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Kiss Me I'm Irish Belladonna Vin reconciled the numbers on the ledger in front of him before he closed the book. The day in and day out grind of managing the Pub was taking its toll on him as he rubbed his forehead. The beaten down look on Vin's face was not lost on any of his employees that crossed his path, least all of his girlfriend Monica. She had dated him since before he bought the bar from her father and began to update its image to meet the ever changing neighborhood around it. Monica ran her fingers through her long blonde hair before she knocked upon the door to his back office. "What's up, Monica?" Vin replied with a half smile. "I was just checking in on you. You don't even come out into the front anymore." "That's what I hired Gillian for." "I thought that was to give this place an Irish feel." "Well, I don't know about that. Considering that I don't have any Irish blood in me..." "Don't worry about that. It's like I told Daddy, you've got plenty of Irish spit in you." "He didn't seem too happy about that one." "He also wasn't too happy about selling his bar to a Mr. Angiolini either." "Tell me about it," Vin replied with a laugh. "He'd be happier though if I had a ring." "He'd be happier? I think he's the only one who wouldn't be. I'd sure be happier if I could afford to get you one," Vin retorted. "It doesn't have to be big." "Just big enough to lord it over your girlfriends," Vin replied with a grin. Monica smiled as she nodded her head in response. "Talking about lording it over me?" Jean interjected as she walked through the door that separated the pub from the kitchen, storage and back office area. "There's nothing to discuss," Vin replied. "You still haven't put a ring on it? That's probably better for her tips anyway," Jean retorted. "It doesn't hurt," Monica added. Vin shook his head and said, "If I could afford it, she'd have one." "Why don't you start working out front then? You did some bartending back in the day," Jean replied. "My business model calls for female bartenders. That's why this place started making a profit. Besides, the low life has lost its appeal, Jean." "It's obviously not enough though. Maybe you should try to find some charm in the shit and grin and bear the drunks; they're your best customers..." "I make enough. It pays for the business, it pays my rent, and I get by." "Well, if your business model calls for girls only, you could work as a waitress or a female bartender," Jean retorted with a laugh. "That would send people screaming for the door," Vin responded as he shook his head with a smile. "I wouldn't be so sure," Monica interjected, turning serious. Vin gave her a curious look before Monica continued, "You do you have that pretty boy look with those high cheek bones." "Say what?" Vin replied before laughing. "I can see it," Jean added. Vin shook his head before Monica continued, "I think you could definitely pull it off." "Without a doubt," Jean added while nodding. "Are you two smoking crack?" Vin inquired, still shaking his head. Jean shrugged as she said, "I think Monica's got it right. You do have petite features." "Petite? There's nothing petite..." "Your nose is kind of small, so are your hands and feet..." "I have other features!" "Your body is really on the thin side too." "I'm a scrawny, little bastard. I will admit that," Vin responded before adding, "That doesn't mean I can pass myself off as a girl!" "I think you'd be surprised," Jean rejoined as she let down her red hair, pulled it back and tied it up again. Monica nodded as she added, "I don't think it would take that much either." "Are we on camera right now? Is this some sort of practical joke?" Vin asked. Monica and Jean looked at each other and laughed before Jean said, "You know I've been studying to be cosmetologist." "No matter what you've learned, you can't dress up a sack of shit as a Picasso." "Did you just call yourself a sack of shit?" Jean inquired. "No," Vin replied, backtracking. "I think I could do wonders with your face. Then, from there it's just a little padding here and there and a wig..." "See, right there! That's it. The wig will give it away," Vin noted, cutting Jean off. Monica laughed as she shook her head and said, "No, way. Plenty of girls wear wigs on Saint Paddy's Day. That's the day we should bring him out here. He can make a nice buck that day." "What, those green wigs?" Vin replied with a smile. "You got it, no one would think twice about a girl wearing a green wig on Saint Paddy's day." "Be that as it may, I think I'll still take a rain check." "We could make it worth your while," Jean interjected as her eyes darted towards Monica and then towards Vin several times. Vin gave her a dumbfounded look prompting Jean and Monica to laugh. Monica shook her head and said, "That is so not happening." "Oh," Vin managed to reply, somewhat disappointed that what Jean was alluding to was never in the cards. Monica then added, "I've already been clear with Vin that we're only doing it if another man is involved." "Pass," Vin replied. "Yes, that's what I thought, Mr. Double Standard," Monica responded with a grin. "Ah, ah, it's Miss Double Standard," Jean playfully corrected her friend while Vin squirmed. Vin rolled his eyes before Jean inquired, "So what do you think, Vin? Do you have the balls to put them away?" Vin laughed while he replied, "Not a chance." "Why not?" Monica replied. "I might be able to hide it from the customers, but any of the girls out there will figure it out right away." "It'll build morale," Jean retorted with a grin. "What? To give you the girls just something else to make fun of me for?" "We don't need anything else. You've given use plenty to work with already, babe," Monica replied with a laugh. Vin glared at her for a second before he added, "Think about this logically, girls. Even if I could pull it off, would any of the girls ever listen to me again if they saw me dressed up like one of them?" "We listen to you, now?" Jean retorted with a serious expression. Vin gave her a dumbfounded look before Monica explained for her friend, "What she means, Vin, is that you've got Gillian Flynn out on the floor managing us. You're rarely ever on the other side of the door telling people what to do." "I guess," Vin replied. "So, you see her point?" Monica inquired. Vin shrugged and sighed before he said, "Yes." "So, we're on," Monica pressed. "Not a chance," Vin answered. "Well, how about the parade? We're not on the morning shift..." "No can do, girls. I've got be here when this place opens. You know we get the morning crowd for the pre-parade drinkers. Those drunks start coming in at five in the morning for their eggs and Bloody Marys." "Again, you're behind the scenes. Gillian is running the show, and most of the girls know what they're doing without her anyway." "I like to be here, just in case." "You're making too much of it. We'll get you back by the end of the Parade. You'll be here for the afternoon crowd, and you'll be here for the after work crowd." "I'm still not doing it." "What if we sweeten the offer for you?" Monica asked. "I think you already told me that it's not going to happen." "Three ways aren't the only incentive in the world," Monica chided. "What do you got then?" Jean smiled as she said, "I'll give you two free extra shifts next month. You'll save yourself a little money, hell, I'll even give you my tips for those two nights." Vin shrugged as he said, "That's nice, but that's definitely not even close to enough to make it worth my while." "What if I give you total control of our relationship for a week?" Monica inquired. "Huh?" "What if I let you call the shots? Whatever you want to eat, we eat. Whenever you want to fuck we fuck, how you want, when you, where you want." Vin stared at his girlfriend with a slack jaw. Monica smirked as she bent down and placed her face a few inches from Vin's and said, "Bend me, shape me, anyway you want me, for a week!" Vin stammered for a second before he asked, "I'd just have to go to parade?" "If that's where you want to stop it," Monica responded as she held out her hand. Vin shook it as Jean laughed and said, "This is going to be fun." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Vin awoke the morning of Saint Patrick's Day beside Monica. His hands stroked her sides prompting a smile to come across her face as the sound of the rain tapping on the bedroom window filled their ears. Monica opened her eyes and stared at Vin. The slight smile on her face turned into a full grin as she asked, "How's the newest lass?" "Still got a dick, last I checked," Vin replied before picking up the covers and adding, "Yup, it's still holding on tight." "We can hide that," Monica replied as she began to pull the covers off her. She got up and headed to the bathroom before Vin swung his legs off the bed. Vin stood up and pulled open the shades. He stared out at the rain covered street and saw a flag whipping in the wind. "What's it look like out there?" Monica asked as she emerged from the bathroom. "It looks cold, windy and wet." "A typical Irish day, how appropriate," Monica responded with a smile. Vin rolled his eyes before he went into the bathroom. After he finished up, Vin joined Monica in the kitchen. She made them a breakfast of eggs and toast. After eating, Vin took a quick shower. It was not long after Vin finished showering that they heard a knock on their apartment door. "She's here already?" Vin asked his girlfriend. "Getting a girl ready for her big day takes patience and time, especially when she's not really a girl to start off with," Monica answered. Vin gave his girlfriend a worried glance as she made her way to the door. She did not respond to the look before she opened the door and let Jean into the apartment. Jean seemed effervescent to Vin as she entered the room. Her pale cheeks were reddened by the windy streets and almost matched her hair color. Jean looked down at Vin and gave him a chipper hello that conveyed her eagerness to get started with her work on Vin. 'Does she think I'll be her masterwork?' Vin wondered before Monica and Jean got him to his feet. They walked into the bedroom and told Vin to remove his shirt. Vin pulled off his white t-shirt and took a seat on the bed while Jean and Monica inspected his body. "Not a lot of hair," Jean noted. "That's what I like," Monica replied as she looked at the chest that Vin shaved smooth for her and the trace amount of light colored hair on his arms. "To each their own," Jean said with a shrug. Vin looked at them expectantly as he inquired, "So what's next?" "I didn't think you'd be so eager," Jean replied. "His hesitance is always an act," Monica responded. "He plays hard to get?" Jean inquired. "Always," Vin interjected. Jean smiled and shook her head before she asked Monica, "You have the bag, right?" Monica nodded before she went into her closet and pulled out a shopping bag. "I hope that wasn't expensive," Vin replied, slightly worried. "No. We had a strict budget and some of the stuff even fits me," Monica replied. Vin nodded, knowing that he was similar in height and overall build to his girlfriend. As Vin tapped his fingers on his bed, Monica pulled a bra out of the bag. Jean smiled as she reached into her purse and took out a roll of duct tape. "What the hell is that for?" Vin asked, slightly alarmed. "It's for your breasts," Jean responded. "I don't have any breasts!" "You have some. We're just going to perk them up," Monica replied. Vin gave his girlfriend a concerned look before she descended upon him with Monica. The two pressed Vin's pectoral muscles together and duct tapped them to one another to give the illusion of cleavage. Vin was stunned by the sight he saw as he buried his chin into his smooth chest. The girls moved around him as they put his arms through the bra straps. After hooking it behind his back, they stuffed the A-cup bra to fill it out and took a step away from him. Monica nodded as she looked at Vin and said, "You know you're lucky that you're thin enough to pull off an A-cup." "I'll keep that in mind," Vin replied as he fidgeted with his bra straps. "She's not kidding. I think this makes you look even more believable." "How?" Vin inquired. "I figure that any guy who puts on a dress would try to look stacked. No one is going to look at a girl with two mosquito bumps on her chest and think, well, that's a guy." "Guys have flatter chests, you do know that right?" Vin retorted. "You've never been around drag queens have you," Jean asked. "Can't say that it's been high on my list of things to do," Vin answered. "You know what, we've got to get a move on, if we want to get a decent look at the parade," Monica interjected. Jean checked her wristwatch and said, "Shit! You're right." Monica reached into the shopping bag and pulled a waist cincher and walked towards Vin. Vin watched as she wrapped it around his waist and began to fasten it closed. The pulling sensation on his waist made Vin cringe before he said, "What's the point of this torture device?" "It's to help give you that hourglass figure that boys like." "Do I really care what boys like?" "For one day, you do," Monica responded as she continued to pull it closed. "What's next?" Monica asked as she finished. "We've to take care of the little guy." "It's not that little," Vin retorted in response to Jean's comment. Vin's defensiveness made Jean snort before she asked Monica, "So, is he hung like an elf or a gnat or something? He can't even blame the Curse of the Irish." "It's not that small," Monica replied in his defense. "Thanks, Monica. I really have to guess, though, that I'm dealing with some sort of Irish curse dealing with you two," Vin retorted to his girlfriend while Jean laughed. "I'll give you two some privacy," Jean said as she collected herself and stepped out of the room. "Was that necessary?" Vin asked his girlfriend. "Don't take it so personally," Monica replied. "I can't help but take my most personal possession personally." "You're putting too much emphasis on it." "From whose perspective?" "Mine. You're big enough." "Big enough or big? These are two very different things." Monica rolled her eyes and laughed, "Men are so predictable." Vin glowered at Monica before she reached for his pants and pulled them to the floor together with his boxers. "Jesus," Vin replied as the cold air hit his privates. Vin reflexively covered himself up, prompting Monica to laugh as she said, "Is there something there I haven't seen before?" "It's just so cold in here." "Don't want me to see your shrinky shrinkage?" Monica inquired with a smirk in a sing song tone. "No. Just keeping it all warm," Vin lied. Monica shook her head with a smile as she reached into her bag and pulled out a garment. Vin stared at it with his mouth agape for a second before he said, "I never agreed to wear a thong." "Well, good news then, it's not a thong. It's a gaff." "What the hell is that?" "It's like a thong, but it's made for men and is much stronger and tighter." "Great! That sounds just great," Vin replied, unable to conceal his sarcasm. Monica smiled at Vin's tone as she bent down before Vin and told him to lift his legs. Vin did so and looked nervously at his girlfriend as she brought the garment up his legs. Monica swatted away his hands from his privates. The smile on Monica's face did little to boost Vin's confidence as she forced his testicles into his body cavity. The grin on her face grew wider as she clutched Vin's enlarging manhood and shouted, "Oh, it's so big." Vin blushed as Monica yanked his manhood between his legs before he asked, "What was that for?" "I thought you wanted her to think it's big." "Think it's big or know it?" Vin retorted. "Do you want me to call her in here? That's the only way she'll really know," Monica whispered. Vin blushed deeply as he shook his head before Monica pulled up his gaff. The compression feeling that accompanied the gaff on his member as it was pulled over it felt extremely uncomfortable to Vin. Deciding that it was best to keep his complaints about such things to himself, Vin squirmed in silence while Monica walked back over to the shopping bag and took hold of a pair of green leggings. Monica held up the leggings as she told Vin to take a seat on the bed again. Monica rolled down the leggings and made Vin place his feet through each leg hole. Monica unrolled them up his legs and brought them up to his waist. Vin stood up as Monica finished pulling up his leggings. She snapped the waist band with a smile before she slapped his rear and said, "That's for having such a sweet ass, babe." Vin blushed before Monica opened the door to the bedroom and called Jean back into the room. Jean giggled as she walked back in and saw Vin standing before her in a bra, leggings and a waist cincher. Jean's giggling made Vin blush even further before Monica took out at white tank top with a plunging neckline that was decorated with a red lipstick outline of a pair of lips with the words 'Kiss me I'm Irish' written across a shamrock. "You have got to be kidding me!" Vin exclaimed. "It's nothing that you haven't seen me wear before," Monica countered. "That's different." "Why, because I'm a girl? Today that's a distinction without a difference for us, babe." Monica's comment made Vin's heart race while she approached him with the top. She placed it on over his head and pulled it down over his sides. The tapered waist of the shirt clung to his cinched in waist, prompting the girls to give it an approving nod. As Jean looked him over, Monica took hold of a green, wool pencil skirt with a crossover front. Vin rolled his eyes at the skirt prompting Jean to say, "If you don't want to wear the skirt, you can just go out and wear the leggings as your bottoms. A lot of girls do that." "Like us for example," Monica replied as she pointed at herself and Jean. Vin shook his head and took the skirt from Monica, wanting whatever little modesty it would provide him. He stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist before he buckled the black leather belt that was sewn in at the waist. The girls shook their heads at each other before Monica looked to Jean and said, "I told you he was really eager at heart to do this." Monica's comment prompted Vin to start taking off the skirt. Only the girls' chiding and the incentives they held over his head, prompted Vin to reconsider. Vin decided to stick with it, especially since he was not entirely certain that one, or both, of the girls had not managed to get a picture of him in his partially en femme state already. The girls then started talking amongst themselves before Monica pulled out a pair of booties for Vin. Vin cringed at the large buckle on the black booties and said, "Are you trying to make me look like a leprechaun?" "Yes, Vin Angiolini, the Italian leprechaun." "We can't call him that." "What should we call him then?" "Yo, in the room," Vin reminded the girls. The girls laughed at Vin before Jean said, "I was thinking Keelie." "You think he's a Keelie?" "Still in the room," Vin interjected. "Well, what were you thinking?" Jean asked. "I was think Erin," Monica answered. "Erin go braless," Jean replied with a laugh. "Erin is a perfectly fine name for an Irish girl." "So is Maeve, but Keelie's got this good feel to it." "Why don't I get a say in this?" Vin interjected. The girls glanced at him for a second before Monica went back to talking with Jean, "It's just that I had this girl in my homeroom named Keelie, and I hated the bitch." "Oh, I get it." Vin rolled his eyes at the girls as he clasped the sides of his head as he listened to the girls trying to come up with a name for him. "How about, Gina?" Vin blurted out. The girls looked at him blankly before they shook their heads and went back to discussing names. "I've got it," Monica announced, "She'll be Bree O'Meara." "What the hell kind of name is that for me?" Vin interjected. Jean smiled as she answered, "A proper one." "Fine," Vin said as he threw his hands up in the air, seeing no reason to fight the girls on a name he would be saddled with only for a day. With the girls settled on his name, Vin stepped into his booties. The girls smiled at his feet before Vin said, "I still feel like a God damn leprechaun." Monica laughed as she walked way from them and told Jean, "You've got the makeup, right?" Jean nodded prompting Monica to ask, "Do you mind if I jump in the shower?" "I don't need your help," Jean responded with a grin before Monica left the room with a change of clothes in hand. As Monica started to shower, Jean began to start working on Vin's makeup. Jean made few comments as she examined his face and methodically applied his makeup. Vin could not believe how much time she was taking with each separate cosmetic. He began to wonder if this was why his girlfriend always seemed to run late when they needed to get somewhere. Shortly after Jean finished putting on Vin's makeup, Monica strolled back into the room dressed in an outfit that largely mimicked Vin's. "Are we supposed to match?" Vin asked. "Good couples always coordinate," Monica countered while she walked towards the bag and took hold of some junk, costume jewelry. "And we're going to match even more," Monica added as she placed a green beaded necklace around Vin's neck with a shamrock pendant before she put one on herself and Jean. "Plastic, fancy," Vin said as he moved the pendant around between his fingertips. "Now, just for the finishing touch," Monica said. "What?" "Your hair," Monica replied, giving Vin a confused look. Vin shrugged as he thought, 'Almost forgot about that one.' Monica went into her closet and pulled out the green colored wig. "Well, this should look just right on you today," Monica said. "For everything there is a season," Vin replied. Monica and Jean nodded as they placed the wig upon his head. Monica held it in place with bobby pins before Jean asked, "Did you get the headband for her?" "Could you stop calling me her?" Vin inquired. "We have to practice," Jean chided in response. Vin rolled his eyes while Monica replied to Jean, "I got it." Vin's eyes widened as Monica took out the last item from the shopping bag. Vin shook his head as he looked at the green head band that was topped with a small green cocked hat with a gold sash around it. "Okay, you can't deny, now, that you're trying to make me look like a sissy leprechaun!" The girls laughed before Monica said, "If you saw yourself right now, you'd be lusting after yourself, not calling yourself a sissy." "I somehow doubt that," Vin retorted before Monica put the headband on his head to further hold the wig in place. The girls nodded to themselves before Monica asked, "Are you ready to head on out?" "Can I see myself first?" Vin asked, feeling alarmed by the idea of leaving the apartment en femme. "Can't hurt," Jean replied. Vin got to his feet before Monica held out her hand. Vin clutched it as she led him into the bathroom. The image that greeted him in the mirror made Vin do a double take. "I'm good. Go ahead and say it. I'm good," Jean said with a smile as she observed Vin's reaction. Vin stared at his cinched, taped and tucked body and could not believe what a feminine figure he could strike. The small features and light Northern Italian skin tone seemed to have made concealing his gender with makeup easy for Jean. "Can you believe it?" Monica asked. Vin shook his head in response. While a part of him was relieved by the idea of being passable as a woman when he exited the apartment, Vin had been hoping that the girls would have seen their folly and given up on the whole thing before they made him go through with it. "I hope this stuff is waterproof," Vin remarked. "Don't worry; it stopped raining. The weathergirl says it's only going to be misting the rest of the day," Monica answered. "I can't go out like this in the mist," Vin replied, hoping that he would get out of what he agreed to. Monica shook her head before she said, "I know, that's why you're borrowing one my jackets, just like you're borrowing one of my purses." "Purse?" Vin responded, dumbfounded. "How did you think you were going to carry around your wallet, there's no pockets in those leggings?" Jean inquired with a laugh. Vin gave her a vacant stare before Jean looked at her watch and said, "We really have to run." 'Super', Vin thought as he followed them out the bathroom door. Monica held out a white coat for him to put on. Vin put his arms through it and began to zip it up, before Monica stopped him and said, "We didn't give you that cleavage just to cover it up." "What, you want me to leave the coat unzipped the whole time?" "Not totally unzipped, just zipped up to the bust," Monica replied. Vin cursed himself for a moment before he followed her direction and took hold of the black pocketbook she had filled for him. Vin then followed the girls out the door. Vin looked around the hallway, hoping that no one would see them before they made their way down the two flights of stairs that led to the main lobby of the building. Vin was relieved to exit the building without being seen by any of his neighbors in the building. That relief, however, was fleeting, as Vin noticed the sea of people outside his building. Vin gave darting glances at those that passed him by on the street, wondering if they were seeing through his feminine guise. The disinterested looks on most faces told him, however, that he was indeed passing. The longer Vin walked beside Jean and Monica, the more confident he grew about his appearance. He smiled as a group of similarly dressed people exchanged boisterous greetings with them. Vin kept his mouth shut and let Jean and Monica respond for him, as he played shy due to his fear of outing himself with his voice. They reached a local bus stop and waited for the bus to come. Monica and Jean made small talk while they waited. Vin participated only through non-verbal cues and expressions. Some of his more demonstrative pantomiming, however, elicited smiles and laughs for the girls. Once the bus came to a stop in front of them, they pushed their way onto it. Vin looked at the standing room only crowd on the bus and counted his blessing that the shoes Monica and Jean had placed on him did not have a large heel. The bus started and Vin heard the already drunken statements from some people on the bus. "These guys really hit it early?" Monica said. "Trained professionals," Vin replied in a whisper. "Professional drunks. I think at least two of my ex-boyfriends qualify for that since it was all they could do well," Jean then added. The bus ride took over fifteen minutes before they exited beside a group of fellow revelers. They were soon caught up among the group as they made their way to the parade. They broke away from the crowd and found a sparsely filled spot along the barricades and stood a row deep among the parade goers. The cold mist chilled Vin before he looked at the girls and asked in a chattering whisper, "You really enjoy this?" "It's being part of the celebration," Monica replied as she hugged Vin. Vin felt momentarily warmer until their embrace ceased. Over an hour passed before the parade began to make its way past them. By that time, the sidewalk had filled up even more, which seemed to make the area a little warmer as they were slowly nudged towards the road barricades. The first groups to pass them were the Hibernians and the local police department bagpipe band. Vin shook his head as they passed by him and whispered to his girlfriend, "Does anybody here know bagpipes and kilts are Scottish?" "No one cares," Monica chided. "Plastic Paddys," Vin mumbled to himself remembering an insult an Irish friend had once thrown at the parade goers before shivering for a second. As the parade moved on, a group of step dancers began dancing in front of them. Vin watched as the girls performed their routines. Jean and Monica smiled at each other before Monica said to Vin, "You know. If you really want to, there's an adult group that participates too." "So?" Vin asked. "I was invited to join, and so was Jean. If you want to join too?" Vin shook his head furiously before Jean said, "We could give you lessons. It's all about getting the rhythms down in your ghillies and your jig shoes." Monica laughed before she said, "And we wear these super cute uniforms. It's all black tights or white poodle socks and those colorful solo dresses, and let's not forget the oh, so curly wigs." "You'd love it, Bree," Jean added. Vin blushed and shook his head at the thought of potentially being on television en femme. Vin's mind then drifted to the fact that he might get caught in the pictures taken of the parade route. Vin consoled himself with thoughts that concluded that any video of the parade goers would quickly move through the stands. As they kept watching the parade, Vin's phone rang. Vin fumbled through his purse until he found the phone and answered, "Hello?" "Vin, this is Gillian." "Oh, God, what's going on?" Vin asked, figuring that something must be wrong at the bar. "Nothing on my end. Say, we were just watching the parade." "Oh?" Vin replied, hoping not to give anything away. "I saw Jean and your ever so lovely Miss Monica Mullins there with someone special." "Who is that?" Monica asked beside him as Vin began to break into a cold sweat. "Really?" Vin replied to Gillian. "Would you care to explain yourself, Vin?" Gillian asked. "It's not what it looks like!" "You sure look like you're cutting the image of an Irish lass to me," Gillian responded with a laugh. "Please keep it down," Vin pleaded. "Oh, come on. All the girls saw it. One girl shouted the minute she saw Monica's face, no one didn't make the connection," Gillian advised. Vin's heart raced as he wondered what each girl must think of him. He struggled to keep his composure before Gillian added, "The girls would love to meet you." "I don't know about that," Vin replied. "Come on, I could use an extra waitress after the parade anyway." Vin blushed prompting Monica to take hold of the phone. She gave Vin a concerned look as Gillian explained the situation to her. They spoke for a few seconds before Monica hung up the phone and whispered the news to Jean. Jean and Monica gave Vin a weary look before Monica whispered to Vin that they were going to have confront the situation at the bar after the parade. Vin gave her a stunned look before asking, "Can we go get changed first." Monica shook her head and said, "Our costumes are at the bar to change into." "Costumes?" "You know, the waitress costumes." "I was talking about for me, not for you," Vin replied. "It's for the best just to get this over with as soon as possible," Monica responded. Monica's calm demeanor did little to ease Vin's panic while the parade continued on around theme. Vin squirmed uncomfortably, feeling sick to his stomach, dreading the end of the parade that would be punctuated with a walk of feminized shame to his bar. As the moment came, Vin felt powerless as Jean and Monica walked through the crowd with him towards the side streets. They walked down the streets that lead to the bar as a feeling of dread overcame Vin. When the bar finally came into view, Vin took a deep breath and looked to his girlfriend as he asked, "Do we really have to do this?" "They all know. It's better if you control the narrative, babe." "What control do I have?" Vin countered as he looked down at his faux bust. "Try to keep your chin up," Jean interjected. "Easier said than done," Vin retorted. Jean shrugged, seeing no reason to disagree with him while she opened the door. Vin muttered a thank you while he walked inside his bar behind Monica. Vin stared around the bar and saw his waitresses and bartenders working while he did his best to hide amongst the crowd while he made his way through it. Vin entered the kitchen and saw the cook turn towards him. "Looking good, Mr. Angiolini," the cook said with a laugh. "Feeling good, Louis," Vin lied while Jean and Monica entered the kitchen behind him. Their movement into the kitchen caught Gillian's attention. In a matter of seconds, she entered the kitchen as well with a waitress in tow. "Howdy, girls?" Gillian asked as she looked Vin over. "Are we going western?" Jean asked Gillian with a smile. Gillian grinned as she replied, "If I could get you girls out there line dancing, we'll talk about it." Vin got up the nerve to speak, "We already have a country-western night." "Oh, you speak," Gillian replied with a laugh as Vin squirmed. "So what's her name?" Bernadette, the waitress beside Gillian asked. "We've been calling her, Bree," Monica replied. "Bree O'Meara," Jean added with a smirk. "Oh, a real Irish bitch," Gillian responded. "She certainly looks it in that getup," Bernadette replied. "Okay, girls, you've had your fun," Vin said before Gillian retorted, "Oh, know, we haven't. Not yet at least." "We should get him out there. The girls could use a hand," Bernadette replied. "That would be a brilliant," Gillian said. Vin began to grow nervous as Jean nodded in agreement, while Monica hemmed and hawed before giving her own statement of concurrence with the other girls. "You can't be serious. What will the other girls think?" Vin asked. "Everyone caught sight of you on the TVs," Bernadette replied. "So all the guys out there know I'm really a guy," Vin retorted. "They didn't catch that one. Besides, most of the guys in here before are gone. Most of the people in here came after the parade," Gillian responded. Another waitress came through the door to the kitchen looking for Gillian and Bernadette and said, "Girls, it's getting packed out there. We need you back on the floor." The girl's worried expression gave way to laughter as she caught sight of Vin before Gillian said, "Bernadette, go back on the floor. I'll help Bree get ready for her shift." "Bree?" The girl replied with a laugh "Bree O'Meara," Jean added for emphasis again, prompting the girl to laugh harder before she returned to the floor with Bernadette. As the two girls went back to serving the customers, Gillian looked at Jean as she asked, "Can you jump behind the bar and help out, just until we can get Bree and Monica out there?" "Sure," Jean answered with a grin before she hurried through the doors. Vin stared at the two women who he was left alone with as the cook continued to move around the kitchen, largely oblivious to their presence. The girls digested Vin's nervous looks before Monica took him by the hand while Gillian said, "Let's get her into a uniform." "You know, I could help out like this," Vin replied "No. No. You insisted on the waitresses wearing uniforms today. We're already making an exception for Jean, we can't make two," Gillian responded. Before Vin could respond, he felt his girlfriend tugging on his hand as she pulled him towards his office. Vin resisted for a second before he felt Gillian's hands pushing him from behind. Vin staggered into his office and bumped into his girlfriend, nearly causing Monica to fall before she caught herself on his desk. Vin looked Monica over while Gillian took hold of a uniform and brought it in. Vin started to sweat as Gillian unzipped the back of the uniform and handed it to Monica. Monica thanked Gillian before she noted, "Vin's going to have keep her leggings on. I think her leg hair might show up under the white tights." "No problem. We'll just play her off as a trainee." "I don't think she has any waitress experience, so that's not a stretch," Monica replied. Vin gawked at the two of them before Gillian closed the door after she told Monica to have Vin report to her when she was finished. Monica nodded and turned her attention towards her boyfriend. "Monica, can we talk about this?" "Talk is cheap." "This is going to be so humiliating for me!" "The cats already out of the bag. Try to think of this as a chance to earn a little extra money." Panicking, Vin replied, "But what will other people think?" "Again, everyone already knows. The girls know. So, it's not going to be a big thing." "The customers are going to see through it and run for the doors, if they don't kick my ass first." "In that dim light out there? No way," Monica replied as she unzipped Vin's jacket. Vin let the jacket slide off him before Monica hung it up and said, "Just keep your voice high and low and you'll be fine." "But I sound like a guy." "Your voice isn't that deep for a guy. You're like a mid tone. Just try to mimic, Gillian." "What? Speak with a brogue?" "Couldn't hurt," Monica answered as she reached for his top. Monica pulled it over his head, leaving Vin standing in his office dressed in his bra and skirt. A knock on the door prompted Vin to reflexively cover his chest with his arms, which only served to make his chest appear bustier. "Are you almost ready in there?" Gillian called in. "Just a few more minutes," Monica answered. Monica fixed Vin's wig before she removed his skirt. She looked into his pleading eyes and smiled before she gave him a kiss. She smiled again as their lips parted and said, "Just keep your head up, your chest out and act confident, and you'll be fine." "It's kind of hard to be confident in that dress." "That dress is intended for confident women," Monica retorted. Vin sighed as Monica moved around him and told him to take off his booties. Vin slid his feet out of them before she handed him the dress and told him to step into it. Realizing that he had no plausible escape, Vin complied with her instructions. He stepped into the dress before Monica brought it up over his body. Monica guided Vin's arms through the sleeves of the dress's white peasant top. She straightened out the lace-up stretch black velvet bodice before she moved around to face his back. Vin let out an audible eek as she began to lace it up. "What the hell are you doing?" Vin asked. Monica laughed at his alarm and said, "Don't worry. Every other girl on the floor did it this morning." Monica word's did not calm Vin as he felt the strange sensation of the pulling on the sides of his torso that was even more intense than the waist cincher while Monica finished lacing him up. As she finished with his bodice, Monica began to pull at the green, satin bubble skirt of the dress that was dotted with gold shamrocks. Vin stared down at his legs and wished in vain that the mid thigh length hemline of his uniform would dive lower if Monica pulled on it a little harder. The attached white ruffle apron of the dress did little to make Vin feel like less of a fool than he did at that moment either. Monica nodded at his appearance while Vin stepped back into his booties. As Vin straightened up, Monica pinned a "Kiss Me" clover shaped pin next to the left side of his false bust. "Don't you think that might give people the wrong idea?" Vin asked. "Not for me," Monica replied as she placed another kiss upon Vin's lips. Vin kissed her back and did not want the embrace to end before Monica pulled away from him and took hold of a black neckband that matched what the other girls were wearing. She buckled its gold buckle behind Vin's neck and twisted the plastic gold coin that danged from the front of it for a moment. Monica nodded at Vin's appearance before she said, "You're ready." "I don't feel ready," Vin countered while a queasy feeling grew in his stomach. "You're ready," Monica replied as she opened the door to his office and pointed Vin towards it. Vin struggled to work up the nerve to walk towards it before he stepped out of the office. He saw a smiling waitress getting food from the cook. She struggled not to laugh at Vin before she said, "Looking good, Bree." Vin blushed as he thanked her. Monica smacked herself on her head before she turned to Vin and said, "I almost forgot to give you a name tag." "I don't have a name tag. We don't have any Bree's here," Vin rejoined. "We do have a trainee's name tag." "Oh, God, no," Vin replied, remembering what he made the new girls wear when they shadowed an experienced waitress or bartender. It was an idea that he stole from a Hooters he visited. He knew that the girls were never happy about wearing one of them, but he felt that it was a good way to drive uncommitted girls away from his business. Vin shook his head as he saw his girlfriend carrying over a trainee name tag reading, "Trainee: Tinkerbelle." Monica pinned it to the right side of his bust. "There symmetry," Monica said with a smile as she stepped away from him. Vin shook his head before Gillian walked back into the kitchen. She caught sight of them and said, "Thank God, you're done. We need another girl out there stat." "I'll be out in a minute too," Monica stated before she left Vin alone with Gillian. Gillian opened the door to the bar room and said, "Let's get a move on, Bree." Vin took a deep breath as he approached the door. He struggled to maintain his composure as he stepped out the door and walked into the crowded bar area. Gillian pointed him towards the bar and said, "Go bring out some orders from the bartenders." Vin unthinkingly nodded in response to his employees order as he reported to the bar. Jean gave him a smile before she said, "Go bring this over to table five." Vin looked at the three drinks. He struggled to grip the three glasses before he worked his way through the crowd towards the table. Vin smiled at the men he handed the beers to. The men smiled back at him before one read his name tag and said, "Thanks, Tinkerbelle?" Vin shrugged before the man asked, "That isn't your real name, is it?" Vin shook his head. The customer laughed as he inquired, "Do you speak?" Vin replied only with a nod prompting the man to laugh and say, "Will you speak?" Vin shrugged his shoulders before another one of the men blurted out, "She's the perfect woman. She looks pretty and keeps her mouth shut." The men laughed at the chauvinistic statement before Vin rolled his eyes and walked away from them. Vin started back towards the bar before he was stopped by a woman who read his name tag and said with a smirk, "Tink?" Vin gave the woman a thoughtful look as he stared at her. The woman held up her shot glass and said, "Can we get a round of Jameson's." Vin nodded before Vin had to ask, "How many do you want?" The woman counted the number of people with her before she said, "Ten." Vin nodded and walked away. He walked over to the bar and faked a brogue again as he asked for ten shots of Jameson. The bartender gave Vin a smile as she said, "I'll pour that swill." Vin nodded as he leaned against the back of the bar and rested for a second while the bartender poured the drinks and handed them to Vin. Vin then placed them on a serving tray that he was afraid of carrying. Knowing that he had no other option though, Vin resigned himself to carrying it. Once the last shot was poured, Vin picked up the tray. He struggled to keep it steady as he began navigating through the crowd of people. Vin noticed that some of the men were giving him lusty looks. That realization did not make his efforts any easier. Vin breathed a sigh of relief, however, as placed the tray down on the table. He did not quite get the tray fully on the table, however, and struggled to keep it upright before he pushed it further onto the tabletop. The customers took their shots before Vin made his way back towards the bar. Shortly after Vin reached the bar, he saw his girlfriend walk out of the kitchen door. Vin's eyes widened as he saw her dressed in a uniform that was identical to his, except for the white tights and green flats she wore instead of the green leggings and black booties that Vin was sporting. Vin's eyes were not the only ones that were drawn to Monica as she came over to him. She drew further attention to them by placing her arm around Vin's waist and hugging him close. "How are you doing?" Monica whispered. "Just ducky," Vin answered. Monica smiled at him before a food order became ready. One of the bartenders called out to Vin to carry it to table seven. Vin walked into the kitchen and took hold of the two dishes that were placed to the side. Vin carried them towards the door. He pushed the door open with his backside before he turned and walked towards the table. Vin smiled as he placed the food down on the table. The couple thanked him before the man asked for two more drinks. After inquiring what he wanted, the man told Vin what they were drinking. Vin jotted it down on a pad and moved towards the bar. Vin gave Jean the two orders and felt the man sitting next to him place his arm around Vin's hip. Vin gave a nervous glance at the man before the man drunkenly asked, "How did a pretty girl end up in a place like this?" "Luck of the Irish," Vin replied with a faux brogue. The man laughed as he said, "You know, if we married you could stay here forever." "I'm so sure that's your angle with all the girls," Vin retorted before flashing a smile. "I like Irish chicks. They're sassy," the man replied as his hand drifted towards Vin's rear. The smile went away from Vin's face as he struggled to maintain his composure. He felt relieved that he did not have to say anything as he took hold of the two drinks and moved back towards the table. Vin breathed a sigh of relief as he turned away from the table and walked back towards the bar. He made sure to stay away from the man who had touched him as looked around for someone to serve. As Vin waited, Gillian came over to him and pulled him aside. "What's up?" Vin asked. "We can't just have you standing around being idle. Bus a table. Clean the fucking bar. Do something," Gillian explained to Vin in a stern tone that she eased with a slight playfulness in her voice. Vin nodded, understanding where she was coming from. He, however, felt slightly intimidated by her, even though he knew that she was his employee and was in no position to do anything to him, other than out him to the bar's patrons. Vin stepped behind the bar and took hold of the bar rag the girls used to clean the bar with. Vin clutched it and began to wipe down the bar. He picked up drinks and coasters as he wiped underneath them while he made his way down the bar. Vin made small talk with those that saw fit to talk with him as he worked. One asked where he was from, so Vin made up an Irish city that he was from as he continued to work. Jean struggled not to laugh as she watched Vin talking with the customers, appearing to somewhat enjoy himself in the process. The smile left Vin's face as he made his way back towards the man who had touched him earlier. The man grinned at Vin while he told him that he would leave his wife for him. 'What a lucky woman?' Vin thought to himself before he gave the man a polite laugh, trying not to dignify his comment with a response involving the use of words. Vin turned away from him and kept cleaning the bar as he made his way to the other end before Jean called him over to bring more drinks out to some patrons. Vin scurried towards her before she noted, "Such eagerness." "I try," Vin replied with a smile. "An eager beaver," Jean replied with a smile. "Careful that might be workplace harassment," an older gentleman said from behind the bar with a laugh. Monica grinned at Vin over the man's shoulder. Vin grinned back at her and took hold of the drinks that had been poured. Vin made his way through the crowd and got the drinks to the table before he took an order of food for the group. Vin gave the order to the bartenders to include it on the groups tab before he brought the order into the kitchen. The chef gave Vin a curious look as he realized who Vin was, not realizing that Vin had changed into a waitress uniform. "I didn?t think they'd really get you to go through with it," the man said before he turned back to his work. Knowing that the chef was never the most social of his employees, Vin was not surprised by his curtness, but he wondered what he meant. Vin did not have much time to think about it as Gillian called him back onto the floor. Vin scurried over to a table and took an order down before he brought it to the bartenders again. Vin then helped them pour the drinks before he carried the drinks over to the patrons who had ordered them. Monica saw the smile on Vin's face as he saw the tips included on some of the bills that had been settled up since he started working. Vin's gaze was broken up when he heard Jean call over to him to bring out another order. Vin gave her a smile and exchanged a few jokes with her on his way towards the kitchen. Monica grinned at her boyfriend's responses. Shortly after, Vin brought the food out and placed it on the table. Vin then turned towards another table and began to clear off the dirty dishes and silverware. "You don't seem that upset anymore," Monica noted as she moved close to her boyfriend. "I can say I've had worse days," Vin replied as he began to walk towards the kitchen. "Bet you wouldn't have said that a few hours ago," Monica said as she collected the glasses that were left on the table. "Well, the tips certainly makeup for some of it." "How much do you got?" Monica asked with a grin as they moved into the kitchen and put the plates away for cleaning. "I don't know. Don't we split it up?" Monica nodded before she said, "But we're all having a good day." "That's what I like to hear." "Just think if you do this again?" "Do it again?" "Sure. Maybe just picking up a few Friday nights and Sunday afternoons here and there, and you might be able to get that ring in no time." Vin laughed as he said, "You'll do anything to get that ring won't you." "No, I'll make YOU do anything to get me that ring," Monica replied with a smile before she hugged him. Vin shook his head with a grin before he asked, "I think the clothes might set me back." "I think you know by now that we're not that different when it comes to size." Vin tilted his head to the side before he gave her a reluctant nod, agreeing with his girlfriend's assessment. "Do you think the girls still respect me?" Vin asked. "They have just as much respect for you as they ever did," Monica answered with a smirk. Vin stared at his girlfriend for a moment before she added, "They're scared of Gillian anyway, so I wouldn't worry about them." "Yes, she's kind of intimidating." Monica laughed at Vin's admission before she said, "Don't worry about her. Just worry about getting me that ring." "You've got a one track mind." "Maybe, but I like to preoccupy myself with the good in life." "You know the ring isn't the end of the story. We'd still have a wedding to pay for," Vin said as he took hold of some silverware and placemats to put out on one of the tables that had placed a food order. "Oh, that's going to take a lot of extra shifts, but I think you're up to it," Monica replied before she placed a kiss upon Vin's lips. As their lips parted, Vin asked, "So you don't have a problem with us wearing matching outfits" "I adapt quickly. It seems to be a trait we share," Monica replied before she kissed him again. "Even if I'm wearing white tights next year," Vin asked as the kiss ended. "Oh, you'll be wearing them before Saint Paddy's Day, don't forget about Christmas Eve, but I think you'll need to get a pair of cowgirl boots first," Monica replied with a smile before she placed another kiss upon his lips.