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My Wonderful Obsession Part 5: My Work Outfit The doorbell sounded right at four-thirty, so I grabbed my little duffel bag and headed out to the Taylors' minivan. The weather was definitely improving, even if it was still winter, technically. "All set for an exciting evening?" Julia prodded as we climbed in. "I guess so." I didn't think waiting tables would be particularly 'exciting', but I was ready for anything, or so I thought. "Mom, who else is helping serve tonight?" asked Julia. "Kristen and Sarah," came the reply. "I wish we had a couple more though - it's a big crowd." When we pulled into the church parking lot, I was struck by how big the building was. It was one of those newer evangelical churches that can seat a couple thousand people for each service. But, Mrs. Taylor told me, the function was going to be in a smaller room designed for meetings and wedding receptions. We parked at the back near a loading door that led directly into a huge commercial-type kitchen. Mr. Taylor and two other men in their twenties were already there unloading a utility trailer with the name 'Prestige Catering' painted on the side. We grabbed our stuff and went in. "Girls, can you take the tablecloths to the room and start getting the tables arranged?" Mr. Taylor asked Julia and me while he was wheeling a loaded dolly out of the trailer. 'Oh brother,' I thought, 'here we go again!' "Sure thing. Oh, Dad, this is Sandy," Julia called after him, and he nodded a "Nice to have you with us, Sandy," back in my direction. Mrs. Taylor had a table plan laid out, and she helped us get started. The round tables were leaning against a wall in the meeting room, so we rolled them over to the locations indicated on the plan, then unfolded the legs and set them on their feet. When every table was more or less in position, Julia and I laid the tablecloths on them. First there was a large white one that covered the whole surface and hung down a foot or so all around, then came a smaller three-foot-square pink one for the center. Next came the chairs. It took another half hour to carry them over and set them up, eight to a table. I counted the tables - forty-two, so that would make, let me see ... 336 people. Wow! While we were doing all that, there were a couple of older boys setting up a sound board at the back of the room and some microphones at the front. They also wheeled in a keyboard, then did a sound check with everything. 'This is going to be a big deal!' I thought. 'I hope I don't mess up!' Mrs. Taylor came and inspected our handiwork, then said to Julia, "Okay, you two can get changed now. Sarah and Kristen should be here any minute, and you can all set tables." We grabbed our bags and Julia motioned for me to follow her out to the corridor where her Mom indicated the restrooms were. But instead of pointing me towards the Men's room, she pulled me into the Ladies'. "Hey, I can't change in here," I protested. "Sure you can!" she countered. Julia set her duffel bag on the counter and began pulling out white and black clothes, then two pairs of flat-soled women's shoes. "Take off your shoes and pants first," she ordered, as she started doing just that herself. "What in the world is going on?" I demanded as I undid my pants. "If your Mom comes in here we're both in big trouble!" "She's busy," Julia announced with a big grin, "and to answer your question, it's payback time! So start putting on your clothes ... I mean, MY clothes!" She thrust a black skirt out towards me. "WHA-AT?? You want me to wear that? Get real, I'm not doing any such thing!" Julia's face took on a nonchalant expression, and she said, "I agreed to wear a dress to the dance, against my wishes, didn't I?" I nodded, a sense of dread coming over me. "And you said you'd do ANYTHING for me if I agreed to wear a dress, remember?" I nodded again, my worst fears coming true. Well, now you have the chance to prove you meant it - unless you're gonna break your promise. Of course if you do that, no dress for me either, and I'll never believe a word you say again. I'll feel SO let down and rejected." I was between a rock and a hard place! But Julia was trying to make me do something embarrassing! "Julia, I've never worn girls' clothes before ..." I paused, remembering my toddler pictures. "Well, not since I was little, anyway ..." "Oh, so NOW the truth comes out!" she giggled. "Listen, you can DO this. You know you look like a girl, and your voice still sounds like a girl's. And didn't you tell me it would be such fun to get all dolled up? Well here's your chance, Sandy! Live a little - isn't that what you said?" I held the black skirt up in front of me, knowing I'd never win this argument. "I should have paid more attention when you said you were nothing but trouble. Will this even fit me?" "Yeah, it's one of mine, so it might be a bit loose in the waist but I've got some safety pins just in case." She helped me step into the skirt. "There, not bad at all ..." The skirt did up nice and snug at my waist but felt a little spacious around my narrow hips. It reached to just above my knees. "Okay, now for the shirt!" I took off my T-shirt and slipped on Julia's white long-sleeved shirt. It was fitted at the waist too, and had tails that went almost halfway down the skirt. "We always fold back the sleeves a little ... that's right. Now keep the top two buttons open and the collar flattened out." She positioned me in front of the mirror so I could see what she'd done to me. "Now don't you look nice!" "Julia, I hate to ask this but don't you have to wear a bra or something? I've only got a boy's chest you know. What if people notice something's missing?" "So you're fourteen years old. A lot of girls haven't started developing at our age yet, so I wouldn't worry about it." "Well you're developing, aren't you, and you're the same age as me! YOU don't have to worry." "Yeah, but that's me - I'm just mature for my age. And thanks for noticing," she said with a wink. Now, see if these shoes fit - hmm, they look all right, how do they feel?" "Okay, I guess." "Well how cool is that - you and I wear the same size everything! Maybe you should wear the dress to the dance and I'LL wear the suit." "Now YOU'RE pushing your luck. So, is there anything else I'm going to need before I go out and make a total fool of myself? I can't believe I'm doing this. Oh my God, - what's you're Mom going to say? And your Dad?" I was back to square one in the 'feeling of dread' department. "Ha! I've got a secret weapon to use on Mom. Dad, I'm pretty sure he already thinks you're a girl. No one else besides Mom and I know you, so don't worry your pretty little head about anything - it's all under control! Oh yeah - I've got some lip gloss here somewhere ..." She dug around in her bag. "Here it is - let's both put some on and we'll look just like the Bobbsey Twins tonight!" I took the stick and, looking in the mirror, began to apply lipstick for the very first time in my life. Mmm - strawberry! Julia spread some on her lips too, probably just to make me feel better since I'm sure the only cosmetic she ever used was thick eyeliner. Julia looked over at my reflection, then remembered something else. "Here, look at me," she said as she pulled a hairbrush from her bag. She proceeded to brush my hair in the opposite direction of the part, so that a long section of hair hung down one side of my face. She fiddled with it a little more till she seemed satisfied, then said, "Well, now you're all set to go out and meet the world." At that very moment, Mrs. Taylor burst into the restroom. "Julia, are you still in here? We need you to ...." Her voice trailed off when she saw me, and I could feel my face begin to go red. Julia spoke next: "Mom, I'd like to present Miss Sandy Johnson." Her Mom had a look of surprise on her face, but not outright shock as I might have expected. "Okay, can someone please tell me what's going on?" Me, I was speechless - and red with embarrassment! Julia produced a wrinkled piece of paper from her bag, and handed it to her Mom. She had a smug look on her face. "Mom, I've just saved you a lot of grief tonight. Remember you asked me to look over your catering agreement? Please read clause number nine." "This is our contract with the church?" she asked as she scanned the paper. She began reading, "Serving personnel and all other catering staff having access to the meeting room shall be attired appropriately. Specifically, they shall wear dresses or skirts no more than six inches above the knee. Modest blouses or shirts with sleeves shall also be worn, and under no circumstances shall bare shoulders or midriffs be acceptable. Shoes shall be clean and ..." "That's enough, Mom. See? I'm just making sure Sandy's dressed right. We wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the church, now would we!" Mrs. Taylor stared at Julia, then at me. "Sandy, you don't have to go along with Julia's crazy ideas. This contract doesn't forbid boys from serving." "Uh, Mom, I hate to disagree with you, but I checked with the church office this week - guess what they told me?" Mrs. Taylor looked weary. I wondered if Julia was always scheming like this. "Okay, Julia, what did they say?" Julia seemed to be enjoying the situation immensely. "They said because it's a LADIES retreat, it wasn't appropriate to have men in the room during their sessions. And they're going to be talking about stuff that men shouldn't be hearing. Probably like sex or something!" I could tell she relished the prospect. "So Sandy won't be able to work with us this weekend unless everybody thinks he's a girl." Mrs. Taylor looked defeated. I knew the feeling. She turned to me again and said, "Sandy, I'm afraid I've made a terrible mistake. I'm so sorry you came out here tonight for nothing. I can't ask you to do this, so I'm going to call a taxi to take you home, and I'll pay you for the whole evening." She glared at Julia, "And it's coming out of YOUR pay, young lady." "Oh Mrs. Taylor," I pleaded, "you don't need to do that. I can work tonight and tomorrow, if it's okay with you. I don't want you to take Julia's money - and you don't have to pay me at all if you don't want. I'm pretty sure I'll be alright - everybody always thinks I'm a girl anyway." Mrs. Taylor stared into my eyes, looking for signs of doubt I guessed. But my mind was made up - I'd keep my promise to Julia, and try my best to have fun with it. "I know, I certainly thought you were. But you're sure you don't mind doing this? Lord knows I can use the help tonight. I'm already short-staffed." It sounded like she was talking herself into it, too. She paused, remembering what I'd said to them last weekend. "After all, you did say you might as well just go with the flow, or something like that. And Sandy ... you do make a very pretty girl, if you don't mind me saying so." I gave her my biggest smile, and told her, "Thanks - that's a nice compliment I guess. I'll do my best tonight, I promise. But please, Mrs. Taylor, don't tell anyone about this - I'd die." She laughed softly and shook her head. "Don't worry, honey, it'll be our secret. But I don't know if you'll be able to keep working for us after this. Mr. Taylor and the other staff will only know you as a girl." She shot her daughter another stern look as we exited the restroom. "You can thank your friend here for that!" As we headed back into the meeting room, Julia whispered to me, "Don't worry, Sandy. I'll make sure you can keep working for us, if you want to that is. I can play Mom like a violin." That seemed obvious! We followed Mrs. Taylor over to two girls who were dressed the same as us. They looked to be sixteen or seventeen. Introductions were made, and I discovered that Sarah and Kristen were good friends, like me and Julia. I felt a little apprehensive - would they see through my disguise? Just then I remembered I was still wearing my boxer shorts, so I made a mental note to never sit with my legs apart and to keep my skirt pulled down. I'd have to find different underwear for the next day! Mrs. Taylor started giving instructions about how the tables were to be set. She glanced at her watch and said, "Our clients are going to be here in less than an hour, so that should be lots of time to get finished setting up. But that's when we get super-busy. Jill's away and Rachel's got the flu, so there's only you four girls for forty tables. That's not enough, even for a buffet dinner. So I'll be helping as much as I can, but we could sure use another girl." "Julia to the rescue!" my friend piped up. "Did I hear someone say they needed another girl?" We all looked at Julia, wondering what she had in mind. Mrs. Taylor sighed, and asked her, "Okay, dear, what little scheme has your devious brain cooked up this time?" Julia's smug looked was back on her face. "Oh, just another very capable girl who's desperate to come help us tonight. But I'm sure she won't want to come if her best friend Sandy isn't allowed to work for us anymore!" The other two girls had a puzzled look on their faces, and I was speechless once again - was she talking about Kathleen?? But Mrs. Taylor, seeing a solution to her dilemma, was already pumping Julia for more - who, when, how, etc. Julia confirmed it was indeed Kathleen Thomas, and that her Mom was standing by to drive her over if we needed her. And Julia had already brought extra clothes from the Taylors' stash of uniforms. Talk about planning ahead! "Well, what are you waiting for - call her now!" Mrs. Taylor ordered, handing Julia her big clunky cell phone. "So ... what about Sandy??" Julia prodded. "Sandy can work both days this weekend, and we'll discuss what happens after that," came the answer, with the unmistakable hint 'don't press your luck'. Julia backed down, and proceeded to dial Kath's number. As for me, I had a mini-panic attack as it dawned on me that Kath was going to see me dressed in a skirt! Then I calmed a bit, remembering that she'd seen my toddler pictures, and besides, I told myself, if anyone would accept me like this it would be Kath. Fifteen minutes later Kath trotted into the meeting room, and Julia hurried over with her change of clothes. When they reappeared, Kath was in uniform too, and Julia brought her over to the rest of us for introductions. Kath could never resist an opportunity for a dig, and this time was no different. "And who might this lovely lady be ... do I know you, miss?" she asked after meeting the others, scanning me head to toe with her eyebrows raised. "I should think so," I rejoined. "I'm the little tart who made off with your husband, remember? You said you'd never forgive me!" Kristen and Sarah erupted in giggles at this kind of talk coming from 14- year-olds. Mrs. Taylor's jaw dropped. Julia just smirked. Mrs. Taylor regained her composure, and after reminding us that we were in a church, ordered us all to get back to work. "Julia," she commanded, "work with Kathleen setting tables, and don't forget the table numbers. The rest of you, come with me and get the centerpieces from my van." We were finished in a jiffy with the extra help. I thought the tables were very nice and feminine-looking - lots of sparkly pink accents and gorgeous table centers with fresh-cut white and pink roses set in a foam of white baby's breath. Definitely not a male-friendly environment! Mrs. Taylor was just finishing with her last-minute instructions to us girls when the ladies started crowding in and finding places to sit. The first thing I noticed was that they were all ages, from maybe eighty down to as young as seventeen or eighteen. And most if not all of them were wearing skirts or dresses, and had their hair and makeup done nicely - just like the women I admired in the store flyers! Each of us had a specific section of tables to wait on, and we started off by pouring ice water as the tables filled up. Soon a woman appeared at the microphone and began speaking: "Ladies, may I have your attention please? For those of you who don't know me, my name is Barbara Stevenson and I happen to be married to our senior pastor." Applause. "I know, it's a miserable, thankless job but, with God's infinite grace, I'm managing to cope." Laughter and applause. "But enough about my husband (more laughter) - I'd like to welcome each and every one of you lovely ladies to our annual women's retreat. Tonight we're all in for a completely male-free evening ... well, I did find out to my horror that there's three of them cooking for us out in the kitchen ..." More laughter and applause. "But trust me, ladies, we'll keep them all locked up back there - this room, this evening, is certainly no place for a man, I can assure you of that." I looked around to see if anyone was staring at me! But there wasn't and she continued, "We want everyone to relax and enjoy each other's company, and a little later we'll have some entertainment for you. But first, I'd like to ask God's blessing on the evening, and on the food." Mrs. Stevenson proceeded to pray for at least five minutes, and while she was doing that the six of us wheeled in carts of food from the kitchen, setting it all out on two long buffet tables. We were so busy that the dinner seemed to go by in a flash. I was clearing dishes from a table of middle-aged ladies when one of them said, "Tell me dear, we were wondering why you young girls always wear your hair so short. You'd look so much nicer with longer hair." One of her friends jumped in, "Evelyn, she's very pretty even with short hair!" The others nodded in agreement. I was a little taken aback. "Oh, I dunno, Ma'am, I guess it's just the style right now." I had to think fast. "You know how all the older girls have this 'big' hair, well I guess us teens just like to do our own thing." "Well, we think you'd look amazing if you had shoulder-length hair," said another. "Yours is so nice and silky looking - I'll bet you could model when you're older. How old are you, dear?" "Almost fifteen, Ma'am, and thank you for the compliment," I replied. It sounded a lot better than just fourteen. "Well, you're a lovely girl and you have very nice manners. Thank you for looking after us so well. Oh, and what's your name?" "Sandy, Ma'am." "And that's short for ...?" I almost blurted out my real name, I was getting so relaxed with these ladies. 'I should have thought this out before!' I thought. Luckily I replied with the female version of my name. "Alexandra, Ma'am." I was so glad my brain was in gear. "Oh, I absolutely love the name Alexandra. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Everyone nodded again. I felt my face start to flush. "Thank you for being so kind to me," was all I could think to say, and I hurried away with the dirty dishes. 'Whew' I whispered to myself, 'was that scary!' But then I realized that not one of those 'experienced' ladies saw through my disguise. I could really do this! I hurried back to finish up with my other tables, and had two more women ask me my name. 'This is getting personal now,' I laughed to myself! We served coffee and tea as the ladies ate dessert, and the evening program got underway. First there were younger women at the keyboard and microphones, leading the rest in singing worship songs. After that, it was mostly skits performed by different groups of women or girls from the audience. The skits were all hilarious, as long as you weren't the sons, boyfriends or husbands of the performers. There were also some poking fun at strictly female experiences, like pregnancy and giving birth, but somehow the topic of men kept coming up. 'I don't mind one bit', I thought. 'Why should I, I'm one of the girls tonight!' We girls finally got a break at about eight-thirty, and we were able to get some food ourselves and take a quick trip to the restroom. I had to remind myself not to go in the wrong door! Soon the evening drew to a close, and everyone started leaving. We servers stood at the door saying goodnight to all of our customers. "Goodnight, Alexandra," and "see you tomorrow, Alexandra," called some of mine as they passed by. Kath and Julia heard this and I could see them giggling. From that moment on, for the rest of the retreat I wasn't 'Sandy' anymore - to them I was always 'Alexandra'. Thankfully, the other two girls had no idea what the big deal was, but Julia's Mom sure was amused by the antics. Cleanup only took another half hour, because the men were allowed to enter the meeting room at last. Before leaving, we re-set the tables for the next day. It was supposed to kick off with a luncheon, and end with another dinner and a big speech. I changed back into my other clothes, then folded my uniform and stuffed it into my duffel. But I left my hair as-is so Mr. Taylor wouldn't suspect anything, then Julia and her Mom drove me and Kath home. "Girls, that was a very successful job tonight," the older lady proclaimed. "You all did very well and there wasn't a single disaster." I wondered what would constitute a 'disaster'. "So, did you enjoy your evening at the ladies' retreat?" she prodded. We looked at each other, and Julia spoke first. "Well, if it wasn't for miss hoity-toity Alexandra strutting around like she owned the place ..." Then it was Kath's turn, "Yeah, she's so drop-dead gorgeous that nobody even noticed us poor ugly ducklings." They both started giggling. "Maybe she should serve ALL the tables tomorrow," added Julia. "We can't compete anyway." I had to rise to the bait - "Plastic surgery works wonders, doesn't it?" Now we were all giggling, Mrs. Taylor included. "Seriously, Sandy," she said at last, "you were great. How did you feel about it?" I could tell from her tone that she was okay with me working the next day. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time, maybe since I went to Disney World. It's kind of like acting on stage, I think. I just had to get into my role, you could say." "Well, you performed your role perfectly," Julia said sincerely. "Kath and I decided we didn't mind trading in our old boyfriend for a new girlfriend." "Is that a compliment? ... or maybe not?" I mused out loud. "What was wrong with your old boyfriend?" "Oh, not much, I guess," replied Kath. "He just didn't wanna come out of his cocoon and be a butterfly." ***** I thought about that last comment as I was getting ready for bed. Was I really like that? I thought maybe my life wasn't perfect, but I was pretty happy with how it was going. Did Kath know something about me that I didn't? Mom ducked her head in my room and asked how the evening had gone. I answered, "Fine, Mom, everything was great". She went on, "Anything unusual happen?" "Uh, not really," was my reply. 'What was that all about?' I wondered. The next morning, Kath asked Mrs. Thomas if she'd drive us to the church, and if we could leave early and stop at the mall on the way. So we set off an hour before we had to be at the church. At the mall, Kath told her Mom that she and I needed to shop for something together, and we'd meet back at the entrance in half an hour. Mrs. Thomas went to get a Starbucks and we headed down the hall into Macy's, where we went straight to the undies section in the juniors' department. "Okay, you need plain white cotton panties," explained Kath, "probably mid-rise, size medium." She sorted through a few possibilities, holding each up to see if she thought it was what she had in mind. "Here you go - buy two or three of these - oh, you can get a 3-pack over here." Kath made sure they were the same ones. The panties looked a bit too pretty to me - they had a delicate scalloped edging on all the openings. "Now you need a camisole" she said. "A what?" I asked, even though I knew what it was from reading the store flyers. I just didn't know why I needed it. "It's a skimpy little undershirt that will help you hide the fact that nothing's happening up here." She pointed to her chest. "If you're leaning over, they'll see the camisole and not your lack of, uh ... you know." We looked at a few plain white cotton ones, but all of them had that same feminine-looking trim along the neckline, and some were even satiny with lace trim. "Is it okay if I just get one of the cotton ones? I don't think I need to go overboard." "Just like I said, you don't want to be a butterfly," Kath said with a wink. "No problem, sweetie. Oh, one more thing I had in mind - come with me." She led me over to a rack of hair accessories, where she proceeded to grab a white headband and try it on my head. This will be perfect, she said. Okay, let's go pay and catch up to Mom. We don't want to be late for our big day!" At the church, I went back into the ladies' room and got changed into my girl's outfit. My new panties were certainly a change from my boxers - they kind of held everything in place, for one thing. But at least they were comfy enough, as was the camisole. The pretty-looking trim around the edges could cause me some trouble at home, but since I did my own laundry, I reasoned, I'd probably be okay. I brushed my hair the same way Julia had done it, and then pushed the headband onto the top of my head. Now I looked more like a girl than ever, and with my new underwear, I felt more like one too. Then I went to find Julia so I could borrow her lip gloss again. The Saturday meals and sessions were handled much like the night before, and I was getting much more comfortable both with waiting tables and my role as a female server. I had lots more nice things said to me, and of course my middle-aged lady friends were constantly giving me advice about hair, clothes, boys, you name it. But I enjoyed every minute of it thoroughly. The afternoon was taken up by three different speakers who talked about love, sex, marriage, children, money and of course, men, all from their own experiences. Most of it was kind of over my head or not relevant to where I was at in my life, but I still listened - I was surprised at how interesting and candid their stories were! It's the first time I realized how much women share their personal lives with each other. There were a lot of funny anecdotes, too - especially the ones about how teenage boys behave (or more accurately, how they don't). I began to think my brother Phil wasn't so bad after all. But the one topic that held my attention was what the speaker told the audience they needed to do with, and for, their husbands. 'This will be useful stuff,' I thought. Her advice was that wives should always try to look their very best, be a good cook, a good listener, and above all, be ready to have sex with him whenever and wherever he wants it. I was a little shocked hearing this, with all the pro-feminist stuff I'd already been exposed to, but the way she explained the reasoning behind it made a lot of sense - it was all about mutual respect and love, and having your needs met by being willing to meet the other's needs. I wondered if I'd ever find a wife like that - even at fourteen, I could guess that women didn't want to be doormats or prostitutes for their men, so most wouldn't be receptive to this kind of advice. But the message stuck with me, and in the years since, I've proven over and over again that the concept works like a charm. Later that evening we said our goodbyes to the clients one last time. We all got lots of hugs from our favorite ladies, and I told my middle-aged friends how much I appreciated them taking an interest in me. Mrs. Taylor met briefly with the church's event organizers, then joined us as we finished cleaning up. "Girls, she said to the five of us, you've done a wonderful job this weekend. The church is very happy with how we all performed, and they've promised to use our company again next year. I have all of you to thank for working so hard and treating our customers so well. So, I'm going to pay all of you right now and I'm adding a little bonus for a job well done." She handed envelopes out and when I looked inside mine there was a check for $150. I was over the moon - have a blast and get paid a ton of money at the same time! Look out mall, here I come! On the way home, I told Mrs. Taylor that I'd love to work for them again. "I had fun doing that - I mean, it was great to be able to serve all those nice people. They were all so amazing! Even if I have to wear that skirt again. I don't mind at all." Kath and Julia kept their mouths zipped. "I'm afraid that's the only way you could work for us again, dear. I just can't afford to have your 'little secret' get back to our clients, and the best way to make sure that never happens is if you're always Alexandra when you work for us. But you're a very good waitress, and I'd hate to lose you now. So if you want to do this again, I'll agree to it. Julia will let you know what our schedule is for the next few weeks, and you can let her know which dates are good for you." Julia leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You know, I was kind of hoping you'd refuse to wear a skirt ... then I wouldn't have to wear that dress to the dance. But it all worked out. If you weren't there that job would've been so boring." At home later, Mom asked me again how it all went. I replied truthfully that I had a good time working for the Taylors, and was invited to help again, but of course I left out a certain little detail. Mom looked at me a bit strangely, and kissed me goodnight. When I got to my room, I realized I'd forgotten to comb my hair back the way it usually was. That must be why she gave me that look just now, and why she was acting strangely last night, I decided, so I climbed into bed feeling very happy, and was asleep in minutes. Over the next two weekends Kath and I worked two more catering jobs with Julia and her family. Of course, I was still getting changed at the venue, but I was keeping my work outfit at home and washing and ironing it with my other clothes. I made certain that neither Mom nor Phil would discover it. To be continued ....