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Butch and Stacy 4.
Synposis: My parents named me Stacy after their favorite tv detective
but everybody always called me by my dad's nickname, Butch. I am
spending the summer with my best friend Matt who wants me to keep on
being Butch, but the friends of his little sister Zoe think I am a girl
so they call me Stacy. They have accepted me into their clique and are
planning a trip to the mall tomorrow for a complete makeover "from the
skin out". This means that Matt's mom has to make over my body
beforehand.
Matt's mom and I were driving home from church; there was not much
traffic on a Sunday afternoon, and my mind drifted back to the events of
the morning. I had been drafted without warning to sing a solo in front
of all those strangers! I had to stand up in a choir loft in front of
them, in her daughter Zoe's good white outfit, and sing like a girl. My
performance was a big hit, although I thought I would pass out from
stress afterward. Then I met two people, Evan and Lila.
Evan was three years older than my pretend age (I am pretending to be
Zoe's age, since I have no figure), cute and friendly. He also turned
out to be gay, but so what? As Stacy I should feel perfectly safe around
him, and besides that kind of thing never bothered me anyway. We agreed
to get together and practice sometime for a duet for some future Sunday.
Lila was good looking in a kind of direct physical way. She was also
incredibly rude, and seemed to think that Matt was her personal
property. It was obvious that she thought they were a couple, and I
wondered why Matt had never mentioned her to me.
So I asked Matt's mom about it and she said "It's the difference between
guys and girls. Girls look for affirmation and for ways to build
relationships, with both guys and with each other. They tend to be
indirect sometimes, especially where somebody's feelings are involved.
Of course there are exceptions, but I just mean in general. Now guys
tend to be more direct and logical and not notice all the nuances and
implications of what others are saying."
"I'm not sure what you're saying," I confessed.
"Well, do you read much?" she asked. I did, but not usually anything
assigned as schoolwork!
"Can I compare two novels that were written in nineteenth century
England? They are Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, and Ivanhoe by
Sir Walter Scott. Have you read either of them?"
I had read an abbreviated version of Ivanhoe; it was a good adventure
story.
"Which story would you guess was about personal relationships and the
subtleties of communication?" I knew, of course. I had tried to watch
Jane Austen's stuff on cable tv and always gave after 20 minutes.
"That's an example. Now, Lila had said things to Matt such as: 'Do I
look ok? I'm not sure how I look today.'" and he had reassured her that
she looked fine. So Lila had gone on, "So would you say I am more ugly,
or pretty?" Matt told her not to worry, she was pretty. So now, do you
see, Matt thinks in his logical way that he has been merely friendly and
reassuring. But Lila has heard exactly what she was listening for;
Matt's own lips had told her she was pretty!"
"That was manipulative!"
"Maybe, but if Matt had been listening carefully for what was being said
beneath the words, he would not have become manipulated. And in the same
indirect way, she got him to say he liked her. So now she believes they
are a couple, and he has no clue."
I started brooding. I was a guy, of course. Had I been oblivious like
Matt? Had girls tried to tell me things but I just didn't get it?
Probably. There were some times back home...but I would deal with that
later. Right now I had present problems facing me.
"Aunt Liz!" I exclaimed (that is what I called her). "This conversation
makes me remember what Sarah and Natalie said yesterday. When I was
changing in Zoe's room I had locked the door, for obvious reasons, but
Sarah wanted in and had said 'It's nothing we haven't seen before',
although of course she would have been shocked to see how wrong she was!
And later when I asked about what to bring to the mall tomorrow, Natalie
had said 'Just your credit card and your body', and Sarah had said 'We
are going to dress you completely, from the skin out!' I thought they
were kidding! Could they really want to strip me down to the skin before
dressing me up?"
"Stacy, have you ever seen girls play with dolls?"
Sure, I even had a friend who was a girl, and we had a deal when we were
little that for every hour she played trucks or soldiers with me, I
would play with her and her dolls and things.
"What do they enjoy doing with the dolls?"
I thought back. "Well, there are make believe adventures, which are
sometimes fun, and then there's the dress-up. always changing outfits."
She nodded. "The dress-up is part of the adventure, helping the doll-
person adapt and face new situations. And underneath the outfits that
must be changed is just bare plastic. The larger dolls can even wear
panties and so on. My porcelain headed doll had a cloth body, but my
aunt made me panties and a slip for her anyway! It was just part of the
fun."
"But I am not anybody's doll!" I protested hotly.
"Of course not honey, and they do not think of you as one. They think of
you as a new friend. If this were one of them getting made over, it
would be fun for them, an adventure. They imagine it will be that way
for you too."
I looked down at my lap. There were the white folds of Zoe's dress, with
my hosiery-clad legs peeking out, white my whte gloved hands fidgted
together nervously. But underneath it all, underneath the Stacy the
girls thought they knew, was Butch, a guy.
It was going to be a calamity.
"Aunt Liz, they are going to see me tomorrow...see everything! I could
hide my boy parts with confining clothing yesterday, but tommorow I
can't hide anything! They will think I am some kind of pervert, and hate
me!"
To my embarrasment, tears began sliding down my cheeks!
"There there, I am begining to get a few plans in my head. It will
involve some summer-long changes, and a little pain; can you deal with
that? Are you willing to?"
I nodded. I was tough; I could take a little pain. Or was I missing
those nuances and unspoken messages again?
She turned off the highway onto a city street, and pulled over in from
of an ice cream shop.
"When I am stressed, this is where I go to feel better!" she exclaimed
brightly.
I nodded mutely. I was certainly stressed, and wouldn't mind some ice
cream either.
Aunt Liz ordered a butter pecan cone, and I had vanilla bean. I would
have preferred peppermint stick, but I wanted to keep Zoe's dress and
gloves clean. We picked up a quart of choco chunk to take to Matt and
went home in silence.
Matt was glad enough to get the ice cream; he had been busy sweeping the
floors while we were gone. He was basically a good guy; all these
changes had just been hard for him.
"So how did it go?" he asked, which could mean many things. We told him
about the last-minute solo, and he just nodded. "That was risky, but I
am glad it turned out well," was all he said.
"Lila asked about you," I told him pointedly. I looked for any reaction;
he didn't startle or flinch or redden, he just said "Oh that's cool; how
is she?" Aunt Liz was right, he was just dense about some things.
Later his mom took me aside and told me, "I have talked with a friend
and she has agreed to help us. She runs a boutique for cancer patients
and stocks things that help them feel better by looking better, such as
wigs for those going through chemotherapy. She also carries breast forms
in many sizes. Some are for patients after radical mastectomy; they are
the wrong shape for you. But others are for after simple mastectomy, and
they should work. So she can help us with the top part, but the bottom
part will be up to just you and me."
I swallowed hard, but nodded my agreement. I trusted her, she would not
hurt me, not only because of long friendship between our families, but
because she was a nurse.
"Right now, she thinks you are a flat chested girl. So let's get busy
making sure you look just like one."
We went upstairs to Zoe's bedroom.
I undressed, and placed Zoe's things back where they had been.
We could hear Matt outside mowing the lawn; he would not bother us. Aunt
Liz laid a white sheet on the floor, and placed a little pillow at one
end. She had a bowl of soapy water and a razor; she was going to shave
me down there!
"Bend your knees please; now relax, Stacy! This first part will not
hurt; it will help the rest go more smoothly."
So I relaxed, and soon I was as hairless as a Brazilian bikini model.
"Now comes the tricky part and I will need your full cooperation. This
will not be permanent, and it can be undone although the process is very
uncomfortable. Once this change is completed, you will need to relieve
yourself the way girls do, by sitting down, and you will need to keep
clean and practice good hygeine. Can you do that? Are you willing?"
I simply replied in a small quavering voice, "You are not going to cut
anything off, are you?"
She chuckled. "No, nothing like that, fear not! We will just move things
around and stick them in strange places."
My heart was pounding, but I agreed.
She showed me a white plastic bag with blue lettering on it. "This is an
instant ice pack. When I wring it across the middle it will generate
intense cold for a few minutes. I am going to apply it to your genitals
to shrink them."
This she did, and then poked them up inside my pelvis, strategically
positioned so that the end of my penis would be concealed but still free
to pee upward into myself.
I swear if it had been anybody else, I would have killed them. It was so
embarrassing, and weird.
Then she dried me off, and got out a tube and some cotton swabs. "This
is glue; it is of a kind that can be used to close incisions. You must
hold very still, even after I am done! Otherwise you may stick your legs
together, or make the surface appear clumpy and rough, like genital
warts."
She wore latex gloves to protect herself.
I could feel prodding and poking and kneading and arranging going on,
and some cold liquid being applied. It did not feel sticky at, but it
sure did stink.
Aunt Liz said, "Now hold still!" as she straightened up and took a look
at me from various angles. Nodding approval, she removed her gloves, and
put them and the tube of glue in a paper bag for disposal.
I had to gold my position for a few minutes, and then I could move
around a little.
I did not feel much different; it was like the effect of the bathing
suit, or the leotard top, only without any fabric.
She brushed some loose hair out her her eyes with the back of her
forearm and pursed her lips. "This is not my medical specialty, but I
would swear that a superficial look would fool even a gynecologist.
Here, judge for yourself."
I was allowed to stand and look in the large mirror.
I hissed a sharp intake of breath.
Not only was the surface between my legs smooth now, but it was folded
so realistically that I looked like a completely natural girl!
I had to sit down on Zoe's bed and take a deep breath.
Or two or three.
"You did say it's not permanent?"
"Right, the army uses this for field dressing in emergencies, and later
it can be removed. Removal is not pleasant, just so you know. But it is
done all the time."
It was nearly time for us to go to her friend's boutique. I dressed in
plain white underthings and grey leggings. For some reason the clothing
already seemed to fit better. I added the enhancers and put a short moss
colored smock over the top, baby doll style. "I am already playing the
part of a doll!" I joked.
My shoes were basic sandals.
We fixed up the damage I had done in the car with my crying, and went
downstairs to consume the tiny bit of ice cream Matt had left for us,
wrote a short uninformative note for Matt to see,
and departed.
Her friend was ready for us when we arrived.
"Hi! I'm Gail, and you must be Stacy?" she smiled at me.
I was nervous, so I just nodded silently.
"Don't be so nervous honey, I won't bite!" she cajoled. Already, she
was doing that thing of reading nuance and undertones. Worse yet, she
was right. I was terrified. "You are in complete control here, hon;
nothing will happen without your say-so." I was glad to have Liz
intervene. She once again explained that I was 12 (supposedly) and my
friends were taking me out for a complete makeover, but I was
uncomfortable with my young endeveloped body.
"Here now, come on over, let's have a look at you."
I disrobed. She tsked. "Tsk tsk! Yes, you are certainly small for your
age! Some girls might envy your slenderness, but not your chest!"
I thought she was very undiplomatic, but kept my thoughts to myself.
"Come over here in the light, let me juidge your color! Hmmm...yes,
maybe...hmmm..." she said.
All the while i was getting more and more nervous.
Finally without a word she went back to her storage room and came back
holding an average sized parcel wrapped in paper.
"To tell the truth, I never imagined I would sell these," she confessed.
"Most of my clients are much more mature. Still, a wise vendor always
tries to be prepared!"
She unwrapped a small container, which she opened, disclosing a plastic
holder and two odd objects.
To my untrained eye, they looked like mushroom colored oysters. Or maybe
they were sunny side up eggs, modified to resemble the color of hosiery?
Gail chuckled at my confusion.
"These will be your bosom buddies honey, at least for a year. Just
follow how I apply them. and remember my instructions for maintaining
and removing them. Now observe closely!"
I did, as she positioned each one and applied adhesive behind them as
Liz had done with my crotch, in a systematic pattern which would make
them stick but not leave too much leftover goop..
"Altough I do sympathize honey, having once been in your position," and
here she laughed out loud as she hitched up the position of her ample
bra, "I wish you would just relax and trust me. With these in place,
none of your friends will suspect you have been to see me! In fact" and
here she bent dowen to whisper in my ear, "I have probably helped out
more of them already than you can guess or they will confess!"
Soon she was done. "I am afraid I cannot remember all the steps!" I
pleaded. "Do you have a video or something?"
But Gail just kept smiling and saying that I had an excellent tutor, and
that she owed Liz for many referrals so this would be a deep discount,
but I could always trust Liz for advice.
Pfft, I knew that already!
"Do not let water, especially soapy water, get behind them," Gail
advised.
"Otherwise they may detach."
"You will get itchy there; when you do, remove them with soap and water,
and replace them as I have showed you. Okay?"
She was a nice lady with a nice shop for people who needed her sevices,
but she was so knowledgable and pushy that I was glad to get out of
there.
Liz looked at me and nodded. "Gail is good people, Stacy. But like all
of us, she is shaped by life's experiences. She is a cancer survivor,
and tends to treat her clients with 'tough love'; still, she is caring,
and you can trust her."
So we went home together without much conversation, and before I donned
a conservative summer nightie, Liz and I looked at my unclad body in the
mirror.
I looked, and gasped. This was a stranger indeed. Her young breasts were
neither sexy nor at all impressive, but they were totally natural and
convincing. The edges of the appliances blended so convincingly into my
flesh that no seam was visible nor suspected.
I would not need any clothing to disguise me tomorrow.
But who was I now; who was this stranger?
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