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Author's Note: I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying the new story,
this is one that's been in my head for years and I'm happy to finally
have it down on the page. Additionally, if you've been chomping at the
bit for more stories, I've taken part in a few CYOA interactive stories
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"What am I going to do?" Taylor asked, after explaining his current
situation to Aunt Agnes. She sat with a pensive look on her face.
"I suppose you could always just... explain the mix-up and tell them
that you're a boy," Aunt Agnes remarked. "At least that's what I would
do."
"But if I do that, they'll make fun of me! Between the nails, the
sunglasses, even if I tell them that the nails were a prank, they'd
just think I'm some freak. And Emily changed her shirt in front of me!
Her dad's like a marine or something, he'd pummel me if he found out!"
Taylor said. "Maybe I can just never leave the house again... And you
could tell them I went home."
"If that's what you want..." Aunt Agnes said.
"But then I couldn't go out by the pool, and what if they saw me
through a window..."
"There is one more solution, but I don't think you'd like it."
"What is it?"
"If you're so vehemently against telling them that you're a boy, you'll
just have to keep up the charade. At least until we can fix the nails
and cut your hair. Then I can tell them that my 'niece' Taylor went
home suddenly, and my nephew, who is also named Taylor, came to stay
instead, and you can be the real you."
"But would they really believe that? Identical cousins?"
"I don't see why not, family resemblances are fairly common, aren't
they? Of course, you could always spend the whole summer as a girl and
then you won't have to worry about them recognizing you ever again."
"Let's not be hasty... I guess you're right. That might work... A week
pretending to be a girl isn't so bad. I can still wear guy's clothes,
lots of girls do that nowadays."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang throughout the house. Aunt Agnes made her
way to the door and opened it, revealing Emily and Logan standing
behind it.
"Hello, you must be Emily and Logan. I'm Taylor's aunt, Agnes," Aunt
Agnes said. "Come in."
"Thank you," Emily said. "Is Taylor finished with what you needed her
for?"
"I think that she is. Taylor! You've got guests!" Aunt Agnes shouted.
Taylor walked in from the other room, suddenly self conscious in front
of Emily and Logan, despite knowing that the only feminine thing he
really had were the nails.
"What's up?" Taylor asked.
"We wanted to see if you wanted to come back over and hang," Logan
replied.
Taylor looked to Aunt Agnes, who just shrugged in response.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Taylor said.
"Great!" Emily exclaimed. "Let's go!"
Taylor followed the siblings out the door as Aunt Agnes shut it behind
them, chuckling as she walked away. Thankfully, Taylor didn't have any
more awkward moments after heading back to Emily and Logan's. All that
happened was a bit more conversation and a few rounds of video games
between the three teens.
The next morning, Taylor was woken up bright and early to Aunt Agnes
walking into the room and pulling the curtains wide open.
"Jeez! What are you doing? It's only..." Taylor glanced at his phone.
"8 a.m."
"Which is a perfectly normal time to wake up. But more importantly,
your new friend is waiting for you downstairs."
"New friend?"
"Emily came by after her morning jog and wanted to know if you were
awake yet."
"Why didn't you tell her I was asleep?"
"I did... when she came by before her jog," Aunt Agnes sighed. "If
she's going to be that insistent, I'm not going to keep turning her
away."
"Ugh..." Taylor groaned. "All right. Tell her I'll be down in a few
minutes."
After Aunt Agnes left, Taylor quickly brushed his hair out of his face
and brushed his teeth, before heading down to the foyer, where Emily
was sitting on the small bench near the door.
"Good morning!" Taylor said, coming down the stairs.
"Taylor! Your aunt didn't just wake you up, did she?" Emily asked, as
chipper as ever.
Taylor wondered how someone could be that happy at that time of the
morning.
"Sorta," Taylor yawned.
"Someone's a night owl, sounds like Logan," Emily giggled. "He stayed
up way too late trying to beat your high score."
Taylor chuckled in response. He bet Logan wasn't used to a "girl"
beating his high-score. Even if the situation sucked, Taylor could see
some humor in it.
"Got any plans for today?" Emily asked.
"Not yet... why?" Taylor replied.
"Are you planning on going swimming again?"
"Let me guess... you don't have a pool?"
"It's not filled yet," Emily said. "And you did say it was getting
boring swimming alone..."
Taylor weighed his options, it wasn't like, especially during the
summer, he was gonna get out of swimming. And if he refused, it meant
he wouldn't be able to swim without Emily edging her way in. It was
probably better to figure this out early.
"Let me check with my aunt to see if it's okay," Taylor said.
"I'll go grab my suit! Text me what she says!" Emily rushed out the
door, back towards her house.
Taylor went into the den and found Aunt Agnes reading a book.
"We've got another problem," Taylor said.
"That certainly seems the trend this week..." Aunt Agnes sighed. "What
is it this time?"
"Emily wants to go swimming," Taylor said.
"And..."
"And if I go swimming without a shirt, she'll see that I'm a guy!"
"Oh, right. I think I have something that might help. It came with the
bathing suit," Aunt Agnes quickly stood up and went back to the closet,
pulling out a long sleeved blue rash guard. "How's this?"
"Perfect," Taylor said, taking it.
Taylor quickly texted Emily and changed into his suit, using his
computer to look up how to hide his male bits temporarily with some
tape. After some doing, he managed to securely hide them. Thankfully,
the rash guard wasn't quite his size, so it managed to hang in a way
that would obscure his lack of breasts. Taylor really hoped that he
wouldn't have to figure out how to fake that.
Once he was finished, he grabbed his sunglasses, towel and went out
back to the pool, letting Emily in through the back gate when she
arrived. She was wearing a striped bikini and Taylor lowered his
sunglasses to get a better look at it while she set up her towel on one
of the lounge chairs.
"That's your suit?" Emily asked as she walked over to the side of the
pool and sat down, dipping her legs into the water.
"Yeah, my aunt accidentally sent my regular one out with the laundry,
so I have to use this one," Taylor replied.
"That stinks. You should've told me, I'd have let you borrow one of
mine," Emily remarked. "I've got this great one-piece that you'd look
great in!"
"That's okay," Taylor said. "I'll stick to this one for now."
"Suit yourself," Emily giggled as she hopped into the pool.
Taylor followed and everything went fairly well as they swam. No
embarrassing situations for Taylor, and he got to covertly check out a
pretty girl in a bikini without her realizing it. Emily just assumed
that Taylor was comparing. Which conveniently also served as a test for
how good his tucking job had been.
Eventually, they were done swimming and were splayed out on the lounge
chairs, catching some sun. Taylor dried himself off and stood up.
"I think I'm done for the day. I'm gonna go change," Taylor said.
"I'll come with!" Emily exclaimed, sitting up.
"Nah, you stay down here, I'll be quick," Taylor insisted.
"I don't feel comfortable just being left alone out here... besides, I
wanna see your room!" Emily said.
"...Fine," Taylor said, grabbing his towel.
Taylor and Emily began to walk through the house, as Emily remarked on
the aesthetics of the mansion.
"Your aunt has great taste. Everything is so nice!" Emily remarked.
"Yeah," Taylor said. "I guess."
As they approached the room, Taylor hoped he hadn't left any obvious
masculine items strewn about the floor as they walked inside.
"Nice room!" Emily remarked. "Kinda sparse, though."
"Well, it's cause I'm only visiting. So this is still technically Aunt
Agnes's room," Taylor explained. "The game systems are mine, though."
Taylor started rummaging through a drawer to grab his clothes, while
Emily looked around.
"You might want to head home... I'm probably going to take ages to pick
something out." Taylor hoped that Emily would take the offer.
"Ooh! Let me help!" Emily said. "I've been told I have an eye for
fashion."
"That's okay, I pretty much know what I like to wear," Taylor said,
reaching into the drawer where his t-shirts were.
Taylor started rummaging through the shirts as Emily pulled open the
closet door and smiled.
"Here we go!" Emily exclaimed.
Taylor looked up, surprised to see that inside the closet that he'd
never opened, was a bunch of clothing suited for a teenage girl.
Dresses, skirts, and all manner of shoes were arranged very nicely
within the closet. Taylor's face dropped.
"I think these will look great on you!" Emily finished making her
selections and handed a bundle of clothes to Taylor.
"Uh..." Taylor started.
"These are your clothes, right?" Emily asked.
Taylor's brain began to short circuit. He desperately wanted to respond
that they weren't, but he could think of a good reason why those
clothes would be in his closet, especially if he was trying to keep up
the charade for the whole week.
"Yeah," Taylor said. "I just prefer to wear a t-shirt and shorts is
all."
"So I've noticed. You've gotta branch out, show off your femininity, or
else people are gonna think you're a guy," Emily said. "These clothes
will help with that."
Nevermind that Taylor wanted people to think he was a guy, because he
really was one, Taylor silently took the bundle and rushed into the
bathroom. He unrolled the pile, and within it was a pair of white
panties, a white padded camisole, a pair of denim shorts that went down
to about to the knee, and a pink polo shirt. As Taylor inspected the
clothes, he was startled by a knock on the door.
"Come on out! I wanna see how it looks!" Emily said as she rocked on
her heels on the other side of the door.
"Uh, I'm not too sure about this outfit. It's not really my style,"
Taylor responded through the door.
"Come on, just try it!" Emily insisted.
Taylor desperately wanted to just tell her that he was a boy, but the
fear was too strong. Besides, what are the odds that the outfit would
even fit? Taylor sighed and stripped out of his bathing suit, putting
on the new outfit. Pulling on the panties, he quickly adjusted himself
similarly to how he'd done for the bathing suit.
While he'd hoped that it wouldn't fit, it seemed that the clothes were
nearly perfect for his size, except of course, for his obvious lack of
feminine assets, though the camisole was doing a pretty good job of
creating the illusion of endowment.
"Taylor!" Emily sang from outside the door.
"Coming!" Taylor replied, before wincing as he looked in the mirror.
Before, there was a bit of ambiguity. The nails and long hair were
feminine, but the clothes weren't. Now, that ambiguity was gone. Apart
from Taylor's hairy legs and lack of breasts, he didn't look all that
dissimilar to a teenage girl, the shirt resting in such a way that his
chest wasn't obviously flat.
Taylor exited the bathroom, with his shoulders slumped and walked out.
Emily squealed with delight.
"You look great! What'd I tell you? You're still wearing pretty casual
stuff, but now you look like the cute girl you are!" Emily exclaimed.
"Great..." Taylor winced.
Emily looked Taylor up and down, then frowned. Taylor worried that she
might have noticed something and his heart began to beat faster.
"Hmm..." Emily started.
"What's wrong?" Taylor asked.
"Don't take this the wrong way but... why don't you shave?" Emily
replied, motioning to his legs and arms.
Taylor had to think on his feet. Why might a teenage girl have stopped
shaving? Taylor didn't think the personal preference excuse would work
for this one.
"Oh... I uh... I ran out of razors. My aunt gets all her stuff
delivered and doesn't have a car, so I haven't been able to. She's
supposed to get some next week," Taylor said.
"Okay," Emily said, before her eyes twinkled with an idea. "If that's
all it is, I've got something that can help with that at my house. Come
with me!"
Emily grabbed Taylor's arm once again and the two teens rushed out of
the bedroom and down the stairs. As they approached the door, Aunt
Agnes walked into the foyer. Her eyes widened slightly at Taylor's
appearance, but if Emily noticed, she didn't say anything.
"Hold on one sec, wait for me outside, I have to talk with Aunt Agnes
about something," Taylor practically pushed Emily out the door and
rushed over to Aunt Agnes.
"This is a new look..." Aunt Agnes said, deadpan.
"Emily took a look inside my closet. Why do you even have clothes for a
teenage girl?" Taylor asked.
"I told you, I get it as comp for the consulting I do with fashion
designers, and I used to send some of it to your cousins as birthday
and Christmas presents, but I've been busy so I just put them in a
closet for storage," Aunt Agnes asked. "Despite everything, she
definitely has good taste. "That color certainly suits you."
Taylor's phone began buzzing in his hand. He checked it and saw a
message from Emily urging him to hurry up.
"I really don't want to go outside like this," Taylor said.
"This is the choice you made. A week pretending to be a girl, you made
your bed, now you've got to lie in it," Aunt Agnes said.
Taylor sighed in acknowledgment, slipped on his flip-flops, and headed
towards the door.
"I'll be back for dinner," Taylor said.
"That's all I ask, dear," Aunt Agnes said. "Have fun!"
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