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Sara, Becka and me.
by Teddie S.
Chapter VIII
The Second Week
Monday - Dresses and the Girls
Tuesday - Some Glue
Last week was really a roller coaster. On Saturday when I woke up I was
a typical geeky boy. And now I look more like a pretty teenaged girl. I
even talk like a girl, act like a girl and walk like a girl. Being a
cross-dresser at heart, I was in heaven. And everyone in my family and
my girlfriend's family accept this. That's everyone in my family except
for my brother. And that was a major downer.
I'm also going to be a bridesmaid in my girlfriend Sara's sister's
wedding. A very big wedding. This was all because one of the
bridesmaids had backed out at the last minute and they couldn't find
anyone to fill in. But me.
Well, let's see where this goes.
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Monday - Dresses and the Girls
I guess the talk that Sara and I had helped me, because I actually slept
really well and was up early on Monday morning. And I felt good. We
were going to pick up the dresses after lunch. But my taskmaster was
coming over this morning, so it would be heels, nylons and corset for a
while. Plus, I'd have to wear the corset to pick up the dress, as this
would be the final fitting.
I threw Becka together fairly quickly, just the wig and my pink silk robe
over my baby doll PJ's. And just as I was walking to the kitchen, my dad
was leaving for work. I walked up to him, gave him a hug and said, "Have
a good day Admiral."
"Honey," he said with a smile, "I like daddy from you a lot better."
I smiled and said, "Okay. Daddy. Have a good day." And I actually
kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you princess. You too."
Rather than walking towards the garage to take his car, he opened the
front door. As he did, I looked out the door and there was a car with a
Marine, in fatigues with a sidearm, holding the back door open. I looked
at my dad and said, "A car and driver?"
He grinned and said, "It goes with the job, princess. He's my assigned
driver. He'll pick me up every morning and bring me home every night."
I learned much later, that this Marine was more than a driver, he was
like a body guard and he was also trained in tactical driving. Just what
does dad do?
I walked into the kitchen and my mother said, "Honey. You have become
such a girl."
All I could say was, "Huh!"
"Giving your dad a kiss on the cheek."
"Yeah. I know. But when I'm Becka it's the way I feel. And it was your
idea for me to live two weeks this way before the wedding."
"I know. But I didn't realize just how it would affect you. How did you
feel Friday when you were back to being Peter?"
"Like myself. Like a guy. Like my geeky self."
She just shook her head.
Then I asked her, "Mom. What does daddy do?"
"Honey," she said, "I know very little about what he does. But I do know
that it's very important. And whoever is the head of his department, no
matter what branch of the service they are in, reports higher up then any
military office. Someday we may know, but don't hold your breath."
Sara was over an hour later and as we walked into Becka's room, she
looked at me and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Why?" I replied.
"Liar. Remember that we can sense things about each other. That's how I
knew which ring you liked."
"Yeah."
"And girlfriend, this girl knows something is really bothering you."
"Yeah. I guess. My dad's getting picked every day by a Marine and he's
armed. I'm just kind of worried about it. And I have no idea what my
dad does."
"Honey. I know. I don't know anything about my dad's job either. Other
than he works at the Pentagon and with your dad.
"The other day, when we were going to the Naval Yard for your father's
swearing in, my dad made the comment that he was very happy that your dad
got the promotion and job. That he was the best man for the job.
"Now. Relax everything will be okay." And she gave me a very sweet
kiss.
"I guess you're right," I said, "but it still bothers me."
Then it was into the corset, with the nylons and heels again. And after
the first few minutes being in the heels, Sara said, "Girlfriend. You've
learned to walk in those heels really well. I think you're going to do
just fine at the wedding."
"You think?" I asked.
"Yes I do."
My mother figured that since we were going to be hanging around the house
this morning that we needed to help with some of the household chores, so
she had us doing the laundry. Not really a way to spend time with your
girlfriend. But we made it fun. And have you ever done laundry in four
inch heels and a corset? It's interesting.
Then after lunch Sara and I drove over to the bridal shop and Mrs.
Shelby. Mrs. Shelby and one of her assistants worked with us to be sure
that the dresses were just right. Sara was the first to try her dress on
and as she usually does when she dresses up, she looked wonderful. You
could just barely see her shoes under the hem of the dress and Sara was
actually wearing heels. And Mrs. Shelby was very happy as to how she
looked in it.
Now, it was my turn. I carried my bag with my shoes in it, as we went
back to the changing room. I took off my jeans and top and Mrs. Shelby
asked, "Good. I see you have the corset on, have you been wearing it."
"Yes," I replied, "almost every day."
"Then this dress should fit you just fine. And you shouldn't have a
problem wearing the corset for as long as you need to."
They helped me step into the dress and Mrs. Shelby zipped it up without a
problem. Then she set the shoes on the floor and I stepped into them.
Then she asked, "Can you walk in those now?"
"Yes. I've been practicing with them."
And we walked out to the dressing room to where Sara was and Mrs. Shelby
had me step up on the platform. Then she went over the dress, stood back
and said, "Very nice. The changers that we made to the dress, have made
it fit you perfectly. This dress looks very nice on you, even though
you're a boy."
I caught a strange look from her assistant.
Then Mrs. Shelby, after a good look at me, said, "Didn't you tell me that
your breast forms could be attached?"
"Yes. I think they can," I replied.
"You may want to do that just in case."
"In case of what?"
"You don't want them falling out."
"No I don't. I'll look into it."
Then to her assistant she said, "Take her back and help her change."
I went back to the changing room with the assistant and as she closed the
door, she asked, "Are you the boy that's filling in as a bridesmaid?"
"Ah.... Yes. Why?" I replied.
"My God. I would never have known. Mrs. Shelby had talked about you
after you were in here the last time and what you're doing. It's a
fantastic thing."
"Thanks. I just hope I get through it."
"There's no reason that you shouldn't. And I wouldn't have known if Mrs.
Shelby hadn't mentioned it. I noticed the forms, but a lot of girls use
them, as well as the padded panty."
"Thanks."
We walked back out to where Sara and Mrs. Shelby were and she said,
"Everything looks just wonderful. I just know that the wedding will be
wonderful."
We thanked Mrs. Shelby for everything, carefully placed our dresses in
the car and headed back to Sara's house with our dresses. When we walked
in, Mrs. Monroe asked me, "Becka would you like to go with us on Thursday
to West Point? It would give Sara some company."
"I was going to come with my parents on Friday," I said. "But sure."
Looking first at Sara and then at me, Mrs. Monroe said, "Now. We only
have three rooms reserved at the hotel. The Colonel and I were going to
be in one, Linda is in the wedding suite and Sara by herself in the
third.
"Can I trust you two to behave yourselves if you share a room? Or, does
Sara room with me and the Colonel and Becka room together."
"Mother," Sara said, "what are you saying?"
"Just that you are both seventeen and your hormones are, shall we say,
raging."
"Mother! Peter respects me. We've had plenty of times that we could
have fooled around and haven't. I think you can trust us."
"Don't make me sorry that I did."
"God mother! Have I ever done anything to give use reason to not trust
me?"
"Watch your tongue young lady. Think back to you dressing him up as a
girl."
"We were children and playing. We didn't know that it was wrong. If it
even was."
"Yes. That was the only time. And you were children. I'll trust you,
but please don't break that trust."
"Mother, we won't."
Mrs. Monroe walked out of the room. Linda and Vicki had been sitting
quietly through the whole thing. Then Linda said, "Did I hear right.
You and Becka staying in the same hotel room?"
"That's what I heard," Vicki said.
Sara glared at her sister and said, "Don't go there. I am so tired of
mom not trusting me. She's always given you a long leash and she keeps
me on a short one."
Sara grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the patio. We sat together on
the big swing, but didn't say anything. I knew she was upset and I was
just going to wait until she was ready to talk.
I didn't know what had happened, but I did know that Linda went to public
schools, like I do. And that Sara has gone to all girl Catholic schools.
Why the difference, I don't know. And even though Sara and I are very
close, she's never said anything about it. And I've never asked.
Finally, I asked, "Sara. Are you all right?"
"Yeah," Sara replied, "I just hate it when my mother does that."
"Why does she do it?"
"I'm sorry. But I promised that I'd never tell. So, I can't."
"Not even me?"
"Sorry babe. Not even you, right now. Maybe one day I'll tell you.
Let's go someplace for dinner. I don't want to eat at home tonight."
"Sure."
After we'd eaten, we stopped back at my house. I changed into one of my
favorite outfits, the skinny jeans, the rust colored peasant top and the
dressy wedges. I fixed my makeup a little, brushed my hair into a nice
look. And we talked to my parents for a little bit and mentioned about
meeting the other bridesmaids tonight and telling them about me.
Then, as we were leaving for Sara's house, my mother said, "Honey.
Everything will be fine. These girls are very nice."
"I know mom," I said. "I'm just really nervous about it."
Sara then said, "Honey. If they can't see who you for who you are, it's
their loss. But I know these girls and they're all really nice. None of
them are catty."
We walked towards Sara's house and we saw a number of cars in the drive
way. My mouth was dry and my stomach hurt. We walked into the house and
we could hear voices coming from the basement, it sounded like a big
party. Sara's mother was in the kitchen, she saw us and said, "Sara.
Honey. I'm sorry about this afternoon. But this wedding really has me
frazzled. I shouldn't have said the things I did.
"And Becka. I know it didn't help you either. You're very nervous about
this whole thing and I should trust you with my daughter. You've been
very good with her and have respected her wishes."
"Mrs. Monroe," I said, "it's all right. And yes, I'm as nervous as hell
about tonight. I'm afraid that they'll make fun of me. Maybe even call
me a freak."
"Becka. You are not a freak. Don't worry. They are a bunch of great
girls, actually young women. And I really think that they'll see that
you're trying to help Linda."
"I hope."
"Are you ready to meet them?"
"As ready as I can be."
"Okay. I'll go down and the three of us will explain what's going on.
They all know about Katrina backing out and that we've found someone, a
friend of Sara's, to fill in. We'll fill them in on you agreeing to do
this and what has gone on with you the past week.
"Then, we'll have you come down with Sara and Sara can introduce you.
That sound good?'
"Yeah."
Mrs. Monroe actually gave me a hug, then she walked downstairs and in a
short time it became very quiet. We couldn't hear what was being said.
And I got even more nervous.
About ten minutes after Mrs. Monroe went downstairs, Linda came up. And
she asked, "Are you ready to meet the other girls?"
"Maybe," I replied. "Are they ready to meet me?"
"Yes. I'll be honest with you. At first there were some comments, like
he'll look like a guy in a skirt, is he gay, this is weird and stuff like
that. And I think that mom, Vicki and I handled it all really well."
Sara took my hand, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Babe. You know that
I'm here for you. And everything will be fine."
I smiled at her and we walked downstairs together. Linda was the first
one down and to walk through the door into the rec room. It got quiet,
very quiet. Then Sara whispered, "Wait here until I come and get you."
Then she kissed me on the cheek again and whispered, "I really do love
you."
"I love you too," I whispered back.
As Sara walked through the door, I heard everyone greet her. Then I
heard her say, "Guys. I know what my mother, Linda and Vicki may have
shocked you a little. I've known Rebecca, or as we call her Becka for a
long time. She is a very special friend of mine. Actually she's my
boyfriend.
"He is a cross-dresser. And I've learned to love that part of him. In
fact, I actually started him down that road when we were very young.
When Linda was out of options for a fill in bridesmaid, we talked him
into filling in for Katrina and everyone that has met Becka was surprised
as to how good he can look as a girl and even talk like a girl."
The door opened, Sara came out, held out her hand and said, "Come on
love."
I was almost shaking as I took her hand. We walked into the room hand in
hand. And Sara said, "Everyone. I'd like you to meet Becka."
The room was deadly quiet. Everyone stared. I saw a couple of the
girls' hands go to their mouths. Then I heard, "Oh my God," and, "She is
so cute," and, "I can't believe it," and, "Are you sure she's a guy?"
Then all of a sudden there was a thousand questions. "You're really a
guy?", "How do you do it?", "How tall are you?", "Do you like dressing
this way?", "Do you want to be a girl?" and on and on.
Finally Mrs. Monroe said, "Ladies. Ladies. Please give her some air. I
think she'll be able to answer all of your questions if you give her a
chance."
Things quieted down and I was finally able to breath. Then we just sat
around and talked for a good hour. And I was surprised, everyone was
really nice. Sara's mother disappeared and let the nine of us get
acquainted. At one point, Linda asked the girls to please keep our
secret and everyone agreed that they would.
As the girls were leaving, there were hugs all around and one of them
whispered to me, "You really do make a very pretty girl," and another one
said, "Don't worry your secret is safe with us," and a third whispered,
"You should have been born a girl."
After everyone was gone, I sat back in a chair and relaxed. I just
looked at Sara, Linda and Vicki. Then Vicki smiled and said, "I just
knew that they would be okay with this. Especially once they met you."
"Me too," Linda added.
"I was worried," I said. "But I guess I shouldn't have been."
When Sara and I were alone, I told her that one of the girls had said,
that I should have been born a girl. She looked at me and said, "No way
lover. I love you the way you are."
"But," I said, "I've been a girl for a week. Do you... you want me to
stay this way?"
"No.... Actually I miss Peter a lot. But Becka is really fun."
Tuesday - Some Glue
Tuesday, Sara and I went to the mall for a little window shopping. And
of course that turned into some real shopping. I ended up with another
pair of really cute wedges with a three inch heel, a half inch platform
and a zipper up the front. I think I'm going to wear those when we drive
to West Point. Sara also got herself a cute pair of wedges with a four
inch heel and a one inch platform. As we were paying for them, she
grinned and said, "I've got to buy higher heels then you do, so you don't
tower over me."
I smiled at her and said, "You would have to wear four inch heels to be
just as tall as I am in stocking feet."
I'm no giant at five-eight, but she's only five-four.
We were sitting at the food court, having a drink and I said, "You know.
Mrs. Shelby said that if my forms could be attached, that it might be a
good idea to do it."
"Did she say why?" Sara asked.
"She said something about them falling out."
"That wouldn't be good. Maybe it's because the dress is strapless on one
side. How do the forms feel when you're wearing them with the corset?"
"They don't feel as secure as they do in a regular bra."
"We could stop by the costume shop and see what they say."
Forty-five minutes later we were pulling into the costume shop where we'd
purchased my forms. We walked in and actually found the same clerk who
had sold us the forms. She looked at me, then said, "I remember you.
You're the one that's going to be a bridesmaid. Are you really going to
do it?"
"On Saturday."
"Wow! So, what can I do for you?"
"I remember you telling us that the forms could be attached and the seam
almost hidden. Am I right?" I asked.
"Yes. They can be attached. Want to do it?"
"I'd like to try."
"Let me get a few things and I'll show you how. Follow me."
We followed her to a case where she picked up a small box and a spray
can. Then we went to a changing room. And as she closed the door, she
asked, "Is your chest shaved?"
"Yes. Actually waxed."
"Good. You need to be, to do this properly. Now, take off your blouse,
leave your bra on and give me your forms."
I removed my blouse. Then handed the clerk my forms. "Now," she said,
"slip your arms out of your bra straps, so that we can fold your bra
down."
I did as she asked. Then she talked as she worked and told us what she
was doing. She took a wipe, that she said would help the adhesive adhere
to my body and went over where she was going to place the forms on my
chest. Then she took a strong medical adhesive spray and sprayed it on
the back of the forms and let it get tacky. Then she took each form, one
at a time and pressed them on my chest and twisted them around a bit to
transfer some of the adhesive to my skin. Then she removed them and
resprayed the backs of the forms.
Once both my skin and the forms were tacky, she took the forms, one at a
time and pressed them firmly to my chest. Then she pulled my bra up to
support the form and told us that after twenty minutes or so I could go
braless if I wanted to.
Then I asked her the sixty-four thousand dollar question, "How do I
remove them?"
She smiled and said, "Wait a few weeks for the adhesive to break down."
"What!?"
Still grinning, she said, "Or, find an edge and carefully peel the form
away from your skin. And you can use an adhesive remover to help remove
it. Then, be sure to clean both your skin and the forms with the
adhesive remover."
"So, these will stay on for a while?"
"Yes, maybe a week or two. You can do basically anything with them
attached, go swimming, take a shower and stuff like that. And you can
sleep in them if you want to."
Sara looked at the forms and asked, "Can the seam be hidden?"
"Well. Not really hidden, but maybe camouflaged a bit. The biggest
problem is the forms don't exactly match your skin coloring. They're
close, but not quit the same. What I'd suggest, is that you wear a bra
that completely covers them. You're thin, so creating cleavage with the
forms and the correct bra won't work. The bra you're wearing does a good
job of hiding the fact that you're wearing forms."
I looked at Sara and said, "I wonder if the corset will stay up and keep
them covered?"
"You're wearing a corset?" the girl asked.
"Yes."
"That's cool. You know you could use some double sided tape to hold the
corset's bra cups in place. Just be sure it's on your skin and not the
forms."
When we checked out, we had a can of medical adhesive, a can of adhesive
remover, a box of the wipes and some double sided tape. And as we were
leaving, the girl asked, "When's the wedding?"
"Saturday at West Point," Sara said.
"You guys have fun."
"Oh we will."
"Oh. And by the way. You can sleep in those forms. And if you do, be
sure to wear a sleep bra."
As we got in the car, Sara asked, "Do we need to get you a sleep bra?"
"I don't know," I replied. "Do we?"
"Do you want to take them off every night and reattach them every
morning?"
A short time later I had a sleep bra and we were heading home.
That night, it was interesting as I was getting ready for bed. When I
took my bra off, the forms felt really heavy on my chest. And when I
took my shower, the way the forms moved took some getting use. I was
also glad I had the sleep bra on that night. But I couldn't sleep on my
stomach, as I like to do.
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