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"Kevin, get up. Breakfast is almost ready," his father called out.
"Wake up."
Kevin slowly got out of bed. Today was the first day after high
school graduation and he was looking forward to sleeping in. It had
been a long night. He looked at the clock. 7:00 AM.
"Kevin," his father called out again, "let's go honey."
Honey? His dad never called him honey before. Kevin pulled on a tee
shirt and a pair of jeans.
"I'm coming. I hear you," he said heading to the stairs.
When Kevin entered the kitchen he saw his older brother sitting at
the end of the table having coffee looking at the newspaper. Kevin
looked at his brother and broke into a huge grin.
"Jake? Is that you?" he said still staring walking around to see his
brother more clearly. Jake looked up at him.
"Is something wrong?" Jake asked looking up from his paper.
Jake was sitting comfortably wearing a white blouse with lace at the
collar and wrist and extended down the buttons in. He wore a knee
length pleated skirt and his legs were nicely crossed one over the
other at the knees. "And nice looking," Kevin thought looking at the
clean shaven nylon encased beauties. He was wearing black patent
leather black peep toe pumps showing his red toenails that happened
to match his red fingernails.
Jake was wearing makeup with red lips, and his hair done up in a
tight and heavily sprayed French Twist hairdo.
"Why are you dressed like that," Kevin said sitting down still
staring with a smile and disbelief.
"Because, my interview is today. That secretarial position is open
and I have to get out of that typing pool. Some of us have to work
for a living Kevin," he said returning his attention to the paper.
"There he is," his father said in a cheerful voice as he brought
Kevin pancakes and kissed him on top of his head.
His father was wearing a white dress with a pleated skirt that fell
loosely just over the knee. There was a layer of petticoat under the
dress and he wore red pumps. His face was made up simply and his hair
was fully set in brush curlers from the night before.
"Dad? What's going on here? Why are you guys dressed like this?" he
asked now looking confused.
"Dressed like what honey?" his dad said holding his wrist limp
waiting for a reply.
"You're both dressed like girls," Kevin said with a nervous grin.
"We're not dressed like girls," his father said and his brother
lowered his paper to look at him.
"You're both wearing dresses," Kevin said looking to both of them.
"As most proper men do, and should," his father said walking back to
the kitchen.
"Hi honey," he heard his father say to his mother.
"Good morning sweetheart. Umm, breakfast smells great," his mother
said giving his father a kiss.
Kevin's mother was wearing a shirt and tie, slacks, and her hair was
short and parted on the side. He was even more shocked when Sally his
younger sister came in sporting a crew cut.
"Sally, you cut your hair off," he said stunned.
"What?" she said looking at him.
"Your hair, You got a buzz cut. What happened?"
"What do you mean? I've had a crew cut for several years now. Mom's
going to let me get a flat top for school next year," she said
smiling at her mother.
"I said I'd think about it young lady," she said sitting down at the
table.
"Oh Lois, a lot of the girls are getting flat tops these days," his
father said giving his mother a wave with a limp wrist.
His brother stood up and straightened his skirt. A string of beads
hung around his neck with a matching pair of clip on earring on his
ear lobes. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and then his
father. He wrapped a flowered silk head scarf around his hairdo and
tied the scarf under his chin then picked up his black purse and
looked out the window. Kevin just stared at them all in stunned
amazement.
"My ride to work is here," he said. "Dad please don't forget that
Jeremy is having a party this weekend at his house and I would really
like to......"
"I know, I know. You want to wear the red dress. I'll have it ironed
and hanging in the closet for you.
"Oh thanks dad. You're the best."
"Good luck with your interview today," his mother said not looking up
from what she was reading.
"Thanks," Jake said now stepping outside and walking to the car, his
high spike heels clicking loudly on the sidewalk.
"He's really going out in public like that?" Kevin asked.
"He's going to work dear," his father said now sitting down at he
table scratching an itch on the back of his head from the curlers in
his hair, "you know your brother is very particular about how he
looks when he goes outside that door.
"But dad, you are dressed like a woman, and mom you are dressed like
a man. What is happening here?" he said not sure if this was a hoax
anymore.
"Son, what is it that keeps you saying that?" his father said looking
pleasantly at him with a smile.
"Dad, you have hair curlers in your hair."
"I know sweetie, I put them there last night before I went to bed. I
always set my hair at night."
"But that's what girls do dad," he said softly looking confused.
"Oh my," his father laughed, "I don't think your mother or sister, if
she had hair, would take to kindly to me putting curlers in their
hair."
"No way I'm wearing curlers in my hair," Sally said laughing at the
statement he had made. "Girls don't wear hair curlers and I would be
so mortified if my friends found out something like that."
"That's not to say your hair couldn't use a little more attention
young man," his mother said looking up at him from her newspaper.
"He was late getting in last night Vernon. After breakfast Kevin can
take a bath and get cleaned up. I will set his hair for the day.
Actually you need a perm," his mother said lifting a strand of his
hair and letting it fall."
"Me? Dad, what are you saying," Kevin said looking confused.
"I'm saying after breakfast I will set your hair for you."
His mother now stood up getting ready to go to work herself. Kevin
noticed for the first time that his mother was not wearing a bra. It
was easy to see her large breast swaying unsupported when she moved
in her white shirt. He could see her erect dark nipples through the
fabric of her white shirt.
"I have to get going Vernon," she said as she now put on the jacket
to the suit she was wearing. "Will you two be late?"
"No we just have to take Kevin in for a fitting on his groomsman
dress. His friend Eric is getting married next week. Remember?"
"Oh that's right. That boy Eric is a good kid. Cute too."
"Wait! A dress fitting for me? I don't wear dresses. What is
happening here dad? Tommy doesn't wear dresses."
"You do as your dad says young man," his mother said firmly as she
grabbed her brief case to leave. "This Tina girl thing you have going
needs a little toning down anyway.
Later:
Kevin took a bath and stood bent over the sink while his father
shampooed his hair.
"Dad, this is all really weird," Kevin said while his dad shampooed
his hair.
"How's that sweetheart?"
"You are shampooing my hair and, are you really going to put my hair
in curlers?"
"Yes darling I am, and we need to hurry so we are late for your
fitting."
"Dad, I don't know what has happened here. Everything is so crazy,
but I don't think I can do this," Kevin said as his hair was rinsed
for the last time.
Kevin was led reluctantly, with a towel around his shoulders, to a
chair at the bathroom vanity and was seated facing the mirror. His
father hurried about gathering things to do his hair. Kevin kept
cringing at the sound of high heels clicking in quick steps knowing
that those high heels were on his father's feet. His father placed a
plastic box of wire brush curlers on the vanity next to Kevin. A
small box of pink pins and then pulled a comb through his hair.
"Wait dad," Kevin said as his dad pulled up a strand of hair on the
front of his head. "Dad wait I'm not ready for this," he said when
dad picked up a curler out of the box.
"Kevin, what is wrong with you this morning. Let's get this done so
we can go."
"Oh dad," he groaned in a resigned tone as he watched his hair being
twisted tightly around the curler and pinned to his head.
"WAIT!!!" Kevin shouted sitting up in bed breathing hard.
"Honey, are you OK?" his wife Erica said startled shaking him. "You
were dreaming."
"Yeah. Oh my god it was so real," he said looking at her now. "It was
like in the 60's and I was, well.....my mom and dad were.......not
normal. Nobody was normal, except for me."
"It's OK baby, it was just a dream," she said kissing his cheek.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Kevin rolled back over and closed his eyes, "That was weird," he
thought drifting off to sleep again.
Something pulled Kevin's hair and he opened his eyes. He looked in he
mirror to see a straight row of curlers over the top of his head.
"Kevin. Are you listening to me?" his father said now turning Kevin's
head slightly and tilting it so he could do the side.
"This is a dream. This isn't real," Kevin said watching as a curler
was twisted to the side of his head.
"Oh honey, you overreact so much."
"WAKE UP!" Kevin said to himself, but his head filled with curlers
none the less. He was stuck here.
His father allowed Kevin to wear a pair of jeans and a red blouse
with sandals. Kevin had almost begged his father not have to wear a
dress to a place where he was going to be fitted for a beautiful
formal dress.
"OK Kevin, it's just a fitting. You can wear jeans there if you
like."
His father pulled out a flowered head scarf and went to wrap it
around Kevin's head.
"Dad," Kevin balked at first. His dad had removed his own curlers
earlier and brushed, teased, styled and sprayed his own hair.
"Honey, don't you want to cover your curlers until we get there. The
scarf looks much nicer than those old curlers in your hair."
Kevin lowered his eyes and his dad put the scarf over his head and
tied it under his chin.
"There, that's much better," his dad said pulling Kevin's face up
with a finger under his chin.
They drove to the Bridal Boutique to arrive just as the Groom, Eric
was leaving.
"Oh hi Mr. Jameson," Kevin's dad called to Eric's dad with a feminine
finger wave. Both men were wearing dresses as was Eric.
He waved back his hair in a Beehive style. Then Eric turned to look
their way.
"ERICA?" Kevin said stunned. "ERICA! That can't be you," he said
walking toward the beautiful image of his wife, not some guy dressed
as a girl.
Eric turned and looked at Kevin, smiled and waved at his friend but
looked confused as to why he was calling him Erica.
"ERICA, this can't be....."
"Kevin! Wake up," Erica said pushing him harder.
"Oh thank god. I was back there again and I could wake up," he said
sitting up. "You were there, except.......never mind."
"Honey, you sere only asleep for a few minutes," she said looking at
him.
"What? It seemed like a couple of hours in my head. I went right back
to where I had left off."
"What are you experiencing in this dream baby that is driving you so
mad?"
He explained the dream as Erica sat and listen with and amused smile
on her face. She was not as amused when he told of the part that the
groom that was his friend in the dream was her. Well not her but a
guy named Eric that looked just like her.
"Is that the kind of dreams you have of me," she said looking at him
as if she wanted an answer.
"Erica, I have no control over this dream. All I can say is I feel
like I am really there, and even though I know it's a dream, while
I'm in the dream, I can't wake myself up."
"So, what do we do baby? You have to sleep sometime," she said
sliding up behind him.
"I don't know. I don't want to be in the dream, but the lack of sleep
is getting really bad too."
"Want me to fix you a drink? Something to calm your nerves?" she
asked getting up.
"Oh thank you. That might help a little."
Erica handed him a drink. "You know baby, you are probably overly
tired and are going into a deep sleep too quickly or something. I
mean you are only sleeping a few minute then waking up yelling." she
said rubbing his back.
"You may be right Erica. It may be something that simple."
Kevin began to fade now. His wife took his glass and helped him to
lay on the bed. He looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Sorry honey, but you have been up for days. I slipped a little
something in your drink to help you sleep and stay asleep for a
little while."
"Erica," he said softly taking her hand. "Why?"
"Kevin your health is at stake in the real world here. The dream is
just that, a dream. I promise if you can sleep for 6 straight hours I
will wake you up and pull you out of where ever your mind has placed
you. Baby, wearing a dress is not the end of the world," and that was
the last thing he heard as he faded away.
Kevin opened his eyes to find himself in the Bridal Boutique with his
father being greeted by the owner himself.
"Wake up Kevin. Come on now wake up before they put you in a dress,"
he mumbled to himself.
It didn't matter he seemed to be stuck here right now. He could
remember everything that Erica had said including spiking his drink,
but he could not force himself back to that reality.
"If you'll both step into the fitting area we can get started," said
the man in a white with red polka dot dress and red high heel pumps,
walking them back.
To be contiued:
What if Kevin can't wake up before all is done? Why is he so worked
up? It's true that it is different than he is used to, but wearing a
dress for guys here in his dream is perfectly normal. Why so much
stress?
Things couldn't get any worse for Kevin as he steps into that grooms
man's dress. Or could they?
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