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Taylor quickly made his way back to Emily's room where he removed all
the cotton balls from his toes and he and Emily took turns peeling
their mud masks off. Taylor scrutinized his face in the mirror as he
checked for any remaining bits of mask.
"Look at that! We're glowing!" Emily smiled as she put her arm around
Taylor.
Taylor didn't know enough about skincare to dispute her claim. Once
they were done, Emily put on some pop music and pulled out her laptop.
Motioning for Taylor to join her sitting on the bed, Emily started
scrolling through social media, pointing out photos to Taylor.
"This was the time that my squad went to the cheer finals, we didn't
win, but just getting to the state finals was amazing. Ooh! And this
was the Winter Formal, that's my date, he was a good kisser but we
didn't have a lot in common, oh and this is Logan's date," Emily said.
The picture in question had Logan wearing a suit next to a fairly
attractive girl in a dress, and Taylor's gaze lingered on it as Emily
scrolled down the page, which didn't escape Emily's notice.
"And this is just what I posted on social media... Oh! Speaking of,
what's your Insta?" Emily asked.
"Uh..." Taylor froze. He did have social media accounts, except for him
as he normally was, and not the girl Emily had gotten to know.
"No Insta? How about Snapchat? Twitter? Facebook?" Emily asked.
"Nothing?"
"I don't... My... parents are really strict. They don't really let me
do social media," Taylor said. "You know how parents are."
"Duh, if you want to see overprotective just look at my dad," Emily
giggled. "Remember my date to the winter formal? My dad had a chat with
him when I went back inside for my purse. He nearly crapped his pants
in the limo!"
"I can see why," Taylor replied. "So you understand why I follow their
rules, then."
"Of course. But what if you made a secret account? One just for us,
your parents never have to find out," Emily suggested.
"I don't know..." Taylor started.
"Come on! You're practically an adult anyway, if you don't make one
now, you won't be able to properly document your senior year!" Emily
said. "I'll get you started."
Emily got to quick work constructing a social media presence for
Taylor, thankfully Taylor had a burner email that used his name that
was unconnected to any of his real accounts.
"And a nice profile picture... Smile!" Emily snapped a quick photo of
Taylor on her phone and uploaded it to the computer. "Perfect!"
Taylor's new social media account listed his gender as female, and
Emily had gone through a list of interests to tick off a list, so his
recommendations for accounts to follow/interact with were equal parts
video game related as well as beauty related.
"I'll just friend me... Oh, and Logan of course, and..." Emily turned
her laptop to Taylor. "Voila!"
The page was threadbare, but Emily had done a decent job of creating a
presence for a person who up until a few weeks ago, hadn't existed.
"It's... it's great, Emily. Thanks." Taylor mustered up as much
sincerity as he could. Though he was actually rather thankful, since it
would prevent his adventures in femininity from being broadcast to his
friends back home.
"Wanna add any of your friends from back home? Maybe a crush or two?"
Emily asked.
Taylor could tell that Emily was fishing. He wasn't about to give her
any ammunition.
"No, I'd better not, word might get back to my parents that way,"
Taylor replied.
"Smart," Emily agreed. "And now that you have one, I've definitely
gotta post a pic of me and my new bestie."
Before Taylor could react, Emily had her arm around Taylor's shoulder
and her phone in her other hand to take a photo with the selfie camera.
"Say cheese!" Emily grinned.
Taylor gave a weak smile to the camera as Emily tapped the button,
before quickly jotting out a caption. Taylor's profile refreshed itself
and Taylor saw that Emily had tagged his new account with her post.
"Matching with my bestie, Taylor Hughes. Best sleepover ever!"
"And I totes expect you to use it," Emily said. "Especially when we
hang out."
Taylor weakly smiled in response.
Once the excitement of building the profile wore off, both Emily and
Taylor started to feel tired. Soon, the lights were out and they laid
in their beds in the darkened room. Taylor was curled up under the
blanket as he tried to stay warm, given the lack of covering on his
legs.
"Taylor? You awake?" Emily whispered.
"Yeah," Taylor replied.
"I'm really glad you decided to sleep over tonight," Emily said.
"...So am I," Taylor replied, though more because he got to play a new
video game.
Soon after that, both Taylor and Emily had drifted off to sleep.
Taylor found himself staring at a woman's chest. His vision was
distorted, but he was quickly able to discern that the woman was
wearing the same dress as he'd seen in that picture of Logan earlier.
"The winter formal..." Taylor muttered, before realizing that he was
looking down at the chest. He quickly moved his gaze upwards. "Sorry."
As he looked up and saw the woman's face, he realized that he wasn't
staring at a woman at all, he was staring at his own, if heavily made
up, face in a mirror! He recognized the style of makeup and the updo as
having matched Logan's date from the photo.
Taylor felt faint and reached out to the mirror for stability, seeing
that his hand, now daintier and tipped with far more ornate nails, was
touching the glass.
"This can't be happening..." Taylor said, for the first time noticing
that he was wearing strappy heeled sandals that showed off similarly
ornately pedicured toenails.
He stepped back from the mirror and tripped on the carpet, being saved
in the nick of time from falling onto the ground by a pair of strong
arms.
"Woah! You okay?"
The voice was unmistakable, before he even looked, Taylor knew that it
was Logan's.
"I tripped," Taylor said.
"Well, I can see that." Logan quickly helped Taylor back to his feet.
"You look gorgeous."
"Thanks," Taylor said blushing.
This wasn't right, and Taylor knew that, but he didn't seem to have any
control over his actions. All he could do was take Logan's hand as
Logan led Taylor out of the room. A bright light engulfed Taylor's
vision and he was suddenly standing on the lawn of Emily and Logan's
house. In front of them were Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, the latter of which
was holding a camera.
"Okay, one more you two." Mrs. Jackson smiled as she snapped another
photo.
Taylor glanced to his left where he saw Emily standing with her date,
giving Taylor a thumbs up as another flash went off.
"Okay, now for one of all of you," Mrs. Jackson said.
The bright light returned and suddenly dimmed. Taylor felt a hand on
his shoulder and an arm around his waist. As his vision returned, he
realized he was in a ballroom on the dance floor, while a slow song
played in the background, surrounded by dancing couples. As the song
swelled, Logan leaned into Taylor's face and started kissing him on the
lips.
"Mhhm!" Taylor was unable to push him away, it was like his body had
rebelled! Taylor began to mentally scream until...
Taylor awoke in a cold sweat, panting heavily as he wiped the sleep
from his eyes and sat up. It was right then that he realized a
sensation under the covers. Kicking them off, Taylor saw that his tuck
had become undone, and he was now tenting the sleep shirt. Taylor
glanced over at Emily's bed, seeing even through the darkness that she
was still asleep.
Taylor stood up and quietly tiptoed across the carpet into the
bathroom, intent on taking care of the incident and restoring the tuck.
Hours later, after Taylor had finished in the bathroom and went back to
sleep, sunshine streamed through the curtains and woke Taylor up. Well,
that and the sounds of Emily rummaging through her drawers. Taylor sat
up, brushing the hair out of his face to see Emily lacing up her
sneakers.
"Mornin, Tay!" Emily smiled.
Taylor could tell from her sports bra and tight shorts that she was
about to go for her morning jog.
"Morning..." Taylor said.
"I've got a spare set of exercise clothes, wanna join?" Emily asked.
"Uh, I would, but I..." Taylor searched for an excuse. "I'm not feeling
well."
"Oh no! It wasn't dinner, was it? Or all the snacks?" Emily went into
investigation mode. "You don't have any allergies, do you?"
"It's not like that it's..." Taylor had to come up with an explanation
that would be easy to fake. His eyes glanced around the room, before he
spotted a particular cardboard box sitting on top of the counter in the
bathroom. "Cramps! That time... you know, of the month?"
"Ohhhhhh." Emily knowingly nodded. "Yeah, I don't feel like jogging
when that happens either."
"So I think I'll probably just head back to my aunt's." Taylor started
repacking his bag as he grabbed his change of clothes out of it.
"Good idea, do you need a pad?" Emily asked.
"I'm good, nothing has happened yet, just the pain, but I'd rather be
at my aunt's if that's gonna happen," Taylor said, rushing into the
bathroom to change into a casual outfit of girl's shorts and a simple
blouse.
After Emily left Taylor at the door to go on her job, Taylor headed
into the house, where Aunt Agnes strolled into the foyer upon hearing
the door open.
"How was the sleepover?" Aunt Agnes asked.
"Almost a disaster," Taylor said.
"What happened this time?" Aunt Agnes rolled her eyes.
Taylor explained his night time incident, though leaving out the ending
of the dream and only giving the bare amount of details.
"I'm no dream analyzer, but it definitely sounds like a stress dream.
As for the other thing... I might have an idea on how to fix that,"
Aunt Agnes said.
"You do?" Taylor asked.
"In the fashion world, there's a lot of gender fluidity, and I knew a
few transgender models back in the day and I know how they kept their
unbecoming bits hidden. They had this special piece of fabric that kept
everything tucked up," Aunt Agnes replied. "Only problem is that I
don't remember what it was called or where on Earth to shop for them."
"Let's check online, I bet you can find them there," Taylor said.
"Will the wonders of technology never cease?" Aunt Agnes asked.
After finding a suitable retailer on Taylor's computer, Aunt Agnes
found the item she was looking for.
"Ah, it's called a gaff!" Aunt Agnes said. "And so long as you don't
pull down your underwear, no one will ever know."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Taylor sighed.
"And ordered!" Aunt Agnes clapped her hands. "I've got to admit,
computers are a lot more useful than I'd thought. This might change my
whole outlook on personal shoppers. Why wait a week when I can get
anything within two days?"
"I'm glad someone's happy about all this," Taylor mused.
"Don't worry, I'm not taking delight in your suffering, although I
admit that had I been more receptive earlier, we might have avoided
this whole crisis," Aunt Agnes said. "I really am sorry."
"I know," Taylor said. "At least I've only got a month or so left, and
then this will all be over."
The next day, thanks to rush delivery, the package arrived and Taylor
rushed inside as Aunt Agnes signed for the package. Taylor tore open
the box, finding two things wrapped in plastic. The first was the gaff,
but the second item, which Taylor recognized, confused him nonetheless.
"Aunt Agnes... why are there fake boobs in here?" Taylor asked as Aunt
Agnes shut the door.
"I did some thinking, given the incident at the sleepover, it's only a
matter of time before you'd need to do something about your chest, and
I figured if I could help you get ahead of a potential embarrassment, I
should," Aunt Agnes said.
"Thanks, Aunt Agnes." Taylor smiled. "How do they work?"
"Well, as far as I can tell they're reusable and self-adhesive," Aunt
Agnes looked over the two globular items. "Just peel the backs off,
stick them to your chest, and there you go."
"All right," Taylor stared at the fake breasts as Aunt Agnes handed
them to him.
"Why don't you go try them on?" Aunt Agnes suggested.
"Good idea." Taylor nodded and rushed upstairs to his room.
After following all the instructions and a very helpful internet
tutorial, Taylor pulled a pair of shorts over the panties and adjusted
the bra under his shirt. While Taylor doubted the necessity of the fake
breasts, it was at least helpful to know that he wouldn't accidentally
get outed if his shirt got pulled up.
"I'm seeing less and less of myself in the mirror..." Taylor lamented
as he looked at his reflection.
Staring back at Taylor was a teenage girl, between the shaved body, his
new accessories and his long hair, even without makeup, he was having a
hard time finding the teenage boy that he'd been just a few short weeks
ago. Would he ever see himself again?
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