I gave the guy my sweetest apologetic girly-smile. He smiled back, and shrugged it off. He waved, beeped his horn once, and drove off to search for another slot. I walked to the mall with smallish mincing steps, surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls, mortified that I was dressed and made up to look like a girl myself. With my swaying butt and short steps, I moved like a girl, too. Everytime someone looked our way, I would blush in shame and try to hide behind the girls. Danielle pulled me back. "Now, now, Danny, don't be shy!" "People might see me!" We walked to the mall entrance, with June and Drew to either side of me. Nikki, Janet and Danielle walked behind us, gabbing a mile a minute. ***** (Janet) ***** I couldn't decide whether to keep up with the others or to tag behind. I decided to stay back so I could have a better view of Dan's butt. The sway of Danny's behind was having an effect on my state of mind. I know Danny's a boy, but I started having trouble seeing him as one. No matter how hard I tried to look elsewhere, my eyes kept wandering to the curve of his hips and butt. I never knew I had some lesbian tendencies. Looking at Danny's backside, I reluctantly confirmed it. But, I guess my mind sort of rationalized it away. He's a boy, after all, I said to myself. But deep in my mind, I had already started thinking of her as more female than male. We went into the mall and proceeded down the promenade. Our route took us past an arcade. The side facing the aisle was a big picture window, and we could see the kids playing, and they could see out, too. Several boys saw us and began to whistle and shout rude and lascivious remarks. Danny looked over and spotted someone intently involved with one of the video games. He looked at the other guys standing around him and blanched. The anxiety that Danny was doing a passable job of suppressing resurfaced abruptly like an underwater explosion. "Danielle! Some of our classmates are in there!" Danny squeaked, his throat constricted in fear. "Ohmigod! What if they see me?" I quickly looked in the direction of the arcade. Drew noticed the boys who were starting to try and get our attention. "That's my brother Jim and his friends," Drew said. "Umm... I think they've already seen us. Look, just keep going and try not to act nervous." The guy, Jim, playing the video game looked up from the machine to see what his homeys were carrying on about. When he saw us babes cruising by, he recognized Danielle and Drew. "Hey, Drew!" he yelled to us, to be heard above the noise. "Yo, Drew!" We quickened our pace and were well past the arcade when Drew heard Jim calling. She had to look back over her shoulder to verify her suspicions. "Nooo! Not now!" she said to herself, exasperated. Glancing around the immediate area, she addressed us, "You guys go over to that shop and look at the lingerie in the window. Keep Danny outta sight as much as possible. I'll get rid of him." Danielle, me and the other girls went to the window. shielding Danny from the view of the approaching boy. We attempted to provide protection without looking like we were, but in order to appear casual, Danny could only be partially blocked. Therefore, he had to keep his back to Drew and Jim. ***** (Danny) ***** A feeling of hopelessness began to rise from the depths of my being. Why was I having such a difficult time maintaining my aloofness? After all, my ability to detach myself from my surroundings was a practiced art, developed from weeks of fending off infatuated fans. Jim reached Drew as we neared the store window. I positioned myself so I would have my back to them. I kept my ears open, and tried to catch what was happening through the corner of my eye. Jim was looking my way, and it took him several long moments to turn his attention to Drew. "Who's the redheaded bitch in the white shirt?" "Danielle?" "No! The sexier one!" Danielle snorted at that. "Pig!" she growled in a half-whisper. Drew glared at Jim and then smiled sweetly. "Now Jimmy, you shouldn't call women 'bitches'. You just might get bit. Look, we're in a hurry. What do you want?" "Oh yeah. I just wanted to say Hi, and all." He looked over his shoulder at the other girls. "Damn! What a nice ass." "Jimmy? Jim!" Drew snapped her fingers in his ear, finally getting back his attention. "Can we focus here?" She shook her head in disgust. "Jeez, do you guys ever use your big heads?" She looked at her watch. "Look, we really need to get going. We got an appointment that we need to keep. We'll talk at home, 'kay?" "Oh. Yeah, sure. Later. Come on, Drew. Who is she?" "Just one of our new girlfriends from a band we got to know." "Cool. Can you introduce me?" "Maybe later, Jim. We really don't have time now." "Well, where are you headed? I can walk with ya." "No!" blurted Drew. "Um, I mean, we'd really like to keep it girls only. You understand?" she questioned, although Jim's understanding was irrelevant. I knew all about that gambit. I had learned that girls sometimes gave boys the illusion that they, the boys, were "letting" them, the girls, have their way. Boys were so easy to manipulate. Wait a minute... "Okay, sure. Maybe later," Jim said. He turned to take another look at my behind. "Man! That's a really nice ass," he said and headed back to the arcade. I blushed. I felt both flattered and insulted. Drew expelled a sigh of relief and rushed over. "Whew, that was a close one," she said. Danielle paused, waiting, rapidly tapping her foot. Her patience with our slow pace was beginning to wear thin. When Drew finally reached us, she smiled, hiding her annoyance, and said, "All right, so how did it turn out?" "Ahhh, you know boys." "Yeah, do I ever." "Hey!" I said. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nuthin! 'Kay, let's do some serious shopping!" She grabbed me by the arm and I let myself be pulled along, and we went to the big mall downtown. ***** (Nikki) ***** The first stop we made was to a lingerie shop. Danny was very uncomfortable in the shop and he made us leave early. All we were able to get were a couple of teddies a nightgown, and several cami-style tops. Next stop we were more successful. We got a bunch of jeans, mostly in faded blues - lowriders, bootleg-cut, skinny jeans, straight-cut, high- waist - most every style. But we only got one pair per style. "I thought we were looking for costumes," Danny asked. "We are," Janet answered. "These are just the preliminaries." We then went to a series of semi-upscale shops. We tried to get Danny into the spirit of things, but he just wasn't comfortable. We did get a bunch of nice school clothes for Danny-the- girl, as well as a bunch of smart combos - smart but hip. Surprisingly, Danny had a lot of input to what we selected. He seemed to have an innate eye for color and pattern combinations. He especially had a lot of stuff to say about the costumes. As we walked around the clothes on display, Danny had a brainstorm. His ideas were heavily influenced by Shakira and her Latina-style rocker ensemble. Janet preferred a style ala-Beyonce. In any case, they're all gonna look real hot. So, as we went around, Danny picked up a black leather jacket a couple of sizes too large, a tube top, opaque tights and a pair of verrry tall stiletto heels. He asked a saleslady where the belts where and he picked a very wide one with a very large and shiny belt buckle. He also snagged a couple of scarves and brought it to the changing room. Janet was modeling her selection to the others - a real short one- shoulder ensemble. Very sexy. "That's a keeper," I said. "Thanks," said Janet. "What about you, Danny? What have you got there?" He grinned at her. ***** (Danny) ***** After an incredible five-hour shopping spree, with just a break for lunch. We finally finished, and packed away the bags and bags of stuff we bought in the trunk of my car. Here I was thinking we were just buying costumes for the contest... I was really tired, but the girls still had a lot of pep. Danielle dragged all of us back into the mall. But we walked straight through it, and out toward the skating rink a block down. The old skating rink had been closed since I can remember. But just last year, it had been reopened again by the local merchants association, and was modernized and expanded a lot. It was now an ice- skating rink, easily twice as large as the old roller-skating rink said my mom. The building that housed the rink easily fit it inside, including a wide strip of caf? tables and chairs that surrounded the rink. At the moment, the place was full of kids either eating or just hanging. The little shops and boutiques around the rink mostly sold skating stuff and colorful exercise equipment and outfits, and would have interested the girls if they weren't too excited about skating. The girls excitedly went to the counter, Janet a little less so, as she took my arm and escorted me over. "It's easy," she said, mistaking my hesitation for a different kind of fear. "It's just like in-line or roller skates. Nothing to it." I smiled weakly at her. June and Drew had both opted for bright-red skates and sat down on a bench to put them on. Janet picked out a pair in beige, matching the fawn-colored slacks she wore, and sat down beside June to put them on. Danielle had a couple of pairs of plain high-cut white skates, and was handing me a pair to put on. I pulled her to me and I whispered to her my problem. With my tight pants, I don't think I could skate without hurting myself. She looked at me in consternation, and then she brightened up with an idea. She handed Drew the skates and dragged me to the boutiques. We rapidly went up the row of shops, Danielle looking through their glass fronts and checking out what was available. "Danielle, why don't we just forget the skating? Or you guys skate, and I'll just watch." "Don't be a spoilsport," she said. We ended up going to this little boutique Danielle picked out called 'Body Hugger,' full of selections of dancing and skating attire. She rapidly went through the merchandise, and handed me a pair of white, stretchable pants that looked like abbreviated bike shorts. She also picked up a pleated red-checked tartan skirt, and threw them my way. I grabbed the skirt from the air. "Now, I'll get a pair of ankle socks," she said. There was nowhere to try them on, though, so, after paying, I went into one of the three changing booths by the rink and I put on the shorts and socks. The shorts felt heavenly, especially after the tight pants. I then put on the little skirt. It was a little thicker than I thought, and it slightly poofed out because of the pleats and a bit of lining. Because of which, any unwanted, umm, bumps were completely obscured. I looked in the booth's mirror and pirouetted around. The skirt flared a little, and my white shorts barely peek