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Paul, now Polly, sat pushing food around his dinner plate. He couldn't
bring himself to eat a bite. The one forkful he had eaten had felt like a
sponge in his dry mouth, and his stomach was in a knot. Everytime he
started to relax, he would catch sight of one of his pigtails out of the
corner of his eye, or glance down at his hairless porcelain thighs, and
immediately would be reminded of this crazy situation. Everyone else at
the table seemed fine. They all chatted away about this and that, barely
paying him any attention. Sometimes Samantha would look over and smile
warmly at him. She seemed like a really nice person. Kim and Becky were
taking turns dissolving into fits of giggles, which was not helping
matters. In fact, his mother was the only one who was studiously ignoring
him. She was trying to foster an atmosphere of absolute normality, by
endlessly talking about anything she could think of, in a vain attempt to
keep everyone's attention from the fact that her son was sitting across
from her looking like a teenage girl dressed like a doll.
"So, Polly," Kim piped up. "Are you enjoying your little dressup as much
as you thought you might?"
That sounded bad. Paul squirmed, feeling his satin covered backside slide
back and forth on his chair. "Erm, this isn't what I wanted to wear. I
asked you for something else! I didn't want to dress like..." He looked
down at the dress again, lost for words.
"Aw, I know honey, but none of my mums stuff would fit you. You're even
too little for Becky's things, I'd guess."
"No, that's not the way...I...." It was like being dressed so
humiliatingly in front of everyone had short circuited his brain, so he
just babbled. Now his mum and Samantha would think it was his idea to
dress like this, that he even wanted to wear something of Samantha's!
Silence. Samantha spoke. "Glass of wine, Angela?"
"Yes! Yes please. A big one." And off they went to the living room.
"Well, that's mum busy for the night!" said Becky. "Hey Pol, you haven't
seen my room yet, lets go have some fun!"
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A long couple of hours later, Paul was agin descending the stairs on his
way to ultimate embarrassment in froont of the two women. He knew exactly
why their jaws were dropping (despite all the wine) as he meekly stepped
into the living room. They saw that the girls had seen to every detail in
dressing him this time. Sleek, straightened hair, glamorous french tipped
nails, a huge amount of tan from a can, low rise bootcut jeans and a short
white halter top. His jeans disguised the height of his platform heels.
"Presenting Polly Phase II," the girls cried in unison.
"My goodness girls! You have really outdone yourselves this time. I could
swear I was looking at a beautiful young lady. I'm glad to see you have
toned her look down from earlier, she looks very classy."
Paul, meanwhile was looking at his mother and realising that her jaw
wasn't dropping out of shock, but rather because she was asleep sitting up
on the sofa. Her open mouth betrayed her drunken state.
"I'm afraid, Paul, your mother was very tired and the wine has sent her
right to sleep. I think it would be best if you both stayed the night,
darling."
He wanted to argue, but before he could Kim interrupted, "That would be
perfect, Mummy, because we really wanted to bring Polly over to
Charlotte's house for a while. Please say it's OK! I texted her to explain
everything, and she'd so love to meet Polly. We'll go straight there and
come home well before bedtime. Please, please, please!" She said it in the
practiced patter of a girl who is used to getting exactly what she wants,
and of course mummy gave in easily.
"Well alright, but you must take extra special care of Polly. No dallying
or horseplay. And be nice to our new girl!" She said, seeing them out the
door and giving an appalled Polly a little hug on the way out.
When he asked where they were going, Kim reminded him that if he shut up,
maybe they wouldn't post his new photos on Facebook. That threat had been
working pretty well all night, but in a choice between exposure on the
internet and getting beaten up on the streets...
"Is Charlotte's much further?" he kept asking. "We're not going straight
to Charlotte's. Her parents are away so she's having a party later, but
first we're going to town for a few drinks, come on the train station is
just at the end of the road." Although no one paid them much attention on
the train, Paul was a nervous wreck. He couldn't believe how nerve
wracking an experience it was to be dressed like this in public. He was
thanking his lucky stars that he was in jeans when Kim grabbed his arm,
"Come on, we need to visit the toilet for a bit." He followed her
dutifully, trying to keep his balance in his towering heels on the moving
train.
Kim was all business in the tiny toilet cubicle. "Right, get those clothes
off, we need to glam you up a bit so you get into the club without ID."
Paul wanted to argue some sense into her, but he just imagined his friends
reaction to those pictures if they got onto facebook, and did as he was
told. She put him into a denim mini skirt and a super stretchy, neon
yellow jersey tube top that came down over the top of his skirt. It clung
to his chest, accentuating his padded strapless bra. The neon yellow
really stood out against his deeply tanned body, and to complete the
picture Kim back-combed his hair to a huge volume, and attacked his eyes
with kohl and mascara. She further chaepened his look with dangly
earrings, oodles of lip gloss and way too much blusher. Stuffing his
clothes into her big shoulder bag, they were done. He caught sight of
himself in a mirror as they were leaving the cubicle, "Oh god Kim! What
have you done? I look like a slapper! Please don't make me go out like
this. I can't. I'll die, I'll just die!" Kim laughed, called him a drama
queen and dragged him back to their carriage.
All eyes were on Paul as he tottered back to his seat. Crossing his legs
tightly, he looked up to see the faces of women and men openly staring at
him. Did they know he was a guy? Or did they just think he was a major
tart? He tried to calm himself while the girls sexed up thir own make-up
in their compacts. To anyone looking at them, he would seem like the one
who didn't know when to stop with the fake tan and big hair and make-up.
He kept tugging the hem of his skirt down, hoping no one could see that
his satin knickers matched his tube top perfectly.
Leaving the station and on their way down the main street, his attention
grabbing outfit continued to get looks and raised eyebrows, but a lot less
often as the three of them mingled with more and more pubbers and clubbers
on their way out for the night. Paul was still on high alert though. His
heart was out of control behind his padded pushup bra. His hairless,
tanned, baby oiled legs felt weak at the knees perched gazelle-like on his
delicate heels. His black-rimmed doe eyes blinked nervously as he scanned
for reactions in peoples faces, wafting his long, sooty eyelashes up and
down like miniature crow feather fans.
"How's my skinny little girl friend enjoying herself so far?" asked Kim.
"Bloody hell, Kim, what satisfaction could you possibly be getting from
this craziness? Did you not have enough fun embarrasing me at home or on
the train? I could get beaten to a pulp doing this in town tonight. Come
on, call it off please!"
"Chill out, Polly, don't piss your pants. You're getting attention for
your outfit, not what's under it. Everyone thinks you're a hot piece. Just
enjoy it, and stay in character. Swing those hips girl, that's it! Just do
what I say for a while longer, and I'll cut you loose, m'kay?"
They ducked into a busy pub, for a few warm up shots, which Paul found
calming his nerves a little bit. He was far too on edge to get drunk
though. Kim and Becky were both texting away like mad on their mobiles.
After a while, Becky proudly showed Paul the text on her screen:
From: Mummy
Okay honey, enjoy your sleep over in Charlotte's. Angie is still out for
the count, so I put her to bed. Be nice to little Paul though, he seems a
little lost. Maybe Charlotte could loan him something pretty to sleep
in... : )
Oh no. Not only did this confirm his fears that Samantha suspected he was
really into this, but that meant they had him for the night! He suddenly
felt very small and helpless. His behaviour certainly did not match his
appearance, as he nervously bit on his glossy lower lip while done up like
a hot club veteran, lost in a sea of oblivious twenty somethings. He
unconsciously took another shot glass from one of the sisters, and knocked
it back. It suddenly occured to him that he would never recover from what
had happened tonight. Maybe the booze was bringing out his dramatic side,
but how could this experience not damage his masculinity? His conception
of himself as a man was already shaky due to his diminutive size and the
fact that he didn't fit the archetypal man role in any way. He had crossed
a line tonight, and carried on very far beyond that line. He was deep in
strange territory. His manhood was not in peril, he had relinquished it.
In his drink addled mind, he decided that he would be in costume everytime
he wore men's clothes in the future, he'd be a pretender. At that very
moment, the crowd infront of his unseeing eyes parted to reveal a section
of mirrored wall, and for a moment he didn't recognise himself. He checked
out the pretty Polly from head to toe before realising she was mirroring
his moves. Her hand shot up to her open mouth in shock. Her thighs
squished together in a giddy disgust.
I'm no man
so pretty
so weak
I'm lithe
fake
delicate
failure
glistening
I'm prey
tender
exposed
hidden
revealed
raw
metamorphosis
scared
Sacred
pure pain
profane
Disjointed thoughts and images flashed through his head in an instant,
like a lightspeed download shooting up from the base of his spine into the
back of his eyes. His mind reeled from the intense complexity of the
contrast of opposites that he felt slipping inside him like desperate eels
in a bag.
"You've ruined me. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Count yourself lucky we're being so nice, Polly dearest," smirked Kim.
"Seriously, I'll never recover from this. You've taken my manhood."
"My advice would be to lighten the fuck up, Paul. You think it's degrading
to be a girl, that's what the real problem is. All I'm doing is giving you
an insight that most men will never have. You could learn something if you
weren't such a sniveling little whiner."
"Oh really? Well where to, oh wise one? Where does my education continue,
the bar? Maybe the ladies?"
"No, smartarse. McDonalds."
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McDonald's. Final refuge of the damned, and pitstop for the drunk.
Both parties were represented, but the latter were way ahead in numbers
when the three girls entered, slightly the worse for wear themselves. The
place was bustling, and a dull roar of shouted and slurred conversations
was hanging at ear height. They made their way up to the counter mostly
unnoticed, apart from the odd conspiratorial nudge and nod in their
direction, mostly by guys who were facing the prospect of going home
alone. They made their orders. The shots still sloshed around inside
Polly's head, making it spin a little. Feeling looser than she had
earlier, she still occasionally pulled at the hem of her denim mini,
remembering to keep her legs together. None of them spoke, and the look in
Kim and Becky's eyes told her that thay were feeling the alcohol at least
as much as her. Trays full of food arrived, and they payed and started to
file down through the tables, Polly bringing up the rear. And then,
whoosh, Polly had that lovely weightless falling-while-drunk feeling as
her foot slipped on a splotch of mayonnaise on the tiled floor. Bang! She
hit the floor ass first, letting out an involuntary wail of pain on
impact. Tears instantly squeezed out between her black rimmed eyelids.
Feeling something cold on her legs, she looked down to see her chocolate
malt was sitting neatly up ended on her crotch. Thick, delicious milkshake
was all over the front of her skirt, and was pouring down her exposed
underwear in rivers, as she sat with her legs open to the crowd.
"Ooooooohhh nnnnnnoooooooo!!" she bawled.
As everyone turned to look, the quietened murmer, started to rise into a
cacophany of laughter. No sympathy here. Laughter, pointing, camera phones
by the score, but no sympathy. Eventually, Kim came to the rescue, helping
her up by the arm and dragging her to the toilet. By the time Polly had
calmed down, Kim had cleaned up her eye make-up as best she could, peeled
of her knickers and skirt, and wiped her clean with tissues.
"You're such a bloody embarrassment, Polly."
The restaurant had just returned to normal when they reappeared, Polly
desperately hoping no one would pay them any attention. As if. As the
first wolf whistle rang out, all heads turned to see the milkshake girl
looking like a frightened rabbit. Gone was the mini skirt. Her long,
bright yellow boob tube had been stretched to full length, in an attempt
to cover her now bare bottom half. She clutched desperately at the front
of her new "dress" bending over slightly for maximum coverage, causing the
top to give a great view of her cleavage in her pushup bra, and causing
the back to crawl right up to her red and tender butt cheeks. In this
pose she took tiny steps, navigating the gauntlet of laughter and abuse.
"Come and sit on my lap, love, I wont let you fall."
"Are you going commando, Darling?"
"I bet she is!"
"The arse on that, oh yes!"
"Her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard! Yeah!" High five.
Just as she was leaving she saw in the reflecion of the glass door, some
idiot emerging from the ladies with the soaked knickers held aloft.
"Mind if I keep these, love, memento of the best laugh in ages!"
Out into the night...
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