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Pit Crew
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
When a big motor racing fan learns that his sister will be part of a
girls only "pit crew" with a ring side view of all the races over the
season, he decides to join the girls.
Riley Jones was my best friend. We did a lot together. We played sport
at school. We skateboarded after school. We sometimes skateboarded
when we should have been at school. And we both loved motor racing.
Both of our rooms were plastered with IndyCar posters, as well as F1 and
other open wheel racers. We lived for motorsport and dreamed of being
involved, somehow.
Riley got his chance and took it. After years of both of us writing in
to join the junior pit crew on several teams, Riley's sister got
selected. She had teased Riley that she could get on a team, and sure
enough only the second letter she sent got her a position. I guess it
was the photo of her in the bikini wearing Riley's Indycar cap that got
her the job.
Riley was furious, but his sister simply told him that he could go
instead, if he could pass for her. She was not interested in
motorsport. She just wanted to show Riley how easy things were if you
were a girl.
"Every guy is a sucker for a pretty girl," she said. "And motor racing
is full of guys."
So Riley went in her place. She helped to get him ready and he was able
to spend the 18 days at the track as a girl. We did not know how he did
it. Of course he did not tell his friends that he went as a girl. All
we knew was that at the end of summer he was back and fizzing about the
experience.
"And the good news is," he said, "next year you can come."
But how? He told me what he had done. He had pretended to be a girl
and I had to dress as a girl too. He had his sisters ID and he had the
Race pass for another girl who turned up but did not stay. I didn't
think that I looked anything like her, but Riley said that I shouldn't
worry. All they cared about is that whoever turned up needed to look
good and be willing to get involved.
Of course I was ready to do it. Riley had lived our dream for a whole
three weeks. I wanted that too. How hard could it be? If he had done
it, I could too.
So the only thing that I had to do was to not cut my hair over winter
and Riley also suggested that I take the skin softening tablets that he
had bought over the internet. He said that the pills would be a big
help in passing as a girl. They certainly seemed to have an effect on
my skin. My pimples cleared up and the skin was more soft to the touch.
The only problem was sensitivity around my nipples, but Riley said that
was a side effect. He was taking them too and he felt the same
irritation.
The other thing that we worked on was our voices and some "girlish"
behavior. Riley and I got together and watched chick flicks to pick up
the movements and the giggles. We had great fun together being Rachael
(Riley did not use his sister's name) and Chrissie (that's me).
Sometimes we would sneak a girlish titter together with our friends. It
would really freak them out. I did have a couple of embarrassing
incidents where I was seen flicking my hair or putting it behind my ear
in an unmistakably girlish way. It was just becoming almost second
nature.
Initially I did not tell my family what I was doing. But I told my
mother and my two older brothers well ahead of the race day. She told
me that I was crazy and she worried that what we were doing was not
honest, but she knew how much being in the pit crew meant to me, so she
agreed to the time off. However, she did say that my second oldest
brother Ben, should go with me if he could get in. He was quite keen on
motor racing as well (not as keen as me) and was happy to get the entry
ticket if he didn't have to pay. He thought the whole thing was a huge
joke. I don't even think he thought I could pass for a girl.
So a few days before we were to leave town and just after school was out
for summer, Riley arranged for us both to have a makeover. The first
thing that I did was head around to Riley's place and we went up to his
room. He told me to take off my shirt and he checked my nipples and
squeezed the flesh on my chest. For the first time I noticed that the
flesh was swelling. I had small breasts!
"Don't worry," said Riley. "It's nothing permanent." He then took off
his shirt and I was surprised to see that underneath he was wearing like
a bandage all the way round. And when he unwound it a pair of breasts
fell free, wobbling on his chest. Bigger than what I had.
"This is crazy," I said. "What have we done to ourselves?"
"Last year I had nothing, and I had to stay in tee-shirts all through"
said Riley. "That's not what the guys want. With what we have now and
a little padding underneath we can wear crop tops! You have almost as
much as me and I have been on hormones all year."
Hormones? Of course. The skin softening tablets were female hormones.
And what did "That's not what the guys want" mean? Well sure, I knew
that the female pit crew were not there as mechanics, but we were
certainly not swimsuit models. I was starting to feel very uncertain.
"Look," said Riley sensing my discomfort. "We have to pass as girls for
three weeks. I got away with it last year by staying low. I missed out
on a lot. I am prepared this time. We are both prepared, you and me.
We can be in everything. We are going to have the time of our lives."
So we changed into the girls clothes that Riley had arranged, and with
his sister leading the way we went to the salon on Geary Street for the
makeover. We were sat side by side and given facial treatments. This
included removing any hint of whiskers on our barely pubescent faces,
Then we had or hair extensions woven in - brunette for Riley and blonde
for me. As Riley explained Chrissie was a blonde and I was using her ID
to show that I was of age, and taking her place on the pit crew. So it
was only after the extensions had been woven in that the rest of my hair
was colored to get the right shade. Riley and I both ended up in
curlers and under the driers.
We had our eyebrows painfully plucked and then we were given eyelash
extensions and "semi-permanent" eyeliner. Riley said it would last out
the 3 weeks - and it certainly did that. He said the eyebrows would
grow back before we went back to school. Maybe for him as he had
indistinct eyebrows, but for me the plucking and eyelashes completely
changed my appearance. Even without any further make up I looked like a
girl. In the same state Riley could have been either sex.
We had our fingernails and toenails done. Riley said we would be doing
some work so long nails were not on, but our nails were shaped and
colored according to the color palette applying (whatever that means).
Riley's sister then took us through the makeup options - day wear,
evening make up, beach party make up - all using the palette suited to
us. We each received a bag of the required materials to take away.
As it was getting late we went for the "weekday evening" look, with
mascara and light touches to the eyes and cheeks. We both looked
gorgeous. I was stunned. Riley was right. Nobody would guess we were
not girls. We were girls.
My mother almost fainted and both of my brothers were chins on the floor
amazed. I gave a little twirl so that the floral sundress I was wearing
could flare out. I did a little pose with my hand under my chin. I
thought that the look on their faces was the funniest I had ever seen.
My mother gathered herself, and said: "My biggest concern was that you
would be attacked for wearing girl's clothes, but I don't think anybody
could mistake you for a boy. Now my concern is that you will not have
boys hitting you, they'll be hitting on you." She turned to Ben to
ensure that he was listening.
"I know, I know," said Ben. "You're telling me I have a sister to look
after."
"You've never had a sister before," said my mother. "Just make sure she
comes back in one piece."
Did she just say "she"? Perhaps from now on we should...
So Ben drove us to the race-way in his car, a journey that took all day.
Rachael sat in the front seat beside him and played it up the whole way.
She stroked his arm. Begged him to stop to look in a women's shoe shop,
and even asked him to buy her ice cream. Ben was in good spirits and
laughing his way through it. As we got to the raceway for registration
he even allowed Racheal and I to hang of each of his arms as he walked
in. A young man with two pretty teenage girls, one on each arm. So
funny.
Registration was about getting the race teams together and collecting
accommodation and raceway passes. Rachel and I were assigned a shared
cabin and received pit crew passes with almost access to the track. To
my surprise Ben as my brother was given a raceway pass as well. He was
even given a function pass to that night's team get-together. I was
very happy to have him along.
I was very surprised when one young man came up to Rachael and said: "Hi
Riley! Great to see you back babe. Where are you staying? Are you
coming tonight? Make time for me, OK?" He was all over her. She just
nodded and giggled. It was like some girl spell had been cast over her.
"Why did he call you Riley?" I asked. "I thought you were here as your
sister, Rachael."
"Oh that's Brett," said Rachael. "He knows all about me. He's the only
one who does, OK. Keep it quiet."
"So he knows you're not a girl? He certainly doesn't act that way. He
acts like you're an old girlfriend!"
"He doesn't mind a girl with something extra," said Rachael, to my total
amazement. Who was this person?
We went to our room and Rachael pulled out something for us to wear to
the function. Firstly we put on our gaffs and panties, and then our
push bras with the "chicken fillet" inserts. I was surprised to see how
the little bit of breast tissue I had developed could be pushed into a
cleavage, enhanced with a little blusher vertically down the middle.
Rachael was going for something bigger in the bust, and had a knit mini
dress to show off all the curves she had been developing for a year. I
had a revealing top and a tight waist but otherwise loose and not overly
short dress.
We straightened and spayed each other's hair and brushed it out. We
freshened our makeup with Rachael adding a bit of drama to her eyeliner.
We were checked ourselves out. We were outrageously good looking.
Rachael was pleased and so was I. You put that much effort in, you see
the end result and you know it will please others - you feel good. It
is like baking a great cake and serving it up.
When we arrived at the function Rachael and I met up with the other
three girls on our team. They were all pretty but no more pretty than
the two boys in their midst. Two of the three were a lot more curvy.
All five of us soon found ourselves surrounded by men, flirting without
shame.
Ben came over with a group of guys. He was a natural mixer and had got
to know the technology team. One immediately came forward to introduce
himself: "I'm Matt Henschel, S&S specialist. When this guy told me that
he was the brother of the best-looking lady in the room, I had to insist
he introduce me."
"Consider yourself introduced, Matt," I said, with a coquettishness that
was more instinctive than practiced. "So I guess S&S is suspension and
steering?"
"Wow," exclaimed Matt, "not just pretty, but a motorsport enthusiast."
"I had hoped I wouldn't be here just as eye candy," I complained. "I
had hoped I could be on a team like yours. Tweaking things during the
race. Making a difference. Adding speed."
"I'll see what I can do," said Matt. You girls just carry the drinks
around usually, but I am sure I could take one of you into our tent."
So when a man is interested in a girl and wants to know all about her,
what can a girl say if that girl is not a girl? Quite a lot as it turns
out. You just get in character and you start talking. But when I could
steer the conversation onto motor racing it was like we were the only
two people in the room.
It was very late when Matt escorted me home to my hostel. There was an
awkward moment on the doorstep. I had to break it with a kiss on the
cheek. I could see he was disappointed, so I whispered: "We've only
just getting started." I am not quite sure what I meant by that. I
hoped that I was not leading him on. He was just such a nice guy.
When I got into our room I could see that there was somebody in bed with
Rachael! I snuck into my own bed as quietly as I could but before I
could sleep I heard activity.
"I'm ready again baby," it was Brett's voice.
I heard a girlish giggle and then Rachael said, "Just a sec. I need
more lube."
I then heard the unmistakable sound of sex. The slapping of hips on
buttocks. The slurping of an oiled passage being worked. Brett's
grunts. Rachael's sighs. Then joint gasps, then squeals. More
giggles. Attempts to stay quiet. The rustle of Kleenex. My friend
Riley was gay.
I said it to him flatly in the morning, but he denied it: "I'm not gay,"
he said. "While I am here I want to have fun - girl-type fun. Brett
can get me to the track and all the events, including the parties. He
likes me. He just likes to do me sometimes. But only as Rachael."
At that point, my brother Ben walked up, just picking up the tail of the
conversation.
"I can't understand how you can be with that guy," said Ben.
Rachael spun around at looked at Ben accusingly: "Would you have sex
with me then?" It was more an accusation than a question. In that
moment Rachael looked ferocious and as sexy as hell.
"I would love to have sex with you Rachael," gaped Ben, clearly taken by
surprise. "But not anal sex with a boy. I couldn't do that. I am not
against homosexuals, it's just that I'm not one. If you were a woman
down there I would make love to you ... no, I would love you. As a man
loves a woman. If you were one."
Rachael started to cry. "Can't you see, I want to be one."
I hugged my friend. I had no idea that Riley was transgender, but I
knew I had to be there to offer support. Ben walked off confused and
embarrassed. I somehow knew that things would never be the same again,
for any of us.
Ben did his best after that, to escort Rachael and keep Brett away from
her. That meant fewer parties but more time with the team. In fact,
all the teams avoided parties during race days, saving up for the final
big party at the end.
I was almost forgotten about. I was invited by Matt to work in his S&S
crew watching to the monitors and coordinating with the brake and tire
teams. Racing at this level is very complicated and each crew has a
role to play just as much as the driver in the car. This is what I
lived for. I was not here for the parties or the sex. I was interested
in the cars.
But it was also clear that Matt was interested in me. It was a
revelation that my brother was interested in Rachael, but only as a
girl. And that Rachael wanted to be a girl. There might be a future
for them. But Matt could have no future with me. Should I tell him?
As it turned out it was not necessary so long as racing was on. He was
a professional and I worked on his team. He would keep it friendly but
not intimate, right up until our team won the race.
We were all crazy with excitement. We were all jumping around and
hugging one another. I saw Matt on the other side of the tent look at
me, and then come towards me. He took me in his arms and kissed me.
Right on the lips with tongue and everything. He said nothing. He just
kissed me. I felt the passion like a bolt of lightning. I just
surrendered to him. And then to stop him escaping I put my hand behind
his head and pulled him towards me. My little girly tongue played with
his. I had kissed girls before but this was something new. In that
moment, all I wanted was to be his.
Well. When he finally broke off and smiled at me with those sparkling
blue eyes enchanting me ... what to do now? So much for not being nothing
like Rachael. At that moment I wanted to be a girl the same as Rachael
did.
We went to the after party as two couples, Ben and Rachael and Matt and
myself. Somehow, I knew that there would be no sex that night, not for
me anyway. I still had a secret taped up between my legs.
After the party, the four of us went for a late snack at the all night
diner.
"Chrissie, I'm not sure if I can wait until next year to see you," said
Matt. He gave me his email and insisted that send him a message at
least once a week. The parting was romantic but tearful. I swore to
him that I would stay in touch, and I did.
Riley never went back to school after the summer break, Rachael did.
Ben was right there with her throughout the transition and the
surgeries. I was too. Right alongside her. The same gurney on two
successive days. We both needed parental permission, but with the
support of my brother Ben, and Riley's sister, together we won over both
sets of parents.
Of course, I had to tell Matt after the surgery. I was a little cruel
and told him over Skype while he was in Europe. I told him that I was a
woman, but I had not always been one. I was infertile, that was all. I
could be a wife but not a natural mother. I understood if that
disqualified me from being his woman.
Some days of silence followed, but deep down I knew that we were too
much in love for a little reproductive biology to stand in our way.
When he called back I wanted him right then and there. I had healed by
the time he got to town. I met him at the airport. It was like the
best romantic movie ever made. We saw one another at a distance. He
rushed towards me. He dropped his bag and held me up off my feet.
Corny maybe, but that is how it went.
What followed must have been the best love making scene ever made. In
the car he could not keep his hands off me. There was a trail of
clothes from the front door to my bedroom. He was on me and in me in a
whirlwind of heat and passion. When I felt his seed enter me I wailed
like a woman possessed. I was. He possesses me still.
It was a real family thing when Ben and Rachael got married. It was a
double wedding our oldest brother and Rachael's older sister. Later she
was to surrogate for Rachael and Ben's twins. Two bouquets were thrown.
Matt caught one and I caught the other. It seems some things are just
destined to happen.
The End
© Maryanne Peters 2017
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