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***Authors note*** I just wanted to let you all know the muse right
now is on fire and hope she'll keep it up until the conclusion. I do
want to thank you all for reading and commenting... Oh and Don... You
guessed it first. :p Enjoy, ~Rebecca Jane
Chapter 20
The next morning as we sat around the breakfast table, I told my
parents what I had finally decided on what costume I had decided on.
Mom was immediately ecstatic thinking that I was suddenly embracing my
femininity, Dad though wasn't quite as excited. He was mostly
concerned that I was being pushed faster than I was ready. It took
quite a bit of convincing him that this was entirely my decision, and
even how Sam had specifically told me that she wouldn't force me. When
I told Mom about how Shelly was going to help me with my costume, you
would have thought someone had shot her favorite pet. It took me a
moment, but I realized she was only upset because I didn't ask her to
help me. Of course, I quickly told her that I'd like her to help too.
She immediately jumped out of her chair and hugged me and quickly
started listing off everything we needed to get done. I looked over at
Dad and he just rolled his eyes at me as if to say, you're on your own
with this bud. Thankfully the doorbell rang a few minutes later and
before I went to answer it, I quickly reminded them to keep quiet
about this as it was supposed to be a surprise to Sam.
There really wasn't a whole lot to say about practice that morning,
other than I did pull Shelly off to the side before we started to tell
her about my idea. She actually squealed loudly when I told her my
idea which got everyone's attention. I just groaned and had to calm
her down and let her know that this was secret. With what I had seen
so far, with Mom's, and now Shelly's excitement with this, I was
seriously starting to reconsider what I had gotten myself into.
Unfortunately, I had already made my mind up on doing this, and as
stubborn as I was, I wasn't going to back out now.
I did confess to Sam on the ride home from practice that Shelly was
giving me a hand with my costume. That really piqued her interest, and
I could see the wheels turning in her head why I had asked Shelly. I
told her that every idea I had come up with was lame, and now it was
only a week to go and I just didn't have time to do it by myself. She
just grinned and told me how much she was looking forward to the
dance. I told her that I was too, but then when she explained how this
was the first dance that she was going to as, well, her... It made it
clear to me how much it meant to her, I silently promised myself that
I would do whatever I could to make the night as good as I could for
her. Since she had already said she would like to see how I could look
dressed as a girl, it just strengthened my resolve to try and be the
best girl I possibly could be, at least for the dance. I still
couldn't see me ever doing the 'be a girl' thing every day, but I
could easily do one night. Especially for Sam.
Shelly dropped Sam off first and then drove to my house. Before I got
out of the car, she told me to get cleaned up and to try to at wear
something slightly more to the feminine side of androgynous. When I
asked why she just told me we were going to be getting stuff for a
girl's costume and it would be a lot easier on me if I dressed more
the part. I just sighed and agreed, and she'd be back in about an hour
and a half to take me shopping. I just groaned and headed inside. I
was starting to understand the saying, a penny in for a pound.
Mom became entirely too excited when I told her what we were going to
be doing this afternoon and she also agreed with Shelly that I should
dress more like a girl. She quickly herded me upstairs to the bathroom
and handed me this gel to put on my legs to removed what little hair
that was growing on them. I started to complain, and she fussed at me
and told me I'd be trying on dresses and shoes and it would look
suspicious if my legs weren't smooth. After she left me in the
bathroom waiting for this crap to do its thing on my legs, I was ready
to scream. After a few calming breaths I thought about how long Mom
had been gently nudging me trying to get me to accept my impending
girlhood. She had never been forceful and until now I had been
thankful for that. I sighed knowing how little time I had till the
dance and everything I had to get done. She was excited for me because
I did choose this step on my own, I just wasn't prepared for what all
would come with it.
Half an hour later I was finishing drying off in my bedroom and I had
just slipped on my bra and panties when Mom walked in the door. That's
when I realized I had slipped on my thongs without thinking about it.
I blushed and tried my best to cover up.
She came up to me and hugged me. "Baby you don't have to feel ashamed.
I promise you. Now hand me that towel so I can see my daughter okay?"
I groaned. "Mooooom... Please don't..."
She gently shushed me. "Jordan I know, but please humor me okay? Just
for today?"
I sighed. "Fine... I know you've been wanting me to do this ever since
my boobs started coming in good... I'm just..."
She interrupted me, "I know Jordan. Trust me on this though. If you're
going to be trying on girl's clothes it will be a lot less
embarrassing if you looked like a girl."
I pointed at myself and said, "Too late Mom, I already do."
She sighed. "It takes more than that to be seen as a girl Jordan,
you're smart enough to know that. A tomboy wouldn't have ever picked
out the costume you're trying for. It will be a lot less awkward if
you acted the part even just a little."
I leaned forward and bumped my forehead on my desk and sighed
dramatically. "Okay... I'll do my best okay... What did you have in
mind?"
She smiled and then kind of frowned slightly and asked, "Please don't
be too mad at me okay?"
I glanced up at her and asked, "Why? What did you do?"
She gently leaned over and picked up a shopping bag that had been
sitting unseen next to my bed. She said, "Over the last few weeks...
I'd occasionally see something that I thought would look good on you
if you ever...Just in case you ever were ready to give it a shot... I
kind of hoped that you'd be at least ready to try some of it out
today, after all you're going to be in a dress and heels in seven
days... I thought you could start getting used to it some... That way
you wouldn't feel so awkward at the dance... Look we'll go a few towns
over so nobody you know will see you, it'll be okay. Please?"
I blurted out, "Wait... What? What do you mean we? Shelly was going to
be taking me."
She grinned timidly. "Umm. She kind of called when you were in the
shower... I kind of told her that I wished I was going with you two...
She thought it would be a great idea. Please? I'll mostly behave."
I groaned. "Oh God..." I tried to glare at her, but she was looking so
hopeful and excited. I really didn't want to disappoint her, so I
sighed. "Okay fine... Whatever is in the bag, just do your worst..."
She almost bounced like she was ten years old or something. "Okay. You
picked out some good underwear, so first thing is this."
She then handed me a soft cotton shirt, I thought it wasn't that bad
until I put it on. I blurted out, "Mom this doesn't even come to my
belly button!"
She told me as she handed me the next item. "I know, it's supposed to
be like that. I've seen girls your age wearing things like this. I
know it's a bit bold but so are you. Now here put this on."
I looked at the offending item and could tell it was a skirt. I wanted
to throw it but then glanced at my reflection and paused. I've seen
girls wearing a top like this before, I think it's called a crop top.
It actually didn't look too bad on me, maybe even pretty good on me
once I thought about it. I easily stepped into the skirt and pulled it
up fastening the button and zipper behind me and looked back at my
reflection. I softly muttered, "Oh wow!"
Mom sat there silently as she watched me twist and turn while staring
at my reflection. I almost didn't think that girl could possibly be
me, even though logically I knew she was. I was admiring how the
skater skirt and crop top hugged my curves when she spoke up, "What do
you think?"
I blushed as I admitted, "It's not as bad as I thought it'd be... I
just can't believe that it's me... After everything that's happened...
Wow..."
She came up behind me and brushed my bangs with her fingers and looked
at me through the mirror. "You're beautiful you know that?" I didn't
say anything and after a moment she asked, "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah I think so... I was just thinking about... Hang on let
me grab my phone..." I quickly reached over to my dresser and grabbed
it, moments later I had it up and pulled up my photos. The many that I
had taken to track my progress, I finally stopped at the first of the
ones I had taken. The last month I had been so busy I hadn't taken any
new pictures documenting how much I had changed. Comparing that
emaciated seventy-pound boy to the slightly curvy one hundred and
twenty-five-pound girl I had just seen in the mirror caused me to feel
slightly weak, so I sat down softly on my bed.
Mom looked concerned and asked, "What are you looking at?"
I held up the phone for her to see and said, "This... Dr. Byrnes told
me it would be a good idea so when the changes started happening, I
could compare them to this... He knew I wasn't looking forward to
this. I guess he thought that it would help accept the changes only
because I'd remember how much worse off I had been."
She gasped. "Wow... This was from six months ago?" I nodded. She
stepped back and compared the picture and me sitting there. She told
me, "I hadn't realized how much... You know what I see though?" At my
raised eyebrows she said, "Jordan this picture of you was still angry.
Even though you knew you were going to survive you were so upset at
what you thought you had lost..."
She wasn't telling me anything I hadn't already figured out on my own
so all I could mutter was, "I know Mom. I really was pissed off." I
glanced down at what I was wearing and said with a lot of snark. "And
look at me now."
She frowned. "Jordan... Do you honestly want to know what I see?"
I sighed. "A pretty girl who used to be your son..."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Jordan, firstly I see my child, my
beautiful child who I thought I was going to lose. You've been through
so much but with everything you've gone through you haven't let it
change you. And before you make a smart-ass remark, I'm not talking
physically. You've always stood up for your friends, you've always
stood up for what was right. Even at times I want to beat you for the
way you do it, that's still a core part of who you are. You've always
had such a strong and beautiful light about you... Even if it is
feminine is it a bad thing that your outside is finally starting to
reflect your inside?"
I couldn't help but smile at her. "You know that's pretty corny... But
thanks..."
She laughed and came over and kissed me on the forehead and told me,
"If it works then corny is totally okay."
I laughed. "It did Mom... So, what's next?" She grinned and held up a
few things of makeup. I just groaned. "Fine... Let me guess... If I
didn't wear any it'd look suspicious..."
She just nodded, and it honestly wasn't that bad. She only put some
mascara on and this cherry flavored lip gloss that reminded me of a
slightly slicker version of Chap-stick. It was when she came to shoes
that she realized her mistake. She had gotten me dressed up and
realized she hadn't bought me any shoes to go with the outfit. She
finally suggested maybe I should just put on my other clothes again,
only problem was I knew how much she was looking forward to me going
out like this. I took another look in the mirror and had an idea.
"This is called a skater skirt, right?", I asked. At her raised
eyebrows I blushed and admitted, "I've been hanging out with Sam and
the girls a lot. I hear things occasionally... Do you have a pair of
black leggings with all the stuff you've gotten?"
She looked at me curiously and said, "Yes I do have a pair that are
like capris. What do you have in mind?"
I said, "I had an idea. Get them out." I then dug into my closet and
found an old pair of black chucks that looked well worn. Then I dug in
my sock drawer to find a pair of bright blue socks mom had bought but
I'd never worn. Finding my stash, I quickly slid up the leggings and
worked the skirt back over them. Then I slid the socks on, and then my
Chucks. I unlaced the upper few pairs of eyelets, so the uppers could
flop over a bit. I then slid the socks down, so they bunched above my
shoes.
Turning around I faced Mom and asked, "What do you think?"
She frowned at my choice of footwear and said, "I really don't think
those go with the outfit sweetie..."
I turned back around to look in the mirror and I actually sort of
liked what I saw. Wearing the black crop top, white skater skirt with
some sort of geometric designs, black capri leggings, and my Chucks
with the bright blue socks I couldn't help but smile. I tried a few
poses and said, "I don't know Mom... I kind of like it. If I do decide
to end up going this route being a girl, can't I figure out the kind
of girl I'd want to be?"
She sighed. "Of course sweetie... I'd just never think to ever pair
that all together."
I scrunched up my face a bit and made a few more poses. I was standing
there with my hip slightly cocked and my arms crossed in front of me
when Shelly's voice startled both of us, "Oh Damn, work it bitch!"
Looking in the mirror I saw her turn her head and see Mom standing
there in surprise and Shelly tried to apologize, "Mrs. Taylor I'm so
sorry I didn't see you there!"
Mom giggled and told her, "I was thinking the same thing but wasn't
going to actually say it?"
Shelly tried to stifle a small giggle then she spun back towards me
and asked, "So what gives with the outfit?"
Mom told her, "Since we were going shopping, I thought I could get him
to try out one of the outfits I'd bought, he fought a bit but decided
to give it a shot. Then I remembered I hadn't gotten any shoes... The
leggings and footwear were all his idea... I'm trying to dissuade
him..."
Shelly gave me a critical look, so I crossed my arms and cocked my hip
again smirking. She then laughed. "I don't know... I'm sorry for
saying it this way, but that outfit just screams 'Sassy Bitch'... It
fits her... Him... I meant him! Sorry Jordan... You just look..."
I sighed. "Shell it's okay... I know I look like a girl."
She smirked. "Let me finish, First I was going to say hot... Second...
That look actually works for you... I like it. It screams attitude,
and Jordan you have that in excess."
I glanced back towards Mom, who was giving me a raised eyebrow, and
smirked. "So are we going to do this or are we going to stand around
admiring my keen fashion sense?"
Shelly giggled, and Mom actually laughed hard enough to snort once.
Then she glared at me for a quick second for making her laugh that
hard, and then threw one of the pillows that were on my bed at me.
Once they both recovered and quit harassing me over my remark about my
fashion sense, they both argued about if I should carry a purse.
Neither of them would take anything I had to say into consideration.
Shelly won the argument saying that I probably wouldn't utilize a
purse, but one of the cutesy tiny backpacks would be right up my
alley... So, I ended up with a tiny ass black leather backpack
equipped with a tiny mirror, wallet, mascara and lip gloss. I really
wasn't surprised in the least that Mom had just been able to
'scrounge' all this up in under five minutes, that and everything she
handed me was all brand new. I think they expected more a fight from
me to carry the silly thing, but I'd already heard Sam and some of the
other girls complain about lack of usable pockets with their clothing.
This outfit didn't even have a false pocket, so I knew the backpack
was required to carry anything at all.
The first few steps out of the door I hesitated for a quick moment at
the way I was dressed. I started rationalizing that technically I had
been wearing mostly women's clothes now for a few weeks, although the
skirt and crop top was the hardest to rationalize. Thankfully with the
leggings and my chucks I could almost convince myself that it was
close enough to my normal attire. I had thought that this afternoon
wouldn't be too bad, after all I only needed a dress and shoes that
would work for my costume, and then a run to the craft store for my
accessories. I thought it wouldn't take as long as it did.
Unfortunately, the evening consisted of three shoe stores, four second
hand stores, two consignment shops and two separate craft stores to
get everything. With Shelly helping Mom I ended up with a lot more
things than just my costume. Mom just kept telling me, it was for when
I was 'ready'.
That Sunday and the rest of the week when I wasn't in school or at
practice was spent getting the costume ready, and Mom's lessons in
girldom. Mom had gotten me a pair of heels that was a little taller
than the ones for my costume and made me wear them around the house
all week. She told me that it would make the dance that much easier
for me with the slightly lower heels. Mom also made me learn how to do
my makeup for the costume. She thought it would be better if I knew
how so I could touch it up myself and not have to depend on Sam or one
of the other girls to have to do it.
Throughout the week, even school had been going surprisingly well.
With all the preparations for the upcoming dance, the teachers had
been nice enough to not overload us with homework. Except a few of the
jock's, everyone had actually been really great with me and Sam. The
guys that didn't care for us at least just limited their disapproval
with glares and looks, no one said or did anything to either of us, or
at least where we could hear it. Life was surprisingly and eerily
calm, at least if you could overlook the frenetic efforts to get ready
for the dance.
Lyndsey and Brett had kept a tight lip on what they were going as, but
I could tell that the closer we got to Saturday and the dance the more
excited Brett got. Sam and I managed to keep our costumes secret as
well, other than she had told me that I'd really like hers. I told her
the same, but she was still pretty sure my idea was going to be just
as lame as as my original idea of going as a professional athlete. I
made sure that Shelly promised not to even hint to her or anyone else
what it was. Thankfully she also kept her promise to also not let
anyone else know about how I was dressed during our shopping trip.
The plan we had ended up making was for Shelly to help me get ready,
and she'd also get ready at my house and then give me a ride to the
school. Rachel would be picking up Sam and meeting us there. Of
course, Lyndsey and Brett would be getting ready together and Lyndsey
would drive them to the school. So that's why Shelly was at my house
just after eleven AM that Saturday morning...
The entire afternoon Mom and Shelly tag teamed me with my
transformation. First thing they did was to attack my hair, they said
was just to 'shape' it and removed the homeless look to it. Then it
was my eyebrows, I'm surprised that I had anything left of my brows
after they spent entirely too much time plucking. While Shelly was
plucking hairs, Mom was filing away at my finger nails and gluing on
these extension tips to them. I tried to complain they were too long,
but mom just smirked and showed me where it said "sport length' on the
package... As if that made it okay, my disapproval still didn't stop
her though. Mom had just finished filling in the nails to make them
smooth when Shelly started putting this foul-smelling stuff in my hair
to lighten it, so it would match the little hairy blonde ball looking
thing that was going to be clipped in when it was all to be finished.
Mom had me stick my hands in this weird light contraption to cure my
nails, while we waited for my hair to finish processing. I was then
rushed into the shower to wash, shave, and condition my hair twice. I
wasn't even able to see my reflection when I got it of the shower from
the steam, and I was rushed into my bedroom before I could clear the
mirror, so I could see.
Once I dried off and put on my underwear, thongs and this weird
strapless bra that had these rubber inserts in it. I was told so that
would hold lift and squeeze everything into place. When I glanced down
my boobs looked huge and they both laughed their asses off when I
complained that I could lose things in my cleavage. Shelly then blow
dried my hair and Mom started painting my nails a frosty pink color,
she even started painting my toes although I complained they wouldn't
be seen with my shoes. She just smiled and cryptically told me that
I'd know and continued on. Shelly then started gluing on the ear
pieces to give me pointed elf like ears. Once she was done, she begged
and pleaded for me to let her pierce my ears. She had brought her
starter set of earrings over in case, and was trying to convince me
that it would totally complete the look. I sighed acceptance, or maybe
it was defeat. Right now, I didn't know if there was a difference.
Besides I could always let them close up after tonight.
Once that was done Shelly left to start getting ready in the bathroom
and Mom started on my makeup while my nails were drying. I looked at
the clock and realized that not counting the breaks we had taken, we
had been at this for almost five hours. I just groaned as dramatically
as I could and complained how long it was taking, much to Mom's
amusement. Once she finished with my face, she checked my nails and
declared that it was time to get the rest of my costume on. First, I
had to put on the pantyhose, which Mom had to help me with to keep me
from ripping them with my 'new' nails. Then Mom pulled the dress out
of the garment bag that Shelly had brought. When we found it at one of
the second-hand places it had two shoulder straps that held it up, and
when I tried it on it almost drug the ground. I found it hard to
believe that this was the same dress we had bought. Even with all the
fittings I've had over the last week I didn't imagine that it would
look so different. Originally it had fit me pretty snug across my
chest and hips but was loose around my waist. Shelly's mother did the
alterations for me, thanks to Shelly asking her. She was almost as
excited as Shelly and my mother was about project fairyfy me. It's
funny how all this originally had been my idea, but I had ended up
with next to no say so in how we went about it.
Mom was zipping me into the dress when Shelly came back into my
bedroom decked out in the dress she was wearing. I was in awe, I had
never seen her in a dress or even makeup before and she was gorgeous.
She was going as a princess from this old movie her and Rachel loved,
while Rachel was going as the swashbuckling pirate love interest. I
almost laughed, as uncomfortable as I felt in my dress Shelly looked
far more uncomfortable than I did. Of course, with her being a lot
more butch than Rachel, I don't know how long its been since she's had
to wear a dress. Butch probably wasn't the right word, I mean Shelly
had long hair and was definitely a girl and acted like one. She just
never really wore makeup and always wore jeans and stuff like that.
Realizing how she felt actually helped me feel a lot better about my
situation. At least I wasn't alone in this.
Shelly exclaimed, "Holy crap Jordan! You look amazing!"
I blushed. "Shelly... Thanks... I doubt I look anywhere near as good
as you... You are beautiful... I never thought I'd see you add dressed
up like this."
She rolled her eyes. "This is entirely for Rachel... She's always the
one that takes the effort to dress up... When she asked me to do
this... I sort of felt like I owed it to her." She glanced over at
where the sheet still covered the mirror and said, "Oh wait! You
haven't seen yourself yet have you?"
I shook my head. "Duh?!? You two wouldn't let me see until you were
finished... Seriously though, how ridiculous do I look in all this?"
Mom told me, "Not ridiculous at all... Shelly put on his wings okay,
so he'll get the full effect."
Shelly nodded and then grinned. "Yes Ma'am, good idea. I kind of want
to see how they turned out too."
I muttered, "Just get on with it okay?"
Mom had helped me create the required wings, and Shelly's mom had made
some sort of reinforcement on the back of the dress, so they could be
mounted without some obvious harness that would be visible and ruin
the effect. I fidgeted a bit while they were securing them and then
Mom directed Shelly to stand next to me while she did the unveiling.
Mom started to do her Vanna White impersonation before pulling the
sheet off the mirror and I groaned. "Will you just hurry up and..."
She then whipped the sheet away from the mirror.
I had been expecting an over the top caricature of the animated
version of my character, which was not what I had been aiming for.
Other than the blonde hair, that was my only likeness to that image.
The rest of what I saw though. It took several long moments to
register that it was actually me in the reflection. From the top down,
I saw the blonde hair pulled into a bun, but it all wasn't pulled in
neatly. I had a lot of wisps of hair falling down around my face and
neck and gave a much better impression of a wild untamed fairy like I
had imagined from the novel. Mom had used the makeup to make my
cheekbones stand out and had used a mix of greens and blues around my
eyes that made my blue eyes stand out like sapphires. The light
pinkish red lipstick almost matched the color of my nails, and my
mouth was frozen in a look of surprise.
I then glanced down at the green dress and how it had been modified to
fit me. Shelly's mom had removed one of the straps and the dress was
held up by the one strap over my right shoulder, and also how it
hugged my every curve from my breasts all the way to my hips. It was a
satiny like materiel, but Shelly had treated it with some sort of
glitter spray and the dress shimmered as I moved in it. I also tried
to not notice, but failed, how the dress showed my cleavage but not
bad enough for me to get kicked out of the dance. The wings I had made
from wire but covered in a cheesecloth materiel that was also treated
with the glitter spray. I hope not at least. She also had removed most
of the length but had hemmed it where it went from my left knee to
just below my right hip diagonally. It was also hemmed to look almost
like a leak, and then my shapely legs encased in the opalescent hose
all the way to the silvery sparkly strappy three-inch heels. I looked
almost exactly how I had always imagined she would had she ever jumped
directly out of the book.
I don't know how much time had passed, as I was so entranced by my
reflection. Shelly finally snapped me out of it when she asked,
"Jordan are you okay?"
I blinked and looked at her. "Huh?"
She laughed and repeated, "I asked if you were okay? You looked like
you were in a daze... Is this too much?"
I shook my head gently. "No... It's just... I never imagined that I
could ever look like this... Do you think Sam will think it's okay?"
Shelly laughed. "Jordan, you are beyond gorgeous. Sam will be blown
away."
I giggled. "I hope so... You know Rachel will be the same with you,
you know that, don't you?"
She waggled her eyebrows and said, "That's what I'm counting on. So,
you ready to blow some minds?"
I nodded and smirked. "You betcha!"
Mom blurted out, "But first things first! Let's go downstairs for
pictures!"
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