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CHAPTER 24
When I was a little boy, going to games was for me, my favorite thing in
the world. My Dad was a huge Phillies fan. He and I would always watch
the games together. He would buy me the team set of cards and between
innings we would check them out together. I would tell him how one day I
would play for the Phillies and he would say "never give up that dream."
Since he has been gone, I still think of him when I see the stadium in
the distance.
As we get closer to the entrance, the workers at the game are waiting to
check our tickets. This time was nothing like those times when I was a
small boy with my dad.
"Excuse me miss," the old man at the gate said. "I need to check in your
purse."
"Just loads of girly stuff in there my man. This chick is smoking but
she's got no gun," Michael said with a chuckle.
I elbowed him in the rib.
"Dude don't say the 'G' word, are you trying to get us thrown out before
they even let us in," I asked.
"Sorry," Michael said back.
"You can go Miss, enjoy the game. Try not to kiss all of them!" he
added.
"Huh? Who? What?" I asked back confused.
Michael grabbed my hand and said, "Come on Charlie, he's just joking."
He pulled me as he looked back at the old man saying, "She's blonde,
sorry."
We started walking towards the main part of the stadium.
"What was that old guy saying about kissing?" I asked cluelessly
thinking I just had a MeToo moment.
"He was looking at your shirt. But truthfully, I think he was looking at
your boobs," he answered.
"Ugh," was all I had.
We started to make our way towards our seats. I could hear the click of
the heels on my boots on the cement echo in the stadium's halls. I was
holding Michael's hand hard cause there where a lot of people here. I
didn't want to get separated, lost or anything. If you are a guy alone
no one notices. When you are alone, wearing short shorts and a tight
shirt showing off your cleavage, everyone notices.
The whole way to our seats I was looking at people's faces. Michael had
the tickets. He was leading me to our seats. I just followed, or in this
case was pulled along. I could see how guys were smiling at me. Smiling
then, looking at my chest. I was counting the seconds. Look at me and
smile, 1 Mississippi. Look at my boobs, 2 Mississippi. God, guys are
pervs. So glad I'm not....fuck. "Are we to our seats yet?" I asked.
"Almost," Michael said. "Hey, wait, over here first," he added as he
pulled me in a different direction.
We walked over to a souvenir counter. "Yes can I get one of those and
one of those, please," Michael said as he pointed.
He got out his cash and paid, then turning to me, handing me the team
set of cards.
"Let's go girl," he said as he slipped a foam finger onto his hand and
took my hand with is free one.
Of all the things he could do or buy, he just got me what my dad always
bought me. I started to get choked up a little. I started to miss my
dad.
Relax, clam. No one wants to see a girl tearing up at a baseball game.
We finally got to our seats.
I sat down and once again notice how short these shorts are. So much leg
showing. Decided the best option was to cross my legs, At least to cover
my crotch some.
"This is going to be a great game. Phillies could sweep the Marlins
today," Michael said as he sat down next to me.
"Yeah," was all I spoke.
"Come on babe, you should be more excited! It's the Phillies!!" he said
as he waved his foam finger in the air.
"I am excited, but I still feel weird about this siltation going on," I
said.
"Just chill out," he snapped back.
Just then the announcer came on and told everyone to rise for the
national anthem. I uncrossed my legs and stood up. Michael moved his arm
around my waste and pulled me close to him to give me a side hug of
sort. Then once the woman started singing he moved his hand off me and
to his chest. I decided to do the same. In doing so I could feel my
"boobs" under my hand. This is so damn weird.
The woman finished singing as the announcer chimed in again this time
with "Remain standing and welcome your Philadelphia Phillies!"
Everyone including me and Michael clapped.
Once everyone started sitting, Michael asked "Would you like a soda? I'm
going to run and get one."
"Sure," I said.
As he walked off I just sat there. I was trying to stay out of my head
and not think about the fact I was once again on a date with my
"boyfriend".
I started looking and listening to the fans around me. I looked to my
right and there was no one in the two seats next to us. But 3 seats down
I saw an older woman. She had to be in her 70's. She was getting her
scorebook out ready to fill in. She looked so adorable. Did I just say
adorable? Whatever.
I looking to my left and I could see a 10 year old boy and he's dad
looking out at the field pointing at players. My guess, talking about
stats.
I looked away. I looked out at the field. Here I am again. I had been
here many times before. I still have dreams of being out there on that
field. Was I good at playing baseball? I'm ok. Was I great with the bat?
I could hit a few singles. Was I athletic like these guys in front of me
on the field? Well, I mean, I could run fast. I knew my way around the
field. Do I have the athletic built or bodies like them? Well as I look
down at my thin legs crossed in from of me...I would say no. Looking
down just reminds me that those guys out there and me sitting here are
two complete different kinds of guys.
None of those guys are worried if their shorts are too short.
The game was just about to start as I heard a man say, "Excuse me."
I looked up to see a tall guy around my age. Fit too. Looked like he
could be a baseball player himself. He had a Phillies hat on and a Ryan
Howard jersey.
"Excuse me, Can we get by?" he asked.
I didn't realize that crossing my legs made it hard for people to get
by. I stood up to let the guy walk pass. As he did, I could see behind
him was his girl. She was my height. She had red hair. She was wearing a
woman's cut Jersey with Harper written on the back and a pair of red
skinny leggings with a red mesh stripe across the thighs.
She sat in the seat next to me as the guy sat next to her.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I replied.
We both just sat there quit as the guy with her yelled "Go Phillies,"
right as the pitcher threw his first pitch. As the catcher threw back
the ball to the pitcher, Michael finally came back to our seats.
"What took so long?" I asked as he handed me my soda
"The lines were crazy long," he replied.
Just then the pitcher threw a perfect strike ball and the umpire called
it a ball.
Michael and the guy that just sat down both stood up and yelled, "That's
a bull shit call ump!"
They both just looked at each other after yelling the same thing and
just high fived each other and sat back down.
The girl next to me just turned and said, "These boys, what are we going
to do with them?"
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm Becca," she said as she put her hand out to shake mine.
"I'm Charlie," I said shaking her hand.
"Is that short for Charlotte?" she asked.
"No. It's just Charlie," I said with a smile.
Just then the Phillies got a third out to end the inning. Everyone
clapped.
Becca turned back to her man and asked him to get her a soda. He got up
which me and the rest of the row had to get up so he could walk past. As
we all sat back down, Michael decided to rest his hand on my bare thigh.
I just looked up at him with a look of discussed.
"Did you look at your cards yet?" he asked.
"Not yet," I replied. "I forgot about them."
I opened my purse to get the cards out.
"OMG, so cute! Is that a Kate Spade?" Becca turned and asked.
"Yes it is," I answered. Only knowing because my mom told me.
"I want one so bad," she said. "But I know they are not cheap."
"Not going to lie, it's my mom's," I said laughing cause it was true.
"Your mom has good taste!" she said.
"Thanks," I smiled.
I stated to remove the cards just as the first batter on the Phillies
got a hit. Michael removed his hand from my leg to clap. I really
haven't been paying any attention to the game. I started flicking
through the cards.
"I'm dumping Kevin for Bryce if I can!" Becca said as she looked at the
cards in my hand.
"Huh?" I said not sure what she was talking about.
"Oh sorry, was that out loud?" She laughed. "Kevin is my boyfriend and I
will kick his sweet ass to the curb to get my hands on Bryce Harper's
sweet ass!" So said, looking at my cards.
I had the Harper card on top of the stack.
"Isn't he just the hottest guy ever?" she asked me.
"I, um..," was all I said as Michael decided to answer for me.
"She thinks my ass is way nicer, right babe?" he said as he rubbed my
leg.
Just then Kevin came back with Becca's drink. We all got up and Michael
took his catcher mitt off me.
The rest of the game was quiet. Then Becca would say something to me.
In the 4th inning a foul ball was hit our way. We were sitting on the
2nd level on the 1st base side. Kevin was able to jump up and grab the
ball. Everyone cheered and Becca gave him a big kiss on the lips.
"Don't worry, I'll try to get you one too, babe," Michael said as he put
his arm around the back of my chair.
In the 5th inning, Becca started to get very chatty with me. She started
asking me where I got my boots from, If I watched Riverdale on the CW,
If I thought Ryan Reynolds was hot or if I liked Ryan Gosling more, what
color nail polish do I like to use most and where do I shop for bras?
Besides that subject matter I actually enjoyed chatting with her. She
the first person I can just talk to that isn't trying to use me or had
any clue I'm really a guy.
In the 6th inning, the whole stadium saw me as a girl and I had no
escape.
The Marlins decided to switch out their pitcher. Becca was telling me
about the job she has at the mall selling clothes. It was weird. I
haven't been paying loads of attention to the game since Becca was
talking my ear off. I kind of was turned towards her slightly actually
enjoying chatting with her even though the subjects were not my taste.
Michael tapped on my shoulder.
"Charlie." Tap tap.
"Charlie." Tap tap.
Finally I turned towards him. "Dude, what?" I asked kind of like WTF?
He pointed towards the jumbo screen. I turned my head to look up to see
me and him up on the screen. Our images in the middle of a heart with at
the bottom said 'KISS CAM'. I turned back to look at Michael and was met
with his lips. Becca started clapping and yelling "You go girl!"
I could feel Michael try to stick his tongue in my mouth. I think I
might have let it in.
"Yo, guys, the camera is on someone else now," Becca said as Michael and
I kissed.
We finally broke away from the kiss. Becca said she needed to use the
restroom and my lips looked like they could use some freshening up. I
kind of want to get out of the situation so I said I would join her.
We both got up and left the guys behind.
We got to the rest room and both went into a stall. I pulled my shorts
and panties down and freed my numb penis. It was a bit sore. It's been
tuck in my panties for hours. I peed and got out the wash my hands.
Becca walked up next to me.
"Can I just say, Wow! I wish my boyfriend would kiss me the way yours
kissed you just then. He must really love you," she said. "How long you
been dating?" She asked.
I was looking in my purse for my lipstick. "We, um only been dating a
month, but I knew him since we were little kids," I said. Which was the
truth I guess.
"Well, girl, he seems like a keeper," she said.
When we got back to our seats Michael and Kevin where sitting next to
each other.
"What did you move on from me?" Becca said joking at Kevin.
"No way Bec! You guys been gone a while so we were just talking shop.
Michael is on the Hawks Baseball and Football team," Kevin said.
"Really? The Hawks? Don't you play the Hawks next weekend?" Becca asked.
"Yeah, Hawks vs Titans! But the Hawks are going down!" Kevin laughed.
"In your dreams, pretty boy!" Michael said back.
"Isn't that the Homecoming game?" Becca asked.
"It is," I said sounding sad and defeated.
"What's wrong girl?" Becca asked me.
Before I could speak, Michael chimed in with, "She upset cause she
hasn't found the prefect dress to wear yet."
"Oh that's it? I still need a dress too. You want to meet me at the mall
and we can look at dresses together?" Becca said with glee.
"I, well, my mom, and I mean Michael asked, but I was, um," I spat out
slowly.
"Is that a yes?" she asked. "How about this, I'll give you my number and
you call me if you want. I could really use some help deciding on what
to wear. Plus I think it will be fun," she added.
"Okay," I said as I put her number into my phone.
As I was typing the last number the whole stadium went nuts. Just then
Bryce Harper hit a 3 run home run.
"That's my future husband!" Becca yelled.
"Hey!" Kevin yelled back.
Not a lot more was said. For the rest of the time I felt slightly normal
again. We all just watched the game. No dance talk, no girl talk, no
Michael being all grabby. We just watched the game.
It was the 9th inning. Phillies needed one more out to win. It was a 3-2
count. The pitch... the batter hit a fly ball out to left field. It's
getting back closer to the wall. So close to being gone, but it lands
just short of the fence right into the phillies' glove for the win.
Everyone started cheering and high fiving. It was the best part of the
day.
Everyone started to gather up their stuff to leave. Becca gave me a hug.
"It was so great meeting you and Michael. I had a blast watching the
game with you. I really hope you call me about dress shopping. It will
be great," Becca said.
Kevin and Michael shook hands.
"See you on the field," Kevin said as Becca and him walked off.
"Let's get girl. Your chariot home waits," Michael said as he took my
hand.
Like entering the stadium I just held onto Michael's giant catcher mitt
till we got close to the car.
Once again, Michael open the door for me.
We started driving, and by driving I mean, we got into the line to get
out of the parking lot.
"I has such a good time today Charlie," Michael killed the silence.
"Becca and Kevin seem like good peeps. You should really take Becca up
on that offer to go shopping with you. She seems cool."
"I don't need a dress," I said.
"Not this again. Well you can go nude, but I don't think the school
would approve. And you can't wear a suit. Cause if you wear a suit, then
I have to wear the dress, and I just don't have the legs for it,"
Michael said joking.
"Ugh," I said with a slight giggle. I want to hate him and punch him,
but that was funny. Michael always did make me laugh.
The rest of the ride home was quiet. It was a long day and I just didn't
have the fight in me at the moment.
Hour or so later we pulled up at my house. Michael once again was too
fast for me and was able to get out and get my door before I could get
out.
He took my hand and walked me to the door.
I tried to walk away but he has such a strong grip on my hand.
"Please let go," I said.
"Charlie. Please, you got to see how perfect we are. We can be the best
friends we always were just now we can be that one bit closer. I don't
want to lose you," he said as he pulled me close to him, but this time
only kissing me lightly on the cheek.
Michael let go and I walked into the house. My mom was on the sofa
watching tv.
"How was it? I see the Phillies won!" she said all gitty.
"Mom, I need help," I said. I felt myself falling apart.
"Charlie, what happen?" Mom asked.
I told my mom how I shouldn't have gone. That it just fueled the fire in
Michael's heart for me. I told her how we met Kevin and Becca and how
sweet and nice Becca was. Even though she was talking about very girly
things, I enjoyed her company. I told her how in front of the whole
stadium, Michael kissed me on the kiss cam. I told her how I didn't hate
it. I told her how I can't go to Homecoming. That it would just be
wrong. But I actually want to be Becca's friend. I told her how I don't
want to be a girlfriend and I don't want a boyfriend, but I will lose
someone who I call friend and have called friend for years and years.
Then I just started crying. I told her I should have never put on any of
her clothes to begin with.
She gave me a big hug and told me to go upstairs and she would remove
the boobs from my chest.
I got to my bed room and sat on the bed. I removed the heeled boots and
dropped them on the floor. I then removed my top and the shorts. I just
stood there for a few seconds in the bra and panties. I felt like I was
going to start crying again. I got on my bed and just laid there. I was
crawled up like a ball.
I don't really know what happen next. All I know is I must have passed
out. I cried so hard I must have tired myself out. I work up at 9pm. I
was still in the bra and panties but I had a blanket on top of me. I got
up and grabbed one of my shirts from the drawn and put it on. It was
pretty big and baggy so I didn't worry about putting pants on too.
I went to find my mom. I was up and still needed these boobs off. I went
to my mom's bedroom and found her sitting in her bed crying.
"Mom! What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh Charlie, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry," she replied.
"Mom, what's wrong. Why are you crying?" I asked.
"Charlie come sit down," she said putting her hand on her bed next to
her.
"Charlie. I decided to let you sleep. I was going to wake you up an hour
ago. I went to get the removal and I was reading the bottle. I never
read the glue bottle. It says the glue is super strong, and needs 8 days
to start deactivating before you can use the removal to make the process
go faster to take the boobs off," Mom said as she put her hand on my
lap.
"It says if you remove the glue early is could cause scaring or remove
your skin along with the glue," Mom added.
"Wait, so you're saying that you can't take these fake boobs off me for
8 days!!?" I asked with panic in my voice.
"Yes," Mom said.
"Ha Ha very funny. I got it. I learned my lesson, Don't fuck with
Vanessa Scott! Got it. Now please remove these," I said as I grabbed my
boobs.
"I'm so sorry Charlie, but I can't for 8 days," Mom said.
And with that my mom and I just started crying like someone just died.
What am I going to do? Why does this just keep getting worse for me?
Whhhhhhhhhy!
To Be Continued.
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