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Butch and Stacy 5 Synopsis: My parents named me Stacy after a tv cop but everybody called me Butch. I am spending the summer with my best friend Matt, and some girls who are friends of his little sister Zoe think I am a girl and want to give me a makeover at the mall. Matt resists this and wants me to keep on being his old buddy, Butch. Sleep did not come easily that night. I was restless with anxiety about the changes in my life, changes which seemed likely to grow in a few hours as I joined the girls at the mall. I dreamed I was walking in the park with a girl. Although I had little real experience of this kind, it seemed quite natural to me to hold her hand as we strolled past the flower gardens together. Her long soft hair was deep red and her lustrous eyes were green. We chatted, laughed about nothing in particular, and even sang a little duet. She was maybe two or three years younger than I was. Finally it was time to part; I kissed her tenderly and she stood there waving goodbye to me. My eyes opened to the morning sun. In early summer, it came through the slatted blinds well before I was ready for it. Moaning and grumbling, I tossed off the blankets and arose. Sleepily, I pulled the light cotton nightgown over my head and stood there nude, looking into the full length mirror in my room. There she was, the girl from my dream, red hair, green eyes and all. She seemed younger than I but was obviously beginning to "grow into herself" as they say. Her body was sleek and trim, her breasts on the small side but perfect, her bikini area natural and virginal. I waved; she waved back, the same wave I had seen in my dream. "Buh-bye, Butch", she whispered quietly. I stumbled into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I checked my face for any new growth of beard. I did find a couple strays hairs; not much, and I razored them off easily. I showered, scrubbing my body well with the lightly scented bath gel Zoe had left behind. I wanted to remove all odor, all suggestion however unconscious that I was anything but a girl. I just took a quick shampoo; the salon would give my hair a thorough treatment so I did not want to overdo it. Exiting the shower, I checked for hair on my chest, belly and underarms, but saw none, so I towelled off and got dressed. I would be getting many outfits today, so there was no sense in getting overdressed right now. I stayed with the molded gray microfiber style of bra that had worked well for me the past couple days, and added some light gray panties that seemed to lift my butt and make it look rounder. I chose some lightweight khaki shorts which were between knee and short- short length. Despite their modest length, they clung to my body and ran up tight between my legs and over my butt in an unexpectedly revealing way. It was a good thing Aunt Liz, who was a nurse, had made those not- too-temporary body modifications! I choose a loose fitting leaf green sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It left my arms free for a warmish day of shopping but was not too revealing. Still conscioous of possible odor, I carefully applied Zoe's leftover antiperspirant. I shook my wet hair, brushed it out once, and wrapped it in a towel. There were only a few sandals which Zoe had left when she went to camp; fortunately they fit me! I choose a soft pair in natural woven hemp with rope soles. It was not time for breakfast yet, and besides, food was the last thing on my mind. Perching on the edge of the bed, I put my head in my hands and considered all that had happened. Mom was in eastern Europe doing some secret anti-drug work all summer, so I was here with Matt and his mom. The Wilsons were as close to us as family, so I called Matt's mom "Aunt Liz". My clothes got lost and Matt was twice my size so I couldn't wear his swim gear. I ended up swimming in his little sister Zoe's suit when, wouldn't you know it, her friends walked in to the pool area. They thought I was a girl, and adopted me into their clique! Matt and I quietly agreed to not tell them the truth, for fear they would think we were gay or something. After a busy Sunday morning in which I got drafted into singing a soprano solo at church, and met a new friend, Evan, and a new enemy, Lila, Aunt Liz used some ice and glue to make my boy parts look convincingly girlish, and we went to her friend's boutique and had some realistic young boobs applied to my chest. We did this because we expected that when the girls took me to the mall for a makeover they would want to dress me "from the skin out", and we did not want to reveal my secret. Today would be the big makeover-at-the-mall day. I would need the girls to help me getting fitted for a bra; would my disguise fool them? Would they want to "help" me with panties too? What if any stray bits were peeking out? Could I get arrested or something? "Breakfast!" a gentle voice called up the stairs to me. I trotted down to greet Aunt Liz and sit at the table. "Where's Matt?" "Oh he's having another hissy-fit, as if this whole adventure were not at least partly his fault!" Aunt Liz apologized. She had been really helpful to me through all this, although Matt had become a complete grouch about it. She smiled at me but there was concern in her voice. "Aren't you going to eat, honey? I thought corned beef hash was your favorite!" "It smells great Aunt Liz, but my stomach is so queasy this morning, I just keep worrying about what might happen. Maybe I could just have a glass of milk?" She nodded understanding, and poured me a cold glass. "I'm sure it will be fine, Stacy. These are nice girls, and they only want to be friends, not to test and examine you." "It's because they are so nice and friendly that I am letting them draw me deeper and deeper into becoming a girl!" I fretted. "I am not just worried about being found out, I am also worried about what is happening to me and my life." "That's very understandable. As I said Saturday night, there may be more to this than meets the eye, but I do not feel free to say more until I speak with your mother. Unfortunately, her phone and email are down, which must mean she is deep undercover somewhere. But be patient, if you can." "I'll try, but it seems to me it's harder for kids to be patient than for grownups, don't you think so? And wouldn't you say I have more reason than most to be antsy right now?" She just reached over and gave me a hug. "Did you notice how you talked just like a girl right then? Instead of making a strong assertion, you turned it into a question, and asked me for feedback or support. You have also been ending your sentences with a rising inflection instead of a falling one. You'll be fine!" I thought to myself, if I get too "fine" at being a girl will I ever be able to unmake myself and turn back into a guy again? What I said aloud was "Could you help me with some things like walking and standing and sitting? We still have a couple hours; I don't have to be up there until ten." She agreed, and we spent a long time rehearsing how to sit by closing my knees first, putting my butt on the chair, and then swiveling into position. Likewise the same procedure was used when rising, only in reverse. "Here is a convincing posture girls often use but many boys simply find physically impossible. Stand with one arm behind your waist. Now reach your other hand back on the other side, and grasp the elbow of your other arm. Excellent! You look so natural and relaxed, it's perfect! Try to stand that way as much as you can." I was puzzled. "Is that really supposed to be hard to do?" But she looked at me with a strange expression and said nothing. "Another good pose is to put the back of your hand on your waist, toward the hip, and turn it around inward as much as possible, making your elbow come out forward. Good! Can you do it with both arms! Yes!" she said. I saw nothing unusual about these poses, but decided to remember them, in order to look as natural as possible. "Now let's see you walk. Ugh! No! Unclench those fists, do you want to pick a fight? Keep your hands open and your palms out. Okay, now keep your elbows toward your body instead of way out to the side like that, good, now just let the forearms fall free, a little out and forward. Whew! I have to admit, there's a lot of Butch left in how you walk!" So we practiced that part, which I thought of as "walking posture", and then got into the rest of it, putting my weight on the ball of each foot rather than the heel, stepping gracefully rather than stomping ("Unless you are angry of course! Then anybody is allowed to stomp!" she joked), placing one foot almost but not quite in front of the other as I walked, rather than side by side like a gunfighter at a shootout. Finally we tried all the different lessons together; it was difficult, but I was motivated! The summer day was heating up, and I began to sweat. Aunt Liz called a break and said "Some of this seems to come easily to you Stacy, which should be reassuring. So just concentrate on the walking. Imagine you are doing a gym routine, not getting off a horse and swaggering into a saloon." "But it seems unnatural!" "Because you are not used to it. Humans have a little bit of really natural behavior, and the rest is all learned. You know how hard it seems for a Japanese person to make the sound of "L", or a Chinese person to sound an "R"? Do you imagine those differences are innate? No, an infant can make all the sounds necessary for any human language. An infant from China could easily learn Japanese. The rest is all training and acculturation. In other words, with practice what seems unnatural can come to feel natural." She really kne w a lot of stuff. I had a few more sips of milk to cool me off, and we ran through all the walking one more time. "Let's take that towel off and brush out your hair; at that length, it should swing when you walk. Oh yes, that's very nice!" Ready or not, here I come! Aunt Liz took me to the bus stop. She could have driven me to the mall, but this was how all the kids in town got around, free of unwanted parental presence, so I should learn how to do it too. "Bye Auntie, and thanks so much for everything!" I said as I got out at the bus stop. On impulse, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Blushing, she replied "You're welcome Stacy, and...my thoughts are with you. I will want a full report!" She had left me off right at the bus I would need. I had a small clutch purse, and paid the driver for a ticket downtown and a transfer to the mall. When I got off downtown I asked him to tell me how to get to the mall bus; he was friendly and helpful to the out of town girl! Before I knew it I was getting off at the mall, and looking for the all-for-a dollar store where we were to meet. I tried to walk properly. Maybe it was nerves, or not knowing the layout of the mall, but I felt lost! I could not see the shop where we were to meet. Flustered, I stood in the pose that Liz had taught me, both arms behind my waist, clasping each elbow. "Hey Stacy! Over here!" several voices yelled at once. I looked, and there were my friends, outside a travel agency. Travel agency? "Sorry, Stace", Sarah apologized, "but you know how often those little shops change hands! Our dollar store turned into something else before we knew about it! But anyway we found each other, so it all worked out. Now, what do you want to do first?" I said I wasn't sure, but maybe it would be best to find a place where we could compare ideas and decide on a plan of action without standing in the middle of the crowded entryway. "You are so cool, that's perfect, just what we should do, isn't it?" Cho said, looking at the others. They nodded agreement, and steered us toward a coffee shop. Cho had a chai, and we said "Cho chose a chai!" and made a joke about the way it sounded. She just laughed with us. I really liked her, she was a better sport than many guys I knew. Sarah and I both had a hazelnut latte and Natalie just had hot water with lemon. They were all dressed more or less for summer as I was. Cho had an orange and green knit combination with cork sandals, Natalie a flowing gauzy white and blue outfit with white sandals, and Sarah had a school logo T shirt, blue shorts, and white sport shoes. Sarah said, between sips, "I still believe we should start by getting cheap shopping totes. There's another basic item store just down to the left; we can all get some there. " We all said that sounded fine. I added " I have never in my life gone on a spree like this, so I am totally in your hands! However, it seems to me that maybe the next step after that would be to go to one of the big chain stores and see what the new outfits look like, and maybe that would give us a clue about what specialty boutiques to go to?" They were enthusiastic about that and said it was an excellent plan. At the bargain store we all got simple tan totes with braid trim, only each of us got a different color braid. "You wouldn't want us to take all your new gear home with us by mistake!" they laughed. We also got some hair clips, scrunchies, anklet socks and other things (Natalie got colored pencils; Cho got dog biscuits). I expressed surprise that they were buying things here when we would be going to some nice shops that would offer similar merchandise. They reminded me that their, or our, un-clique was a place where people did not try to impress anybody or live up to any stereotypes; we just did whatever helped us be ourselves. "Besides, no one will know where we bought this stuff, and it will save us money for other items." As we continued down the corridor into the mall, I noticed that the girls were gently touching each other with their fingertips as they talked, touching an elbow, or a shoulder, or a wrist. Their heads were inclined toward each other too. I tried to follow their example although it did not feel natural. They were discussing summer activities and places to hang out. "There's the community pool, but it's always so crowded....The planetarium sometimes has free shows, and its great for a rainy day....There's a teen dance club that only sells juice drinks....Of course, Riverside Park is the best!" It turned out there was a huge city park running along both sides of the river that went through town. They had a good sized amphitheater ("with free concerts!" Natalie added, but the others teased, "Yeah, if you can stand classical music!"). The parks had slopes and hills that attracted skateboarders to its pathways, and tennis and basketball courts, and lots of flat space for baseball. "And there are always at least two football games going on", they added. "We will go out to walk the dog or ride bikes, and end up cheering for guys we like!" That made me think. Skateboards? Football? I used to be one of the guys out there doing those things. Was that still me? Could I easily go back to that life? We came up to a courtyard where several corridors branched off; it had a fountain, and benches. I sat down to sort things out in my head, but Cho plucked at my sleeve saying "Not tired already, are we? Mall warriors must be made of sterner stuff than that! We have only begun our shopping campaign." So I forced a smile and turned down another corridor, past a men's shop, a pet store (Cho cooed at the puppies), a place selling cell phone service that seemed to have no customers, and a goth/metal place with strobe lights, black light and incense. It had T shirts with rude sayings and pictures on them that would never be allowed in school, and CDs, novelties, and oddments. "Tiger loves this place", they said. "Who is Tiger?" I asked. "Tiger Cat, her stage name; her folks named her Katherine but she always preferred Cat. She's one of us, and a recording artist! She would have come today but wasn't feeling too well." "Oh, sorry; I hope we can meet soon!" "Yep" they replied, "If not before then, we can always meet Saturday at her next concert." (As it turned out, that concert got canceled for some reason, but I got to meet Tiger later.) "Do you have any other members that I haven't met yet?" I asked. "Well, there's Zoe of course", they answered. I must have looked surprised because they laughed and said "Do you really suppose Matt would decide to hang out with a bunch of girls our age, and invite us to swim in "his" pool? Zoe was one of the founders of our clique, and she arranged the invitation." That gave me something to think about. Zoe knew me from before as Butch; would she give my secret away? By that time we were at the end of that corridor, where there was a big national chain store full of clothes of all kinds. As we entered, I noticed that we were in the Junior section, and all the mannequins looked like us! Except more sophisticated of course. I mentioned this and they grinned, "These people know what side their bread is buttered on! Our age group probably keeps their whole business afloat." Then I began to study the outfits those mannequins were wearing, and went "Eeeep!!" The skirts and dresses were incredibly short! Some waists were high and some were low, but everything seemed to stop just below the hip! Material flounced out to each side, but it seemed to go more sideways than downwards. A couple outfits had a descending "V" shape of material between the legs, which was fortunate, because otherwords anybody would have been able to see, in my grandpa's words, "up where the sun don't shine." All the outfits came with leggings or stretchy pants, which I thought was foolish. It was summer, and leggings would make me hot! I sputtered "Those things are too hot for me", but they laughed and said "We are here to help you become hot, girl!" Shaking my head, I went on to the next set of styles. Now these looked more promising. I came up behind one figure that was modeling some khaki shorts of modest length, with a turned up cuff, and seemed to be wearing a matching jacket, with the cuff on its short sleeve turned up. The jacket was a little short for my tastes, but otherwise this looked more like something I could feel comfortable wearing. I walked around to look at it from the front. "Oh...my...GOD!" I exclaimed, while the others laughed out loud. The jacket did not come together in front, not at all. It left about an eight inch wide space of bare skin showing, all the way down to the shorts. The open space revealed an elaborate bra, which seemed to be covered in leaves and twigs. I looked around; all the outfits in that section were like that. Some had shorts and some had skirts, but they all revealed everything! They all required a bra that would be worn as "outerwear", such as one covered with short light green horizontal ruffles. "I would look like a lettuce salad!" I grumped. "This is what is in this summer and you did agree to let us dress you" they wheedled. Sighing, I tried to change the subject. "Should we maybe look for some ordinary bras here? Or would somewhere else be cheaper?" They said this place was a good as any, and if it cost a little more, well, the products were good quality. So I chose three of the molded microfiber style I had decided worked best for me, but then I paused and blushed. "Aren't you going to try them on?" they asked. "Um, I...ah...I don't know what size I am", I confessed. They stared at each other, flabbergasted. "You mean you let your mom choose and buy everything for you?" Sarah asked. "If you mean clothing, then yeah" I replied truthfully, not explaining that she had never bought me a bra! So Sarah was nominated to come into the fitting booth with me, since she had been foresighted enough to bring a small cloth tape measure. "Okay, strip!" she commanded. "No, just the top! OK, now hold your hands up," and she measured me all around from fornt to back, with the tape just below my fake boobs. "Remember how I did this, Stacy, so you can do it yourself next time. We girls keep on changing, which means constant remeasuring!" I bet you never changed as much as I have, I thought. "The tape should be snug but not tight; no flesh should be poking out on either side of it" she went on. Then she lifted up the tape and measured me again, only this time across the biggest part of my imitation chest. "Hm!" she said. "You are just about an "A" I should say, although your chest is narrow. Why did you feel it necessary to add those enhancers the other day? Just feeling insecure?" I admitted that yes I was, but she just put her hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye, and said "I hope you can learn to trust us, Stace. We like you and would never intentionally do anything to hurt or embarass you." I nodded, silently. She then explained to me how bra sizes worked, and how I could figure them out from the measurements she had taken. We decided that the ones I had chosen were too wide in the chest, and got some smaller ones, and then she had to explain to me how to put them on ! "Surely you must have put on your own bra before", Sarah said in amazement. "Well, I never learned how to fasten a bra correctly" I said, trying to remain honest without provoking too many suspicions. "Oh! So you just pulled everything down over your head?" Thinking of my tee shirts and hoodies, I nodded "yes". "Ah, I see", she murmured, "as a tomboy, you just used those stretchy sports bras. Well, it's high time you learned the fine art of equipping your brassiere!" She showed me how to hold the bra backward, with the closure under my chest, and the straps up- or dangling down from an upward position- in back. "Once you fasten the closure, you do not want to have the straps tangled or it will be a mess when you slide the closure around to the back" she explained. I tried to quickly attach the hook and eye closures but she scolded me "Not too fast! If you bend those things, they can damage your bra, and they can also dig into the flesh on your back! Look here", and she took hers off to show me a nasty scrape on her back. I took a deep breath. Sarah had said I should trust them; they obviously trusted me! If she ever found out I was a guy, she would kill me! Then I twisted the bra so that it faced frontward, and put on and adjusted the straps to Sarah's satisfaction. "Whew! I'm exhausted!" she said, but smiled as she said it. "One of the others will have to help you with the panties." "With...the panties?" I asked nervously. "Mm hm; they have to fit right as well, you know, so some measuring will be required." She leaned her head out of the door. "Who's next?" she asked. "Me!" Cho volunteered, waving her hand eagerly overhead. So Sarah handed over the tape and Cho came in to measure me for the panties. Once we decided on the right size, she wanted to be sure I had the right style. "Okay so you want some that will be comfortable but still give you a little uplift and roundness back there?" Yes, I said. "Do you have any favorite colors?" I said I liked gray, but when she came back she also had some white ones and a mint green. "Gray is not a popular color so I took all the ones they had! No seriously I didn't do that, but just thought you should have a little variety. Try them out, they're all the same brand so if one fits they all will." So of course then I had to undress my bottom half in front of her, scared to death that I would be discovered in my charade. We decided to try a white one and then the green one to see if I could tolerate them. Although white is a basic color for underwear, I was surprised when I examined myself in the mirror in the fitting room. I looked so girlish; maybe it was because when I imagined girls undressing, they usually had white panties? "See?" Cho prodded. "You look just great." "Yeah", I whispered. "I guess I do." Aunt Liz and I must have passed the test. It turned out that I really liked the green one, the way it looked with my green top, even though nobody would see it. Cho nodded. "It seems to me", she observed, "that dressing is not only about how you look to others, but about how it makes you feel inside." "I never thought about it much", I replied, "but I am beginning to feel that you are right!" That pleased Cho and she gave me a hug. Then we redressed me and we all went through the mall looking for bargains that fit the fashions of the mooment. We found some affordable versions of those revealing bra-top outfits, and several of the short skirts and dresses. They helped me select leggings that would not make me too warm. Natalie helped me in the fitting room with the last exposed-bra outfit we selected. She looked miserable as I undressed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh nothing really, I am just being stupid!" she exclaimed, yet she was wiping a tear from her eye. "Sarah says we should trust each other", I said quietly; "Can you trust me with what's bothering you?" She nodded silently. Looking down at her feet, she whispered, "I thought when we saw your enhancers, that finally here was a friend as flat on top as I am! It's lonely being the least developed one in our grade. But now I see you're not, and so I'm all alone again. See, I told you it was stupid!" I put both my hands gently on her shoulders. "Suppose somebody did have a flat chest, and was with new friends, and was embarassed to expose that flat chest to them. can you imagine that?" She nodded, but looked at me with a question in her eyes. "Can I trust you to keep a secret, even from the clique?" I asked. "It's very personal, so if you feel this would violate your relationship with the others, let me know and I will not divulge it." But she said "Please go on, of course you can tell me." "OK", I went on, "Now suppose this somebody had an aunt who was a nurse who knew someone who had a shop that sold prosthetic appliances for breast cancer victims? Suppose she took this somebody there to get fitted with realistic forms so that there would be no embarassment in front of the new friends?" "You mean...?" Natalie asked, incredulous. For answer, I grasped my left breast firmly and lifted the bottom of it upward. We had left a small space there unattached, so that we could insert solvent there to help remove the forms when necessary. A small but very visible gap appeared between the form and my real chest. You could see a dark shadow between them. Natalie gasped. "Maybe I am not being honest and trusting by doing that", I confessed, but she just threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek! "You are being wonderful! Wonderful!" she said, as tears trickled down her cheeks. And that was all. We had to finish quickly before the others got too curious, but Natalie told me "I will never forget this, your kindness and your trust." Then I did get a couple pairs of jeans, only they were the stretch kind, and several tee shirts, although they had things like eyelet trim or a sweetheart neckline or a satin bow, stuff like that. I also had to get some shoes and sandals since I couldn't keep wearing Zoe's all summer. Some had a built-up heel, but I could deal with that, up to two inches. But the girls were not satisfied; they wanted to see me in heels! I tottered around in a couple pairs with four inch heels, and thought I would break an ankle. They just giggled and elbowed each other. "We'll have to give you lessons, Stacy. Just think of it as a gymnastics exercise!" Although they were partly joking, I tried to think of it that way and it did help me balance myself better. They all agreed I was a good student. I needed personal products but most of that could wait until the salon, so all that was left for this stage of our adventure was to choose some nightwear and then... "And then eat!" I exclaimed. "I'm famished!" "See", Cho kidded, "I told you shopping was hard work!" I selected a couple nightgowns that were light summer weight and came just above the knee; they had cartoon characters on them. Finally the girls insisted on selecting a sexy little baby doll nightie set. The top was really short, and revealed a lot of chest too. It and the skimpy panties were trimmed with ruffles and satin. "I will feel silly in this" I declared, but they told me this was my formal induction into teen girlhood and I must wear this in order to savor the whole experience. "And we want you to promise to wear it tonight!" they said in unison. "What will Matt say" I spluttered. "He is going to have to get used to the new you sometime, isn't he? Do you suppose he will be unreasonable? I thought you were friends; you should be able to trust a friend." So I bought it, and agreed to wear it that night. Maybe I could explain it to him first. At the food court we went to a "taste of Asia" place which had different kinds of oriental cooking. I had some sashimi with wasabi. Cho had Pad Thai, Natalie had hot and sour soup, and Sarah had a couple spring rolls. I had remembered the correct way of sitting down, with my knees together, and then turning with my knees still together so that I faced the table. While we were chattering happily about our adventures of the day, up walked Evan! "Hey Stacy, nice to see you!" he exclaimed. "Have you bought out the place yet?" "I admit, my debit card is getting a trifle overheated", I replied. That reminded me; I should find an ATM and check my balance before going to the spa/salon. "So, what brings you here?" "I needed to get some new rock climbing and biking gear", he said. "I like sports, but I have to avoid team athletics for reasons which should be obvious. Say, are you free tomorrow night?" I let him shift the subject. Of course, many teams would have members who would object to having a gay guy in the locker room with them. "Sure, as far as I know", I said. "What's up?" "Nothing much, just that you agreed to rehearse a duet with me, and tomorrow night is a good time for the organist." "Oh sure then!" I agreed cheerfully, looking forward to it. "I don't know how to get to the church by bus though." "Not to worry, I have a learner's permit. Just as long as we both get home before ten, it's cool. So maybe 7-ish?" Whoa, I thought. He must be at least a year older than me and Matt. Should I just let some guy I don't really know take me out in a car? But it's safe, he's gay, right? But I just nodded and smiled, and he grinned and nodded back and went on his way. "He's cute!" Natalie gushed. "Yeah but he's gay you know" I said. "And what exactly is wrong with that?" she demanded indignently. I was surprised at her reaction and just said "I just wanted you to know we weren't an item or anything, that's all." Natalie excused herself to go to the rest room rather than make a reply, but that just made us all decide that it was time for a pit stop. We kept chatting and gossiping in the ladies' room, asking things like whether a gay guy could belong to our clique and so on, until one older lady in there said audibly "It must be nice to be so young and full of opinions!" I remembered how to clean myself, and at the sink I followed the example of the other girls and touched up my makeup. Before we left the food court, I excused myself to go to the ATM there and examine my bank balance. I was right to be concerned; it had sunk dangerously low. "Maybe we can put off the salon until some other time?" I suggested, and told them what was in my account. Hmm, they said, that would not be enough, but maybe they could figure something out. They put their heads together and I could hear the buzz of their whispered conversation. "We will give you a loan for the balance", they declared. "Not a gift, but a loan. You will need to promise to pay us back, because we also have things to buy and places to go!" "But how can I repay you?" I asked. "Matt does all the chores around our neighborhood and I would not want to compete with him anyway." "Have you ever tried babysitting?" Cho asked. In fact, I had, just as a friendly gesture to our neighbors from time to time. "Well", she went on, "I get an awful lot of calls, and can't help them all, so I would be glad to send some your way! Summer employment problem solved." The others agreed, Cho was in high demand, she had a great reputation with the parents. Conflicting feelings surged through me. I was warmly grateful for the girls' friendship and generosity but terrified of this final step which I had thought I might be able to avoid! Before long we arrived at my final destination. It smelled funny, likes herbs and ammonia. An attractive blonde woman greeted me. "Hi, I'm Steph and this is my place. Your friends let me know to expect you; just have a seat right over here." I glanced at the others; were they so confident I would go through with this? They just grinned. Steph went into her spiel. "We are going to rejuvenate your dry hair with a hot oil treatment; it will be hot, so don't be surprised. Don't worry, we haven't burned any customers to death. Yet. Of course, there's always that first time!" I'll bet they told her I was nervous, and they were all having a good time at my expense! "You'll also have a facial, and we have skilled techs who can do your nails right here too. We're also going to smooth off and moisturize your rough spots. Don't be surprised if there are several people working on different parts of you all at once! If you ever have a question, just pipe up." The first thing that happened was that her one assistant exclaimed about how rough my elbows and knees were. "What did you do to get your skin so roughened? Carpentry? Bricklaying?" It had been skateboarding, and I told them so. They just laughed and said they had their work cut out for them. Soon I felt warm moisture on my knees and elbows, and also on my heels. Then some slippery gel was spread over those areas and they began massaging them and then using some kind of vibrating machine, running in back and forth working in the gel. Meanwhile Steph was sectioning my hair into separate lengths and brushing it from the ends toward the scalp with hot oil. It smelled good, like an Italian restaurant. "I'll give you a booklet showing how to make your own oil treatment and facials when you leave", she said. "My intention is to nourish your hair first before I attack it! Once the oil is absorbed, we'll give a gentle herbal shampoo, real quick, and then put in some rods and spiral your hair. I only use products that are compatible so no harm will be done. The spiral does take something out of your hair, so we are minimizing that first with the oil." It didn't burn; actually it felt very comforting. Before too long, she was putting a shower cap type thing over my hair, and then wrapping it with a warm towel. The girls working on my knees and elbows did the same thing, wrap them up and put a towel around them. Now I could feel some substance being applied to my nails. "Hold on a minute!" I yelled. "I need to have some say in what happens to my nails." "We were just going to ask you", the tech person said. "What kind of look do you prefer?" "Well, not too long and glamorous..." I began. "Now now! Let's not have Butch take over!" the girls chimed in. "Well, I do want them to look nice, you know, but just not overdone. I like the ones that look natural, French style? Sort of medium length. I have not done this before, am I being understood?" "Oh sure, no problem" she replied. "French nails, we do them all the time. They will look completely natural, only shiny, strong, and longer than most of us can grow them without breakage." She was massaging my cuticles with something. Steph removed the towel and cap. I leaned back over the basin and had a nice gentle shampoo. First she snipped my hair here and there, folding it over, clicking away all over the place. "Sarah actually did a good job for you; I am just adding some more layering and shaping" she explained. Then she started sectioning my hair again, spritzing something on, and wrapping narrow sections of hair around these rod things and tying them with paper. "This is not a real strong set since your hair was damaged and I do not want to overdo it; you will need a refresher in three months I would guess" Steph informed me. Three months! I would be going back to school then. Oh well, I could always just shave it off. One girl removed the wrappings from my knees, elbows and heels and began spritzing my skin all over with this soothing mist. Once that was done she gently rubbed my face with a warm washcloth and a nubbly bar of soap. "It smells like cereal" I said. "Oatmeal! Very gentle and good for the skin" the girl replied. Then she rubbed a lime all over my face! Finally this avacado-smelling goop got brushed all over where she had been rubbing. "I smell like a salad bar", I griped. "Admit it, you love it!" my new friends teased. "I'm just waiting to see how they work in the julienne carrots to the whole treatment", I responded. "Oh hush, you" said Steph with a chuckle. "When you leave, we will give you these brushes we have been using so by following the booklet you can have a spa in your home. And you can even add carrots if you want to!" I now felt nails being pressed onto my fingers and held there, while someone else was oiling and massaging my toes. I could not see, because I had to hold my head and face still. "The nails aren't too long are they, guys?" I asked fearfully but Sarah reassured me that they were middle length the way I had requested. Eventually the rods came out and my face got patted dry. As Steph was brushing me out and doing some last minute snipping, I felt my toenails being trimmed and polished. I hoped they would not be pink, I should have mentioned it, I can't stand pink. They quickly trimmed up my brows, patted on foundation, dusted some powder, added a light tone above my cheeks and under my brows, a narrow dark line down the middle of my nose that they subtly rubbed in until you wouldn't know it was there, and asked "green for the eyes? or a natural earth shade?" "Gentle non-shocking green please" I replied. They told me a pale tint would be placed on my upper lid and a darker one below the crease. Then they added liner and volumizing mascara. A light blush was dusted onto the apples of my cheeks. Finally my lips were pencilled in and filled with the berry color I had chosen. "Well, are you ready?" Steph asked. Where had the time gone? It must have taken quite a while, but it seemed just minutes ago that I had walked in here. They pointed me toward a full length mirror, and I stood there and stared. At first I looked around, trying to find myself in the room. Then I realized that the pretty girl there in the mirror was looking around too, and I started shaking. Her lush curls hung down over her shoulders and framed her face, concealing the hard angle of her jaw. Her eyes glowed, her lips looked tender and delicate, her brows were graceful. Her whole body looked sleek and - I surprised myself by thinking it- desirable. Her nails were longer than I expected but absolutely perfect. I even liked my toes; they were pearly, with a subtle hint of lavender. Without realizing it, I began to cry. Was it the shock? Was it relief that it was over? Or was it something deeper? Everyone gathered around me for a group hug. "Sometimes when somebody gets the full treatment for the first time it can be like that", Steph said as she handed me the brushes and booklets. I also got small containers of all the makeup they had used on me. We paid up, said our thank-yous to everybody and left. I still felt like I needed to catch my breath. My friends were full of excitement but I was just about worn out. We all took the same shuttle bus to downtown, and I must admit that some guys did turn and look at me as I found my seat. The girls grinned and pointed that out to me, but I was already self-conscious enough. "I hope these curls are not too retro" I fussed. "Some people are so hard to please!" they retorted. "This is actually the new look again, it's going to be featured in the new Alice in Wonderland film next year, so you are not retro, you are trendy." As we alit and went to our separate buses they reminded me to let them know how things went with Matt. But when I got home and knocked on his door, he was not there. I saw a note on the kitchen table: "Out with Lila; grilled chicken salad in fridge. Matt" So I got out some salad, and noted with amusement that Matt had indeed added julienne carrots! I doused it with some Light Italian and remembered the oil treatment; I caught myself unconsciously touching my hair, bouncing it up and down. I washed up my dishes, took a peek in the bathroom mirror for another look at myself, and remembered that I had promised the girls I would wear that babydoll nightie tonight. Maybe that would be pushing Matt too fast, I thought. The girls didn't know I was a guy after all, they couldn't really foresee what his reaction would be. But I had promised them. They had asked me if I could not trust Matt to respect me, and I wanted to, but I wasn't sure. So I went to my own roon and unpacked, carefully putting all the new items away, enjoying each one again, even the ridiculous outerwear bras. Then I donned the babydoll and went back downstairs to the family room to wait. I was sitting in the recliner rocker watching entertainment news when Matt came in the back door all excited. "Whoa, that Lila really knows how to make you feel like a guy!" he exulted. "Um, Matt, before you come in here, I have something to tell you", I stammered. "What, that you melted your debit card? That's what I expected; I would never put my fate in the hands of those girls." And without waiting he just barged right in and spun my chair around so that I was facing him. "What...in...the...HELL???" he screamed. "What did you do to yourself? Are you some kind of fricking pervert?" He loomed over me, "Now Matt, take it easy, it will just take some getting used to." "Get used to my best friend turning into some fag? Huh? Well, get used to THIS!" And he grabbed the top of my nightie and tore it all the way down the middle. Then he did the same with the matching panties. "Oh my GOD!" he screeched. "What happened to your body?" "I had some help from your mom" I said quietly; I would not let him see how he had hurt me. He made a sound like he was choking, gagging. I heard him run into the bathroom; I heard him vomit, I heard him gargling to clear his mouth out, and stomping off to his room before he slammed and locked his door. I turned off the tv and sat there in the dark, hugging myself into a light little ball. When Aunt Liz came home, she saw me and said "Stacy, what...?" I just shook my head sadly and she said "Oh, damn that Matt!" as she pulled me toward her. I pillowed myself on her chest and cried and cried.