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Andie's Story (part 1)
By Robin Y.
Andie is the lead Stylist at the salon I own....my name is Robin. He does
great work and is a people person. His normal work dress is androgynous at
best and often downright girly. He always wears some makeup fundamentals
like nail polish, but sometimes his pretty face and hair is as feminine as
his dresses and skirts.
This particular day I unexpectedly met him at the mall while shopping for
shoes. He was wearing leggings with a tunic top with a wide leather belt. He
had on wedged sandals and his hair and makeup could leave you
guessing....girl? or.... beautiful boy?
"Hi! Robin! What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Looking for shoes. What about you?" I asked him back.
"Looking for some earrings, but I didn't see what I was looking for.....Robin,
do you have more shopping to do or could we have lunch somewhere and talk?"
"I'm starving! Where do you want to go?" I said.
We agreed on a small caf? near the mall and drove in my car. On the way
Andie confided that someone from his past had reappeared and he needed some
advice. He said that he had to tell someone who would understand and maybe
help him gain a little clarity on the situation....just getting it
out....verbalizing his feelings would surely help.
I've known Andie since he was 17 or 18 and at beauty school. I liked him
dearly and valued his talents and his friendship.
"Of course you can tell me anything....who is this person from the past?" I
asked
"No one that you know. He ....or/and she was someone I knew before I quit high
school.....there were two people," he said rather protectively.
"Well, if you want my advice you are going to have to clue me in on some of
the details, sweetheart. I'm not a mind reader," I prompted him.
"The problem is in the details. My last year in high school, I was an
outcast. I started in with a Goth crowd just to have someone to hang with. I
knew I was gay when I discovered sexual feelings at 12 and I was often told
how pretty or girlie I was. In fact my earlier child life was just trying to
survive. My father was a bum who took off when mom got pregnant and mom took
off when her new boy friend wanted to leave four years later. From my aging
grandparents to a reluctant uncle I bounced around. Once I discovered I was
gay I was feeling even more alone. I really had no real friends, just the
dorks with the Goth stuff. I guess I thought it was better than nothing....at
least I had an identity," he was out of breath.
"Slow down and speed up....That was a mouthful, but how does that translate to
today?" I questioned.
"Everything and nothing.....and just how do I slow down and speed up?" he said
philosophically.
"I mean, get to the point, but don't kill yourself doing it," I smiled
pleased with my response.
"Well, when I was a kid, as I said I didn't have many friends. One day after
my last class another boy from the class approached me. I could tell he
wanted something, but it didn't look like he knew what to say. I asked him
if he needed help or something because he was staring at me.
'I was looking at your Goth makeup....I think it is really cool!" he finally
volunteered.
'You do?' I said. 'What do you like about it so much?' I guess I was being
kind of bitchy.
"Go on, Andie....tell me more," I urged.
"So this kid...I say kid because although he was my age he really was tiny. I
mean petite tiny...size 2 tiny. Anyway he says his name in Jean and he asks me
how he could get the Goth look. I told him I bought a magazine that had an
article on it and taught myself.
He looked kind of pathetic like a stray puppy. So finally I asked him if he
wanted me to show him how to do it.
'Would you like me to do you up so you can see what you look like?' I asked
him.
'Wow...you'd do that? I would really appreciate it.' He told me.
As I got out my stuff and started working on him we talked and I asked why
he hadn't tried it before.
He replied, 'My mother won't allow it. She says it's from the devil or
something and that it is not proper for teenagers to emulate. She's old
fashioned about some things.'
'What do you mean, old fashioned? Does she wear clothes like the old
grannies or something?'
'No....it's not like that....she has old fashioned ideas.' I didn't question him
any more about his mom at that time. I finished with the look and handed him
a small mirror for him to use to see himself and my job. He looked really
happy with it. He kept putting his finger to his bottom lip which I had
coated with black lipstick.
'I wish I could see myself better.....is there someplace we can go that has a
big mirror?' he asked me.
'Uh, well I don't know. The mall I guess....but I don't want to walk all the
way over there and back. How about your house?' I asked him.
'I guess. My mother works until 5 so we have time to go look before I have
to take it off.'
As we walked to his house he said something that shocked me. I had started
to like the guy, but what he said took me by surprise.
'My mother makes me wear girl's clothes sometimes.' That's all he said.
As I said, I knew I was gay, but this was something I didn't know about.
'She makes you dress like a girl? To do what? Does she make you go out like
that?' I asked him.
'Fortunately I haven't had to go outside past the patio in back. She calls
it petticoat discipline and says her family has used it for generations...with
success. It will teach a boy to be appreciative of women and their needs.
Only by experiencing some of the inconveniences girls suffer could a boy
understand what a girl goes through. She has a lot of ideas that seem crazy
to me.....she is pretty nice to me most of the time and lets me have fun too,
but she like for me to express my feminine side...as she call it.'
"Oh my Robin....I was at a loss for words....I didn't know what to say. Finally
I said I thought he was teasing me....we were just entering his house and he
rushed upstairs to see himself in his full length bedroom mirror."
"Don't stop Andie! Please go on," I pleaded with him.
Well I notice that the room is kind of girlie...there is a girl's vanity with
cosmetics on it and there are some girl singer posters on the wall. One of
his closet doors was only half closed and I could see girl clothes hanging
there and some high heels on the floor beneath them.
'Do you have a sister?' I asked him.
He looked back at me away from the mirror. 'No...I'm an only child,' he said.
'Why do you ask?'
'Well I can see some girls stuff in the closet and there's makeup on that
table over there.'
'I told you....my mother makes me dress up sometimes.....a lot of times,
really.'
'Does your dad know?' I asked him.
'My dad is dead. It's just me and her. It's not so bad...like I said she
doesn't parade me around in front of people or anything. Sometimes it's even
fun...but I wouldn't tell her that.....'
"Robin, suddenly there was another voice in the room....I turned to see his
mother (she told me to call her Mrs. Betty). She was wearing very high
heels.... 4" I'm sure.... She towered over us.
'Wouldn't tell me what?' She said locking the door behind her. I thought
about making a run for it, but decided that she couldn't really hurt me. She
was bigger than me, but if she tried to punch me I could still swing a fist.
I hoped she wouldn't be angry.'
'What has my young ward been up to? (Ward? I guess she is old fashioned) I
thought I told you that Goth makeup was a no no? Why won't you obey me? And
who is your girlfriend here?' She asked pointing at me.
'His name is Andrew (that's what my teachers called me and the only name he
knew me by) and he's a new friend.' Jean answered.
'Well, he looks more like an Andie as in Andie McDowell.....You know that I am
going to have to punish you Jeannie.... go into your bathroom now and take
off your clothes....put on your dressing gown hanging in there and come on
back here....and wash that ridiculous makeup off while you are in there.' Her
words stung calling my makeup job ridiculous.
'Maam', I am sorry if I did something wrong, but I didn't know. I just want
to get out of here. Please unlock the door and let me go.' I was hoping she
would listen to reason and I definitely didn't want to see poor Jean put
through his punishment. I felt sorry for him.
His mother sat me down on the bed and explained all the nonsense she had
told Jean about petticoat discipline and how it made model men out of
whimpering boys.
I was thinking that it was more likely to make sissies out of promising
young boys.
I was 16 at the time and remember I was pretty independent and sure of
myself.
'Lady, I just want to get out of here,' I was pleading by then.
"Don't be insolent with an adult young man or I will include you in Jean's
readjustment.' That sounded rather ominous to me so I decided to wait and
see what happened. I knew she couldn't keep me in there forever.
"I'm going to pull your hair, if you don't tell me what happened....please
Andie!" I said pulling my cigarettes from my purse.
I believe Andie was again feeling the stress of the experience he was
describing. He asked for a cigarette and I gave him one. I lit both
cigarettes and then sat back anxiously awaiting Andie's tale.
Well, she was an imposing woman.....so I decided that if I stayed she probably
wouldn't be too hard on Jean, you know? With a witness in the room she
wouldn't want to actually hurt him. Then the bathroom door opened and in
walked Jean. He was wearing a real girly robe of some sort. It was short and
came to just below his waist. AND...he was wearing panties. I didn't know what
to say or do at first and it was obvious that he was embarrassed by his
predicament. Robin, I wasn't sure if he was wearing a little smile or not.
When I looked in his eyes I saw fear and embarrassment, yes, but I also saw
a young boy who was enjoying the tasks his mother was forcing upon him.
'Alright now, stand over here Jeannie,' she said almost kindly.
As he shuffled in his fuzzy slippers over to the spot his mother indicated I
noticed there was a bra under his robe. You could clearly see the little
bumps he had on either side. When he stepped through the light it looked
like he had replaced my Goth makeup with a skin colored foundation and his
lips were shiny and pouty looking (as it turns out the lips were compliments
of a lip plumper his mother made him use every day).
'Andie, as in Andie McDowell....please go over and stand in front of Jeannie.
Yes, that's it. So you can look into her eyes.'
I wasn't sure what she said....did she say 'her' when referring to her poor
son?
I did as I was told and when I looked at Jeannie close up I could see that
he was wearing a little mascara as well.
'Don't worry Jeannie, she won't hurt you with me here....' I whispered to him
hoping his mother didn't hear.
'Okay, Andie I want you to take both of Jeannie's hands in yours and look
into her eyes.'
'Now tell him how pretty he is.' I looked over at Mrs. Betty not sure where
she was going with the whole thing.
'I said, take his hands in yours. Do you want to join him? Do it now.'
"Robin, I was terrified....I don't know why. Holding hands was no big deal....I
am gay for goodness sake, but there was something spooky about the whole
thing," Andie looked to me for encouragement.
"Well, I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I reached out and took
both his hands in mine...we stood just there looking at one another.
'Do you think my Jeannie is pretty?' Mrs. Betty asked.
I hesitated, but nodded in the affirmative.
'Answer me or I promise I will have you over my knee shortly,' she
threatened.
'Yes, I think Jean is pretty.' I blurted out.
'Jeannie!....if you want to stay on my good side, you will refer to her as
Jeannie. Now, do you think Jeannie is pretty?'
'Yes, Jeannie is very pretty.'
'Look into her eyes and tell her so.'
'I looked into his/her big brown eyes and said...'Jeannie, you are really very
pretty.'
As I stood there holding his hands and looking into his eyes telling him he
was pretty I noticed a slight change in Jean's face. He was smiling. His
eyes were dancing with pride after my compliments (I wasn't lying...he was
pretty in a vulnerable, almost feminine way and I was beginning to get
aroused).
"Robin, you know I have no problem with being gay....I never did. But I had
never been with a boy who was so....so...I really don't know the words to use.
He wasn't just sissy like....he was actually girlish and although I had never
been with a girl (like that), the feelings he brought up in me not only
attracted me to him, but for the first time in my life I felt like a male
wooing a female," Andie was pleading for sympathy from me.
"My! Andie! He must have been a real cutie to have you accepting the boy
role," I said giggling. Andie's story was getting to me and it felt like my
panties might be a little damp.
"Robin, it wasn't so much like a boy girl thing. I still felt like the same
old me, but it was like there was a bridge between us.....a drawbridge that
had just been lowered....and I was about to cross over."
"Okay, okay! Now finish the story, Andie. I'm going to have to get going
before long," I laughed with baited breath.
So, there we were standing facing each other with me holding his hands and
looking into his face. That's when Mrs. Betty got things going a bit.
'Tell me, Andie....what do you think of my Jeannie....is she pretty?' she
inquired.
'Uh, yes.....I guess,' was all I could muster.
'What do you think is her best feature?.....don't lollygag now, what is her
best feature?'
I looked at poor Jean, hesitated and then said, 'His eyes! He has nice
eyes.'
'Do you think his eyes could be improved with some eye makeup? A pencil
liner, some shadow and maybe a bit more mascara? You think that will help?'
Mrs. Betty asked me.
'Yeah, sure....I suppose that would do something.' I stood looking at poor
Jean's downward looking eyes.....he really did have nice eyes for a boy or a
girl.
After a moment or two Mrs. Betty stepped up and gave him a swat on the
fanny.
'Get along now girl, go fix your eyes....just like your beau said. I want to
see some straight lines with your eyeliner....don't make me wash your face and
make you start over!' I knew for sure then that she wasn't just trying to
help him with some kind of weird discipline thing....she was getting a thrill
from it. I think in a weird way so was he. When she whacked his bottom, I
swear I saw him smile.
Anyway, he went back into the bathroom while Mrs. Betty and I stood facing
one another....she with a wicked smile on her face and me trying to figure a
way out of there.
Finally, she says to me. 'You know Andie, you really do have beautiful
features for a boy. Those cheekbones and that cute little nose....you should
try some cosmetics to enhance your natural beauty.' I knew I was nice
looking, but no one had ever said anything like that to me before....I was
sort of pleased in a peculiar kind of way.
Jean came out of the bathroom and I must say, he was pretty good with
cosmetics.....I'm sure his mother had given plenty of instruction and no doubt
had him practice daily.
'What do you think, Andie? Does he pass inspection?' his mother asked.
I looked at his big brown eyes....perfectly lined with what must of have been
a sharp Kohl pencil as the lines were distinct and clearly defined.... he knew
what he was doing. His lashes were full and long and quite feminine. He had
used shadow to add depth to the eye itself .... Using highlighter up to the
brow. 'Yeah, it looks good.....like the girls at school.' I answered.
'Assume the position again,' barked Mrs. Betty.
I didn't know what the position was and just kind of stood there.
'Looks like your beau is shy, Jeannie. Better help him.'
Poor Jean reached out and took my hands in his....both of us looking into each
other's eyes like before. Oh, I thought....this must be the position.
'Okay, now think about this next question before you answer....what do you
think of Jeannie's lips?' Asked Mrs. Betty.
'They are nice,' I replied.
'Just nice? Is that the best you can say?'
'Well, they are plump and have a nice shape to them.....oh, and the lip gloss
looks nice.' I said trying to get Mrs. Betty to ease up a bit on poor Jean.
'Good enough to kiss?' Mrs. Betty asked.
'Yeah, sure I guess. They're kissable.'
Mrs. Betty almost looked happy. Since she first walked in the door I had not
seen her smile a friendly smile.
'Well! Go ahead! What are you waiting for, kiss him,' she demanded.
It's true I was gay and had kissed a few boys, but none that looked as
feminine and girlie as poor Jeannie...er....I mean Jean.
As Andie looked at me, I could tell he needed a break from storytelling.
"Andie, how about we take a little break....I've got to go tinkle," I told
him.
"Yes, I want another cup of coffee," Andie said looking relieved. I could
see that this was an emotional experience for him.....even now....years later.
On my way back from the ladies room I stopped and got another cup of coffee
for myself and then returned to our table outside.
Andie was sipping his coffee and smoking a cigarette when I got back and I
lit one as well.
"So Andie.....I'm curious about what happened next, but where is this leading?
I asked.
"Earlier this week I had a new client come in....she made the appointment with
Lydia, but Lydia left early that day....remember she was having cramps so bad
she was crying? Anyway, I agreed to do the woman's hair. Her name was...er...is
a Mrs. Witmore....Betty Witmore," Andie paused when he finished speaking. He
was looking at me for recognition.
"Mrs. Betty? I don't believe it!" I said beginning to grin.
"Yes....the one and only. Well, I was shocked when I realized who she was...it
has been a while. I thought that I would just cut and roll her hair and not
say anything. I qas sure she wouldn't recognize me now."
"So what happened?" I asked, really curious.
"Nothing!....at first. Sue shampooed her hair and then I did as she asked and
just trimmed it up a bit then set in on rollers and put her under a dryer.
She was reading a Marie Claire, but every so often I would notice her
staring at me and smiling."
"She knew it was you?" I asked.
"Apparently she knew from the moment she walked in and saw me. Well, after I
took her out from under the dryer and removed her curlers...I was brushing at
the roots to shake the hair into a fuller look. Thank goodness she doesn't
still tease.....you should have seen her back in the old days.....anyway, I
brushing and trying to add a little lift and she says...'Andie, you look so
pretty. I love what you've done with your hair....so boyish and yet very
feminine."
"You must have wet your panties," I giggled as I said it.
"You have no idea, honey. I nearly dropped my brush and passed out right
there. I was thinking that I had made it through without a confrontation
with her and here I was right back like.....like back then," Andie suddenly
got a little emotional and I tried to help him relax. As I watched take a
sip of coffee, holding his cigarette with two extended fingers which were
slightly curled in a relaxed fashion...his wrist bent slightly outward from
his body at about shoulder height with his elbow on the table he looked as
utterly feminine as is possible from someone with a male genetic makeup.
"Okay, let's go back to that day with Jeannie...I mean Jean," I said trying to
get things back on track. I could feel my own juices beginning to flow and
my concealed weapon began to strain....trying to bloom. The eroticism of the
story has me breathing in shallow breaths.
Well, let's see....we were in the bedroom and Betty....since I do her hair now I
think it is okay to call her Betty....I definitely prefer it....let's see...yes
Betty was telling me to kiss her son, Jean right there in front of her. I
had a few gay sexual experiences under my belt, but never with a girl or a
boy who looked like a girl...and he did....believe Robin, he did look like a
girl.
"So did you kiss him or what?" I pleaded.
"Yes, Robin...what else could I do," Andie looked at me with his precious
green eyes. I noted that he must have touched up his mascara when I was in
the little girl's room because they now seemed fuller and longer.....really
accenting his eyes.
"To get back to the story....yes, we kissed. At first it was to satisfy his
mother. You know....we put our lips together and just held it like that. But
no! That wasn't good enough for Betty."
'I want to see some passion in that kiss! How will either of you find a mate
when you kiss like a fish. Pick it up now or I will have to think of
something to help you!' Her words had my knees shaking...at least I think it
was her words.
The next thing I know she has wrestled my right hand from Jean and put it
around him on his bum. She pressed it against his cute firm little behind
cheek and starts rubbing it around in a big circle. These actions have
inadvertently forced Jean up against me and....that was when I first felt it.
His tiny little weenie was as hard as a rock and pushed up against my upper
thigh. He was wearing panties and even through my jeans I could feel the
slick little rod rubbing back and forth as I rubbed his rear end back and
forth with my hand. The next thing you know the kiss is no longer for
Betty...it is a real kiss and as we hug and rub our bodies together I lean
down and kiss his ear. I can smell the gentle floral scent he has applied
behind his ear. I was in a fog. I like boys....but here I was with someone
who, except for the extra appendage was a female. I could feel her breasts
(which turned out to be a padded bra over his slightly puffy real breasts).
I could smell her perfume and makeup and the softness of her skin and the
silkiness of her clothes. I was confused as to what gender this person was.
A soon as we got going good, Betty says that she has seen enough for today
and that we can resume whatever it was we were doing before....
'Except I never want to see either of you with Goth Makeup Again!
Understood!' I looked at Jeannie and she nodded as did I. His mother
unlocked the door and walked out. I followed behind her a ways to see what
she was up to and to prepare to make my getaway....but she just picked up a
big yellow envelope off her desk, her purse from a chair and walked out of
the house.....heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She never looked back at
me that day.
"So that's the story?" I asked a clearly shaken Andie.
"No, Robin....that was the beginning. Jean and I continued to get together
after school the rest of the year. Usually, he would get dressed up...mostly
very casual and we would hang out. We usually kissed a little...at the least.
But when we knew Betty couldn't interrupt us we got down right passionate. I
loved sucking on his plump little girlie boobies...and surprisingly, I loved
his sucking on mine just as much. Over the next six months I gradually
started experimenting with his makeup and some clothes Betty picked up for
me from Goodwill. She even bought me that pair of Black Peep Toe pumps of
mine you borrowed when we first met. Remember?"
I nodded...thinking how the world really is a small place and how lives cross
paths.
"So, apparently it ended! What happened?" I asked.
"Well, Robin....I decided not to go back for my senior year and I enrolled in
the Beauty College. I had just turned 17 and gotten my GED....anyways, Betty
didn't like the idea of Jean hanging out with a high school dropout. Really,
I think she had other plans for poor Jean. It was not a bad breakup....I think
we both took a lot from the relationship. He found out someone else could
accept him as he is and I found out that I like to be pretty and feminine
and that I like girls too....especially girls like us," Andie seemed much more
relaxed and calm now.
"So what's the problem?" I asked earnestly.
"You won't believe what she has asked me to do!" Andie couldn't help but
smile.
"I've got to go to the little girl's room now. Can you wait until I get
back?"
"If you insist!" I said sitting back in my chair and reaching for another
cigarette.
To be continued.
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