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Vacation made in Heaven ... and Hell part 3
Anthony finally regained control enough to be brought back up to the
chair. He just sat there staring into space while Angela brushed his
hair again. She knelt down in front of him, studying his face. For all
that, in recent years, she had had grown to hate him, she had still
thought that he was very good looking. It just hadn't occurred to her
until now how feminine his features were. Full almost pouting lips,
small nose, large, hazel eyes with long thick lashes and skin that had
plainly never felt the touch of a razor. With his newly thinned and
shaped eyebrows, framed by an old fashioned pageboy haircut, anyone
looking at him would see nothing other than a girl.
Angela walked over to the bed and the clothing on top. "Emily. Emily!"
Anthony turned to face her then blushed. She chuckled as they both
realised that he'd just responded to his new name without being
threatened. "Come over here. I need to pick out your outfit." He trudged
over and stood beside her. He never realised he did it but he flinched
slightly as she then moved directly in front of him. She had to look
down slightly to meet his eyes. "My goodness, Emily, I thought we were
the same height but you're actually a little shorter than me. Not a
problem I suppose as long as we keep you in skirts, dresses or even
shorts or crop pants."
She paused for a second then said, "I'm in a really good mood today,
Emily, not sure why but I am, so I'm going to be kind to you. I'll let
you pick from these two outfits." She held up a simple white T-shirt
dress in the same style as the pink one she was wearing and a top and
shorts, both in baby pink. "What do you want to wear, Emily, pink or
white?"
Anthony looked in horror at the two outfits. What kind of choice was
this? There was no way he would wear a dress unless forced but the
thought of being dressed in pink was almost as bad. He reluctantly
pointed to the shorts but Angela wasn't going to let him off that
easily. "Tell me what you want to wear, Princess, or I'll pick out
something far prettier than either of these."
After a struggle he managed, "The shorts," barely above a whisper.
"That's not what I asked, is it, Ems? I'll give you a clue. The two most
important words in your reply will be 'want' and the colour. So try
again." She put the three items of clothing back on the bed and picked
up one of her church dresses by way of emphasising her earlier threat of
a prettier outfit.
Again choking back tears he managed "I want to wear the pink."
"I knew it" she shrieked enthusiastically, "I just knew you were the
kind of boy who'd always choose pink over white if given a choice ...
especially when the shade is a perfect match for your panties."
Before he had a chance to make any kind of response she told him to get
dressed as quickly as they were running out of time. When Angela handed
him the top and he wondered if he should have chosen the dress. At least
it was really plain and he could have, just about, pretended to himself
that it was a long T-shirt. The pink top on the other hand, while not
being overly fancy, was definitely feminine in style. The neckline was
wider and deeper than anything he'd ever worn and the short sleeves were
gathered at the shoulders and cuffs giving them that puffed look that
girls seemed to like so much. Once he had put it on he realised that the
front was smocked, fitting perfectly from the collar to his shoulders to
his under arms where it flared out to the hem which sat just below his
waist. As he took the shorts from Angela and put them on he realised
that the zip and button fastened at the side, not the front as he had
assumed. Even worse, they were so flared, having three deep pleats on
each leg opening, that they sat like a particularly short skirt unless
he pulled then straight out to the sides. He suffered the final insult
to his boyhood when Angela took the two strips of cloth hanging from the
front waistband, about an inch wide and a foot long, and fashioned them
into a perfect, pretty bow.
Anthony looked down, struggling to accept that he was wearing such
girlish clothing. He was only vaguely aware of Angela strapping his feet
into a pair of beach sandals, pink of course, and saying that they were
ready to go out once she had changed. He was only disturbed out of his
trance when she said "Right, Emily, time to have a look at yourself."
Looking up he saw his smiling tormentor wearing a plain white T-shirt,
denim shorts and white canvas sneakers. She had piled her hair onto the
top of her head and hidden it under a skip cap. She didn't look like a
boy but she certainly looked a hell of a lot more boyish than he did at
the moment.
Anthony tried to ask Angela if they could swap clothes but he was to
upset to speak. He was terrified at the thought of going out in public
dressed as he was. In his minds eye he looked like a boy. He was a boy
so when he looked in the mirror he saw himself and therefore saw a boy.
It never once occurred to him he looked even a little bit girlish even
if most people saw him as more than that. He was absolutely sure that he
would be seen as a boy in dress but as he was almost dragged in front of
the full length mirror he was confronted by an image that left him
stunned into disbelief.
He looked like a girl. Even he had to admit that now. His thoughts were
all over the place as he tried to make sense of what he saw. "Well? What
do you think, Princess?"
"I look like a girl," he whispered not realising he'd said it out loud.
"Yes and a very pretty one at that. You know, I'm beginning to think you
really are a girl pretending to be a boy. No REAL boy could look as
pretty as you and no REAL boy, even a tiny wimp like you, would let
himself be beaten up by a girl just over four years younger than him.
Oh, and I doubt any REAL boy would let himself be dressed all in pink,
especially those shorts. I just bet you knew they were designed to look
like a skirt, didn't you? "
"Come on Girly, let's go downstairs and show you off to our parents. I
bet your mom's just dying to meet her new daughter. We're due to leave
in a minute or two anyway."
As she pushed him out the room she paused for a second to stop the video
camera and grab a few items from the top of her dresser.
She was having so much fun and this was just the beginning.
End of part 3
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