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The Center Pass Belladonna A smile came across Les's face as he caught a glimpse of Holly sauntering out through the front door of their school. It was not long before the school year would start anew, and he had walked to the school to watch her sign up for the field hockey team. It was nothing but a formality. Holly signed up every year. She had made the Varsity team as a freshman, so there was no doubt she would returning as a sophomore. Les was somewhat jealous of her for it. He had played the sport in his native Scotland since he was young. He had more years of the sport under his belt than Holly did, but she was the one who had a chance to play. While Les was aware of boy's teams in the United States, he was not close enough to any of them to get the chance to play competitively. The closest he got to the field was practicing against Holly and her friends in their yards from time to time. The girls liked playing against him. While he was short and thin for a boy of his age, he was fast and agile. He tested the girls by being better than virtually all of the opponents they got to face on game days. Les' speed was what had gotten him through his years of playing in Scotland. He was never one of the stronger players, but he was able to elude his opponents to get the ball to an open teammate and create separation for his own shots on goal. Les was also under no illusions that he would ever close the physical strength gap with the other boys. He knew there was a reason that his father was an international businessman who made a living with his mind, instead of a man who worked with his hands. Having seen his father's success dwarf that of his childhood friend's parents, Les figured that it was better to be smart than strong if it came down to a choice between the two. Holly walked towards him clutching a permission slip in her hand. Les gave her a curious look while he asked, "Did yer parents not sign it?" "No. They did," Holly replied with a smile. The smile warmed Les' heart. He was infatuated with the girl, even if her signals to him were often mixed. Sometimes she was merely friendly, while other times she hinted she was open to something more. "Why did ye get that?" Les asked, struggling to find the proper English words that American's could understand. He often had difficult locating them when he was excited. Being with Holly by itself, was often enough to stir his emotions. Holly continued to smile as she answered, "It's for a friend." "Who?" "You." "Me?" "Why don't you join the team this year? We both know you'd be great at it," Holly answered while she handed Les the permission slip. "I can't...," Les answered as he took the slip from her soft hands. "But you said that you were really good," Holly replied. "I was good, but it's a girls sport here." "A girl is in our football team..."' "Aye, but she's a girl. It doesn't change the game when a girl plays on a boy's team." "But you'll change the game?" Holly asked with a hint of incredulousness. "I dinnae want to affect the game," Les admitted. "Do you know how big the guy we scrimmaged against from Massachusetts was?" "Naw." "He was 6'2."" "Whit, was he a football player?" Les asked, turning his nose at the thought of a skirted, hairy-legged goliath facing off against Holly and her teammates. "Ex-real football player," Holly noted to tease him. "Whit did he dae?" "He dominated us." "See, thon's unfair," Les replied before he added, "Cause his parents didnae hae the good sense to stop him, he takes over the game." "Oh, all of our parents wanted to kill him." "Because they know he shouldn't be oot there," Les stressed. "Yes, but you're different." "Why?" Holly raised her eyebrows before she gave him a disbelieving stare. She knew that he had to be aware of the reason. Les met her gaze and knew where she was going. He shook his head as he said, "Just because I'm not big, doesn't mean I won't change the game." "Hold on," Holly said while she brought up a picture of the state champions from the prior year on her phone. "Do you see this?" Holly asked while she showed him the team photograph that was dominated by a hulking male figure in the middle of the back row. "Jesus, look at the size of thon guy!" "He was listed as 6'5" and 250 pounds!" "How is thon fair?" Les shrieked. "That's a game changer, not you." "I'm still a guy." "Les, at least a third of the girls on our team are bigger you." "Taller aye, heavier aye, but not stronger," Les retorted, disliking Holly's continued assaults on his masculinity. Realizing that she was offending him, Holly recalibrated her comment as she said, "What I am saying is he's a game changer. You can't change the game anymore that he did. So, why can't we have a ringer too?" "I couldn't stop thon guy," Les admitted. "You don't need to. You just need to play." "Everyone's going make fun of me!" "Everyone makes fun of your voice!" "Aye, but that's okay." "No one's going to make fun of you for playing!" "Aye, right! Yer aff yer heid." "I don't know what that means, Les." "Naw, fucking chance," Les clarified. "Well, alright, some people might make fun of you for wearing skirt..." "Might?" Les replied with a laugh. "Okay, will, but...in time," Holly responded with a repetitive series of nods before continuing, "in time...it'll become just something that is." "I suppose," Les admitted. "Don't you want to spend more time with me?" Holly asked, knowing that it was fruitful area to help draw him in. "Wouldn't be the worst thing?" Les replied with a smile. "Don't you want to show me your skills?" "I can dae thon without joining." "It's not the same as in the game. That's at a different speed." "I suppose..." "You know it would mean a lot to me. I want to win the division at least once." Les nodded at her words. He knew that Holly was competitive. It was part of what he liked about the girl. "I got to talk to my parents." "I'm sure they'll be okay with it." "I dinnae know aboot thon." "Just ask them. The worst they can say is no." Les nodded before Holly's mother pulled beside them in her car. Holly hugged him goodbye before Les started the short walk to his home. Les went and started to do his chores. After he finished, his parents came home in the evening. While his mother came home first, Les decided to wait and ask his father and mother together. Once his father came home, they ate dinner. After dinner, Les got up, turned to his father and said, "I'm thinking aboot playing Field Hockey." "Kay." "I was thinking aboot doing it this year," Les added to make his point clear. "Here?" Alistair asked for clarification "Aye, at school." "In a skirt?" "Thon's just part of the uniform," Les answered while squirming as he admitted what he would be wearing. "Playing in a skirt wouldn't make ye riddy? It'd make me riddy," Alistair retorted. "I'm sure I'd be embarrassed at first, but thon'll fade," Les countered his father. "Boy ye haiver." "Ah umnae." "Yer bum's oot the windae," Alistair said with a laugh. "Ah umnae!" Les replied. "Aye, ye are," Alistair replied. "I want to play. Ye said we're going back before I graduate. I dinnae want to hae not played for three years. I want to hae a chance to make the team." Alistair considered his son's position and understood. He did not want his son's skill and love for the game to atrophy. Alistair nodded as he said, "Ye got your bonnie lassie on the team, dinnae ye, eh?" Les nodded in reply before Alistair laughed and signed the permission slip. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Les presented the coach with the permission slip. Coach Forrest looked it over. She scrunched her face before she inquired, "Do you know what you'll be signing up for?" Les nodded. "You know the game day uniform?" Les nodded again. "I can't stop you. If you want to try out, you're allowed to try out..." "Thon's all I want," Les responded while he stretched from side to side in his gym shorts. "You know that the other students are going to make fun of you." "They already dae," Les admitted. Coach Forrest laughed to herself, knowing it was true. She knew the boy was also well liked among his peers. "I can take it, Coach," Les said. "Alright. Get on out there," Coach Forrest replied while she set him out onto the field to practice with the players. Les went up to the girls and saw Holly smiling as she greeted him. She had already told the other girls that she had convinced him to join them. Many of the girls were excited about the prospect, wanting a boy of their own to close the gap with the other schools they played had. While some wanted a larger boy, most were content given Holly and a few other teammates' description of Les' skills. For his part, Les enjoyed stretching with the girls who were wearing short, athletic shorts to practice in the warm morning sunshine. He enjoyed the view of most of them, but none more than of Holly. As the girls and Les finished stretching, the coaches setup cones. Coach Forrest called for the groups' attention before she told them they would be doing a drill with the cones. Les listened to her instructions, knowing the drill from his previous experiences. "Les, why don't you go first," Coach Forrest said, wanting him to show her what he had at the start. Les nodded while he took the ball from the coach. Les dribbled the ball approaching the first cone before he made a quick jab step. Coach Forrest and his potential teammates watched while Les maintained control of the ball around the cones before alternating to the other side of the pylons. 'Why couldn't he have been a girl?' Coach Forrest thought, wishing that she could keep a player with his skills on the team without the inevitable criticism she was going to get from some of parents for giving a girl's spot away to a more deserving boy. As other players were put through the drill, Les and one of the prior year's starters joined an assistant to go through a scoop drill. Les was given the ball. While he approached the defender, Les slowed the ball down and dropped his right shoulder and left hand as the ball reached the stick. Les lifted the ball high enough to jump her stick, while maintaining control of the ball while he passed her. The assistant complimented Les before she gave Coach Forrest a nod. Les was then put through a one-handed speed dribble with Coach Forrest, followed by passing and attack drills. She shook her head at his speed and proficiency. As they practiced passing, Les never missed an open teammate on the ground or in the air while he passed to them from between the various cones that the coaches set up for them to work within. When the practice proceeded to distance shooting, Les only further separated himself from the girls by how hard he struck the ball. As the remaining days of practice before the start of the school year continued, Les' well-practiced abilities continued to be put on display. Through drills and scrimmaging, Les proved him as adept at defensive tactics as he was at offense. Coach Forrest easily concluded that he was the best player on the team and his shots were harder than even the girls who had six inches and over fifty pounds on him. His speed and agility were unmatched as well. When cut day came, there was no surprise that Les made the Varsity team with ease. Some of the girls that did not make the team grumbled about the outcome, many being sure that they were the odd girl out. The girls left on the team, however, were happy to have him as a teammate since they felt it made them a more probable contender for the division title. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- By the first day of school, the news that Les joined the field hockey team had made its way around the school. As he expected, Les received some teasing from his classmates over the decision. Les weathered the jokes, and they largely died down as the first week of school came and went. When the morning of the first game day arrived, Les was excited to get out onto the field, even if he loathed the prospect of doing it in a skirted uniform. After he finished his short walk to school that Saturday morning, Les went into the boys' locker room and put on the tank top of the uniform. He tied his long blonde hair back in a low ponytail, which he did for every physical activity in which he participated. Les eyes fixated on the skirt of the uniform as he pulled down his basketball shorts. He hated the idea of wearing it, but he knew everyone in the school had come to expect that this moment would happen. Despite his parents' knowledge of what he was doing, he had asked them not to come. He did not want to deal with the comments he was sure his father would have for him for playing in a skirt, but Coach Forrest had told him it was too late to change the uniform for this year. Les was left slightly happy that they would be shifting to shorts the following year if he joined the team again, but he knew that it was too far in the future to help him in the here and now. Les then stepped into the pleated skirt and drew it up his legs before he pulled the elastic waistband to meet his waist. He bent down and put on his shin guards and matching knee socks. After he stepped into his cleats, he grabbed his stick and goggles and headed for the stairs. Walking out of the locker room, the school was largely empty while he strolled out if in the skirted uniform for the first time. His mind tried to put aside the jokes he was going to withstand from his teammates and adversaries and focus on the game. As Les neared the sidelines, he saw many of his teammates stretching. Les joined them while they looked him over. The comments were relatively subdued from his teammates. He wondered if Coach Forrest had told them to keep any comments about his skirt to a minimum so as to not to affect his focus. After stretching with the rest of his team, Coach Forrest called for the team to huddle together. Les listened to the woman's speech before they were sent out to play the game. Les pulled his goggles down as he positioned himself as the team's starting right wing, while Holly settled in as one of the midfielders. The opponents started with the ball and brought it up field. Les did his best to steal it from the other side, but the team got a shot on the goal. When his team got the ball's rebound off their goalie, the ball was passed over to Les. Les passed the ball back to the left-winger before it made its way back to him goal and shot it past the keeper. His teammates descended upon Les for the celebration before they set up again. Les stole the ball from a girl and took it up the field. While he went to shoot in the circle, a defender hit him with a high stick to change the course of the shot. The penalty was called instantly while Les winced in pain. After Les waved off the coaches, the team lined up for the penalty corner shot. An attacker hit the ball outside the circle before Holly put the ball into the circle and passed it to Les. As another one of his shots hit the back of the net, Les' teammates gathered around him again. Still, Les could see the looks on the other team's faces. He knew that they felt the advantage he was giving his team was unfair. He felt that they were right, but he did not want to let Holly down. While Les eased up for the rest of the half, his team never surrendered the two-goal advantage. When halftime came, one of the girls who had been on the bench looked at him and said, "You really fit in out there." Coach Forrest overheard the girl and shot her a glare, even though she felt that given Les' stature and ponytail, he largely looked indistinguishable from the girls on the field. Les rested with Holly and a few of the other girls before they were sent back out for the second half of the game. Their school continued to dominate the game even with Les refraining from taking shots, settling on setting up opportunities for his teammates for the remainder of the game. After slapping hands with the players from the team they had beaten, Les made his way over to the sidelines with the rest of his teammates. As he neared it, he heard one of the parents say to the girl next to him, "Where is the boy?" The girl did not even look at Les to notice his blushing as she lied to her mother, "Oh, he didn't make the cut." Les stared at the girl and her parents, wondering if they really could not tell he was a boy. It seemed implausible to him. While the girl left with her parents, Coach Forrest walked over to Les and congratulated him on his game. Les thanked her before she said, "Don't let the teasing get to you." "I haven't," Les replied with a smile. "You know that you're not the first guy on a girls' team." "Oh, I know. I know all aboot last year's champs and thon guy you played from Massachusetts." "No. It's been going on for way longer than that." "Talking aboot the East Germans, are ye?" Les asked. "No. Those were actually women...just on...drugs," Coach Forrest answered with a cringe before she continued, "My husband was telling me about Smoky Joe Wood. He got his start as a Bloomer Girl." "Is thon an underwear model?" "No. They were girl baseball players. He was impersonating one of the girls." "I'm not impersonating a girl," Les whined as Holly laughed, overhearing his complaint. "I didn't mean it that way," Coach Forrest hurried to explain herself. "He should be ashamed," Les responded. "I'm pretty sure he's dead, so I don't think that's an issue." "Wait, when did girls play baseball?" Les inquired. "They used to before softball," Coach Forrest answered with an assumption. "Alright," Les said with a shrug before adding, "Who's Smoky Joe? Was he a singer?" "He was a professional baseball player," Coach Forrest explained, not getting anymore than that from her baseball coach husband. "Does he play thon bear on TV that telt me to not start forest fires?" "No. It's a different person. I'm pretty sure. I'm fairly certain he's dead," Coach Forrest answered. "The bear's dead?" "Probably the original bear, but definitely the player," Coach Forrest responded before she said goodbye to talk to other players. As Coach Forrest left him, Holly hurried over to Les and put her arm around his shoulder. As they walked, Holly teased with a smile, "I bet you could impersonate a girl." "Funny." "No. I'm serious. People weren't able to tell you were a boy out there." "It's the light hair," Les countered before he continued, "If I had thick, dark leg hair, everyone would know." "But that's not you," Holly retorted with a grin. "They could tell. They were just teasing me with..." Les replied before trailing off, hoping that it was the case. He was sure that some of the parents were likely unhappy that he had kept one girl off the varsity team by the virtue of his inclusion. "Not a chance," Holly teased. "Are ye oot yer head?" Les inquired. "I'm not crazy. I'm telling you, you could so do it." "No way." "Just let me make you over. I make you a believer." "Oh, gonnae no' dae that!" "Why not?" "Why would I?" Les retorted as he bent down to put his basketball shorts on under his skirt. "You'd look great." "The hell I would!" "Come on, it would be a lot of fun. It'd be just you and me," Holly said as she nuzzled up next to him. Les winced as he felt compelled to go along with her. His desire for her was not something that would let him push her away. "If we make it quick..." "We have to. I've got to get to work in a little bit." "Like it's a real job," Les replied as he pulled his skirt off before they started towards the school's locker rooms to change out of their uniforms. "It's a real job. I go to work and get paid," Holly retorted. "Ye dae Princess Parties!" "We do work with those girls. I love it. It's a lot of fun," Holly said before they parted to get changed into their street clothes. Once Les finished, he waited outside the girls' locker room for Holly. Holly resumed her explanation of her job while they started towards her mother's car. Once they got there, she asked if Les could join them. The woman agreed, but she reminded her daughter that she had to make the half mile walk to work in the afternoon. Holly acknowledged the comment before she turned her attention to talking with Les throughout the car ride. Once they reached the house, Les followed Holly up the stairs to her room. While Les followed behind her, the woman shouted up the stairs, "Keep your door open." "Mom!" Holly protested. "That's not a request," her mother rejoined. "I guess thon ends thon," Les noted with a shrug. "No way," Holly said with a shake of her head. "She could walk in at anytime!" Les protested. "We'll just be quiet and quick about the whole thing." Les shook his head before she added, "Even if she walked in, who cares? Who's she going to tell?" Les nodded, understanding her point before Holly turned her attention to his hair. She began to run a brush through it before she parted his hair to the right. She took a 2-inch section of his hair at the hairline and divided it into three pieces. Les watched Holly in the mirror over her dresser while the girl began to french braid his hair by crossing the back piece over the middle. Les' eyes fixated on Holly's skilled hands while she kept crossing his hair and bringing in large sections of hair as she went along. She continued to work on his hair in the same manner until the french braid reached his left ear. From there, she finished the lower part of the hair with a regular braid before she tied it off with a clear elastic band. Holly then gathered the remainder of his hair into a low ponytail and pulled the hair through a clear elastic band. With the hair through the band, she looped the hair band around the ponytail a second time before she pulled the loop up and pinned it against Les' head. "This seems needlessly complex," Les said while he continued to watch Holly working on his hair. "No one ever said being a girl was simple," Holly chided. "Naw. Yer pains in the arses." "I think I should put a big Minnie Mouse bow in your hair," Holly retorted. "Thon's all right." "I would enjoy it," Holly said with a giggle. "I'm so sure." Smiling at Les, Holly went back to working on his hair by wrapping the hair sticking down around the bun she formed and pinning it around the elastic band. She then pinned down the remaining loose pieces to create the messy bun look she wanted to see on him. After pulling the few loose strands away from his face, Holly gently loosened Les' braid by pulling only on the braided portion. She finished his hair with a few spritzes of hair spray and said, "How does that look?" "Messy," Les replied as he gazed at his tied up hair, trying to get a good look at the messy bun behind his head. Holly did not give him much time to focus on it as she turned her attention to getting him dressed. Les watched as Holly walked over to her closet to begin to select him an outfit. "Nothing too girly," Les noted. "Oh, heaven forbid," Holly rejoined with a smile. "I dinnae want to wear a dress!" Holly nodded before Les added with haste, "Or a skirt!" "Would you stop tying my hands?" "I dinnae want to look too girly." "Interesting complaint for a boy with a french braid," Holly countered. "Ye did this," Les noted as he reached for his hair. "Don't touch the hair," Holly chided. "It's my hair," Les rejoined. "But it's my handiwork," Holly responded before she turned her attention back to the closet. Turning back to face Les, Holly inquired, "Would you prefer leggings or jeans?" "Is thon a serious question?" Les responded. "Yes," Holly answered with a peeved look. "I'll take the jeans." Holly nodded before she took hold of a pair of distressed jeans and tossed them on her bed beside Les. Les' hands reached for the zipper while Holly looked for a top to pair with it. "This will be perfect," Holly said as she pulled out a charcoal gray tunic. Holly placed the top next to the jeans before she started towards her dresser. Les gave a curious look as he asked, "Whit are ye getting at noo?" "Just underwear," Holly counseled. "Underwear?" "For what?" "To wear under your clothes," Holly teased with a smirk. "But...I'm wearing underwear." "Okay, girls' underwear," Holly said with a shake of her head while she tossed a pair of panties into his face. Les enjoyed the scent, even as he moved them away with haste. As he pulled them off his face, he saw a bra flying into his face. After lightly smacking against it, the bra fell into his lap. "How would I put this on?" "Let's start with the underwear." "Can I get a moment alone?" "Do you want me to close my eyes?" "Could ye step oot?" "I could, but I can't close the door," Holly reminded him. Les nodded before he said, "Can I put it on in the bathroom?" "What are you afraid of me seeing?" Holly inquired with a smirk. Les blushed as he said, "Nothing." "Nothing? Really? There's nothing there? You're a Ken doll!" "Naw," Les retorted with a shake of his head and blushing cheeks. "Just tell when to turn around," Holly replied. Les pulled down his shorts before he said, "Are yer eyes closed?" "Yes," Holly answered with a shake of her head. "Keep em thon way," Les replied while he pulled down his boxers before he pulled up her panties with haste. Les was surprised by how soft they felt before he reached for Holly jeans. Hearing Les put them on, Holly turned and faced him. "Woo..." Les replied with the tight jeans only half way up his legs. "What?" Holly asked with a laugh as Les tried to cover his panties covered rear with his hand and shirt. "I didnae say ye could look!" "Oh, get over yourself," Holly replied before Les told her to look away again. "Fine," Holly said with a huff and a roll of her eyes as she turned away from him. With his minimal privacy restored, Les worked the woven jeans up to his waist and struggled to fasten them over his manhood. "These dinnae fit right," Les complained. "Why?" Holly asked before turning back to face Les and cringing at the site of his package being squashed beneath the fly of her jeans. "There's got to be a better look for that," Holly noted while she went onto her laptop and looked up how cross-dressers hide their manhood. Once she found a site giving her all the advice she needed, Holly told Les how to tuck himself. Les gave her a distressed look, but he turned away to follow her instructions as she told him what to do. Les prayed that Holly's mother did not walk into the room and find him dressed in Holly's jeans and panties with his hands clasping at his manhood and testicles to situate them between his legs. He was sure that it would look like he was masturbating in her clothes if he was seen from behind. After situating his package, Les zipped up the jeans again and turned to face Holly. Les instantly noticed that they fit much better, while Holly smiled at the girlish smoothness of his crotch. "It's such a shame we're going to cover that up," Holly said with a hint of disappointed that Les' smooth front would soon be covered up by a tunic. "It's for the best," Les replied, struggling not to blush at his feminine looking crotch. Holly then told Les to take off his shirt. Les complied before she handed him a bra. Following her instructions, Les moved his arms through the straps of the bra. Holly smiled while she brought the bra towards his chest. Les enjoyed the feeling of her soft hands on his body, even as he wished it involved something other than putting on a bra over his flat chest. The smile remained on Holly's face as she brought the clasps over his chest and fastened the bra in place. "I think I'm a little small for this yin," Les joked once Holly's hands left his body. "That I can fix," Holly countered with wide eyes. Les watched with mixed feelings as Holly skipped away from him. While he loved to see her happy and excited, he was afraid about what was driving those emotions. After pulling four socks from her dresser, Holly scurried back over to Les. She filled his bra cups with two socks each before she told him to put on the tunic. Les turned and picked up the tunic and started to pull the tunic over his head. After he forced his head through the cowl neckline, he brought the tunic down over his body. As his hands worked their way down their sleeves, he was surprised to find a small hole in each sleeve. "What is this for?" Les asked as he lifted his right sleeve. "Its for your thumb. It keeps the sleeve in place when you lift your arms," Holly explained. Les shook his head as he put his thumbs through the thumbholes. Les flexed his fingers. He felt that his hands felt odd with the piece of fabric separating his thumbs from his other fingers. He tried to ignore the feeling while he continued to adjust the tunic over this body. Les was surprised by how far down his legs it got. The top almost seemed like a short dress to him. "I already telt ye naw dresses," Les reminded her, sure that she was trying to trick him. "It's not a dress. It's a tunic. It's to hide your whole...," Holly said while he moved her hand around in front of her crotch. A smile came to her face as she added, "Unless you want to go with something shorter." Les shook his head, happy not to have to confront the disturbing sight of the artificial smoothness between his legs. He did not have long to dwell on it as Holly was eager to continue his feminization. Holly patted the seat before her vanity as she told him to sit down so she could do his makeup. Les gave her a wary look while he inquired, "Will this come off?" "Sure," Holly responded with a grin. "All of it?" Holly nodded to answer his follow up question, neglecting to explain her response included the fact that some of it would only come off in time. "I dinnae want to look like a clown," Les said as Holly went through her makeup bag. "Do I look like a clown to you?" Les shook his head before Holly added, "That's because I know my way around a makeup bag, Les. I'm not Dawn. Okay?" Les nodded, knowing that Holly was quite skilled and comfortable with applying makeup on herself and her friends. She was also not restrained when it came to criticizing girls that clearly did not have any skills with a makeup kit. With a nervous feeling in his stomach, Les let Holly start doing his makeup. Les watched with a fixed gaze while she applied the cosmetics. He could not help but feel that each one she added to his pale skin made his reflection more girlish. 'Shit,' Les thought while Holly painted his lips pink. He felt he looked far more like a girl than he had ever thought possible. "Keep them pursed," Holly ordered. Les complied without a thought before Holly finished applying the cosmetic to his lips. Helping Les to stand, Holly asked, "So, what do you think?" "I dinnae know whit to say." "I do." "Whit?" "OMG, you are so pretty?" Holly said with a laugh as she hugged him closely. "Are not," Les replied when she ceased her embrace. "Come on, you're going to tell me you don't think your hot?" "I'm not my idea of hot," Les said as he crossed his arms. "Oh, really, what is that?" Holly replied as she tilted one shoulder before she did the same with the other. Les blushed before she pushed down on his shoulders and said, "I'm just teasing you. Don't be so touchy, sis." "Can ye please keep it down?" Les remarked. "Please! My mother's half deaf in both ears." "Really?" "Haven't you ever heard her talk?" "I just thought she was loud. A lot of ye Americans are..." "No! She can't hear you unless you're right on top of her and she sees you talking to her." "Oh, thon's sad." "It has its advantages," Holly countered with a smile and a nudge. "Like whit?" "Like sneaking you out of here?" "Why would I sneak oot?" "She can't see you leave like this." "Oh, I'd think not," Les noted before he said, "Thon's why I'm getting changed." "No way. We need to take this one step further." "How?" Les asked as he watched Holly pack away his clothing and makeup remover into an oversized purse. "My boss is interviewing other girls." "For the princess parties?" "Yes, it's the perfect place to test if you really are as pretty as I think." "I'm not really interested in thon!" "Oh, come on. You'd be spending more time with me. It'd be fun. It's not like she's going to give you the job," Holly responded with a smile while she brought her face close to his. Les wanted to kiss her lips that were a mere few inches from him. Les felt resigned as he inquired, "Aren't there other girls there I know?" "No! I'm the only girl from our school. The other girls all go to Saint Paul's, except Mary." "Well, whit aboot her?" Les asked with some alarm. "She's not working. She's out for her brother's confirmation party." "So, ye want me to gang with ye and interview to be a helper." "A princess helper," Holly clarified. "Dinnae ye think my voice will give me away?" "Just throw it." "Throw it?" "You have kind of a high voice." "I dae not!" "I meant for a boy," Holly explained. "Still, naw." "That's because you don't hear yourself talk." "My arse." "Come on, how bad could it go?" "Well, how would I talk?" "Try to talk like me?" "Like this?" Les rejoined in a high-pitched tone that made Holly wince. "Not so screechy! I don't sound like that! My voice is softer and lower and prettier!" "So, yer mother can't hear ye?" Les replied, trying to imitate her. "Exactly," Holly squealed. "This is daft!" "That's what makes it fun. Don't be a killjoy, Les." "Yer a lot mair dangerous than ye look," Les retorted. "All the good girls are," Holly responded with a grin that reminded him of something he had only seen on Harley Quinn. Les gave her a concerned look before she hugged and said, "Come on." "Noo?" Holly gave him a curious before he clarified, "Now." "Now, that's the Queen's English," Holly replied before she nodded as she handed him a bag. Les bent down to put his black and white, Chuck Taylor converse sneakers on before he followed Holly out of the room. She started down the stairs and motioned for him to stay upstairs until she called him down. After noticing her mother was turned away from the door and yelling on the phone, she motioned for him to descend the staircase. Les moved quickly out the door, while Holly went to tell her mother that he left and she was leaving as well. Les froze on the street before Holly's front yard, feeling exposed as he looked up and down the street standing en femme. 'I'm going to get my ass kicked,' Les thought with a tremble as he continued to look around the street. Holly rushed out her door carrying her bag before she started talking to him about the one day a week job she worked. The place had a staff for parties throughout the week. They utilized teenage girls to help out on the weekend for the bigger and more expensive parties. Each of the girls only worked one of the weekend days, however. Les nodded along as Holly continued to describe the job he was certain that he would not get. He was sure that Holly's boss would hear his voice and decide that a Scottish boy in drag was not an appropriate assistant for princess parties for little girls. The idea that the ruse could fool a stranger was preposterous to Les, even as he was forced to admit to himself that he could certainly pass a cursory visual inspection for constituting a girl. While he did not think he made for an especially attractive girl, he felt he had seen uglier. As the building was in sight, Les started to have second thoughts while they walked. The same doubts that had plagued him from the start reemerged. "I can't go in there," Les said in a panic. "Well, what else are you going to do?" "Whit dae ye mean?" "Are you just going to wait out here for me the whole time? It's not like you know how to take off your makeup." "Shit," Les muttered, not thinking about how he would pass the time en femme while Holly was working. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Just come on in. When you're done, you can go hangout around back for me until I can sneak you a change of clothes." "That's the plan?" Les inquired with some alarm. Holly gave him a sheepish smile before she nodded to affirm his deduction. While Les was reluctant to, he followed her inside with a racing heart. Les was relieved to see that he did not recognize any of the girls there who had come in to relieve the girls that had worked the breakfast party, late morning and early afternoon parties. While the girls headed into the backroom to get changed, Holly walked over to her boss and said, "Samantha, this is my friend, Leslie." "Nice to meet you, dear," Samantha said as she held out her hand. Les shook her gold-gloved hand gingerly before Samantha asked, "Is she interested in the job?" Holly nodded for Les before Samantha told her to get ready while she asked Les some questions. Les listened to the grown woman who was dressed like the Belle character from Beauty and the Beast. He threw his voice while he gave her the answers that he figured she wanted to hear about liking children, his work ethic and other matters. As the woman continued her brief interview, Les was shocked that she was giving him no indication that she knew that he was really a guy. Les was shocked by it. Until that moment, he had been certain that he could not fool someone he conversed with en femme. As Les finished an answer to another one of Samantha's questions, his eyes veered to Holly as she emerged from the backroom dressed like Snow White. He thought she looked good in the outfit before the sound of Samantha's voice drew his attention back to her. "I think you're perfect for the job," Samantha said while she looked Les over again. "Seriously?" Les inquired out of shock. The woman nodded before she said, "But I'm not giving you the job. I could use another girl today, so I'm going to give you a one day trial." "Today?" Samantha nodded as she said, "If that's okay?" "It is," Holly responded for him before she added, "Essy told me she didn't have anything else to do today." Les gave Holly a wayward glance for calling him by a feminized pet name that he hated more than his full first name. The look turned into one of worry while Samantha led him into the backroom that the other girls had emerged from slightly earlier. "I can never pass up a light skinned, natural blonde," Samantha admitted while she went over to the rack of costumes. "Why's thon?" "Because you can be convincing as so many princesses," Samantha explained before she listed them out, "You can be Cinderella, Elsa, Rapunzel, you'd even make for a good red head, so Ariel and Merida. I think you'd even make a good Anna." Les gave her a vacant look as she listed off the names of Disney Princesses. He was mortified by the thought of being able to portray any of them. Samantha then continued, "But today, we need an Aurora." "Aurora?" Les asked for confirmation as the woman took hold of the Pink Gown and said, "For our Sleeping Beauty. You know you even sound a little like her." "I dae?" Les inquired as he took hold of the costume with a mortified look and a pit in his stomach. "Yes, she's English too." "I'm Scottish," Les replied trying to conceal how peeved he was over the woman's mistaken assumption. "Sorry," Samantha replied, not seeing any difference before she turned away from him. Les started at his pink dress silence. He never thought that it would reach this point. Now, he was on the brink of dressing up in a pink gown that somehow made Holly's Snow White costume seem almost masculine by comparison in his mind. "What size shoe do you wear?" "It varies," Les replied. The girl turned towards him and looked at his sneakers and said, "I'm guessing you're a size nine. That's a little on the big side for your height." Les shrugged, never feeling that his feet were big. He knew that they were noticeably smaller than those of most guys in his gym class. Samantha reached into a cubby and retrieved a pair of low-heeled shoes before she told him to try them on. Les removed his sneakers and socks and slid the shoes on. Samantha smiled at the apparent fit before she handed him a pair of light pink, knee length stockings and stays to hold them up. "Just get dressed and I'll see you out front," Samantha said as she gave him a golden tiara adorned blonde hair wig to put over his own long blonde hair, as well as a necklace. Les was stunned as he looked at the various articles of overly feminine attire he was left to adorn himself in. Les shook his head wondering if Holly had put Samantha up to it. He figured it had to be some kind of joke. Almost any of the outfits that he saw on the girls already preparing for the first party were less offensive to his masculinity than the one he was wearing. The dress made of a mockery of his earlier requests not to be dressed in a skirt or dress. He was sure that anything he would have put on at Holly's would have been much less feminine than the costume he had been given. Les looked around and saw no windows or doors to make a quiet escape from the backroom. Realizing his conspiracy theories were probably just that, Les concluded that Samantha would not risk her business to make a fool out of him for Holly. With a nod, Les decided that he was going to go forward with it. Les took off his tunic before he stepped into the dress. He slid his arms down the long pink sleeves of the dress. Les was surprised by how soft the knit mesh felt on his skin while his hands pushed through the sleeves that were left hugging the skin of his arms once they came to a rest. Bringing the dress up over his bra covered chest, Les reached behind his back for the rear zipper and brought it up to his back with some effort. As Les' fingers left the zipper, he turned towards the mirror and grimaced at how he looked in the dress. It was covering any trace of the jeans he was still wearing beneath it with a floor length satin skirt with a velvet peplum and glittery knit mesh overlay. He almost felt dazed by how feminine his bust looked beneath the velvet bodice that was made in a different pink hue. The bodice was adorned with gold braid trim and crisscrossed ribbons in two contrasting hues over a white mesh center of the dress to create the appearance of corset lacing. The faux lacing came to an end with a pink bow that was adorned with a sparkling pink stone that was centered in a faux golden flower. The white mesh center beneath the lacing continued up to frame around his shoulders and where the top of his dress that was primarily comprised of a blend of pink hues came to rest. Shaking his head, Les pulled the dress up and unzipped his jeans. He shuffled his legs up and down while he worked the jeans off his legs from beneath his dress. Once he was out of the jeans, Les reached for the stockings. He paused as he thought about how to put his stockings on. He had never done it before in his life. He tried to think of scenes where he had seen a woman do it on television or in the movies. There were few that were in his recollection. From the little he recalled, he thought he had to roll them down before he put them on. Les rolled each stocking down before he placed his feet and slipped the first opaque, light pink stocking over his right leg. Les' manhood stiffened as he felt the soft silky feeling being dragged up his legs. His mind was swimming while he processed his enjoyment of the feeling of the nylon. "Naw, naw," Les said to himself with a shake of his head, in disbelief that he could be enjoying the feeling of girls' clothes on his skin. He tried to collect himself and waited for his erection to subside before he did the same thing with his left leg. The same feelings overtook him. His manhood surged as he brought the cuff of the stocking over his left knee with cheeks that were pinker than the nylon he had slipped over his lower extremities. Les shook his head at how excited he felt. He wanted to cry. He never thought he could enjoy it. He could never remember clothing making him feel excited before that moment. The more his mind tried to process it, the more confused, angry and mortified he became about his reaction. "Hurry up, Essy," Samantha called into the backroom. "I'll be right oot," Les replied as he reached for his stays. He worked them up his legs and over the cuffs. As he stood up, Les shook his head, trying to pretend that it was something other than being dressed like a princess that was turning him on at that moment. That was a thought that was too disturbing to let himself believe. He sucked his lips into his mouth. The taste of Holly's lipgloss made him feel foolish for how he was dressed and how he was trying to justifying how he felt in the costume. Les winced at the angry words he was having for himself before his eyes caught sight of the shoes he was supposed to wear. Les reached for the glitter adorned shoes he had tried on slightly earlier and sat back down. Les slipped his right foot into the white, rounded toe shoe with a one- inch block heel. Les was happy that the long hem of his dress for the most part hid the shoe's rhinestones and silver glitter trim. Standing back up, Les grabbed the wig and put his hair up into it. He was surprised by the effect the wig had on him. The shoulder length hair that was done up with long curls and ringlet bangs was as obviously fake as the gold tiara that rested atop it. Les wondered why his natural blonde was not good enough for the costume while he adjusted the wig. As he watched himself in the mirror a voice inside his head told him to run. He nodded at his reflection, determined to change into his clothes and run out of the place before Holly had a chance to see him dressed like a Sleeping Beauty who was ready to dance with her prince. "There you are," Holly called out, destroying his hopes in an instant. "You're taking forever," Holly chided before she saw the way the wig was situated on his head. "Here, let me help you," Holly added as she began to pin the wig in place to make sure it did not move while he worked. "Holly, I dinnae know aboot this." "It's a little late to back out now. You got a whole room of little princess waiting to see you, princess!" "Holly, I can't dae this!" "Just relax, Essy. You'll be fine," Holly said while she placed the solid gold platted necklace around his neck and let the solid magnetic closures behind Les' neck hold it in place. "Dae you hae to call me, Essy." "Les is too butch for this look, Leslie," Holly countered. Les shook his head before Holly said, "It's time to go out there." "This embarrassing," Les whined. "You look great," Holly retorted with a shake of her head before she glanced back at him as she paused before the door. "Whit?" "Come on, Prince Charming isn't going to find you in here," Holly kidded as Les shot her glare. Les shook his head as Holly pushed the door open and led him out it. Les saw the young girls and their mothers dropping them off. None of them gave him curious looks to his surprise. 'I might make it through this,' Les thought, hoping that no one would see through his feminized guise. "How long dae these take?" Les asked Holly. "The parties are 1:45 minutes each." "Each?" "We're only working two. We're the late afternoon / evening shift. "So when are we oot of here?" "About 8:30, when we're done cleaning up. That's the best part. We get out of here early." Les did not agree with the notion that there was any good part of what he found himself doing with her that day. Samantha walked over to them and told Holly to get with the other two girls working the party with her. Samantha told Les what was expected of him through a forced, bright white smile before the party started. Once it started, Samantha greeted her patrons in character while Les lined up with the three girls around his age. Samantha introduced each of them as their character. Les watched as the girl dressed as Elsa curtsy. Holly followed with a curtsy her own in her Snow White dress. As they got to him, Les mimicked Holly's curtsy before the girl dressed as Anna did the same. Once the introductions were done, they started by showing the girls to the available costumes. Les and the girls helped the children get the dresses over their heads when they needed assistance, but most did it without issue. Standing amidst the screechy voiced children in a princess dress felt surreal to Les as music from various Disney movies played in the background. He wanted to run away as fast as he could, but he did not want to get Holly in trouble by abandoning the party. Holly watched with amusement as the first activity started. The girls started to make costume princess necklaces and tiaras while Les and the other assistants helped them. Les mimicked Holly's work with children. He was relieved that the work was not very difficult except for the pain he was experiencing in his ears from the girls' constant high- pitched squealing to one another. 'This is why people dinnae hae children,' Les reminded himself while the yell of one of the girls made him wince. The party soon progressed onto minor face painting as Les and the other employees started to paint the girls faces with glitter and swirls of sparkling fake jewels. The young girls squealed with excitement over each others looks, which only served to make Les more upset over his circumstances. 'This is whit hell must be like! An eternity listening to six-year- auld girls,' Les thought. Once the girls' faces and jewelry were done, they were taken into another room for a royal etiquette lesson. Les looked at the complete tea party setting in the room that had a painted scenic vista along all four sides of the windowless room. Les felt that the table linens, silver platted candleholders, bright fake flower centerpieces, pink satin chair covers and chair bows were excessive for a children's birthday party, but the young girls seemed to love it. Les was thankful that he was excused to set up the other room with the pizza and juice boxes. The sound of the children getting their etiquette lessons with their teacups, saucers and dessert plates was muffled through the wall. Les enjoyed the respite of putting the food out before he put his head down and headed back into the room filled with Samantha's young patrons. While he walked in, Les saw Holly stare at him and drop into a partial curtsy as she talked with some girls. Les dropped into the full curtsy he mimicked earlier as he entered the room and assisted with the remainder of the etiquette lesson. Once the lesson finished, the children were brought back into the main room and given pizza, juice boxes and coloring books. Les felt relieved by they way the girls calmed down, even as the smells made him hungry. After the girls finished eating, Les and the girl dressed as Anna took to cleaning away the soiled plates and empty juice boxes while the children went through a sing a-longs and dancing with Holly and Samantha. Les struggled to keep from wincing as he heard the girls' to Disney songs. Les was relieved as the party wound down and the girls were given princess cupcakes before they were seen out the door. As the last one exited, Les gave Holly a weary look. She smiled while she noted, "Just one more." "How dae ye dae this?" Les asked. "I love it," she answered with a shake of her head before adding, "What's wrong with you?" "They're so loud." "That's what little girls are supposed to be when they get together." "I think I'm going deaf." "Oh, shut up," Holly said with a shake of her head and a laugh. Les then helped the other girls cleanup and get the place ready for the last party of the day. Les was relieved to find out that the party involved girls who were a little older. As he thought about it, he asked Holly, "Isn't eight a little auld for a princes party?" "They're still kids at eight," she chided. "I suppose." "It's not the same party." "It's not?" Les asked with some hope. "Well, it's mostly the same, but we let the girls create their own storybooks." "Is thon fun?" "For them it is," Holly replied before she added, "And that's all that matters. It's about them, not us." Les nodded before he went back to helping setup for the final party of the day. As the next set of girls started to file in, Samantha greeted them before greeting them all as a group. The party went the same as the earlier party, with only the addition of the storybook time added. Les was aggravated to find that the party went longer than the last by an extra 15 minutes, even while he knew he was being paid slightly more because of it. After the last of the children left, Samantha gave the girls praise for their work while she paid them in cash before she called Les over to the side. Les walked over to her, certain that she was going to tell him that he was not working out. Samantha smiled as she said, "Leslie, you did a great job today." "I did?" Les asked with more than a little surprise. "Yes. I was very impressed with your work ethic. You're fast on your feet." "Well, I dae play a lot of sport," Les admitted. Samantha nodded before she said, "I would like you to come back next weekend. I think you could be a great addition to my team." Les was shocked to be offered the job on a permanent basis. He never expected it to happen. He gave Holly a nervous glance before he accepted the offer, afraid of giving himself away if he refused. Samantha clapped her hands together once as she said, "Great. I want you back next weekend." "Yah. I'll see you," Les said in a daze before he excused himself to change out of his costume. Holly squealed as she walked over and hugged him. While still embracing him, she congratulated Les on getting the job. He gave her a horrified look in disbelief over how well he had pulled off the ruse. By the time Les entered the backroom, the girls had already changed with the exception of Holly. Holly walked in beside him and stripped out of her Snow White costume while Les got out of his. Unlike before, Les did not avert his eyes from her while he removed his own costume dress. He felt a little like a pervert, but Holly did nothing to hide herself from his gaze to his confusion. Once they both finished dressing, they grabbed their bags and headed back out to help the girls cleanup and set up for the parties that were scheduled for the following morning. After the task was complete, they exited the building. Holly linked arms with Les as they walked towards a nearby convenience store that had a unisex bathroom where Les could change into his street clothes. Les loved the feeling of her arm around his. He wished that she would be willing to do it with him in his regular clothes. Holly stood outside the bathroom door, while Les stepped into the bathroom to change clothes. Les moved with haste, hoping that Holly was not going to pull a prank on him and leave him with a face full of makeup and the choice of changing back into her clothes or going home in his with pink lips. Once he changed, Les peered out the door for Holly. Seeing her across the store, Les motioned for her to join him. Holly hurried over and into the bathroom. She winced at the surroundings of the bathroom, forgetting how seedy they were by her standards of cleanliness. Not wanting to spend an extra minute in the bathroom, Holly removed his makeup as quickly as they could before they exited the building. As they got away from the store and the earshot of others, Holly squealed, "I said you'd make a pretty girl!" "I dinnae." "Oh, I'm sorry a Pretty, Pretty Princess," Holly kidded. "Haud on thon," Les sniped. "Oh, don't be a little bitch about that I was right, Essy!" "I'm not bitching. It's not right." "Well, you make a pretty girl. Can you admit that now?" "Naw!" "Why not?" "Cause I can't. I'm naw fucking girl." "Tell that to Samantha and all those girls we were just around." "They were being polite." "Little girls aren't polite. They say whatever is on their minds," Holly retorted. "They must hae known..." Holly responded with a grin and a shake of her head as she said, "They think you're all girl." "Would ye haud on..." "Do you not like it?" "Being called a girl?" "All girl," Holly teased. "Aye, because I'm not and ye know it." "You seem pretty girly to me!" "Is thon whit ye think of me?" Les asked, wondering if that was why she was comfortable disrobing and dressing in front of him. Holly nodded before she said, "But I like it." "I dinnae! Ye as daft as a yett on a windy day!" Les countered while throwing up his hands. "Speak English, Les. We speak English in America...at least for now," Holly chided with a shake of her head. "Yer fucking crazy, and I don't like being told I look like a wummi!." "Why not?" "I can't talk aboot this. I can't dae this anymore." "Well, you can't go back on your word," Holly said as she rubbed his sides. Les' eyes widened as his manhood engorged from her touch. "You were so cute with the kids too. It was a lot of fun to see you like that." "I bet it was," Les said with a shake of his head. "Who knows how much more fun we might have?" Holly said with a smirk as she hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek. Les smiled back at her as he wondered if Holly might like him back if he kept up the ruse for her.