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CHAPTER 23
The smell of the popcorn. The roar of the fans. The wind blowing
through the stadium. The excitement of each pitch. The crack of the
bats. I'm one huge baseball fan. I love watching the games live. You
get to feel the joy of being there with other fans.
I lost track of how many games I have been to over the years. Way more
than I can remember. Way more than I can count. Though, I can count
how many times I have been to a game wearing makeup. I can count on
one hand how many dates I have gone on to a baseball game. I can't
forget how many times. Number 2 was in my near future. A future I
never thought was possible. I never would have thought I could count
the number of times I been dressed as a girl at a baseball game.
My mom started walking towards her closet to get me a outfit to wear
to the game. I should tell her "no". I know this is not a good idea.
But I really wanted to go to the game, but not like this. If I don't
stop this from happening, I don't know when it will stop.
"Mom, I think I shouldn't..." I started when my mom yelled a bit with
glee, "Charlie!"
"Oh shit! What? What happen? What?" I said panicked.
"Oh, sorry," she said realizing she scared me. "I just remember. You
have your own clothes to wear. I'll go get you an outfit and fresh
underwear. You start stripping" she said walking towards my room.
"My own clothes?" I said to myself. How the hell did I forget the
clothes upon clothes my mom bought? "Stripping?" I thought as an
afterthought. Not that kind of stripping dumbass.
By the time my mom came back I was out the nightgown and was just
standing there in the bra and panties I wore the night before.
"Here, put these on and toss the others," she said as she handed me a
white and red lacey bra and red lacey panties.
I waited till she walked out of the room before I changed my panties.
I pulled down the pair I was wearing and kicked them and quickly
retucked my junk and pulled the new panties up.
"You decent?" my mom asked walking back into the room with her hands
over her eyes.
"Yeah," I answered.
I went to remove the old bra and unlatched it and watched as my fake
boobs just fell to the floor. My mom watched and just laughed.
"I never had that problem." She giggled.
I went to put on the new bra as my mom picked up "my" boobs.
"Charlie. I got the Phillies shirt you bought at the mall to wear," my
mom said tossing the shirt on the bed.
It was the pink top, with a v-neckline that read "I Kiss Philles." Of
course that was the top she would pick for me to wear.
"Um, the v-neck on this is pretty low. It is going to show a tiny bit
of cleavage," mom said.
"ok." I said in a whatever kinda way.
"You don't have cleavage Charlie," Mom said pointing at my chest.
"Well I guess we better get a different top then," I said with joy
since I didn't want to wear it to the game.
Just then Neil popped his head through the door.
"Mom, can I please go over to Daryl's house now?" he asked looking at
me in disgust.
Every time he has seen me lately, I am in some kind of girly shape.
Not at all looking like a older brother.
"Neil," Mom said, adding, "Ok, but before you go, run into your
sisters room. There are two bottles on her desk. Bring me the bigger
one," she asked sounding more like an order.
Neil's head disappeared like a turtle's head going back in its shell.
"Mom, what's going on?" I asked.
She told me to remove the bra I just finished putting on. She was
holding the faux boobs when Neil walked into the room.
"Ewwww," he said looking at "my" boobs.
"Neil open that bottle and squirt it all over this," she said pointing
at the back of one of the boobs.
"Mom, are you thinking what I think your thinking?" I asked.
"Yes. Look you can wear the shirt if we glue these on. You won't have
to worry about your boobs falling out and you can cheer without worry.
We can just use the remover when you get home. No harm no foul," she
said as she placed the first boob to my chest.
It was so cold.
"Hold this," she said to me. 'This' being "my" boob. I pressed it to
my chest to keep it in place and Neil glued up the other boob.
Once done mom stuck the other faux boob to my chest.
"You can go Neil. Call me when you get there and when you are
leaving," mom said pointing towards the door with her free hand.
"Thank god. It's getting freaking weird up in here," Neil said as he
darted to the door.
"Don't say anything to Michael you little turd!" I yelled as I'm sure
he won't listen.
"Bye Sis!" he said leaving the room.
"Mom, are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Yeah. The glue should hold till you get home and we can use the
remover to get them off. Then you can hang up your heels and go back
to normal," my mom said.
"Normal. I remember normal," I said.
My mom took my free hand and put in on the other boob.
"Hold on to these and come to my bathroom and sit down," she ordered.
I felt a little like the models you see in the magazines where they
are standing topless but holding their own boobs. I followed her to
the bathroom and sat down.
"Charlie, your makeup and hair look fine, I'm just going to comb it a
bit and wipe a little bit of makeup off since it's not fresh looking.
Once I'm done your boobs should be on well and we can finish you
getting dressed for your game," she said as she picked up the comb.
I sat there for about 5 minutes, but felt like 20. When she was done
she said I could let go of my boobs and follow her. I did as I was
told.
She handed me the bra again and said put it on. She threw the Philles
top on the bed along with socks and jeans.
"Put these on and I'll be right back," she ordered.
The bra seemed to fit better now that the boobs were stuck to me and
not just sitting in the bra. I could feel the weight of them more than
I did before. I pulled the shirt on over my head not to mess up my
makeup or hair. I sat down on the bed and put the socks on. They were
a light grey color and went to just over my knees. "This is a weird
choice," I thought to myself.
Next I reached behind me to grab the jeans. Which upon grabbing them I
found out they were jean shorts. They were pretty damn short too. Like
4" from my crotch short and ended in a cuffed hem.
"I can't believe my mom wants me to wear these. Truthfully I don't
even remember picking these up in the store," I thought to myself.
I was finishing buttoning them up my shorts when my mom walked back in
the room... hands full. She handed me a pair of boots. They were
heeled boots. The had a 2.75" staked heel. They were a light brown
color with a strap and buckle on the front of the boot around the
ankle area. I sat down and put them on. They came up just a little
below my knee.
"Charlie. Push down your socks a little. Not into the boot, but not
above your knee. That's the style. That's how you wear that look," she
said as she handed me everything that was in her other hand.
First were the earrings. They were big round silver hoops. About 3.5"
diameter. Then was a charm bracelet, which only hand one charm on it.
It was silver bracelet a little heart charm hanging from it. The she
gave me a necklace that was a thin silver one with the same charm that
was on the bracelet.
"Take this and freshen up your lips," she said handing me a lipstick.
It was the same red I put on at the mall. "The red will look very
Philliesy," she said with a giggle. I guess since the Phillies have a
red logo that was what she was getting at.
I walked to the restroom to put on the lipstick. I wasn't dressed up.
Just dressed in shorts and tee, but when I looked in the mirror, my
image still yelled "cute woman," Once again, not only did I look
nothing like a boy, but I looked like I could pass for a 20 something
young woman. The little bit of cleavage looked so real coming from the
v-neck.
I put on the lip stick which really popped. It was such a red that you
couldn't miss my lips. You know what I mean.
I walked back into the room and my mom handed me a tiny purse. "Here
Charlie. This is one of my best purses. It my Kate Spade baby. Don't
lose it. I put all you need in there. Chuck the lipstick in there to
freshen up later and go have fun," she said as she kissed my forehead
and walked out of the room.
Here we go. Once again I was thinking to myself, "It's not too late to
back out. But I really want to go."
It felt like a ghost just pushed me towards the door because I just
started walking. I didn't think anymore. I'll just go. I'll see a
baseball game. I'll but a soda and popcorn. I'll get survivor. I'll
cheer on the Phillies. I'll walk around the stadium in my high heeled
boots. I'll let another guy hold my hand. I'll giggle at his jokes.
I'll pretend it doesn't weird me out to know other guys are staring at
me. I pretend this is all normal. I'll pretend it's not crazy my best
friend for years and years is into me. I'll pretend that going on
another date with a guy to a baseball game is just another day. I'll
pretend I enjoy sitting for 9innings with my penis tucked between my
legs.
I walked down the stairs. These boots, even though they had the heel,
they were very easy to walk in. And with the socks on, they didn't
hurt my feet.
As I got to the bottom I saw Michael get up from the chair he was
sitting, waiting on. He was wearing blue jeans, his Dutch Dalton
jersey and his Philles cap, which was being worn backwards. "Why am I
not wearing that?" I asked myself.
"Wow, Charlie. You just get more beautiful each time I see you," he
said.
"Thanks, can we go now?" I asked.
"Yea, you have perfect timing. We should get there before the game
starts," he said as he walked towards the front door.
As he opened it he said "Ladies first," As he held the door open for
me to pass. I just gave him a dirty look.
"Bye mom!" I yelled as I walked past Michael knowing damn well he is
going to check me out from behind.
He walked passed me pretty fast and opened the car door for me.
"Thanks, but you can stop now," I said getting in the car.
"Stop what?" Michael asked.
"Stop treating me like your date," I said as he closed the door.
As he go into the driver side, I continued, "I didn't have time to get
out of all the clothes and makeup from last night so Mom suggested I
just go dressed like a girl so I didn't miss the game. I'm not a girl.
This is the last time. I just had no time."
"Ok. But you could have removed it all last night thought. You had
time then," he said.
"I was too tired. I just wanted to sleep," I said back.
"Sure. If you say so, babe. Whatever floats your boat," Michael said
with a chuckle as he started the engine.
We started driving. Once again I was sitting in a car, dressed like a
girl. I just looked down at myself. Shorts so short they were riding
higher up my thighs due to sitting in the car. Lots and lots of leg
showing. I had my mom's Kate Spade purse on my lap being held by my
hands with painted nails trying to cover my legs as best I could. But
the purse was too small. I can feel Michael's eyes burning a hole in
my legs.
We were both pretty quiet as we drove. I don't know what was going on
in his head, but I was thinking about opening the door and leaping
out.
Then he spoke, "So are you looking forward to homecoming? Do you have
a dress in mind? I'll get a tie to match your dress."
"Ha ha ha. Your hilarious," I said.
"What? I didn't say anything funny," He said.
"I'm not going to homecoming with you. I only said ok cause of the
pressure of the room. Today the woman in front lives, tomorrow she
dies," I said as I ran my finger across my neck.
"I doubt that," Michael said. "I'm still pretty sure you are a woman
and been pretending to be a guy this whole time I knew you," He added.
"What the fuck, man! You have seen my thingk in the shower at school,"
I said with anger.
"Nope. Sorry. I don't check out guys in the shower. I'm a straight
dude. I love the ladies," he said just looking at the road.
"I don't look at guys in the shower," I said, knowing that I kinda did
last gym glass. But it wasn't like that. I wasn't looking at them with
lust.
"I'm straight too, dammit!" I added turning my head away from him
towards the window while folding my arms. Like a little angry kid
would do.
"Yeah, I know. I'm a guy. You're a girl. A straight couple. You're
telling me this like its news to me how men and women date. I know
about the birds and the bees," he said.
"I'm not a girl!" I yelled.
"Keep telling yourself that as you sit there in your short shorts,
with high heeled boots and your pink tshirt. Try telling that with
those sexy red lips of yours and tell me they believe you," Micheal
said.
They rest of the ride I just ignore him. We will go to the park, watch
the game. Go home and never let this happen again.
We pulled in the parking lot. I got out of the car before Micheal
could try to get over to open the door for me.
"Let's go girl. It's game time!" he said as he threw up his arms up to
the sky like Rocky.
"Oy vey," I said as Michael lowered his arms down and grabbed my hand.
So it begins. This is going to be a long day.
To be continued.
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