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CHAPTER 9
Wednesday. From waking up in the morning all the way to the final school
bell, the day was totally uneventful. Nothing happen. No one mistook me
for a girl. Well at least no one said anything to me to make me think
otherwise. None of my friends said anything to me really, besides just
hello and simple chats like "Nice weather today."
Made it through another school day. I was walking to my car to drive
home when I saw Michael running up to me.
"Hey man," Michael said.
"Hey, what's up?" I replied.
"I just wanted to doubt check to see if you still couldn't make it to
the game tonight. It's going to be fun," Michael asked.
"Yeah, I really want to go but I can't make it," I said lying through my
teeth.
"Sucks dude. Greg is driving the guys and I'm going to drive my own car
so if anything changes hit me up and I'll pick you up," Michael said as
he slapped my arm in a buddy kind of a way.
"Thanks Mike."
I was on an emotions rollercoaster. I really want to see the game and I
would love to hang with my friends cheer on the Phils. But then there is
this other new feeling that wants to do the same thing, but wants to do
it while wearing a dress. Strange, I know. I seem to be having these
feelings that are just hard to explain. I just have been looking forward
to getting dressed again. What's wrong with me?
I got home and 4:30. I had about an hour and a half before my date, a
man, my brother's teacher, was to be here to pick me up. Well pick
Vanessa up, as far as he knows.
Mom had left for work already and Neil was having his sleepover at
Ronnie's, so I was safe to make my transformation into my mother.
I started with a shower. I used my mom's products so I had a more female
smell to start off with. As I dried off I noticed my legs and my arms
too were very smooth. I looked at the shower gel I used. It said Nair on
the bottle. To help give a smooth body. Well I didn't have much hair to
begin with on my body but now I really didn't. I finished drying off and
walked to my mom's bedroom to find something to wear. What does a girl
wear to a baseball game? I never really paid attention to what the girls
wear when I see them at the games. Should I wear a dress? Would that
help it be known that I'm a girl and not a boy in women's clothes. I
thought I would try wearing one of my own t-shirts, since I don't think
my mom even has a Phils shirt, but mine might be too tight once I have
my boobs in. And I don't want to stretch the shirts out.
I started with getting a bra and panties. I went with a simple red set.
Tucked myself and placed my bird seed boobs in. I went to my mom's
closet to figure out what to wear. I thought about just a top and
shorts. So I went to see what my mom had in the shorts department. I
found a pair of blue jean shorts. Or so I thought they were jean shorts.
As I slipped my legs in, I found out it was a short jean shirt. It was
very tight fitting and very short. It was only about 6" from the crotch
area. Thank god I was tucked up good. It left a nice flat looking front.
I looked on my dad's side of the closet to see if he had a Phillies
shirt since they would be bigger than mine and leave more room for my
faux boobies. I saw an old school Phillies jersey. I took it off the
hanger and put it on. It was huge. It was so big it almost looked like I
could wear it as a dress. No, this won't do. After I took it off I
looked at my mom's tops. To my surprise, my mom did have a Phillies
shirt. It was white, with longer red sleeve and had a Phillies logo and
the bottom right and on the rest of the shirt it said 'I only kiss
Phillies fans'. I looked at the tag and saw that it was from the
Victoria's Secret Pink collection.
"They make baseball shirts?" I said to myself.
What the hell. This is pretty girly and this is the only time I would
ever wear something like this. I slipped it on over my head. Fit nicely.
I figured my next move would be my hair. Even after my shower it still
had a little bit of the curl in it still...so I did what I did last time
to build the curl back up again. Then I went and did my make-up.
First I put on a little foundation. Then eyeshadow. Using a soft pink,
which I put right on the edge of my eyelids, then a soft grey color.
Black eyeliner, then a black pencil under each eye to finish outlining
them. I wasn't sure if this was too much or just right for a baseball
game. I had no clue. But I got to say that my eyes looked amazing dark
like this. I added some red lipstick. It was brighter red then I ever
used, but matched the red of the shirt really well.
I looked in the full length mirror. My male self was totally gone. There
was nothing that said there is a boy in makeup. I think the skirt and
shirt were a good choice to wear. Simple, girly and perfect for a
baseball game. I added red hooped earrings, a white bracelet, and a
silver ring to my finger.
I went back to the closet to get a pair of shoes. Tennis sneakers?
Ballet shoes? Heels? If I was going to be honest with myself, I wanted
to wear heels. Which is strange to admit to myself. But that strange
urge was there. And if this maybe be the last time I get to dress up, I
want to do it while I can. As I was looking at my mom's shoes I saw a
pair of cork wedge lifts. A slingback peep toe sandal that was all
white. I slipped them on and loved the way they looked. I stood up and
walked around. Easy just like before. They were about 4.5" heel. These
will work. Not fancy, but sexy. Good for a game I think. When well with
the rest of the outfit I was wearing.
As I looked at the clock, I saw I still had about 40 minutes till 6. As
I looked down at my feet, an idea came to mind. I sat down and took off
the shoes. I went and found some red nail polish. I thought I would
paint my toes. I would totally do my fingernails too, but at school
tomorrow I can at least hide my feet in my socks till I can remove the
polish, but too hard to hide it on my fingers.
As I was letting my toes nails dry I made my way to my mom's closet and
found a small, red clutch bag. This will work. I finished my whole
transformation with a little bit of perfume.
I took the wedge sandals in hand and walked down to the family room to
wait for my date to show up. I sat down of the couch and put my feet up
on the table. I flipped on the TV as I waited for Jackson to arrive.
Just as I started flipping thru the channels and getting comfy, the
doorbell rang. I stood up and answered the door.
"Evening Vanessa, you look very cute," Jackson said.
He was wearing blue jeans with white converse, a Phillies jersey and
baseball cap.
"Thanks, I just have to put on my shoes and we can go," I said trying
not to sound nervous.
I went over to the couch to put on my shoes leaving Jackson standing at
the front door. I slipped them on and they looked way better with my
little red nails peeping thru. I picked up my clutch and walked to the
door.
"Ready," I said, butterflies in my stomach and nerves on high alert.
I closed the door and walked with Jackson to his car. He was so much
taller than me, and I was wearing heels to boot. It really made me feel
lesser of a man and more a woman having to look up at him. I bet even if
I wasn't wearing my mom's clothes I would still feel lesser of a man
near him. He yelled man. He was driving a red Corvette, and opened the
door for me to get in. I sat down lady like, turned and slide my legs in
as he closed the door. He walked around and got in and started the
engine.
"You really do look great tonight Vanessa, this game should be fun."
"Thanks again, Jacky. I can't wait to get there," I said. Did I just
call him Jacky? Oh jeez. What the hell am I thinking?
As we started driving down the street, there was an odd silence. I think
Jackson picked up on it as he reached out and turned on the radio. The
heavens must be playing a cruel joke on me, for when he flipped the
switch on; Aerosmith's "Dude Looks Like a Lady" was playing out of the
car speakers. I'm sure I can take that as a sign, but as a good or bad
one, I don't know just yet. I reached over and flipped the station.
"Sorry, I'm not a fan of them," I said trying to act like at the moment
I gave a damn about the song. I just didn't want to hear that right now.
Strangely I flipped it to the country station and Shania Twain's "Man! I
Feel Like A Woman" was on. Come the hell on!! I flipped it again and
Beyonc?'s "If I Were A Boy" was playing. REALLY?? This is definitely a
sign now!! I turned the damn radio off. The world was playing a cruel
joke on me.
"Let's just talk," I said.
"Sure" Jackson said with a smile. "Do you like going to baseball games?"
he asked.
"I do. I really enjoy watching the Phils play. I used to dream about
playing for them when I got older," I said getting excited about the
game.
"Ha ha ha. That's cute," Jackson laughed.
"What's so funny about that?" I asked kind of in a pissy way.
"Well I think you would make an excellent ball girl, but I don't think
they let women play in the MLB," Jackson said.
Oh shit. I'm forgetting already that I'm not Charlie right now, I'm
Vanessa. Fast recovery I said "Well a girl can still dream can't she?" I
joked.
"True" Jackson laughed.
I know this area. We were getting close to the stadium. Thank goodness!!
I looked over at Jackson and I could see his eyes kept sneaking peeks at
my legs. Which was gross and yet flattering at the same time. We pulled
into a parking lot and Jackson jumped out of the car and ran around to
open the door for me. He put out his hand to help me from the car. As we
started to walk towards the stadium, Jackson took my hand in his. It
felt a little strange to take someone hand like that on a first date,
but truth be told, I don't totally know what's right and wrong when it
comes to dating. Come to think about it, this was my first "real" date.
Oh my god!! This is my first real date and it's with a man.
The only other date I have been on was when I was 15. And I don't call
it a "real" date cause my mom drove me to the movies to meet up with a
girl, AND MY 6 OTHER FRIENDS. It was more of a group of kids hanging
out. And at the end of the night, I didn't even get a kiss on the cheek.
So, fast forward to right now. I'm wearing a skirt, heels and my hand is
being held by a man that can't take his eyes off my legs. All I keep
asking myself if "How?" and "Why?" to which I know the answers to both
of those questions.
We got to the front gates and as we were walking to show our tickets, I
heard "Miss," "Miss," But I wasn't paying any attention to it. Then I
felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Miss, you have to let them check your purse before you can go in," a
security guard said to me.
"Oh, sorry," I said, totally never having to worry about such a thing
before.
"No problem, miss," The security guard said as he opened my bag to only
find my ID, lipstick, and my phone. But I don't think he even took
notice of the picture on the ID.
"Women," I heard Jackson say behind my back to the ticket taker.
We made our way in. As I was looking at my ticket to see where our seats
were, Jackson asked "You want to get a beer before we head to our
seats?"
"Um, sure," I said. This was going to be a real test now. I not only
need to remember, I'm Vanessa right now, but I'm going to be adding
alcohol to the mix. I'm stepping on dangerous grounds.
"Here you go, my lady," Jackson joked as he handed me my beer. After
handing it to me he proceeded to take my free hand in his again. It
appeared he already knew which way we were to go to get to our seats.
In no time we were walking down to our seats which were the closest to
the field I have ever been. We were at the very end of the home team
dugout. Straight in front of us was first base. These seats where
amazing. Hopefully Jackson will lay off a little and let me enjoy this.
Just as we sat down the game started.
Jackson took his hand on placed it on my knee. As he did he turned and
said to me "I'm really glad you came out tonight Vanessa."
"I'm glad too, I been looking forward to seeing another game live. Go
Phils!" I said.
Jackson didn't move a finger. He just left his hand on my leg. I didn't
know if I should push it off, just let him touch me or wait to jump up
and cheer to move his hand. That's what I'll do. I'll wait till there is
a good play and I will get his hand off me that way.
Right as that thought entered my brain there was an amazing double play
on the field. I jumped out of my seat "Yess!!" I yelled.
I sat back in my seat and looked over at Jackson who was clapping his
hands for the play. But I seem to make things worst with my decision.
After Jackson stopped clamping, he took his arm and put it over me and
put his hand on my shoulder. And fail. I just helped Jackson get closer
to me. We didn't say much. Maybe this is how first dates are. Or maybe
we just don't click well. But it was very quiet.
Maybe Jackson, himself was nervous, or maybe he was just thirsty, but he
was already done with his beer and it was only the top of the third
inning.
"I'm going to go get another beer, do you need another one, or
anything?" He asked me.
"I'm good beer wise, but could you be a sweetie and get me one of those
foam fingers?" I asked. I figured that would keep him away a little bit
long since he would have to go find one. I was looking forward to
getting dressed and going to the game but for some reason, Jackson is
just annoying me. I just want to watch the game but he seems to be a
little too touchy feely. And just sitting there with him touching me in
silence is off putting.
Jackson left me and I was able to relax a bit. I looked to my right and
noticed the old man that was sitting next to Jackson's seat. I noticed
him, but he was just noticing my legs. Jeez, I must have some killer
stems. I crossed my legs and just tried to keep my eyes on the field.
I was looking at all the players out there and my mind started running
away. I started to think about what Jackson said to me in the car. About
a ball girl. I was looking at the guy batting. He was like 6'3". Maybe
220 lbs. His arms were huge. So were his thighs. The guy was built. He
had a goatee and looked like he hasn't shaved in a few days. This guy
was ready for work. He was there to beat the crap out of the baseball.
My eyes moved around the field and there seem to be 9 other guys on the
field just like him. Strong manly men. My dream really was to play the
Phils someday. But as I looked down at myself I felt a sadness wash over
me. I was nothing like those MEN! As I looked down I could see a small
red clutch purse sitting on the lap of a girl with a whole lot of leg
ending with cute shoes with the red nails peeking out. None of those men
on that field would even been seen like this. Even if there lose a beat
and were forced to wear a dress, they wouldn't ever look like this. They
would look like men in a dress. Yet here I was looking like a girl in a
dress. I looked like the ball girl.
As my mind was running away, everyone in my section started to jump up
yelling. I didn't know what was happening. What did I miss? Shit. Then
as I looked up I saw a baseball heading straight for my face. Before I
could even lift my hands to protect myself, a glove appeared out of
nowhere like magic. Snatching the ball out of thin air. It was the first
basemen from the visiting team. He just caught the foul ball. The foul
ball that was about to hit me.
He winked at me and handed me the ball. "Here you go sexy" he said as he
ran off to the visitor's dugout. My heart was beating like crazy which
made me jump a little when Jackson sat down next to me and asked "Are
you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. That guy just saved me face" I said with my heart
racing.
"That was a close one. Sorry I wasn't here to catch it for you or keep
you safe," Jackson said, as if he could have done more. He acted like I
was in a war and needed protecting.
"I'm ok, you get my foam finger?" I asked sounding like a bitch. I
laughed to myself.
"Oh yeah, here you go."
It was now the bottom of the eighth inning and Jackson felt it was time
for him to make a move again. For the most part he didn't bother me most
of the game. He didn't touch me. Just had a few little conversations.
Mostly about his job and my job, which I knew enough to get by with. It
was just enough conversation to make it seem like I gave a damn to be
there with him, where I was totally into the game. He was very handsome
but so boring. Did I just say he was handsome? Anyway here he was, time
for Jackson to try to make his move.
"I'm so lucky you know," Jackson said.
"Oh yeah, Why's that? Did you get a cool prize in your Cracker jack
box?" I said jokingly.
"Um no, I'm lucky cause I got the most beautiful girl in this place with
me."
"Ah, Thanks," I said not really caring what he had to say. I didn't even
take my eyes off the field to reply to him. There was a part of me that
enjoyed being treated like a lady by him, but there was a hugger part
that wanted to just watch the game and then yet another part that was
still very pissed off at him for his blackmailing of me to get me
there."
"Vanessa, can I tell you something?" Jackson asked as he placed his hand
on my leg again. Really Dude?
"What?" was all I could get out as I turned my head to look at up at
him. As I turned I got a surprise. Jackson took his other hand and
placed it on my chin and laid a huge kiss on my lips. He just stole
another first from me. My first kiss! My first ever kiss, was with a
man. I dreaded that he might try something like this at the end of the
night when he dropped me off, but I thought I would maybe me able to get
out of it, but this one I didn't even see coming.
"JACKSON! What are you doing?" I asked flushed.
"Come on Vanessa. I'm just giving you a little kiss."
"Jackson, I think you just moving a little too fast here," I said trying
to stay calm.
"Whatever, Vanessa. Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. I can tell you
been wanting to kiss me all night."
"What? Jackson, I am not doing anything to make you think I wanted you
to kiss me right now," I said confused.
"Yeah right. You don't wear a short skirt like that, and let me keep
touching your leg and not say no once. You were showing signs all night
that you were into me," Jackson said getting pissed off.
"Jackson, I was being nice and letting it slide with you touching me
knee and putting your arm around my shoulder, but I didn't ask you to
kiss me. I'm still angry at you for blackmailing me to begin with. This
was just a date. Nothing more, nothing less," I said.
"My beer is empty, I'll be right back," Jackson said as he just got up
and walked up the stairs.
Jeez, that was a weird way to end a conversation or was it an argument?
I turned back towards the field to watch the game. Soon everyone was
clapping. The game was over. I turned to thank Jackson for bringing me
to the game, to not be a huge bitch to him, and my mouth hit the floor.
Um, where's Jackson?? Oh my god!! He never came back. I was so into the
game that I never even took notice, Jackson ditched me. That fucker left
me at the stadium all alone! HE LEFT ME!! What the hell?? What a son of
a bitch. Um, I'm so fucked!! I'm all alone, in the city, in a short
skirt. I am so fucked!!! When I get home, if I get home I'm going to
kill him. What am I going to do? I don't have any money for a cab or the
train which I would have to walk to anyway. It wouldn't be too bad, but
it is since Charlie isn't that one with this problem, Vanessa is!!! I
think I'm going to cry! I'm so fucked! What the hell is a girl to do
now??
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