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Butch and Stacy 2
Synopsis: Matt was my best friend, and had always called me by my preferred nickname, Butch. Now some friends of his younger sister Zoe had caught me in his pool in her swimsuit, and insisted on calling me by my given name, Stacy (I was named after a tv detective). Since I have nothing else to wear, they insist I try on some of Zoe's things while they observe. They think I'm a girl! And if I say I'm not, they will think I am a transvestite and Matt and I are gay, won't they? What's to do?
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While Matt held the garden hose, the rest of us obediently trooped over to him. He splashed all the pool chemicals off of us; then, with an evil grin, he pressed his thumb over the end of the hose and attacked us with a ferocious stinging jet of water! The girls shrieked, and I screamed "Hey Matt, I thought we were friends?"
He just gave a wicked laugh and replied , "Hey, that's what friends are for!"
The four of us fled inside while he put the hose away. Upstairs we ran, and paused outside the bathroom. "Do you mind if I go first?" I asked. "I am going to need some time to select an outfit, and this way you won't have to wait while I do."
They agreed, so I went in, closed the door, stripped, and entered the shower. I did not see any soap, just body wash gel which was something knew to me, but any old port in a storm. It smelled nice. Then I attacked my tangled matt of hair. I cut it myself, and it was always messy and frequently dirty. All I saw that I could use was shamppo and conditioner in a "cucumber melon" scent. What the...? Oh well, my hair did need a wash. I could always buy my regular shampoo and stuff later.
As I towelled off, I noticed the subtle but pleasant aroma. Now I must confess, those were two adjectives that had never been applied to me!
I hung "my" suit on a towel rack to dry, and wrapped the bath towel around me as discreetly as I could. Then I hustled into Zoe's room and locked the door behind me. Knocking, Sarah said "Hey, what's the issue? It's nothing we haven't seen before!"
You might be surprised, I thought. "Just call me modest, ok?" I replied nervously.
I rummaged around in Zoe's bureau. Fortunately, her underthings were in the top drawer. I tried one pair of panties on but noticed a telltale bulge in my crotch area. Another pair however was more constricting, although comfortable, and even seemed to lift up my butt and make it look rounder! Her bras looked funny on me, like a deflated balloon. She had a pair or two that were molded of microfiber however, probably for wearing under a T shirt, and these kept their shape better.
I was still unhappy at the slightly deflated look of my chest, though. Then at the back of her top drawer I saw a pair of white foam breast forms. They were not huge, but would be just enough to make me look more convincing.
They had a roll of double-sided tape with them, but I didn't know how to use that, so I just stuffed the forms where they should go, and I was pleased by the result.
Next I hunted for a top. She had many cute ones, but they did not suit me. Many were sleeveless, and made my wiry biceps too noticeable. (The girls had already seen my arms while I was swimming and had not been concerned. Why did this bother me now?) Some showed a bare midriff, and I had a little body hair there that had to stay hidden.
Finally I chose a jade green piece that snapped in the crotch like a leotard top. It hugged my torso closely, but had a little puff at the upper sleeve. The arms ended just below the elbow with a flaring cuff, reminiscent of some medieval sorceress. At the base of the neckline there was an inverted triangle of sparkly green beads which separated and helped define my chest. With the snaps fastened, plus the help of the panties, I was now fully concealed.
I selected some loose fitting muslin drawstring pants, and white leather sandals.
I opened the door, and the others pratically tumbled in! They must have been waiting right outside.
A couple of us sat on Zoe's bed, another at her vanity and one on a footstool.
They all just had pareos and wraps on, stuff to wear after swimming. They had come prepared to change clothes, and so had the advantage over me.
They were all leaning forward, elbows on knees, as if eager to hear more about me.
"Would you like to talk about boys?" Sarah asked. "None of us have a real boyfriend, but we have been out a couple times on dates."
I blushed furiously! Keeping to my policy of as much honesty as possible, I confessed "Not me. I have some friends, or maybe friendly acquaintances, but nothing romantic", as I remembered the girls at my lunch table at school.
"Well then, you did mentioon neighborhood sports, but what about organized teams? I am on two at school, swimming and track" Sarah stated.
"I do like to swim, but our school has no team, so I compete at the Y", I said. "Likewise for softball". The boys baseball team at the school had rejected me, but the Y softball team was coed and I had a good time there. "As far as school goes, my only team is gymnastics."
"Really?" exclaimed Natalie. "I have always admired gymnasts, they are so elegant, It reminds me of ballet, which I enjoy."
"Would you mind showing us a few moves, maybe a routine?" prodded Sarah.
Hmm. Maybe it could be done. This was a sport which brought out my greatest strengths: balance, coordination, and self discipline. I looked around the room; the rail at the foot of Zoe's bed was the right size and shape to serve as a bar.
"Okay, I can try a little something I guess. I'll have to ask you to move away from the end of the bed."
They did so, and I walked to the foot of the bed, shed my sandals, and took four long purposeful strides into the room away from the bed. Still facing away, I did a back flip into a handstand, which I held for a second and then flipped again up onto the rail of the bed. It was a perfect landing, with arms held high; I didn't falter at all.
The girls let out a little gasp, which pleased me.
I then went into a compressed cartwheel along the rail, keeping my hands and feet close together as they hit the rail instead of spread out as usual. I did this back and forth a few times, and then did forward and backward rolls. This was trickier on that narrow rail than it would have been on a regular bar, but I managed.
I then went into a handstand again, and lowered my legs ninety degrees on each side, so that my body made a "T" shape. I twisted my torso sharply one direction, then the other. I scissored my legs as I twisted. I sprang from my handstand onto my feet and quickly did a back spinning dismount.
I nailed the landing, with my arms held high, hands outward.
For a second there was silence. I actually thought the girls had not liked my routine, but then I noticed that their mouths were hanging open! Finally Cho clapped, and then they all whistled and cheered.
I had a sheen of sweat, but felt like I was glowing. Sarah came over to me and said quietly "You must have some medals, don't you?" Yes I did. It was that and pride that kept me competing in spite of the taunts from the guys, although I did not mention that to the girls.
"I know the gymnastics coach", Sarah went on. "I could introduce you. She'd love to have you on the team!"
"But that would mean going here to school this fall, and I was planning to be back home with Mom" I objected.
"Well, just keep it in mind, who knows what a summer might bring" was all she said. Then she added, "Say, are you missing something?" as she pointed at my chest.
I looked down and saw the end of one of the breast forms peeking out! It had worked loose during my routine. I was discovered! Matt and I were doomed! These girls had been nice to me, and I had deceived them.
My shock must have been obvious, because Sarah put her arms around me and said "There, there, it's nothing we all haven't been through. Well, maybe not Cho!" The oriental girl joined the chuckles about her ample bust size. "But I just gave them up last year, and if you're Zoe's age I'm a year older than you. And Natalie still wears them!"
Nalatie smiled calmly and self confidently and showed us all that this was true!
She then said, "We never wanted to embarrass you, Stacy. We think you're super, really. We just wanted to get to know you better. You see, we have a clique, a special one, and we would like you to join us."
"A...a clique?" I squeaked. Nobody had ever invited me to join anything, ever.
They seemed to misinterpret my reaction. "You don't like cliques?" they said, everyone joining in. "Well, we don't either. Sarah could have joined the jocks, Natalie the artsy nerds or emos, Cho the preps with her good grades. But we could not stand to be stereotyped! So we started our "UnClique" where people can just be themselves, and do it well. You would be ideal! Are you in?"
One second I thought I was ruined, and the next I was being hugged and encouraged by girls who accepted me, flat chest and tangled hair and all, and wanted me to be part of their circle!
I did something I had never before done in my life. I sat down on the edge of the bed and cried my eyes out. They wanted me!
Sarah said softly, "I noticed you said that back home you had some friendly acquaintances but no true friends. I'll bet that would include girls as well as boys, am I right?"
I just nodded my head. She had it backwards, but it came out the same either way.
She wrapped her arm around both my shaking shoulders. "I will guarantee you this", she said. "Whether you stay here or go back home, we will always be your friends."
I cried so hard I had to blow my nose!
The girls were at little amused at my display, but still sympathetic.
"I take it then that your answer is in the affirmative?" queried Cho. I nodded.
"Then you should know and accept our rules. Rule one: Be yourself. Rule two: Care about the others in the clique. Rule three: Help the others follow Rule one. Do you agree?"
Again I nodded. Cho winked at Sarah who surprised me by saying "All right then, member, you are in our hands! Remember, it is our duty to see that you be yourself, as best you can! And we have decided that this means, first and foremost, a makeover."
"A WHAT?" I squeaked. "Don't I have any say in this?"
"You had your say when you agreed to our rules. You are not happy as you are, admit it. Here is this terrifically talented person with no true friends. Maybe the tough guy tomboy style is not working? Maybe it is time to give Butch a rest and let Stacy come out and play?" they all said together.
What could I do? It was meant in friendship after all. They had accepted me; to go back now would be to let them down.
So I agreed. Sarah joked, "Don't look so scared! We work on each other's faces, and do any of us look so hideous?" I had to smile at that, which helped me relax.
They had me sit in the wrought iron chair in front of Zoe's vanity, and got a couple sheets from the Wilsons' linen closet. Speaking of Wilsons, where had Matt gone to? I was curious, but just as glad he wasn't around.
They wrapped one sheet around my body, tucked under my chin, and the other on the floor below me. I knew that my hair would be the first target for attack.
"You have really nice hair" Sarah mumbled as she combed and brushed me out and started separating my hair into layers, "but wherever do you get it cut?"
"I always did it myself", I answered truthfully. She sighed. "You mean you used to do it yourself! But it is all chopped to uneven lengths, the ends are ragged, and it has no shape. I will even up the ends and do some layering, but I want you to promise you will go to the mall with us on Monday and get a serious professional treatment!"
I agreed; too late to turn back now!
Sarah was mumbling; she had pins in her mouth which she used to hold back part of my hair while she worked on the rest. Meanwhile Cho was pulling my right hand out from under the sheet and doing something to it. I could sense that something liquid was being applied to my nails.
"Hey now, wait a minute! Don't I at least get any say about nail color or anything?" I objected. "You're right", Cho admitted, "I was just getting too eager. So do you have a preference? I will start by applying these neutral translucent nails that Zoe had on her dresser; she won't mind. Then we can color them however you choose". She gestured to a variety of brightly colored pots on the top of the vanity. "Now what did you do to your nails? They looks like they have been run through a wood chipper."
"Remember, I play flag football? You can't do that and keep decent nails", I replied. Besides, I used to like their ragged appearance.
"Hmm", mused Cho; "Maybe next time you play you can wear gloves? Althletes do that, don't they Sarah?"
Sarah shrugged and mumbled. She was working so fast it was difficult for me to see what was going on, snipping, brushing, clustering, but it seemed she was almost half done with me.
Now my toenails noticed some activity! I wiggled my feet, but Natalie yelled "Easy there! I am just trimming up these poor neglected nails down here, and applying some clear strengthening gel, no color at all. Isn't that ok?"
Sure, that was fine. I was still going to have the prettiest toenails in boys' gym class.
"Nearly done",mumbled Sarah. "Just lean forward a little bit while I do your neck, and then we'll blow it out."
"Which of these colors do you like best?" asked Cho eagerly. She held a half dozen little square glass bottle of colorful liquid in her hand. "Definitely not the pink ones!" I exclaimed. "I will go along with this experiment, but NO PINK!"
Cho just laughed and said "All right, that leaves leaf green, dark purple, black, and grape frost."
Eventually I chose the grape frost. The underlying color was deep and strong, almost masculine, but it was softened by the frost effect.
I laughed a something tickled my feet. "Now just stop wiggling, all right?" Natalie asked. "I just found a buffing brush and am softening your ankles and heels. Nearly done..."
Sarah was murmuring approval at her work as she blew out my hair with a dryer, set on low.
Cho said: "Done! Admire the work of the master nailologist!" I held up my hand the way girls do, with the fingers up and the palm outward, and admired her work. It was neat and perfect, and made a startling change from my old appearance.
"Done down here", said Natalie. "Just don't kick me while I move away?"
"And up here!" grinned Sarah. "Take off the sheets and look in the mirror, kiddo!"
So I did; I examined myself in Zoe's full length mirror.
I saw a girl, maybe a seventh grader. She was not a knockout, but good looking enough. Her deep dark red hair framed her face gracefully, emphasizing her eyes while disguising her strong jaw line. Her nails sparkled without looking overdone; her hands and fingers seemed long and graceful. I held up my right foot; I would not have recognized it as my own.
"Great! So we're done?" I asked.
They shared grins which I swear were malicious.
"Oh no, my dear! You forget...THE FACE!"
And they plunked me back down in the chair and began, dabbing foundation, plucking my brows (ow!), explaining as they went.
"You need a light color, a concealer or highlighter, under your brows to open them up, and under your eyes to cover up the shadows there. The foundation goes over that, just dab it all over with a sponge, don't smear it on like a clown. Then some powder, not enough to make it cake. Use a tone close to youe own skin color. It looks better and fits our motto of "be yourself!". For a date we would outline your lips and fill in the color, but right now we will just use some light gloss; it is Saturday afternoon after all. Make the look suit the occasion. Likewise, easy on the blusher; make a smile, puff your cheeks! Okay, right there on the 'apples' of your cheeks we apply a little translucent blush, not too much. You have such nice green eyes; for now we will just apply a spring green over the bottom half of the lid and smooth it out past the corner, then a deep grey eyeliner, again just going a little past the actual eyelid, and fianlly some clear masacara. It has no color, but adds length and definition. This is all very underdone but will make you look neater and more pulled together. Eventually you may want more dramatic color, but we will leave that for your consultation at the salon on Monday."
Once again I was made to rise and survey myself in the mirror.
This time the girl that looked at me actually seemed pretty. Not sexy or gorgeous or glamorous, but definitely pretty. Her wide deep green eyes glowed with life, her hair swung gracefully over her shoulders. Her skin had a healthy glow. She timidly lifted one manicured hand and waved at me. "Hi", I whispered back, in awe.
The girls must have been pleased with their efforts because they were all hugging each other and grinning ear to ear.
Just then Matt came clomping up the stairs. "I heated up some lasagna, and threw a salad together" he said. Sometimes he could be considerate, in spite of himself. "Anybody hungry? Where's Butch?"
Then he took a good look at me, and gulped in surprise.
"Whoa"...
...silence...
"Wait 'til Mom gets a load of you!"
I realized what had he meant. What would happen to the two of us when she got home?
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