Stories I like In The Blink Of An Eye
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My girlfriend called me, and while I was mostly listening to her, I
couldn't help but hear all her complaining as something beneath me. I
got into me car, and internally complained, "Ugh! I wish daddy had
gotten me something nicer..." I transitioned to the Bluetooth in my car to
continue my conversation with the girl. She was going on about how she'd
had such a terrible day at work, and I wanted nothing more than to rip
her a new one. She had some bad customer in her retail job? Yeah, well,
I just lost a promotion that would have contributed to our future. Girls
don't really get it sometimes.
I pulled out of the parking lot and started to head towards home. I
continued listening to her diatribe about how some person slighted her at
the checkout stand. I tried so hard not to tell her that her job was
meaningless, but instead I found myself again thinking of that girl in
the car while she droned on. Her soft smile, her golden hair, and her
perkiness made me grin despite the pointless conversation I was having.
"This is my life," I thought. I was so hesitant to tell her that I'd
lost the promotion that would have changed our lives. I wanted so much
to tell her. Perhaps that would finally push her over the edge, and I'd
be able to get rid of her. But it was always about her. It would always
be her, and I couldn't take it much longer.
In all the years I'd been dating them, I never really understood girls
and their emotional responses. Was it their hormones that made them more
emotional? I had really no idea. Finally, my girlfriend stopped going
on about her problems and I really didn't have the heart or the will to
bring up my lack of promotion. Instead, I thought back to the carefree
attitude all those girls seemed to have in that car. We said our
"goodbyes" and hung up.
I got back to my apartment complex, trudged up the stairs, and took out
my keys. Inserting I them into the lock, I noticed that there was a
weird, metallic, pink heart hanging from the keychain. I brought the keys
into the light near the door, and found the heart sparkled with a glitter
that coated it. Upon closer inspection, I saw an inscription on it that
read, "Hailey and Brittany, BFFs for Life!" Momentarily, I'd thought I'd
somehow grabbed the wrong keys, but there next to the heart were both the
keys to my car and apartment.
Not really knowing what to do, I just simply unlocked the door and went
inside. Immediately, I went to the kitchen, grabbed the scotch from the
cabinet above the sink, and poured myself a glass. I did one shot and
then poured myself another. Sitting down on the couch, I turned on the TV
and started up Netflix. While browsing around, I noticed a lot of my
suggestions had changed. On top of that, it looked like I had last been
watching a show called "Pretty Little Liars." "Did my account get mixed
up with someone else's?" I thought.
I wasn't really thinking about it, and found myself turning on an
episode. Pulling out my iPad with a pink cover, I turned it on to open
Safari and started browsing. It wasn't long before my thoughts started
drifting to that blonde girl again. But this time, I started noticing
other things from my memory: her eye makeup, the sheen of her lip gloss,
the cute white top she was wearing, and, most notably, her hairstyle.
I started looking up different hair styles on Google while the girly show
played in the background. I wasn't completely paying attention to it, but
found I was enjoying it whenever I looked up for a moment or two. The one
girl had some colored streaks in her hair. I thought I might like to try
some color myself, and added that to my search. On top of that, I found
myself going back to Pinterest to check out that outfit I'd seen this
morning. It was time to do some shopping, and I was oddly exciting,
giggling to myself at the thought.
Trying to find all the right pieces, I grabbed the jacket and dress from
Express, the socks and boots from Forever 21, and I didn't really need
the tights since I knew I had some already. "What girl doesn't have
black tights?" I stated to myself. The thought of tights sent a thrill
down my back. I'd always had a secret fetish for them whenever I'd seen
young women, just out of college, in the office wear them, or my
girlfriend. But now it was a little different. The very thought of
wearing them seemed like kind of a turn on. I'm not even sure where that
thought had even come from, but I was certainly not a crossdresser.
With the outfit ordered, and the show over, I took a look at the clock at
the top of the iPad which showed 11:00 PM. "Time for me to get to bed,"
I figured. I proceeded to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I put some
paste on a pink toothbrush, I did a double take in the mirror. Not only
did my hair appear shaggier than it had at work, but now it seemed to
have lightened in color.
So many strange things had occurred today. I brushed my teeth, and
thought back to the last couple of hours, even. I'd watched some girl's
television program, and ordered girl's clothing without even thinking a
thing about it. "What the fuck is going on with me?!" were among the
hundreds of thoughts running through my mind. I spit out the paste from
my mouth and rinsed. I figured the stress from work must be getting to
me.
Heading over to my bedroom, I was tired, just so tired. All I wanted to
do was sleep and forget about the day. The scotch I'd been drinking
earlier had served as a good night cap, and I was practically out like a
light the moment my head hit the pillow. But that wasn't before I
thought of those girls once more as I drifted into sleep. Going off into
dreamland, the scene with the blonde I'd had this morning seemed to
continue on. She blew me that kiss from my memories, but now she
beckoned me towards her with a motion of her finger. As I transitioned
into my dreams, I followed her.
In my subconscious, I floated away from my own car, and into the girls'
vehicle to become a fifth passenger. I wound up in the middle of the
back seat with the blonde to my left and a brunette in a cheerleading
uniform to the right of me. Looking over to the left, I saw the blonde
looking out the window with a bored look on her face. She had on a
blank, white V-cut top that flattered her young breasts, denim shorts,
purple tights, and black Chucks. A black, zippered hoodie laid next to
her. "In case she gets cold," I figured. Her legs were crossed as she
mindlessly twirled a strand of her hair in her left hand.
Almost entirely unsure what to do at this point, I poked the blonde in
the arm, and she looked over and smiled. "What's up, Brittany?" she
simply said. I didn't really know how to respond. Without notice, I
cheerfully said, "I like your outfit today. It's totally cute!" She
smiled that smile I'd been seeing all day in my mind, distracting me from
the fact that I'd just spoken without my own will. She then replied,
"Thanks! Your Pinterest board really inspired me! And you're looking
awesome as always..." I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but then I
looked down.
Instead of the gray polo shirt and khakis I'd worn to work that day, I
saw something completely different. Looking down, I saw immediately I
was wearing a dress. It was black with a floral design that was tied at
the waist with a brown belt higher up than I was accustomed to. On top
of the dress was a soft and light cream-colored cardigan that covered my
arms and upper body. Despite appearing embarrassingly as a man in these
clothes, none of the girls in the car seemed to mind. Sitting up, I was
significantly taller than them, and I felt cramped in the middle seat. I
didn't know what to think of this, but these girls didn't seem to think a
thing of some guy wearing a dress on their commute to school.
Suddenly, I felt my legs move on their own and a sensation of incredibly
soft fabric rubbing on them. Looking down further, I'd found that my
legs had crossed themselves at the thigh. It was just the same as the
other girls to the right and left of me. In a way, it seemed natural and
right, and made me feel more comfortable. Somehow, I knew it was an
action ingrained into me since I was a little girl. "You don't want some
boy to see up your skirt," my mother had taught me.
It was then I noticed my legs were encased in cream sweater tights with
bit of a pattern extending down. Since it was fall, and there being a
chill in the air, I knew I didn't want to get chilled wearing a dress
meant for spring or summer. A brief thought in my mind told me I'd done
an "Outfit of the Day" video on YouTube speaking on the topic of how to
use a spring/summer dress for the fall and winter by adding tights.
I rubbed my legs together, up and down, while still keeping them crossed.
It made me happy in a way that I couldn't describe. The feeling of these
tights, their pattern and fabric, truly made me feel girly. It made a
grin come to my face as I suppressed a giggle. Below that, I idly kicked
my foot to see I saw I was wearing brown boots, with a chunky heel, that
came over my calves with buckles at the top.
As we approached the high school which the girls and, apparently, I
attended, I felt a bit of anxiety. I started playing with a strand of my
hair nervously. It made me notice that during our ride my hair had grown
down to my chin and was just as blonde as the girl's next to me. I
wasn't sure what the anxiousness was from, but with our arrival, all the
girls got out, and I followed. Moving from the middle seat, I made sure
my dress didn't hike up as I got out the car with a newfound sense of
modesty.
I stood there in the parking lot for a moment, looking at the same school
building I knew I'd attended years ago, but now that felt like a lost
memory in the back of my mind. I found myself speaking with the blonde,
"Hailey, I don't know if, like, John will ask me out. I'm really
nervous!" I said, bending down slightly at the knees. She just smiled
and gave me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, hon. You're
so totally gorgeous. He'd be crazy not to." Then she leaned back and
gave me another of those teasing winks. "You're, like, the best
girlfriend, Hailey! Thanks for being so supportive!" I said back.
Something then sparked in my mind, "Hailey! That's the girl from the
keychain!" but I couldn't quite manage to ask her about what was going
on.
Despite her comforts, my single status truly felt like a valid concern to
my girlish heart. It was as though I knew that it was wrong, but part of
me also knew that John was a guy I wanted as my boyfriend. Despite my
feminine feelings and mindset, I was still a guy at 28 wearing a dress
and tights. It was like living a life that I knew nothing about, but
parts of me had these memories to guide me.
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