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CHAPTER 16
To think about how this day has been going so far, I never saw it coming.
I'm trying to think back to before this whole thing started. Back to the
first time I slipped on my first pair of heels. Before that, I was your
normal, everyday, 16 year old boy. My biggest love was watching sport
games, playing video games and reading comic books. My biggest decision
about what to wear each day was if I wanted to wear my Phillies hat or
not. I'm trying to think about how others saw me before today. Nothing
has changed about me. I look the same. My hair hasn't changed. I still
had what I would call my "Kurt Cobain" look. The hair on my body has
always been very little and very blonde. And the hair on my face was
almost the same way. I don't think I could grow a mustache if my life
depended on it. My height is the same. Well, I mean I am still a growing
boy, but I always have been on the small size. In other words, a month
ago I was still 5'5". So how did others see me before? Was I just some 16
year old boy? Just some small guy? Just your normal, everyday, 16 year
old boy? Or have I been mistaken for a girl before, and either just not
noticed it or nothing was said to me. Have others seen me and said to
themselves "She's a bit of a tomboy"?
I look at myself now. Nothing on me yells girl. I'm not wearing a dress.
I'm not wearing makeup. No heels on my feet. No boobs on my chest. My
shirt was just your basic t shirt. Nothing special about it. Just a
simple blue shirt with a band name on it. My sneakers were all white with
red shoelaces. Nothing weird there. My jeans weren't tight or anything. I
mean they we're baggy, but they we're defiantly not tight. Nothing about
me would say, that's not a boy, that's a girl. The only reach into girl
land is that I'm a small guy and that my hair is a mess. If I wasn't
going to wear a hat, I would have put something in it to keep it down.
But that one mistake, forgetting my hat, makes me appear girly? I don't
see it. But it appears the world does. Maybe it has something to do with
the fact that I am defiantly my mother's son. By that I mean, I do look a
lot like her. We share a lot of the same features. And our height is the
same too. Except in her heels she is standing a little bit taller than me
today.
My mom drove down the road. We passed like 4 Starbucks. Which isn't
really uncommon, since there is one on every corner. But as we kept
driving, I figured mom wanted to pass on getting coffee. Then after about
5 minutes, we pulled into the mall parking lot.
"Are we going to the mall?" I asked.
"Yeah. I ordered some shoes last week because they didn't have my size in
the store. They called me yesterday to tell me they came in. I figured I
could go pick them up and we can hit up the Starbucks in inside," Vanessa
said as she parked the car.
Great. Home Depot was bad, CharMe was worst... I got a feeling this isn't
going to get any better.
We walked into the mall through the JC Penny's entrance. We barely got
four feet into the store when I regretted my decision to hang out with my
mom, more than I already had after the last two stores.
"Want to try 'Seductive I'm Yours' by Guess? You will love it," a girl
working the fragrance counter said as she sprayed me directly with the
bottle she was holding.
"Ahhhh... jeez!" I said almost getting shot in the eyes.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry miss, I didn't mean to spray it! I was just trying
to show you," The girl said.
"Charlie, are you alright?" my mom asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said as a wiped my face with my hands. "You almost
shot it in my eye," I said looking at the girl.
"I'm so so sorry. Today is my first day. I seem to have an itchy trigger
finger," the girl said.
"It's ok. But be more careful next time," I said as me and my mom walked
away towards the mall entrance.
Great. Now not only are people mistaking me for a girl, they are going to
think it more now that I smell super feminine.
"Well at least it's a nice fragrance," my Mom said with a giggle.
I just rolled my eyes.
We made our way to Starbucks first. The line was pretty long. But it
always seems to be that way in the mall on a Saturday. As we stood in
line, I started people watching. While doing so, I also noticed people,
mainly guys, watching me. Come on. This is bullshit. One guy as he walked
by even winked at me. This is complete bullshit. Has this happen to me
before and I just never noticed it. This can't be a new thing.
It was our chance to order. After telling the barista what I wanted, she
asked me my name.
"Charlie," I said as I got a weird look from the girl. It wasn't the look
of 'you got a boogie hanging out of your nose'. It was the look of
'that's an unusual name for a girl'. Kind of like when a dog does that
head nod thing when they don't understand.
After my mom paid of our drinks, the barista then turned to me to asked,
"What is that fragrance you're wearing?"
"Um. I don't remember the name of it. I just remember Guess makes it. At
least that is what the woman said as she sprayed me with it," I said as
my mom and I walked away and over to where we pick up our drinks.
We got our cups and started walking towards the shoe store. I started to
drink out of my cup when I looked at my name on it. It said Charlie, but
it was written out as Charleigh. Like a feminine version of my name. I am
definitely in the twilight zone.
"Over there," my Mom said as she pointed over to the shoe store.
Wouldn't you know, it was Calvinson's Ltd. The same shoe store I was in
last time I was here. We walked in the store and I stuck by my mom. I
didn't want to be standing alone in the shoe store. I could only imagine
some sales girl trying to get me in a pair of heels.
"Hi, I have a pair of heels I ordered on hold here for me. They are under
Vanessa Scott," my mom told the sales clerk.
"Yes, ma'am. Let me get them for you," the sales clerk said as she went
to the back of the store.
After a minute she came back out and handed the shoes to my mom.
"You might want to try them on before you leave, just to make sure they
work for you," the Sales girl said.
I watched as my mom sat down and opened the box. They looked like the
same heels I tried on when I was here. 5" heel, black, slingback
stilettos. Jeez. My mom and I not only share some features, but it seems
we share the same taste in heels too. She reached down and removed her
wedges and replaced them with the new heels. She stood up and walked
around. I watched as my mom really started to tower over me. The Wedges
were only about 2-3 inches, but these new shoes were a very sexy 5" heel.
"What do you think?" my mom asked... me.
"Um, they look great mom," I said. For some odd reason I felt like my mom
asked me like she was asking one of her girlfriends, not her son. Maybe
that was just me thinking that.
My mom paid and we left the store. As we walked out of the shoe store, my
mom asked if I wouldn't mind if she went into a girly store, as if the
shoe store wasn't girly enough. "Why not?" I said as if things couldn't
get worse.
The store was Bebe. As we walked in the sales girl greeted us. "Hello, do
you need any help finding anything?" she asked.
"No thanks, I know what I'm looking for," my mom answered back as she
walked over to the side of the store where there were all these black
dresses.
"I was looking at a dress in here before that I passed on. But now that I
have these shoes, I got to look at this dress again with these shoes.
It's still out of my price range, but I can always charge it," my mom
said to me with a laugh as she pulled a dress off the rack.
The dress was all black with a sheer lace paneling at the midriff.
"Honey, I'm going to go try this on with the shoes real quick," Mom said
as she handed me her coffee as she walked back to the dressing room.
I was trying not to look like I was misplaced in the store, but at the
same time trying to look like I belonged. I was taking a sip from my
still pretty hot frappuccino, when a woman that worked at the store, not
watching what she was doing, turned and hit a mannequin over and off of
the stand it was on. The mannequin fell and slammed into me. In doing so,
knocking both of the drinks in my hands all over the front of me.
"Owwww... shit!" I cried out. Besides being soaked and now smelling like
coffee, I was in a little pain. Both drinks were still kind of hot and
both lips fell off.
Two other women working in the store rushed over to help me just as my
mom was walking out from the dressing room to ask my opinion on the
dress.
"What happen?" my mom asked in a panic.
"It's ok mom. This woman bumped into me and knocked our drinks out of my
hands and onto me," I said pulling the shirt from my skin. "It was still
kind of hot, that's why I yelled."
"Let me go change and we will get out of here," my mom said as she ran
back to the dressing room.
The girl that bumped into me came over to me. "I'm so sorry. I'm super
clumsy," She said.
"It's ok. I'm soaked, but ok," I said.
"Yes you are. Let me help you," the sales girl said as she took my hand a
dragged me back to the dressing room.
"Wait, wait.... I can't..." I said knowing a boy should not be back in a
woman's dressing room.
"Shhhh, it's ok," the sales girl said as she pushed me into a dressing
room. "Take off your clothes and I'll give you something else to wear,"
She added.
"No really, I'm ok," I said.
Did she say something to wear? Oh god, please no. Things just keep going
from bad to worst. My mom came out of her stall and walked to the front
of the store not knowing I was in the other stall.
"Here you go sweetie, your mom told me what size you wear," the sales
girl said as she threw some clothes over the top of the dressing room
stall.
I held the clothes up. The top was a black v-neck with the Bebe logo in
rhinestones on the front.
The jeans were blue jeans. I didn't know what to do. Do I put these
clothes on? Do I just stay in these soaked clothes? Wait, did she say my
mom told her my sizes? What?
"Charlie, are you ok in there?" My mom asked as she knocked on my stall.
"Yeah mom. Um....mom, they gave me some clothes to wear but, um....they're
from this store. I can't wear these," I said.
"How do they look?" Mom asked.
"What?" I asked back.
"Did you put them on? How do you look?" Vanessa said with a bit of glee
in her voice.
"I didn't put them on. I didn't know what to do," I said
"Honey, put them on. Your clothes are soaked in coffee. You literally
spilled every drop of both drinks on yourself."
"Ok mom, are you sure?" I asked. "Isn't this kind of strange?" I didn't
want to be there. I didn't want to put on the clothes and I didn't want
my mom to see. But she seems fine with it.
"Yeah I'm sure, go for it. Put them on," Mom replied.
I slipped on the top. It was very tight to my skin. Then the jeans. As I
slipped my legs into the pants, I found that they were skinny jeans. I
had to tucked myself into my underwear. I had to just to zip them up. I
turned and looked in the mirror. There was no way in hell anyone would
think I was a boy now. I opened the stall door to let my mom see.
"Oh my god!" Vanessa said as she looked at her son looking like her
daughter for the first time. "You look amazing. It's unbelievable. They
fit you so well," she added.
"Mom, I look like a girl," I said.
"Yes, yes you do. Come here," My mom said as she pulled me back into the
stall. "First off...how are you? Are you ok?"
"Well I feel weird like I...," I started to say more before my mom
interrupted me.
"No, Charlie, I mean are you ok? Did the coffee burn you? Do we need to
rush you to a hospital?" My mom asked me.
"Yeah. I'm fine. It was hot when it spilled on me but it didn't hurt. It
was like getting in a hot shower of coffee instead of water. Just caught
me by surprise," I said.
"Ok, Good. Well, here's the thing. They are scared shitless up front that
we are going to sue the store. They told me I can have the dress I was
trying on and they also wanted to give you these new clothes. They said
they feel bad for my daughter," Vanessa said with a giggle.
I didn't want to tell them you were my son because they seem to want to
pay off our silence. They asked me what size you wore and I told them the
size I wear since we seem to be the same height and weight. If you were
hurt I would be going ape shit on them right now, but since you are ok, I
say we take them for whatever they will give us," Mom said adding, "I
don't want you to think badly of me, but I love the stuff in this store
and you just gave me a way to get some free swag from them," My mom said
with a little chuckle. "What do you think? Are you ok with playing
pretend for a little bit?"
"Mom, if you're alright with it, I'm alright with it. I'll do anything
for you," I said and really meant it. Since my father died, I been doing
whatever I could to help out my mom, in any way I could. Never really
knowing that someday I would be helping her out by pretending to be her
daughter.
My mom gave me a smile and a hug. "I love you!" my mom said.
"The things we do for the ones we love" I thought to myself.
My mom and I walked to the front of the store. You could hear my shoes
making loud squishing noises with each step I took. Seems the coffee got
all over them and in them too. They were defiantly ruined. Once white,
now stained brown with coffee. As we got to the front counter one of the
women walked over to us.
"Hi. I'm Kimberly. I'm the manager of the store. We are so sorry for
everything that happened to your daughter. We want to make it up to you
both. Like I already told you, the clothes your daughter is wearing is on
us. The dress you were trying on is on us too. You can have any other
dress in the store you would like and here is a gift card for $100 too.
We hope this enough to show you how sorry we are for what happen,"
Kimberly said.
"Well..." my Mom said. I could see the wheels in her head turning. You go
mom! She was going to try to get whatever she could out of them. "If you
notice, my daughter's shoes are destroyed too. I don't want her squeaking
through the mall like she did walking back up here. It would be an
embarrassment for her to have to do that. Can we get a new pair of shoes
for her to wear?" my mom added.
"Yes, of course. We destroyed her whole outfit; we should give her a
whole new one. And I know the perfect pair!" Kimberly said adding "What
size shoe do you wear dear?" saying as she turned to me.
"She's a size 7," my mom said, giving them her size.
"I'll be right back," Kimberly said as she walked to the back of the
store.
"Mom, my shoes are bad, but the shoes here are super girly. I don't think
I should..." I started saying when Kimberly came back before I could finish
my thought and interrupted me with "Have a seat sweetie, let's see if
these fit you."
As I started to untie my chucks, Kimberly opened the box. I should have
known. On their walls I could see they had boots, uggs, flat sandals and
of course heels. And you know what I was handed. They were black rounded
toe pumps with glossy leather and a metal sole. The heel was 5". The
second she opened the box three thoughts came to mind. One was that I was
about to put on a pair of heels. The second was that not only was my mom
fine with this, but I could see she was eyeballing the heels and not
really paying mind to the fact that her son was about to put them on. For
all she knew, this was the first time I ever worn heels before. And
three, I still had red toenails. How do I hide that? My mom is standing
right here. How do I get my shoes off and the heels on with my mom not
noticing? I don't think that is possible. Mom won't make a scene if she
sees my toes. What would she do? What could she say? "Why are your toes
painted red... um... young lady?" Um, yeah no. She would defiantly not be
saying that. No mother would make a scene because her 16 year old
daughter had her toe nails painted. So I'm just going to bite the bullet
and hope for the best.
I removed my chucks. I still had socks on. Here is the moment of truth.
As I started to remove the socks
My mom turned and walked away. Where was she going? I hurried as fast as
I could to get the heels on my feet. Most, well really, pretty much all
guys would be more worried about the fact that not only are they putting
on heels, but there are going to be walking around in them, in public to
boot. But here I was, more worried about the fact that Mom would see my
toenails. But I lucked out.
"Stand up dear, see how they fit," Kimberly said to me as my mom walked
back over to us.
I stood up and decided that maybe I should do a little acting. I didn't
want Mom to see how I can get on in heels surprisingly easy. So as I
stood up, I tried to walk. I acted like I was stumbling a little bit.
"Are you alright, dear?" Kimberly asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. This is my first time in 5" heels," I said lying my ass
off unknowing to everyone else.
"Perfect," my Mom said. "Can you give me a bag to put her stained clothes
and sneakers in?" Mom asked the woman.
"Yes, ma'am," Kimberly said as she walked to get a bag.
As Kimberly walked away, my mom leaned down and said, "I got an idea."
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