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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 5
Our house is in a reasonably quiet suburb of the city. As I stepped
outside onto the path, I suddenly felt the eyes of the entire
neighbourhood were looking at me. "Oh, god, Elaine, this is terrifying!"
I whispered.
Elaine gave my arm a quick squeeze. "Carolyn, you look great, you really
do. If anyone is watching, they'll be seeing a tall, slim woman leaving
the house with me. They'll assume you're a friend of mine, which is
perfectly true! Just try to keep calm, remember everything Julie and I
taught you about how to move, and you'll be fine."
"OK," I said. I opened the car door and climbed into the passenger seat
as Elaine took the wheel.
"When you go to see your dad -- I mean, Samantha -- tomorrow," she said,
"you'll need to wear flat shoes for driving. You're doing brilliantly in
your heels, but driving in them when you're not used to them is too
dangerous."
"Right," I said. "I'll wear my trainers. Unless Julie's bought me a pair
of women's ballet flats?"
Elaine laughed. "No, I don't think she has. Julie's very much a
skyscraper heel kind of girl. I don't think flat shoes are part of her
fashion philosophy at all!"
Elaine eased the car out of the street and into the main road. The
traffic was very light, and we were soon out of the city entirely. "Where
are we going?" I asked.
"Pelworth," Elaine answered. "It's a pleasant evening for a walk. We can
have a wander around the streets for twenty minutes, then go home."
Pelworth was a small village about seven miles away. It consisted of a
dozen or so rows of terraced houses, a pub, a convenience store, and a
golf club. The streets of Pelworth looked deserted, which suited me
perfectly. Elaine drove along the main road and pulled into the small car
park next to the Boar's Head pub. "Elaine," I said, a little alarmed.
"This is the pub car park. We're not going into the pub, are we?"
"Of course not," Elaine said. "I'm just parking here for twenty minutes.
It's not as if it's busy. There's only one other car here. Come on,
Carolyn, out you get!"
I took another in what seemed like a long series of deep breaths, and
opened the car door. I was careful to swing both legs out at the same
time, planting my feet on the ground and sliding across the seat to lift
myself out. "I'm impressed," Elaine whispered. "We didn't teach you how
to get in and out of a car. Well done!"
A surge of self-satisfaction ran through me, and I was mildly surprised
to realise that I was beginning to enjoy the evening's adventure. I slung
my handbag over my shoulder, and joined Elaine to begin our walk.
As we left the car park, we were passed by a man on his way in towards
the pub. He was wearing a blue bow-tie. I guessed he was about our own
age, mid-forties to fifty. "Good evening, ladies," he said. "Not stopping
for a drink?"
"No," replied Elaine. "We're just out for a walk."
"That's a pity," said the man. "Not often we get young ladies in the
Boar's Head. Very attractive young ladies too, if you don't mind me
saying so."
The thoughts in my head at that precise moment were, "Oh, good god, we're
being chatted up! I can't believe this! I wish the ground would open up
and swallow me." But, for some strange and totally inexplicable reason,
what I actually said was, "No, I don't mind at all."
I could sense Elaine shooting me a glance of astonishment. "Well," she
said to the man, "we might pop in for a quick one before we go home."
With that, Elaine gave my arm a gentle but firm tug.
As soon as we had turned the corner into the next street, Elaine burst
out laughing. "We definitely didn't teach you how to flirt, either!"
"I wasn't flirting!" I said, flustered.
"Oh, Carolyn! Come on, what did you think you were doing? That guy was
paying you a compliment, and you went for it like anything! Top marks for
the voice, though. Very seductive and feminine!"
I suddenly felt very warm. As I listened to the clip-clip-clip of my
footsteps on the pavement, a thought occurred to me. "Elaine," I said.
"You weren't being serious when you told him we might pop into the pub
for a drink later, were you?"
"No," she replied. "I just said that to get rid of him. Unless, of
course, you're feeling courageous enough to want to go in? Do you?"
"Certainly not!" I replied. We continued to walk along the dimly-lit
streets of the village. With a start, I realised that deep down I did
want to go into the pub. I wanted to be seen by people in my alter-ego as
Carolyn Philippa Ellsbrough. I wanted to be spoken to and be complimented
as a woman. I wanted to be bought a drink by a man. I wanted a man to
chat me up. I wanted...
I shook my head to clear it of the train of thought that had suddenly
appeared. Dear god, what just happened there?
Elaine sensed my unease. "Are you OK, Carolyn?" she asked.
"Yes, I think so. It's just..."
"You're surprised that you're enjoying yourself? Is that it?"
"Well... yes. I suppose so. I've never done anything like this before,
Elaine. You know that. I still can't quite believe I'm doing it now. It's
such a strange feeling."
"Describe it."
"What?" I said.
"Tell me what you mean. Tell me how being Carolyn makes you feel inside."
"Oh, I don't think--"
"Carolyn," Elaine insisted, "tell me."
"Well," I began, "it's as if I... I'm not me. I have none of my own
cares, none of the stress. I feel like I'm floating, loose and free. I
feel like I'm someone else entirely."
Elaine smiled. "That's a common enough reaction. I've read about
transvestism in magazines. Men who dress as women feel a sense of freedom
they don't experience in their everyday lives."
"But I'm not a transvestite, Elaine!" I said, almost struggling to keep
my voice quiet.
"No, you're not," said Elaine. "What you are is a loving son. You're
prepared to resort to extreme measures to demonstrate support for your
father rather than give up on him."
I was totally confused now. "So, the feelings I'm having? How do you
explain those?"
"Charlie, you're a man walking along a village road at night, wearing a
dress, a wig, makeup and high heels. It's a completely alien experience
for you. It's bound to put thoughts in your head. It's bound to make you
feel curious about what more you might be capable of as Carolyn. A few
minutes ago, when you were shaking your head, were you fantasising about
having sex with a man?"
"Elaine! I--"
"Be honest, Charlie. Tell me the truth. I promise I won't be angry or
upset."
I closed my eyes. "The truth," I said, "is... yes, I was. But I would
never, ever do that. I'm not gay, Elaine, you must know that. We have a
daughter, for god's sake!"
"It's all right, Charlie," said Elaine, softly. "I know you're not gay.
And I do trust you. All I'm saying to you now is that I understand why
you're feeling emotions and sensations that you've never felt before.
Carolyn is an imaginary person, someone you become when you wear her
clothes and use her voice. She's not you, and you are not her. And,
before you ask; yes, I do still love you."
I trembled. "When did you become so wise? I don't deserve you."
My amazing wife chuckled. "When did you become so beautiful?"
"It was a gift," I said. "From the two most beautiful women I know.
Elaine, thank you for this chat. I think I needed to have it more than
anything else. Look, it must be getting on for half past nine. I think
I've walked enough. Shall we go back home?"
Elaine took her mobile out of her bag to check the time. "Oh, damn!" she
exclaimed. "The battery's dead. But you're right, we must've been out
long enough now. I think you've achieved more than we set out to do."
We continued to walk along the street, past the darkened windows of the
convenience store. A digital clock glowed inside the store, telling us it
was five minutes to ten. We'd been out longer than we thought.
Presently we reached the corner which would take us back to within sight
of the Boar's Head pub. The lights inside the pub were the only ones to
be seen, except for the dim streetlamps. Music could be heard coming from
within the pub. Amusingly, the track being played was "Take A Walk On The
Wild Side", by Lou Reed.
"Oh, shit!" cried Elaine. "No! It can't be!" I followed her gaze, and my
mouth gaped open.
The car park was completely empty. "The car's gone!" I said, needlessly.
"Stolen, obviously," said Elaine. "We'll have to call the police.
Carolyn, have you got your mobile with you?"
"No," I replied. "I didn't think to put it in my handbag. Sorry."
"I can hardly complain," Elaine replied. "I forgot to charge mine, and
now it's dead. Shit!"
"We could walk home," I suggested.
"You're joking! It's seven miles, and we're both wearing four inch heels!
It'd take us hours to walk home from here. Besides which, we'd be
crippled by the time we got there."
"OK," I said. "What about if we took our shoes off?"
"I'm not walking seven miles in my stockinged feet, Charlie. And neither
are you." Elaine looked at the lit windows of the pub. "Oh, shit! There's
only one thing we can do."
"You surely don't mean go into the pub, do you?" I gasped.
"Yes," Elaine replied. "They'll have a phone we can use. And in any case,
half an hour ago you were quite happy with the notion."
"That was different!" I said. "That was just a fantasy. This is the real
thing."
"There's nothing else for it. We have to go in." Elaine's mind was made
up. "Just consider it another part of your training. If you can handle
this, you can handle anything. Come on!"
We walked into the Boar's Head. Mercifully, it was almost devoid of
customers, rather like the streets of the village itself. As well as the
young barmaid, there were only three men in the bar. One was a man in his
sixties, nursing a pint of beer and reading a copy of Titbits magazine.
Near him was a man of about forty, alternating between texting on his
mobile and eyeing up the barmaid. Last was the bow-tie wearing man who
had spoken to us earlier. And as luck would have it, he spotted us coming
in.
"Hello, ladies!" he said. "Changed your minds, have you?"
"Not quite," Elaine replied, gravitating towards the bar. I followed on,
wishing I could become invisible. "Our car's been stolen from the pub car
park, you see."
"Oh, that's a bugger!" said the barmaid. "Have you phoned the police?"
"No," Elaine said. "My phone's battery's dead, and Carolyn didn't bring
her mobile with her. We were hoping there was a phone here we could use?"
"Yeah, sure," the barmaid answered, pointing to a payphone at the far end
of the bar. "Help yourself."
Elaine hurried along the bar to use the phone, leaving me standing alone.
I studied the pictures of local scenes which dotted the walls of the pub.
"Why don't you come and have a seat, love?" said Bow-tie. "Your feet must
be killing you, after trudging around in those shoes."
I could hardly just ignore the offer. Bow-tie was being friendly and
polite. And he was right about my feet. I gave him a friendly smile, and
sat down beside him.
The elder of the other two men saw this. "Looks like you've scored again,
Harry!" he called across to Bow-tie. "Careful, honey," he went on,
looking at me. "Harry's wandering hands are famous around here!" I smiled
again, and pulled the hem of my dress down towards my knees a fraction.
"Get away with you!" Harry called back. "I'll have you know, Jimmy
Dunbar, that I'm a perfect gentlemen. Especially when the lady is as
attractive as this one." Harry turned his attention back to me, and laid
one hand on my arm. "Now, can I buy you a drink, love? It'll be a while
before the police arrive. You and your friend might as well make
yourselves comfortable."
Oh, dear god! Now I was in deep trouble. My earlier fantasy was rapidly
coming true. I had walked into the pub. I was being spoken to and
complimented as a woman. I was being offered a drink. And I was
definitely being chatted up. I smiled again, and was about to speak when
Elaine's voice came to my rescue.
"That's very kind of you, Harry," she said, sitting down next to me.
"We'll each have a dry white wine, please."
"I will be back in a moment," said Harry, heaving himself up from his
chair and swaying to the bar.
Elaine was looking at me, a big grin on her face. "What's so funny?" I
whispered.
"You are, Carolyn," she replied. "I was watching you while I was on the
phone to the police. You were vamping it up like a true pro. Did you
realise you were even fiddling with your hair? It's a classic come-on to
any man. They'll be here in about half an hour, by the way. The police,
that is."
At that moment, Harry returned with our drinks and a pint of beer for
himself. "Here we are," he said, sitting down so that I was between him
and Elaine. "Now ladies, might I be so bold as to ask your names?"
"I'm Elaine," said Elaine.
"And I'm Carolyn," I said, remembering to speak in a softer and slightly
higher voice.
"Carolyn," said Harry. "Now that is a lovely name. A lovely name for a
lovely lady. My name is Harold Moffat. All my friends call me Harry.
Cheers!" Harry lifted his glass towards me. Elaine and I clinked our wine
glasses against his. "Cheers, Harry," we said in unison.
This night was beginning to seem like it would never end. And we still
had an interview with the police to come. For the time being, at least,
it looked like Carolyn was putting on a convincing show.
Harry was drunk, but quite good company. He was clearly interested in me
more than in Elaine, and Jimmy Dunbar's comment about "Harry's wandering
hands" was proved correct. Whenever Harry wanted to emphasise something
he was talking about, his right hand would settle on the top of my thigh,
lingering just long enough to be overly-friendly, but not long enough to
be a nuisance. Harry emphasised many things during our half-hour chat.
Elaine just smiled a lot.
Presently the unmistakeable flashing of blue lights at the window
signalled the arrival of the police. As Elaine and I finished our drinks,
two police officers, a man and a woman, entered the pub. This was it, I
thought. Dealing with three harmless drinkers in a village pub was one
thing. Being publicly outed as a tranny by the police was not what I had
hoped for or expected from this evening. I took yet another deep breath,
and prepared myself for my humiliation.
"Mrs Ellsbrough?" said the male officer to Elaine.
"Yes," replied Elaine, clearly as nervous as I was.
The female officer looked at me. "And your name... Miss?" There was a
brief but sympathetic smile on her lips. The male officer winked at me,
and gave a friendly, lop-sided grin.
The phrase "British police are wonderful" is an old clich?, and one
which, sadly, is not always true. However, the two officers who stood
before Elaine and I in the Boar's Head were as wonderful as it gets. "My
name is Carolyn," I replied. "Carolyn Philippa Ellsbrough."
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