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A Mixed-Up Getaway:
In the months following the Valentine's Day incident, Carl and
Felicia's relationship had done nothing but strengthened. And every
chance she got, Felicia asked for Carly to return. But between work,
personal obligations, and Carl's general unease regarding undergoing
the entire process again, Carly had only stuck around for Valentine's
Day and no longer. The day after, Carl, somewhat embarrassed, went into
the salon as Carly, and emerged a few hours later with a shorter
haircut, penciled-in eyebrows, and the only evidence that suggested his
previous femininity was the fact that he had no body hair, which took
weeks to grow back to its former state. However, when time came for
Felicia's birthday, five months later, she had only one request.
"There's nothing else you possibly want? New shoes? Tickets to a show?"
Carl asked. "Spa day?"
"Nope," Felicia crossed her arms and shook her head. "I want a weekend
with Carly."
Carl wasn't against bringing Carly out again, but he still felt anxious
over the chance that someone he knows might run into them if they stuck
around the city.
"We'll see," Carl replied.
"We better," Felicia smirked.
In truth, Carl's protestations were more for show than real
disinterest, since the conversation had given him the perfect idea for
how to celebrate Felicia's birthday. The first thing he did was to find
a beach-side resort that was reasonably far enough away from their
home, to ensure that no one would run into Felicia and wonder who Carly
was. The second was to book round-trip airfare, and the third was to
present the gift to Felicia a week before her birthday.
"OMG, Carl! You're the best!" Felicia embraced Carl in a hug and the
couple kissed deeply.
"That's what you deserve!" Carl replied.
"We have so much to do, we have to pack, we've got to buy you a
vacation wardrobe! We need to get you everything you'll need to become
Carly... If only we could handle that beforehand..." Felicia listed.
"Unfortunately, Carly can't show up til the plane lands, I can't board
the plane if the face on my ID isn't the one I'm wearing," Carl warned.
"That's a damn shame," Felicia sighed. "I really wanted to watch Carly
go through airport security..."
Over the next few days, Felicia started to pack her bags, bathing
suits, multiple outfits, more than needed for their weekend getaway --
including shoes, and necessary toiletries. Getting Carly's suitcase
together proved slightly more complicated.
"Do I really have to come with you for this?" Carl asked as Felicia
hurried him through the department store to the women's section. "Can't
I just wear your clothes again?
"Even if we are similar in size, you should still have your own outfits
to wear, besides I'm not sharing my good bikini with you," Felicia
said. "And no, you didn't need to come, but since you didn't get a
choice in what you wore the last time, I thought you might like final
approval this time. Otherwise, who knows what I'd pick out for you?"
Carl chuckled as he imagined the possibilities, if Felicia wanted she
could pick short skirts, sky-high heels and thongs if he wasn't around.
"All right, I give in," Carl sighed. "But I don't have to try anything
on, do I?"
The shopping trip was quite eventful. Carl was thankful that he didn't
have to try anything on, since they knew if it fit Felicia, it would
fit him, and happy to find out that he'd be wearing far more
comfortable footwear, since they discovered he was about a size up from
Felicia, in women's sizes. Naturally, Carl came out of the store
carrying several bags filled with all the clothes and shoes he'd need
for the trip.
It was strange, packing up his suitcase the night before, knowing that
the only male clothes he'd be bringing would be the ones on his back
the following morning. As he ensured that he had packed everything, he
checked around for Felicia, before he slipped a small, nondescript
jewelry box into one of the zippered pockets.
The morning of, Carl had showered with Felicia's shampoo, conditioner
and body wash, in addition to having shaved all the hair below his
eyebrows, while Felicia had helped him in cleaning his eyebrows up.
"And you're sure that it won't be as drastic as last time?" Carl asked.
"Of course it won't, I'm just..." Felicia plucked a hair out. "Cleaning
it up a bit."
Arriving at the airport, Carl held his breath as he walked through the
airport scanner, terrified that they might discover that he was wearing
panties underneath his jeans. And that he'd already tucked his manhood
away. But he was simply waved through, with little fanfare.
The plane ride was uneventful, and after the plane landed, with no
luggage mishaps, the couple made their way to their beach-side hotel,
checking in and going up to their room, which is where the real fun
began.
"I think I finally understand why it takes you so long to get ready..."
Carl looked over his open suitcase. "So many choices."
"You've got that right, pick something out, I think I'll probably wear
a sundress, so you might want to go casual," Felicia said, as she
pulled a dress out of her suitcase and checked it against her body.
She glanced over at the dress Carl had pulled out of the suitcase, a
red (naturally) floral midi dress.
"Cute! You'll need the strapless bra for that one," Felicia remarked.
"I still don't see why I need a bra in general, given my lack of... you
know?" Carl motioned towards his chest.
"It's part of the illusion, babe," Felicia grabbed a bra and fastened
it around Carl's chest.
"Fair enough," Carl pulled the dress over his head and smoothed it out.
"I really wish you'd have let me curl your hair this time." Felicia
played with Carl's hair, pulling it out of the ponytail he had it
resting in.
"That's a little too permanent for my tastes, I'd probably have to cut
it short again if I did," Carl said, sitting on the bed and crossing
his legs.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Felicia giggled as she ran a brush
through Carl's hair.
"I don't think I like the way it exposes my stomach." Carl played with
the front of the dress, which had a small hole, exposing his midriff.
"I think your midriff is cute." Felicia reached around and tickled
Carl's stomach through the hole.
"Stop it..." Carl giggled, and playfully batted Felicia's hand away.
"Look who's starting to get into the spirit," Felicia smiled.
Once Felicia was satisfied with Carl's hair, she moved to his face, and
went with a far more subdued makeup job than Valentine's Day, mainly
just covering blemishes and giving Carl some color. A touch of eye
shadow, an eyelash curler, some blush and a light pink lip gloss, and
Felicia declared him finished.
"What do you think?" Felicia asked.
Carl marveled at his reflection in the mirror, sure this wasn't the
first time, but what surprised him was how natural it looked.
"It's so..." Carl remarked. "Feminine."
"I hope so," Felicia said, quickly changing into her sundress.
Carl started to go through his footwear options, and Felicia quickly
pointed out a pair of red wedge flip flops.
"You're gonna want those," Felicia said.
"Flip flops? Aren't we going to dinner?" Carl asked.
"Later, right now I've made us an appointment at the spa. Come on."
Felicia picked up two purses, handing one to Carl.
At the spa, Felicia walked up to the receptionist while Carl's heart
pounded, expecting to be loudly outed any second. The last time was a
professional job, but this was all him and Felicia, there's no way they
were that good.
"Hi there, I'm Felicia, I booked two mani-pedis for me and my
girlfriend Carly?" Felicia said.
"Let me see... Right on time!" the receptionist exclaimed. "Go right
in."
The receptionist pointed to a set of double doors leading into the main
part of the spa. Felicia and Carl walked in, seeing all the spa had to
offer. A room labeled "Mud Bath", a sauna, but the most important for
their purposes, was the set-up of six salon chairs.
"You can take a seat anywhere, we're not very busy today," a spa
employee said.
"Thank you," Felicia said, as she and Carl chose two seats at the end
of the row and sat in them.
They kicked off their flip-flops and left them sitting next to the
chairs while four employees approached and began to set up their tools.
"Two mani-pedis, right?" an employee asked.
"That's right," Felicia said.
"All right, let's get to it," the employee said, sitting in a chair
next to a table holding the supplies next to Felicia.
Another employee sat down next to Carl and started to work on prepping
his fingernails.
"You have such nice hands, you must take good care of them," the
employee complimented Carl.
"Thank you, and I try," Carl said.
In-fact, it was Felicia who had insisted on him taking better care of
his hands, and also insisted on him keeping his nails longer than he'd
been used to.
After their hands had been exfoliated and moisturized, and the nails
had been cleaned, filed and buffed, with Carl's nails being long enough
to reasonably shape, the employee turned to Carl.
"What color were you thinking of, hon?" the employee asked.
Carl thought to himself, he hadn't discussed it with Felicia, and while
Felicia had liked the red polish, perhaps it was time for a different
color? He turned to Felicia, who, as if able to read Carl's mind,
replied.
"I think you should try french tips," Felicia said. "Goes with
everything."
Carl nodded and turned back to the employee.
"French tips," Carl said.
"Good choice. Simple, yet elegant," the employee said. "Same for the
toes?"
"Yes," Carl nodded.
Felicia had chosen a sky-blue color for her nails, and after waiting
for each coat to dry, their nails were finished. Carl admired his nails
as he and Felicia slipped their sandals back on and started to walk
back to their room.
"Just be careful not to smudge it, they're probably still a little bit
wet," Felicia warned as they walked back into their room.
Later on, both Carl and Felicia had changed into heels, Carl's red to
compliment his dress, and Felicia's blue, to compliment hers, and took
a stroll down to the resort's bar. They grabbed a small table and sat
nursing fruity cocktails as Felicia excitedly planned the weekend.
"We've got to hit the beach tomorrow, maybe do some tanning, although
you should probably abstain from that, not unless you want to explain
the tan lines," Felicia said.
"Probably for the best," Carl conceded. "I can just sit under an
umbrella while you bake."
Their conversation was interrupted by a waiter carrying over a tray
with two drinks identical to the ones already on the table and placed
them down.
"We didn't order refills," Carl said.
"From the two gentleman by the bar," the waiter said, and walked away.
Felicia and Carl turned to the bar to see two men, roughly around their
age, wearing Hawaiian shirts, waving at them.
"Oh great..." Carl turned beet red, almost matching the color of his
dress.
"You should be flattered. But we should probably set them straight,"
Felicia said, starting to stand up, but stopped when she saw the two
men approaching their table.
"Hi, I'm Darren, and this is Eric. We were wondering if you gorgeous
ladies would like to have a drink with us," one of the men said.
Carl looked like he wanted to sink into the seat, so Felicia took
control of the situation.
"Hate to disappoint boys, but we aren't trolling for dates. We're on
one together," Felicia grabbed Carl's hand and squeezed it.
"Oh... Sorry about that," Darren said. "You can keep the drinks,
though. Consider it an apology for bothering you."
"That doesn't seem very fair. Why don't we get your next round and we
can have a friendly chat for a bit?" Felicia asked.
Carl nudged Felicia, but she ignored it.
"Sounds like a plan," Darren smiled.
Felicia quickly got up and took the seat next to Carl, while Darren and
Eric slid into the booth on the other side.
The night ended up being a pleasant experience for everyone involved.
Carl was surprised that he had a lot of common ground with Darren and
Eric, who were equally surprised by Carly's knowledge of sports. Not
that a woman knew about sports, but that she knew a lot of obscure
minutia that even they didn't know.
"Yeah, the dugout was purportedly haunted, and that's why it was redone
after the '89 season," Carl said, before taking another sip of his
drink.
"That's nuts!" Eric exclaimed. "That's my favorite team, how have I
never heard of that?"
"Carly's just full of surprises." Felicia smiled as she put her arm
around Carl.
"You better hold onto her," Darren said, checking his watch. "I think
it's time we headed off, but it was nice meeting you two. Have a fun
rest of your trip."
"And again, happy birthday," Eric said.
"Thanks, guys!" Felicia smiled as they walked away. "See, wasn't that
nice?"
"I guess..." Carl muttered.
"And what were you worried about? That they'd be able to tell your
secret? You went on and on about sports trivia and they didn't notice
anything. You've got nothing to worry about," Felicia said.
"I don't know how I feel about being able to pass so easily. It's kind
of a hit to my masculinity," Carl said.
"What masculinity?" Felicia giggled.
"Come on, you know what I mean!" Carl snapped. "I'm sorry... it's
just... weird."
"I know you're not entirely on-board with being Carly, but I really
appreciate what you've done for me, babe," Felicia kissed Carl on the
lips. "Now let's head back to the room. We've got a big day tomorrow."
Carl smiled as he followed Felicia back to the room. Carl agreed, it
would be a big day indeed... for more reasons than one.
A Mixed-Up Birthday:
Carl stretched his arms and yawned as he woke up. He turned to his left
to see Felicia lying next to him. Carl smiled and kicked off his side
of the covers, revealing that he was wearing the red chemise, the same
one that he wore on his first night as Carly. He rolled out of bed and
walked to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. Between the
cute bedhead, the manicured nails, and the outfit, even the fact that
he wasn't wearing makeup didn't seem to make a difference. He didn't
look anything like Carl right now.
Checking to make sure that Felicia was still asleep, Carl tiptoed back
into the bedroom of the suite and opened his suitcase, checking the
zippered pocket. He pulled out the ring box and opened it, inspecting
the diamond engagement ring inside.
"Almost time..." Carl closed the box and put it back into the pocket.
Carl and Felicia had been dating since college, and they had spoken a
few times about marriage, but never to any great detail. But after the
Valentine's Day incident, Carl had realized that Felicia was something
special, and wanted to make it official. He didn't plan on proposing as
Carly, he'd also hoped to have done it back home, but circumstances
required it, since it was the perfect topper to Felicia's already
perfect birthday. As he ruminated over his plans, he heard rustling
from the bed and immediately shut the suitcase.
"Whatcha lookin' for, Carly?" Felicia asked, sitting up in the bed.
"Just checking to make sure I had my bathing suit," Carl lied. "Good
morning and happy birthday, sunshine."
Carl rushed back to the bed and climbed in, sharing a kiss with
Felicia.
"I love my gift already," Felicia giggled as she pulled away.
"Then you'll really love it after what I've got planned for tonight,"
Carl smiled.
"Can't wait," Felicia pecked Carl on the lips.
After a room-service breakfast, Felicia helped Carl re-do his makeup,
and the couple changed out of their sleepwear and into their swimwear,
Felicia donning a black bikini, while Carl changed into a red one. They
slipped on their sandals and grabbed some towels, stuffing them into a
beach bag, before heading out to the beach.
"You know we did a good job tucking, you don't need the sarong,"
Felicia said as they strolled along the beach, passing couples,
families and groups setting up for the bright, sunny day ahead. "It
won't come undone."
"I know, it just makes me feel safer. Just in case," Carl replied,
playing with the skirt.
"I think you just like skirts. Maybe you should start wearing them
every day," Felicia joked, lowering her sunglasses to wink at Carl.
Carl just shook his head and laughed as they walked across the beach,
until they found an open area to set up their towels. After Felicia
laid down on her stomach, Carl grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion from
the bag and started to rub it over Felicia's back.
"Ooh! That's nice..." Felicia exclaimed as Carl rubbed the lotion.
Once he was finished, he set up a towel next to Felicia's.
"While you tan, I'm going to take a walk," Carl said. "Be right back."
"Don't be too long," Felicia said.
Carl started walking down the beach. When he was out of earshot, he
quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Western Ocean Bistro, how can I help you?" a voice on the other
end answered.
"Hi, I'm staying in Room 303, I was wondering if I could get an outdoor
table for two tonight," Carl replied.
"Sure thing, and what name will it be under?" the clerk asked.
"Carl...ly. Carly Stewart," Carl said.
"All right, two for tonight. We look forward to your visit."
"Thank you." Carl hung up the phone.
His heart danced in his chest. It was the first time that he'd set
anything up as Carly. And especially because it was so important, not
only Felicia's birthday, but his intended proposal. He just hoped that
he'd still have the nerve to do it at the end of the night.
After Carl returned to Felicia, she turned over and started tanning her
front, while Carl sat next to her, reading on a tablet. Sitting up,
Felicia spotted Darren and Eric walking down the beach and called them
over.
"Felicia, Carly! Fancy meeting you here!" Darren exclaimed.
"Small resort, eh?" Felicia giggled. "Enjoying the sun?"
"Yeah," Eric said. "Actually, I was hoping we'd run into you."
"Really?" Felicia asked. "Do tell."
"We were going to play volleyball, but our friends bailed on us, so
we're just lugging around the ball," Eric said.
"You ladies interested in a game?" Darren asked.
"I don't know..." Carl muttered.
"If you don't know how to play, we can teach you," Eric said.
"That'd be great. How about it, Carly?" Felicia asked, pouting.
Carl was powerless to resist Felicia's pout.
"All right, let's do it," Carl smiled.
"Great!" Darren exclaimed.
Once they arrived at the net, they broke into teams, since neither
Felicia nor Carl were experts, they were teamed up with Darren and Eric
respectively.
"Okay, so to serve, you hold the ball like this, and just toss it
and..." Eric demonstrated, passing the ball over the net to Darren, who
was showing Felicia how to return the serve.
"I think I've got it," Carl said as Eric moved Carl's arms into
position.
"All right, let's see," Eric handed the ball to Carl, who held it in
his manicured fingers.
Carl wound up his arm, tossed the ball, and served it over the net,
where Felicia dove in to return it. She knocked it back into the air.
"Now just get into position and do this!" Eric motioned with his hands.
Carl copied the motion and when the ball came towards him, he knocked
it back over the net. The game continued for several rounds, with both
sides getting more and more competitive the more they went on. Any
self-consciousness that Carl had at the start of the trip had
evaporated, and he was excited to be not only playing, but winning. And
he didn't even mind that he could tell that several men were leering at
him as they watched the game.
On the final serve, the ball volleyed for ages, with both Felicia and
Darren struggling to hit the ball back to Carl and Eric. Eventually,
Carl spiked it past both Felicia and Darren, and won the game, the ball
rolling past them.
"Woo!" Carl exclaimed, high-fiving Eric.
"Great job, Carly!" Eric laughed.
"Good game, guys," Darren said, catching his breath.
"Who knew you were so good at beach volleyball?" Felicia asked.
"I guess I'm just full of hidden talents." Carl giggled as he rushed to
hug Felicia.
"You sure are, babe," Felicia kissed Carl. "But rules say that the
person who spiked it has to go grab the ball when it rolls into the
water."
Carl rushed over to the ball, which had rolled into the tide, ebbing up
the beach. Carl smiled as he held the ball, and was so distracted by
the ecstasy of winning, that he didn't hear the screams of warning from
Felicia, Darren or Eric, and fell, face-first into the water when a
riptide rolled in and knocked him over.
He sat up, coughing and trying to catch his breath as Felicia and Eric
rushed over to him, helping pull him away from the shore.
"Are you okay?" Felicia asked, immediately embracing Carl in a hug.
"Yeah, I think..." Carl replied. "You don't need to hug me, I'm fine."
"Yes, I do, babe," Felicia said.
"Found it!" Darren ran up, carrying a familiar red bikini.
Carl suddenly noticed that he was missing an article of clothing and
turned as red as the bikini. Felicia helped him get settled back into
it, and they once again parted ways with Darren and Eric, promising to
meet them for drinks before they left the resort. And possibly a
rematch. But Carl and Felicia had reservations to get to.
After a beautiful al fresco dinner with good food and even better wine,
the couple walked down the boardwalk holding hands. Carl continued to
lead Felicia farther out until there were no people around. Just the
moon, the stars and them. Carl and Felicia even wore the same dresses
that they'd worn that fateful Valentine's Day.
"This has been the best birthday ever. Great food, I had so much fun at
the beach, I don't think anything can top it," Felicia said.
Carl grabbed Felicia's hands in his and gazed into her eyes.
"Felicia, I've known for a while that we were meant to be together, but
after Valentine's Day, finding out that you'll stick with me through
literally anything, even something as embarrassing as what you walked
in on, it made me re-evaluate things. And while I didn't imagine I'd be
doing this as Carly, I'm never going to have a better night to ask you
the most important question," Carl said.
Tears began to well in Felicia's eyes. Carl smiled and turned around,
kneeling as best he could in the dress. He started to dig through the
purse but... the ring box was gone! Where had it gone, it was in here
when they left the hotel room, and it was never out of his sight. Did
it fall out? A million questions rang out in Carl's head, his heart
began to race as he desperately searched the bag.
He sheepishly turned back to Felicia, only to find her kneeling as
well, holding a familiar ring box.
"Carly, you make me the happiest woman alive whenever I'm with you.
Will you marry me?" Felicia opened the box.
Carl put his hand over his mouth in surprise and shock. The engagement
ring was gorgeous. The only problem was that it wasn't the ring he had
bought.
"Is that..." Carl held out his hand.
"For Carly..." Felicia said as she took the ring out and placed it on
Carl's ring finger. "For you."
"But my ring..." Carl started as he inspected the ring, which fit on
his finger perfectly.
"Is right here." Felicia handed Carl an identical ring box. "I spotted
it when I checked the luggage the night before we left. I had already
ruined the surprise, so I figured I'd make the night even more
memorable. Besides, you might get hit on if we go out and you don't
have a ring on. Especially looking like you do tonight."
"It's beautiful," Carl said.
"Like you," Felicia said.
Carl blushed and opened his ring box, holding it out to Felicia.
"Seems silly to ask the question now, but... Will you marry me?" Carl
asked.
"Of course I will," Felicia said, embracing Carl in a hug.
Carl took the ring out of the box and placed it onto Felicia's finger.
They gazed deeply into each other's eyes before kissing. Once the kiss
was done, they admired their rings for a moment.
"I guess there's only one question left..." Felicia said, brushing a
stray hair out of Carl's face.
"What's that?" Carl asked.
"Which one of us wears the dress?" Felicia laughed as she started to
walk back down the boardwalk, towards the hotel.
"Ha ha, very funny." Carl rolled his eyes.
Felicia didn't laugh.
"You're kidding, right?" Carl asked, hurrying after Felicia. "Felicia?"
Felicia was kidding... but she could wait until later to tell Carly
that.
The End?
Elle
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