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Let it Snow
By Shawna Stimple
The weather outside was frightful on December 24th, as Marshal Wagner
drove north on I-89, towards his family's cabin, in northern Vermont.
Freshly eighteen, he had somehow talked his parents into letting him
come up a week early for a little skiing. He was strangely responsible,
in that he didn't throw any crazy parties, or have a different girl over
every night, however he was irresponsible in his grooming, and still
hadn't brought in any clothes from the car, and was just changing on the
way to the slopes every morning.
His parents were due in later in the evening, and he was rushing back
with reckless abandon, in the hopes that he could get a shower, before
he received an earful from his mother about his smell. He somehow made
it safely to his exit, and even more miraculously down the winding side
road, all the way to the three mile dirt driveway that led up to the
cabin. All was well, until he banked right at the final leg of his
journey, and as he hit the small frozen puddle by the mailbox, the back
of his car unceremoniously slid sideways into the gatepost, taking said
mailbox with it.
"Well Fuck!" Marshal yelled as he gazed at the back of his Chevy. It
seemed his axle, was broken, and he couldn't even get the trunk to open,
so he could grab his suitcase. After kicking the tire for a few seconds,
he realized that the only thing it would get him, was a sore foot, and
he didn't need one of those, as he made the three mile trudge back to
the cabin, in the ever deepening snow.
Exhausted, and sore from his week long winter sports marathon, the
journey was not easy for Marshall. He fell several times before reaching
the little cabin, and the heat from his body, was easily thwarted by the
melting snow, stuck to his sweat shirt. "That fire's gonna be pretty
delightful once I get it going," he thought as turned the last curve, to
finally see his goal.
He thought it was odd that the only car parked in front of the house,
was a pink mustang. He'd never seen this car before, and it surely
wasn't anything his dad would rent from the airport. His grandfather,
and his new, very much younger wife, weren't due in till tomorrow. He
was even more surprised by the beautiful blond, and brunette cheerleader
that opened the door before he could even get his key in the lock.
"Oh you poor thing!" the blond said, as she pulled him into the doorway.
"Let's get you out of those wet rags, and into a warm bath."
"Did I get stuck in a porno?" Marshal thought, as the strangers led him
to the bathroom, with a blanket draped over his shoulders, and little
else. Two sexy girls, in full cheerleader garb, stripped him to his
boxers, and held him tightly while they walked him down the hall. He
thought it would have been a little more risqu? if his teeth hadn't been
chattering the whole time.
He was shocked, at how easily they removed his underpants, once the
bubble bath was filled. He wanted to object, but was too grateful for
the warm water that now surrounded his chilled skin. He was so relaxed,
that he didn't even them notice them returning thirty minutes later with
a fresh set of clothes. It was the door closing, that prompted him to
figure out what was going on. He quickly washed and conditioned his
hair, and then washed his body.
After drying his body off, he tied his towel around his shoulder length
blond locks. It was a trick his old girlfriend had taught him. He may
have looked a little silly, but it definitely kept his hair out of his
face, while it dried. On the toilet he found a white t-shirt, and jeans
to wear. As he picked them up, a small piece of white cloth fell onto
the floor. It was then that he realized, as he bent down to retrieve the
garment, that he was picking up a pair of panties. Suddenly it was
obvious that the jeans and t-shirt, were meant for a girl.
"Um, Hello!" he called out, trying his best to get his head out of the
door, while keeping his still naked body safely behind the wall.
"Hi. Is everything going okay?" he heard from one voice, coming down the
hall.
"Do you need any help?" came another.
"No. I'm okay," he replied. "It's just that...well, these are girls
clothes."
"Oh yeah. Sorry about that," the first voice replied.
The second added, "It's the plainest thing we have to offer. It's really
not that bad. Don't worry. We won't make fun of you."
He continued, "It's just that...I've never worn girls underwear before.
What happened to my clothes?"
"Oh. We decided that if you wore those stinky rags around us, it would
have been a crime against humanity. They'll be through the wash soon."
"Those are boy cut anyway, so it should be alright. Hurry and get
dressed. We're sitting by the fire, and it's pretty delightful."
He didn't know what boy cut meant, but it sure didn't make them boys
underwear. "They are pretty plain," he thought to himself, as he slid
them over his legs, and into place. "I guess it's not so bad," He
stepped into the jeans, and struggled to inch them over his backside. He
wasn't what anyone would call a large man, but the jeans clung tightly,
like a second skin. The t-shirt was similar to the ones he always wore,
except it had no breast pocket, and was a little softer than his. He
also noticed that it fell exactly to his waist, and if he lifted his
arms at all, then his navel was exposed for the world to see. He slid
his feet in the ballet flats, that sat in front of the sink, and took a
good look at himself.
After taking in how feminine his silhouette somehow was, he stepped out
of the bathroom, mentally preparing himself for the strange encounter
that lay ahead. "Who are these people, and what are they doing here?" he
thought as he walked through the hall.
"Hi there," came the chipper greeting from the brunette, as she noticed
him entering the room.
"You must be Marshal. I'm your Aunt Steph. This is my friend Eva," said
the blond, as she jumped up and gave him a big hug. They were still
wearing their cheerleader uniforms, and their introductions did nothing
to destroy the surrealism he was having.
"I don't have an Aunt Steph. What's going on here?" he asked, still
extremely confused.
"I'm your step aunt I guess. I'm Fawn's daughter," Fawn was the woman
his grandfather had recently married. At first his family was worried
that she was one of those 'marry and older man for his money' types, but
they later found out she was twice as well off as their entire family.
His father had hoped that this trip was a good way to get to know his
new stepmother. He'd never told Marshal that he had a much younger step
sister however. Marshal wondered if he even knew.
"I'm going to let you guys talk, while I go catch a shower," Eva said,
as she awkwardly backed out of the room.
"It's a little weird isn't it? My mom, and your grandpa," Steph said,
balling up in her chair.
Marshal took a seat in the empty recliner, and said, "A little. Pop's
always been a little weird, but in spite of my parents, I've always just
been happy when he's happy. I'm sure we'll see how all this goes
tomorrow."
"You haven't heard yet?"
"Heard what?"
"All their flights got canceled. It's not supposed to stop snowing until
the 26th. No one's getting here till the day after tomorrow. Christmas
is going to be just the three of us this year."
"That sucks hard. I need to get my car to a mechanic."
"It'll have to wait. Eva and I were already here when we received the
call. Her family lives out the country, so we came straight here after
the last game of the semester. I'll never understand why people play
football in such crummy weather."
"I'll never understand why people play football," Marshal responded,
laughing a little too much at his own joke. Strangely enough, instead of
the usual rolled eye he was greeted with, Steph joined in the raucous
laughter, and the two were red faced by the time Eva snuck back into the
room.
"Are you sure you're not really family?" she asked. "You might not be
blood related, but you share the same lame sense of humor don't you?"
Eva looked pretty hot standing there in her jeans, and an oversized off
the shoulder sweatshirt, with her hair wrapped up just like Marshal's.
"I guess I'm up," Steph said, jumping out of her chair, and running
toward the bathroom, giggling the entire way.
"She's something, isn't she?" Eva said shaking her head.
"I guess. So are you staying the entire week?"
"I believe I am. My family is actually Canadian, and it's a little too
much work for me to head home this year. Steph was nice enough to invite
me along. I'm sure you guys will get along great," Marshal wasn't sure,
but he thought he noticed a little tear welling up in the corner of
Eva's eye. She continued, "She gets along well with everyone. She's
pretty amazing that way."
Fifteen minutes later, Steph came bounding down the hall, with her wet
hair hanging limply to her shoulders. She was wearing a white cami top,
and a pair of black stretch pants, carrying two bundles of cloth. She
tossed one to Marshal, and unfolded the other, slipping her arms through
the sleeves of the maroon cardigan.
"This is pink," Marshal said, holding the offered garment at arms
length.
"So, I wear pink all the time, and it hasn't hurt me any," Steph said,
playing up just how warm she was in her new cardigan.
Marshal shrugged, and after staring at the cashmere offender for a few
moments, decided that it would be no more embarrassing than when they
threw him naked in the bathtub. After he slipped his arms through the
pink cashmere bolero sweater, and buttoned the single button at the
collar, he had to admit that it was the warmest he'd felt all day.
Eva took a seat in front of the fire, while Steph pulled up a chair
behind her. "What are you guys doing?" Marshal asked, trying to make
sense of the situation.
"You can't seriously expect two lovely young ladies, such as ourselves,
to go around looking like a drowned rat, do you?" Steph said, retrieving
a hair dryer, and a brush. "Now be a dear, and go grab us that bottle of
wine, and some glasses."
"I'm not really old enough to drink. You know that right?"
"Well what else are aunts for, than to let you be a little naughty when
the parents aren't around. Besides. If you're old enough to die for your
country, then you're old enough to have a drink with family."
Marshal was stunned by her statement, but also extremely flattered. He
had just met this girl, and she was already treating him like one of her
own. Being an only child, of two only children didn't allow him many
opportunities for familial bonds, but if this was what it was all about,
then maybe it wasn't so bad that his grandfather tacked on a few
branches to the tree.
After retrieving the wine, he took a seat next to the two on the floor,
while Steph expertly worked on Eva's hair. The conversation started
small, as they slowly got to know each other, but as the alcohol began
to take effect, the tone of their chat took a drastic turn. As Eva began
to work on Steph's hair, Steph asked, "Why did you come up here alone
for a week? That's an awfully long time be by yourself on your break.
Shouldn't you be with your friends? It's your senior year. You should be
with the people you won't see when you go off to college."
Marshal looked at his glass, contemplating whether to dump his troubles
on his newfound family, or not. After another sip of liquid courage, the
words came tumbling out. "Cari, was supposed to come with me, but we got
in a huge fight."
Eva put her brush down, and placed her hand of Marshal's. "Who's Cari?"
"She was my girlfriend. We were having a talk last week about our plans
for college, and when we realized that we were going to completely
different ends of the country, we started fighting. I'm not even sure
what I was arguing, but when all was said and done, my vacation week
suddenly got a little lonelier. I've just been living on the slopes,
trying not to think about it. It's not working out too well though. I
thought I was going to loose my mind before you two showed up."
Steph hugged him around the neck, and said, "I'm so sorry honey. We're
here now, so feel free to dump it all on us."
Marshal teared up a little, but managed to keep himself from bawling
hysterically. It was a little quieter when Eva had finished up on Steph.
"All done!" she yelled, startling her friends, and added a little bit of
laughter back to the somber occasion.
Eva looked gorgeous with her hair done up, in a perfectly executed
ponytail. It fell wavily down her back, showing off her diamond studs,
that sparkled in the firelight, above her olive skin. Steph's french
roll set high on the back of her head, looked nothing but elegant, as
her silver hoops dangled in her ears below. These were two of the most
beautiful young women Marshal had ever seen, and he realized how
grateful he was to be spending Christmas with them.
"You both look so pretty. How do you get your hair to work like that?"
Steph looked at Eva, with a mischievous smile, and pulled Marshal down
onto the floor next to her, before ripping the towel from his head.
"We'll show you," she said, leaping up with the most excitement he'd
seen her display yet, and that was no small amount.
She dug through her bag pulling out several hair accessories, while Eva
began running a brush through his hair, while blow-drying it. Marshal
thought about objecting at first, but began to relax in spite of him
self. There was something very therapeutic about being fussed over so
much. The wine didn't hurt either.
He wanted to say something when Steph took a file to his nails, but she
interrupted, "A little pampering goes a long way. You've had such a hard
week, that you deserve it. You aren't afraid of getting in touch with
your feminine side are you?"
"No...but I..."
"Good. Just sit back, and relax, and let us do our thing."
After his hair was dry, Eva couldn't believe all she had to work with.
She hadn't see hair this great on any girls she knew, let alone boys. He
must have taken excellent care of it. It wasn't long before he was now
the owner of 10 soft pink oval nails, and his hair was completely dry.
Marshal thought he was going to melt, as he felt Eva tug every so gently
on his hair. Meanwhile, Steph had found a pair of tweezers, and managed
to pull a few hairs, before he sat upright with a flash.
"Ow! What are you doing?!"
"I'm just cleaning them up a little. They're so bushy. Trust me. I'm not
shaving them off or anything."
Eva gently pulled him by the shoulder, back to between her legs, and
began putting the finishing touches on her creation. After Steph was
done with the tweezing, he didn't even bother to object, when he felt
her putting makeup on his face. What did it matter anyway. It was all
for a bit of fun.
He almost didn't want them to stop, when they both put down their tools,
and stared him in the face for a good minute and a half. "I know what's
missing!" Steph yelled, as she pulled what looked to be a ball of hair
from her bag. "Our hair is about the same color, so this should work,"
She clipped it into his newly coiffed locks, and then Evan added a
headband to hide the seam. After noticing his ears were pierced, Eva
then added her pearl studs. Both the girls were on the brink of
exploding with glee, as the did their best to hide their smiles with
their hands.
"What's the big deal? Do I look that hilarious?" Marshal asked,
searching the room for a mirror.
Eva reached in her bag, and pulled out a hand mirror, doing her best not
to squeal. "Marshal, meet Marsha," she said, holding the mirror in front
of his face.
Marshal was nothing short of amazed, as he viewed the fair skinned
beauty, reflected back to him in the glass. She was breathtaking with
her soft pink lips, glowing cheeks, and gorgeous eyes, done up in a soft
white shadow, with a darker liner. Her eyebrows, while not pencil thin
arches, sat perfectly on the face, of what he would describe as nothing
less than an angel. The perfectly sculpted giant bun at the back of her
head, sitting behind the clip in bangs, and the white headband with the
huge bow set on the side, created the epitome of femininity, to crown
one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen.
"She's a little flat chested, isn't she?" he said breaking the silence,
and starting a chorus of laughter it took minutes to recover from. After
regaining his composure he asked, "I'm not normally this pretty, am I?"
"Not normally," Steph said, "but you have very soft features, and you'd
be amazed what you can do with a little war paint.
"So what now?" Eva asked, still giggling a little to herself.
"I have no idea," Marshal said
"Oh, I know!" Steph said leaping from her seat yet again. "It can't be
Christmas Eve without a big fancy Christmas dinner. I'll start cooking.
You two find something nice to wear."
"On it," Eva said, grabbing Marshal by the hand, and pulling him into
the bedroom. "Do you think you're more of a fun loving kind of girl, or
are you more prim and proper?"
"I have no idea. I usually just kind of wear what's clean."
"That's what Marshal does. What does Marsha do? I'll leave you this
suitcase. Find something, and I'll be back in a few minutes to check on
you."
"What does Marsha do?" he thought as he searched the travel cases for
something not too embarrassing. He tried to stay conservative, but as he
caught the reflection of his huge white hair bow, he knew which dress
was the right choice.
Ten minutes later Eva entered the room, to find Marshal shoving wads of
toilet paper down the front of his dress. He was wearing a white peasant
dress, with a tight bodice, cap sleeves, and a flowing skirt that fell
to mid thigh, above a pair of black leggings, and a pair of white kitten
heels, with little bows on the toes.
"Nice try. The outfits great, but you should scale back on the stuffing.
I don't know many real girls with breast that large, who would try to
fit in this dress," She pulled out a few handfuls of tissue, before he
sported a realistic bosom. "Other than that, I'd say your need to
accessorize, and you'll be set" She grabbed the longest strand of pearls
he'd ever seen, and looped it around his neck three times, the first
loop sitting tightly against his neck, the second falling just to the
top of his fake bosom, and the hanging low to his navel. "I wish these
were real, but I don't even want to know how much they would cost."
As she clasp the necklace behind his neck, Eva looked into Marshal's
eyes, and leaned in for what appeared to be a kiss, but when she got
close to his lips, she suddenly changed direction, and buried her head
in his chest, and began crying. "Hey there, it's okay," Marshal said
soothingly. "What's the matter?"
"I thought it might work," Eva sobbed.
"What would work?"
"I don't really like boys in that way. I never have. I don't know why. I
thought if I could at least kiss you, with the way you look and all, but
I know it's not the same."
Marshal hugged her tightly, and began to stroke her hair. "I don't think
that's how it works anyway. I've not got much experience, but I know
that you love who you love."
"But I don't think she loves me back."
"Who? Steph?"
Eva nodded, tears streaming from her cheeks.
"I haven't known you guys very long, but I know she loves you. I just
don't know in what way, but you'll never know either, if you don't tell
her how you feel. I love Cari, and I wish I'd told her. It might be that
stupid high school love, but it's real for me, and I wish that I would
have said it. I don't think I could have said it enough."
"Do you really think it will be okay?" Eva said, as the tears began to
slowly taper off.
"I think that even if she doesn't have the same feelings, she won't hate
you for it. I think she'll be there for you either way."
Eva took a few deep breaths, and started to regain her composure.
"Okay...okay...I've got to go finish getting ready, and my makeup must
be a wreck. I'll meet you out there," She kissed him gently on the
cheek, and returned to the other bedroom.
Marshal returned to the living room, and took a seat on the couch,
trying, and failing to sit as femininely as possible. As Steph walked
through from the kitchen, she did her best to stifle a laugh, at the
girlishly dressed boy, struggling to hold the obscenely feminine pose on
the sofa. "You look great, but I think you need to relax a little," she
said, holding her hand over her mouth, and continuing out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, the two young beauties returned, both wearing
little black dresses, with evening makeup to match. Eva's eyes were a
little puffy, but not enough for anyone to notice. In spite of it, she
still managed to retain her breathtaking beauty. Eva, and Marshal took a
seat at the dining room table, and a few moment later Steph joined them,
carrying a fresh from the oven, frozen pizza. "It's not much, but it's
the best I could do on such short notice, but I think the spirits in the
right place."
"It looks delicious," Eva said.
"Best Christmas dinner I could ask for," Marshal said.
The three shared dinner over another bottle of wine, before returning to
the living room, a little tipsier than they had originally intended, and
ready for some light conversation.
"So tell me Marsha, how do you like your new look?" Steph said, taking a
seat next to Eva on the love seat.
Marshal plopped down on the sofa in a most unladylike fashion. "First
off, I think it goes without saying that we don't ever speak of this
again, and when my parents get here in couple of days, they will never
hear about this. However, it's not so bad. Probably not something I'm
going to stick with, but I don't see what the big deal about a dress is,
other than the fact that I've probably shown you guys my crotch like
fifteen times."
Eva remarked, "Dresses can be super sexy. There's just something about
seeing someone in one. They're so vulnerable, but take Steph here. You
know she's barely covered by this thin fabric, but at the same time, you
need to look her in the eyes, and know that you have permission before
you can touch her."
As she turned Steph towards her to demonstrate, the two locked eyes, and
suddenly to them, the rest of the world was lost. They looked deeply
into each others eyes, and it was like they both knew exactly what the
other was thinking, Eva, blushing brightly, and Steph, doing her best to
suppress her grin by biting her lower lip. It was a beautiful moment,
that Marshal knew it was time to see himself out of. As he stood to
leave the room, his quiet escape was thwarted by a sudden knock on the
door.
"Holy shit!" Marshal said, startled. Completely forgetting how he was
dressed, he swung open the door to see the biggest ball of poofy cloth
he'd ever laid eyes on. He was still feeling the wine, because it took
him a moment to realize that there was a person under it all. The person
walked into the cabin, and began to remove layer after layer, until a
female figure started to emerge.
"Cari!" Marshal yelled, as she removed her ski mask.
"Oh my god Marshal. Is that you?" Cari said, amazed at his
transformation.
"Uh...we got bored. What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want you to spend Christmas alone. I felt like such an ass, so
I drove up here yesterday, but I hit the storm, so it took a little
longer than expected. I drove five miles an hour on the last stretch of
road, and I couldn't even get in the drive way. I saw your car. Are you
okay? Who are these girls?"
"Am I okay?! You must be freezing. You don't need to apologize, I need
to apologize. This is my step aunt Steph, and her...friend Eva."
As Steph, and Eva watched the two word vomit all over each other, it was
obvious why they got together in the first place. They knew that they
had some things to work out on their own. "We'll let you too catch up.
We're gonna head to bed. Nice to meet you Cari. Goodnight," Steph said,
before taking Eva by the hand, and leading her down the hall. The
playful giggling could be heard all the way up until they slammed the
bedroom door behind them.
"I missed you," Marshal said, taking Cari by the hands, and looking deep
into her eyes. "I know we're going to college next year, but this is our
last Christmas, and I wouldn't want to spend it with anybody, but you. I
love you."
Cari clasped her hands around his neck, and said, "I know things have
been weird, but I don't want to spend any less time with you than I have
to. The fight doesn't matter anymore, and neither does the fact that
you're wearing a very pretty dress...love your hair by the way. The only
thing that matters is that I love you. It might be shitty outside, and
we may be trapped in a cabin, but as long as you love me so...well you
know the rest"
The End.
Nanette
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