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Hungover
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
I was hungover big time. I filled the sink with cold water and plunged
my whole head in. The only comfort was that I knew that the night
before had been the craziest of my life. It was a night that we would
be sure to talk about for the rest of our lives. Except maybe not Greg.
He might want to forget all about it.
It had started out as a joke, but maybe it had gone a little too far.
It was just that the ladyboys at the bar had been going on about how
beautiful Greg's hair was. Greg had long, thick, dark brown hair, and
he was proud of it. It is true that you might think he was a girl if
you saw him form behind, but when he turned around you would see the
black beard and dark brows. That is what he had until last night.
The four of us had been planning the trip to Thailand for over a year.
Three of us had never been outside the States, so we wanted to go
somewhere exotic. Soapy said: "Choose a country where the women are
sexy and have no self-respect." It helped that at the time the US
dollar bought almost 35 Thai Baht, so you could fuck for ten bucks.
We had all been donkey deep in pussy for a few days before we went to
the ladyboy bar. We were just interested in drinking and watching the
show, although Beck did say that he would be happy to ass fuck quite a
few of the "girls" on display. But the "girls" were most interested in
Greg.
"Your friend could be very beautiful," they were saying to us.
Greg was well under by the time the next shift of performers came on, so
with our encouragement, he staggered off with his new friends to undergo
a transformation. He was away for so long that I started to get a bit
worried.
"He will be having his dick sucked by all of them in succession," said
Beck. We had another round. We were seriously hammered.
Then, at what ever hour of the night it was, the girls appeared with a
white chick in tow. I say this because there is no way that any of us
recognized Greg. "She" was dressed in a short figure-hugging red dress
and heels that took her up to six feet tall. Her hair was piled up on
top put had a long curled tendril hanging on one side. He face was
smooth and her brows plucked into two striking dark arcs. Her makeup
showed off those dark eyes - Greg' eyes.
"Can I join you boys?" The voice was husky and sultry. Not Greg at
all. But it was him.
I looked around and all three of us had the same expression on our face
- confusion and amazement.
Then Soapy started laughing. He said: "Omigod, this is incredible. You
look good enough to fuck."
"Now boys," she said. "I am not that kind of girl." She seemed the
most sober of all of us. Had it not been for this spectacular
appearance, we were about ready to fall asleep at the table. But she
was just getting started.
"These ladies have taken my cash," explained the vision. "So you boys
are going to have to buy me drinks. And I am going to be drinking those
colorful cocktails. Beer and shots are so unladylike."
Greg was having fun with this. He (or she) pulled down the hem of the
red dress and we could see the legs crossed before us were shaved or
waxed to a smoothness that almost begged us to touch them. He (she)
carried a small clutch bag with a mirror inside for putting on a display
of checking hair and makeup. The lipstick was red to match the dress,
and he (she) pretended to freshen it in the sexist was possible.
We ordered the cocktail for her, and another round of beer and shots
(Thai SongSam liquor).
"Tell us about yourself," slurred Beck. "What is your name?"
"Whatever you like," she purred. I swear that, despite having emptied a
lake of beer into my belly, I started to feel an erection coming on.
"Bella," gaped Beck. "It means beautiful."
"Oh, you're so sweet," she said. "So, you think I am beautiful?"
We had almost completely forgotten about them, but behind this vision of
loveliness, the three ladyboys who had worked this miracle were
tittering away, clearly highly satisfied with their efforts
I have to confess that I cannot even recall the answer. The shot that I
downed shortly afterwards did me in. I am not even clear how I got back
to the hotel, although I am told that I stayed on my feet most of the
time. I was out of it.
After the third dunking of my face into the water I felt ready to allow
a little light to enter my room. I dried off and put on short pants and
a T-shirt.
I took the elevator down to the breakfast restaurant. Service was
almost over but Soapy and Beck were there. They were both wearing dark
glasses inside to ward off bright light. There must be a God because
there was coffee - strong and black. There was no sign of Greg. I fell
into a chair.
"Did I dream last night?" I muttered.
"Greg is going to be fucked off when he wakes up and finds that he has
lost his beard and most of his eyebrows," said Beck.
"Now maybe he will get his hair cut," said Soapy. "Maybe leave some
bangs to cover the eyebrows until they grow back."
"We egged him on," I noted. "We should buy him a cap to hide those
brows".
We laughed. But after we had taken our fill of coffee I went up to his
room to check on Greg. Afterall, maybe he was too embarrassed to come
out. He was not in his room. I went back to report to the guys.
"He can look after himself," said Soapy. "We'll go down to that street
market by the river. We can leave a note."
We were just composing something with a humorous reference to the night
before when a woman came walking towards us. She was wearing a
sleeveless pale pink floral sundress and sandals. She had her dark
brown hair in a high ponytail. She wore pink lipstick and sunglasses.
She walked right up to us before we had any idea what was going on.
"Greg?" I think I asked, or did we all ask at the same time?
"Bella," she replied. This person who had been Greg sat down in the
vacant 4th seat. She took her sunglasses off. She was wearing makeup.
Not like last night - just some eyeliner and mascara, and some light
work around the face and highlighting the eyes.
"I have been up for a while, shopping," she said. "I let you guys sleep
in. After last night, you needed to."
"Are you crazy?" said Soapy. "Look at yourself."
"I did, this morning. A few times in fact." And to emphasize the point
she pulled out a compact and inspected her lips, while pouting. It
occurred to me that Greg / Bella was talking in the same voice as last
night - husky but feminine. "I looked at myself and I realized that I
didn't look like a guy. So, I could walk around looking like a fag, or
get myself some clothes to suit the look."
"So are you going to dress like a chick until your beard grows back?"
asked Beck.
"God knows how that that is going to be," she said, with apparent
calmness, as she poured out a cup of coffee. "They used some smelly
cream to pull my beard out completely. I woke up completely smooth.
Have a feel."
For some reason I reached out to stroke the face of my old pal. It was
as smooth as he said, and soft, and warm, and beautiful. I started to
feel weird, and I pulled my hand away. Was that a stirring in my pants?
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(Just the first part)
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