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CHAPTER 19
PLEASE DON'T SEE ME!! I could hear my inner voice yelling!
We were getting closer to Michael and I was starting to shake. Besides
the fact that the last time Michael saw me I was wearing a yellow dress
and red heels, I didn't what him to see me in my current state.
The tight jeans and the black chiffon shirt weren't really that big of a
deal, at least not after seeing the yellow dress he saw me in. Even the
5' heels didn't matter. But now I had pink nails, flawless makeup and a
very pretty, feminine hair style that to me was more than what I had the
night before.
PLEASE DON'T SEE ME! It's bad enough that he already saw me dressed up
twice, but last night I was trying to tell myself was all a mistake. That
I am not a girl and didn't have plans to become one. That I was Charlie,
dammit. How that hell can I say that with a straight face now if he sees
me. I was trying to tell myself that while trying to tell him too... in
between us making out!
We were standing at the restaurant entrance, my mom was getting us a
table. Michael was almost 4 feet away now. He looked at me and smiled and
just keep walking. I didn't dare turn around to see if he looked back at
me. Maybe the makeup and hair threw him off my track.
My mom elbowed me in the arm a little. "Charlie, wasn't that Michael?"
She asked. I swear I have moments when feel so stupid. I totally forgot
that Mom knows Michael too. She has known him as long as I have. He's my
friend. He has been over the house 100s of times. I thought telling her
that story about us kissing she would think was just a story. That I used
Michael's name cause if he son just flipped in her daughter she would
know Michael too. I think. You know what I mean?
"Yes mom, that was Michael," I said trying to forget that I saw him.
"Aren't you gonna go say hi?" my mom asked as the hostess says "Right
this way ladies."
We get to our booth and sit down.
"Can I start you off with drinks?" our waitress asks.
"Two waters," my mom says.
I was so glad Michael didn't see me, or well maybe acknowledge it was me.
I want to be his friend still and I got to get him to forget about female
Charlie. Wait, he did he notice me and just not say anything? I mean even
if he didn't recognize me, I am with my mom. And she looks the same as
she always does. And he has known her as long as he has known me. Maybe
he noticed me and didn't say anything because he saw me with her. Or
maybe he just didn't recognize either of us.
"Why didn't you say hi to Michael," my mom asked again. She, on the other
hand isn't gonna drop it.
"Mom, its complicated," I said, when she damn well knows why I didn't say
hi. But I can't really said right now that its because I'm her son who is
at the moment is her 'daughter'!
"Ok, I'm going to run to the ladies room real quick. Do you need to go
too?" Mom asks.
"No, I'm good. I'll just stay here and look at the menu," I said.
"Ok, I'll be right back."
I was holding the menu just staring at it. I wasn't even reading it. Just
kinda in a daydream. I didn't even acknowledge the waitress talking to me
I was lost in thought.
"Where did you get them?" she asked again, this time hearing her.
"Huh, what? Get what now?" I asked.
"Those shoes. I love them. I got to get me a pair," she said.
"Oh, um, 'Bebe' here in the mall," I said. Like I need to say in the
mall. I bet she already knew that.
"Awesome, I gotta check them out on my break. Are you ready to order?"
she asked.
"Um, can we have a few more moments. I am waiting for my mom to come
back."
"That's your mom? I would have thought you guys were sisters," she said
as she walked away.
"You guys? Well, one of us is a guy," I thought to myself.
My mom finally came back to the table and sat down.
"Sorry I was gone so long, there was a line in the powder room," my mom
said.
I was so lost in daydream, I had no clue how long she was gone for. "It's
fine, can we order now?" I asked.
"Sure, but honey, keep it light. You have to watch your figure and save
room for dinner tonight," Mom said.
"Ok, mom," I said.
The waitress took our order. My mom got a salad, and I got their soup of
the day. Truthfully I wasn't that hungry anyway. I think nerves about the
day were getting to me. I felt like even thought I was looking head to
toe female, that people could still tell I was a boy. I felt like eyes
were on me. So did my mom. At least the eyes being on me part.
"You got a fan club, girly!" Mom said.
"What?" I asked.
She nodded her head to point in a direction.
I turned my head to the right to see three boys at a table across the
room staring at me, or maybe us. I mean I might have been wearing tight
jeans and all but by mom was wearing some very short shorts.
"I think they are looking at you mom. They know a MILF when they see
one," I said laughing.
"Ha ha, very funny missy," My mom said laughing back.
"So mom...," I started. "We have gone shopping. We had our nails done. I
had my hair and face done. And now its lunch time. What are we going to
do till we get dinner?" I asked.
"Well, I think we should finish up here, shop a little bit more, head
home and get ready for dinner. You know it takes some time for us girls
to get ready!" my mom said.
"I'm not complaining..." I said, really I'm not. "But more shopping? What
else is there to buy?" I asked.
"Well we got you some nice dresses, but we still need to get you some
shoes to wear with them all," she said.
"I got tennis shoes at home and I got these black heels," which I have
put back on, seeing now how enough time has passed that our toe nails
were dry.
"Oh honey," My mom said. "I really thought your love of heels would be
stronger. Than that," she adds.
My mom has no idea.
"No daughter on mine is only going to own one pair of heels. I don't want
you to be toyboy in sneakers all the time and only wear heels when you
have to like to church or a school dance," Mom said.
I laughed to myself. Tomboy? More like a Charlieboy. I don't think the
way I'm looking at the moment I could be called a tomboy. I was very
girly looking at the moment.
We finished up our food, paid and made our way to a shoe store. A
different one than the one we were in earlier. It was about 6 stores
down from the restaurant. This one was called 'Hurt & Heeled'. What a
random name for the store. It was twice the size of 'Calvinson's Ltd.'
I think this store didn't deal with the $200 pair of heels and was in the
lower money bracket.
As we walked in we were greeted by a worker. "Hello ladies, can I help
you find anything?" the woman asked.
"Oh, not right now. We are going to just look around first. Is Mr. Hurt
here by the way?" Vanessa asked the worker.
"He's not in the store at the moment. He went to lunch but should be back
in about 20 minutes," she answered.
"Ok, when he comes back, can you tell him Vanessa is here," My mom told
the girl.
"Sure thing, miss. If you need any help in the meantime, just ask. My
name is Marissa.
"Thank you. Come on Ladybug."
We started to look round the store. My mom picked up a couple pairs of
shoes asking me my opinion.
"Charlie, what do you think of these?" She asked, holding a white
stiletto, that had a pointed toe and a little strap that went around the
ankle with a buckle on the side.
"I like them, mom. The white is nice," I added.
About 15 minute later my mom had be sitting on a white bench as we waited
for Marissa to come back with some shoes for me to try on. My mom started
to tell me that the name of the store was called 'Hurt and Heeled' cause
it was owned by Mr. Hunt and the name was a play on his name. Being
'hurt' you get 'healed'. In this case 'Hurt & Heeled'. Just as she
finished telling me about the store name a man came over and hugged my
mom.
"Well hello Vanessa! It's so nice to see you here!" the older gentleman
said.
"Mr. Hurt! Its nice to see you too!" my mom said.
"Call me Jacob. And who do we have here?" Jacob asked looking at me.
"This is my lovely daughter, Charlie," my mom said.
"Well, hello Charlie. Your mom is right, you are very lovely. If I was
younger.... and not super into men, I would ask for your number. Your a
real looker!" He said with a creepy laugh. Well I found his laugh creepy.
And a "real looker"? How old is this guy?
"Charlie, I meet Mr. Hu...I mean Jacob here was in the hospital the other
day visiting his mother," my mom said.
"Yes, and your mother saved my life. I was sitting in the cafeteria, and
I started choking on my food and your mother gave me the Heimlich
maneuver. Saved my dear life," Jacob said. "I take it you remember my
offer?" he added turning back to my mother.
"Like any woman would forget an offer like that," my mom said laughing.
Jacob could see the confusion on my face.
"I told your mother how grateful I was and told her that besides owning
her my life, I wanted to repay her. So declined of course, but I
insisted. I told her to come by the store and I would give her some free
shoes. Its the least I could do," he told me then asking my mother, "Is
anyone helping you?"
"Oh, yes. This kind girl named Marissa when to the back to get some shoes
for Charlie to try on," my mom said.
"Oh, good. Marissa is a great girl. Too bad I am losing her in a week,"
he said.
"Losing her?" I finally chimed into the conversation.
"Yes, her family is moving to Florida. So I'm losing my best worker,"
Jacob said then asking "Charlie, do you have a job?"
"No," was all I said.
"Would you like one?" Jacob asked.
"Oh, um I...." Why am I not just saying no again?
"Charlie, can't work at the moment. She is helping me. I work some weird
times at the hospital, so she is a being a big sister and keeps an eye on
her little brother for me while I'm saving lives," my mom said as she put
her hand on Jacob's arm.
"Ah, too bad. I would have given you the job right now. I'm having a hard
time finding someone for the job that isn't a complete moron. You being
Vanessa's girl, I doubt you would fall into that category," Jacob said.
"Well things can always change. We know she would love to have some extra
money to spend," Vanessa said.
"Let me know and by the way, employees get an employee discount," Jacob
said with a smile.
Just then Marissa came over with a boy holding about 10 boxes of shoes. I
could see he was wearing a name tag. Seems that Rickie, a boy worked at
the shoe store.
"Here we go, miss," Marissa said as she sat some boxes on the bench next
to me. As she was doing that Rickie sat down on a stool in front of me
and took my leg in his hand. He removed my heel from my foot and said "I
love the pink toes," He removed the first heel which was a navy blue faux
suede stiletto featuring a loafer cut that had a pointed toe. He tool
the shoe and placed it on my foot. "This must be how Cinderella felt," I
thought. Can't say it didn't feel weird that a boy was placing a heel on
my foot. I stood up to see how they feel. As I was doing so, I watched as
Jacob and my mom walked away from us towards to the front of the store. I
couldn't hear what they were saying as they walked away, so I just kept
with trying on the shoes. I mean, what else is a girl to do. When in
Rome. Pink ones, Red ones, White ones, Silver ones. Blue ones. I mean it
was like a shoe rainbow up in here. Pretty much every pair had a 4" to 5"
heel. And they all fit like a glove. My mom came back over with a big box
in arms.
"Here, Ladybug, try these one," my mom said handing me the box.
I opened it up to find a pair of knee-high boots. Black, with a 4" heel,
a thicker heel, with a zipper up the side of the boot. They came up to
just below my knee.
"What do you think, Charlie? Don't you just love them?" Mom asked.
"Oh and love these. I have a pair in black and brown," Marissa added in
her two cents.
"I love them mom. They look great with the tight jeans I'm wearing," I
said.
"Did you like any of the other heels?" Mom asked.
"I do. I really can't tell you which ones I like the most," I said. Yes,
I was playing the roll of 'daughter' but still not lying to myself that I
loved them all. Not going to lie. Every time I tried on a pair of heels,
I envied woman. I love this shoes. It makes me sad though to think that
I'm a guy with a shoe fetish. Yes, guys like shoes and are into them for
fashion too. I mean, I see all those sneaker heads out there. But none of
them would say that their favorite pair has a 5" heel on the bottom of it
and makes their legs look longer and sexier. This love of heels is very
wrong yet, right at the same time. Just being honest with myself.
Well I talked with Jacob and he said whatever ones you want you can have.
He said just to make sure that when you wear them you tell as many girls
as you can that you got them at 'Hurt & Heeled'.
I laughed and just said, "Ok," Like I'm going to be telling many girls.
After tonight I don't think I will be out in heels where any girls would
ask, cause I don't think female Charlie will show her face again after
tonight, or so I like to believe. Plus I don't think if I can ever get a
girl to go out on a date with me, that I will be the one wearing the
heels.
We, well I, got about 5 pairs of heels and the boots. We left the shoe
store and started to walk back towards where we came in the mall.
"Hang on, Charlie. Let's go in here," Vanessa said as I followed her, not
really having a choice in the matter.
We walked into 'Sports House'. I really love this store and yet I didn't
want to be in here. Not like this, I mean, I didn't. Me, myself, Charlie,
boy Charlie loves this place. It's my go to store in the mall. Its where
I get all my Phillies' shirts and hats. I come in here so much that it's
like 'Cheers' and everyone knows my name. I almost thought about getting
a job here before cause I was here so much.
I didn't want to be in here at the moment. Not because I didn't want to
look around. I so did. I wanted everything they had of my favorite teams.
No, I didn't want to be in here, cause I feel like I'm cheating on my
boyself. This is male Charlie's store. Being in here with heels on my
feet and makeup on my face, just seems wrong. I already feel like I
cheated on male Charlie by going to the baseball stadium. Its like the
Phillies' church. And you shouldn't disgrace a church. But I did and look
at the trouble I got myself into because of it. So I didn't want to be in
the 'Sports House' at the moment. Added that someone might recognize me,
and I just had a bad feeling about being there.
"Shit, here is comes," I think to myself as I see Kevin walking towards
us.
"Hello ladies. Can't I help you find your team?" He asks.
He clearly is looking at me....now my boobs... now my eyes...back to my
boobs, now my Mom's legs. Ok, so Kevin totally doesn't recognize me at
all!
"We want to buy some Phillies stuff," Vanessa tells Kevin.
"Right this way ladies," He says swinging his arm too in a way to say
"this way."
We followed Kevin over to the Phillies' section.
"Let me know if you need anymore help," he says as he walks away to greet
others walking into the store.
"Mom, why are we here?" I asked.
"Well Ladybug. Although I love how great you look in those dresses we got
earlier, I know your love for the Phillies and baseball. So I wanted to
get you some shirts to wear round he house, since your can't wear dresses
all the time," My mom said with a little chuckle.
Even thought my mom just said "I can't wear dresses all the time" I just
ignored it, gave her a smile and started to look at the rack of shirts.
"Ladybug, you're looking at the wrong rack. Those are the men's shirts.
Women's are over her," my mom said.
And just like that my mom reminded me that I was her 'daughter' not her
'son'.
You won't think the men's and women's shirts would be that different. But
they were. Besides the fact that women's shirts and made different to fit
a woman's figure better, the designs of the women's shirts were different
too. Pretty much every women's shirt had a huge neckline. The v-neck
shirts had huge V shapes to them. I'm guessing to show some cleavage.
And about 75% of them were pink or super light red.
"I like this one," my mom said holding up a pink top, with a v-neckline
that said "I Kiss Philles" only where the word 'kiss' would be was what
looked like someone with a huge pair of lips kissed the shirt. "I think
it would look perfect with this," she added holding up a pink Phillies
hat with the 'P' logo on it that had little white sparkly things on the
logo.
"It sure would!" I said, trying to sound excited about getting Phillies'
gear....very pink, very girly Phillies' gear. Like all the clothes I
ended up with today... I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I
mean even if I told my mom I didn't like something, it would just mean I
would try on more till she found something I liked.
And these Phillies' shirts, just like all the other clothes I got today,
Charlieboy defiantly couldn't wear with other being called a few names
for the other kids.
We walked over to the counter to buy the gear. Kevin just stared at me.
Was the little light bulb clicking on in his mind. Did he stare so long
enough that he can see male Charlie behind the eye shadow, mascara and
the bright red lips?
"Do you know Michael Reeves?" Kevin asked.
"OH FUCK!" I shouted in my mind! My jaw was on the way to hitting the
ground when my mom said "Why do you ask?" seeing that I have a deer in
headlights look on my face and wasn't speaking for myself.
"Oh, no real reason. Just Michael is a good friend of mine. Comes in the
store with his friends a lot and he was in here a little while ago
talking about this girl he went out with. Short length blonde hair. Cute
little nose, beautiful smile, nice long legs and he said she was a huge
Philles fan. I was just wondering if he was talking about you?" Kevin
asked.
"I, um, I well, I know Michael. He is in my homeroom, but I don't think
that it was me he was talking about. Sorry," I said knowing it sure as
hell was me he was talking about. But with my mom standing next to me, I
had to try to throw the sent off me. Although I would kind of had loved
to say, "Yep, that's me! Michael likes my legs. He's a great kisser,"
Just to see what my mom would say to that. I laughed a little to myself.
But I bet if I said that, right about now, my mom wouldn't blink an eye
to my answer.
I mean she watched her son go from just a normal skinny boy to a
beautiful woman. Doing so and not complaining about it. Doing so and
enjoying her time at the mall, even while being confused by most of it.
Acting like a girl in almost every way. Sharing with her mom about
Michael and their kiss. And knowing that male Charlie and Michael are
friends. Knowing now that someone else has heard details about a girl
that looks like and could maybe be Charlie from Michael. Well... I'm
pretty sure right now if I told her that story was true, I don't think
she would be surprised.
We left the store and I turned to ask my mom about what was next on
mother/daughter day, but before I could speak mom said, "Ok, Ladybug, I
think its time to get home and get ready for our dinner," I just smiled.
"I got a big surprise for you!" mom added as my smile disappeared. I'm
pretty sure you can guess....I HATE SUPRISES and this one is not going to
be a good one from my point of view.
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