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All for Charity (Parts 1 and 2) Charlie is volunteered to help with a charity fundraiser at a friend's salon. Old feelings come back and as does an old crush. Susie from "The Dress" series makes her return in this story. SLIGHTLY REVISED Chapter 1 I got home early on Friday, as I usually do. I have time to change from my work clothes into jeans and a denim Ralph Lauren shirt as I wait for her to arrive from work. I open a bottle of wine -- a Argentinian Cabernet, one of her favorites -- to let it breathe before she gets home. I cut a few slices of cheese, lay out some crackers and check on the music. All I have to do is set up my materials and we're all ready for our weekly routine. It is the same routine we've followed since I moved in with her 18 months ago. One I learned when I was a teenager. As I start to think back to how I got to this point in life, Tina enters the apartment. She's dressed in a tailored blue pinstripe business suit, with a teal blouse. She's worn a suit or dress every day since she started nine months ago at Darcy's, the fanciest boutique in town. She is wearing long, geometric-shaped drop earrings, and a matching cleopatra style necklace. This morning, her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled back in a neat bun, a few strands sexily flowing over her forehead, the way she typically wears it. But tonight, it has been let down and accented by flowing soft curls. That's right, I remembered, Tina stopped by her friend Rita's, salon this afternoon to get her hair done. It's an indulgence, to be sure, but it also is part of her composition. She is totally committed to her friends, and she loves to spend time with them. Even if it is for a hair styling that she doesn't really need. I'd love her anyway, but I especially admire her ability to make strong loyal friendships. Rita did a wonderful job. I can't get over how beautiful Tina looks. With her hair down like that, I can't help but see the resemblence to her mother, God rest her soul. Tina looks so much like her mother, like my mother. Like our mother, I should say. "Our mother?" Yes, even though people often are confused, Tina isn't my girlfriend; she's my sister. She's my older sister, two years my senior. I've always been close to her, and she has always taken care of me. Especially after what happened to Mom and Dad. I stop myself from falling back into that old story. Instead, I greet Tina with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I'm careful not to touch her hair. I don't want to undo any of Rita's magic. Still, I can't get over how much Tina looks like Mom -- like Mom did before everything happened. She is young and beautiful. She's confident and classy. She's about the age Mom was when she married Dad. Tina still has their wedding picture in a frame in her room. I've seen that photo so many times, it is almost etched in my brain, like a visual ear worm, only more soothing and happier. Tina has Mom's spirit from back then. Not the sad, beat-down spirit Mom muddled through in her final couple of years, after we lost Dad. This is the "I'm going to do great things" spirit. One that Tina carries with her but I can't quite pull off. Maybe that's why I'm 23 and living with my sister. Something about that spirit, and my admiration, almost jealousy, of her for it, probably also explains why people often mistake us for a couple. I compliment Tina on her hair. She thanks me, and then notices the bottle of wine. She has an excited glow about her as we sit at the table for our weekly ritual. "Wow, Charlie. My favorite wine. You spoil me sometimes," she remarked. "Well, you look especially beautiful tonight, and a beautiful woman deserves a fine wine. Nothing is too good for my sister." Tina leans over and gives me another kiss, "Oh, Charlie. You are something. But why are you fawning over me? You should be paying attention to Connie instead of me." "Connie is at her parents' house this weekend. Anyway, I'm not sure it's going to work out between the two of us. She's intimidated by you, I think." "Don't be blaming me for your love troubles. You're just making an excuse -- like you always do. If you would just try for once, you could find someone." "You might be right, but I don't feel comfortable with Connie. Besides, she will always see you as a rival, and has been trying to drive a wedge between us since we first met six months ago. She's not right for me." Tina lets that remark go. She pours us both a glass of wine, takes a sip from her glass and then lays her hands out on the table. And, with that, I grasp her hands, look her in the eye and say, "ready?" When Tina nods her assent, I take her right hand and begin to give my loving sister her weekly manicure. As I'm removing last week's polish from her nails, I can't help but laugh a little at the absurdity of that thought. This is most unusual. Here I am, Tina's brother, painting her fingernails. This is not something a guy does. Guys don't play with nail polish. Not normal guys, at least. Nail polish is one of the quintessential feminine products, like tampons (which have a hygenic purpose at least) and lipstick. No, painting fingernails is a feminine activity, despite my joy in doing it. For me, giving my sister a manicure is a form of relaxation. It is a precise task that requires skill and patience. It's a great way for me to de-stress, sort of like those adults who have taken up coloring books or jigsaw puzzles. The difference is that my solace isn't child-like; it's just girly. I should be comfortable with this aspect of my life. But I'm not. It's still a secret no one knows. Well, almost no one knows, but that was a long time ago, and she doesn't live here anymore, not for a while. Still, in part because of the secrecy, this feels strangely intimate. But intimate in a platonic way. Tina is my sister, someone I love but who is not my love interest. Most definitely not a love interest. Tina is more of a mutually convenient foil for my quirk. She knows I enjoy painting her nails -- she introduced me to the phenomenon that summer eight years ago. She's willing to indulge my habit. She also gets a clear benefit from it; I'm pretty accomplished, if I may brag a little. In fact, I have to struggle to hide my pride when someone compliments Tina on her nails. But Tina steadfastly protects my secret -- our secret -- brushing off compliments with ambiguous statements about how she does them "at home" not in a salon. Tina's weekly manicure also gives us time to talk, just the two of us, away from all the distractions in life. For those 20 minutes, Tina is captive, with nowhere to go and no need to check her phone constantly. I guess we both get a little solace from this ritual. After a bit, I compliment Tina again on her hair. "You look like Mom. Rita did a great job." "Yes, she did," Tina replies. "And you know she's such a sweet person. She can get anyone in a conversation so easily, bless her heart. You just can't help but wanting to unload your thoughts and troubles, and share everything with her. Sometimes, more than you intend, you know?" I don't know, but before I can ask, Tina continues. "Um, I may have messed up a little with Rita this time." The pause lingers in the air a minute. By now, I've finished removing Tina's polish, filed her nails and fixed her cuticles. I have the burgundy color Tina had selcted in my hand, almost ready to start her first coat of polish. "What do you mean?" I inquire hesitantly. "Oh, Charlie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say anything. I just slipped. But it's fine, really." She quickly continued, "You see, you know how Mother's Day is coming up? And you know how Rita always has her charity benefit at her shop? You know, the two-day event benefitting the local women's shelter. They cut the public's hair one day, donating all the proceeds to the shelter. Then, the next day, they take in the women and children at the shelter, give them haircuts and make them look fancy. It's a highlight of the year for Rita. "Well, this year, Rita is preparing to expand her shop's services. In addition to hair, she finally is adding manicures at the salon. She expanded the salon to add four stations, but she's only hired one nail technician so far. That's where I slipped." Tina took another drink of her wine. I took a gulp of mine. I'm still holding the burgundy polish in my hand, waiting to hear what she did. "Charlie, I messed up. As I said, Rita only has one nail technician so far. She wants to use all four of her stations for the charity benefit; otherwise the waits for customers will be too long. So, Rita commented to me that my nails are always so impeccable. She asked which salon I use, so that she can contact them to see if they will lend a person or two for the event. 'After all,' she said, 'your nails look professional, so I know they would do a good job.' That's when I told her that I do my nails 'at home,' like I always say. "So then, Rita asks me if I would be willing to volunteer for the event. That's when I laughed and said, 'I'm such a clutz, I couldn't do someone's nails!' She asked so quickly, and I responded so quickly. I wasn't thinking, I mean it. But I knew I had messed up." "So you told her that I did your nails?" "I did, Charlie. I'm sorry," she replied, "But it's not all bad. Rita didn't laugh, she didn't mock me. In fact, she was very accepting of it. Many men own shops these days, she told me, it's a minority but growing steadily. She told me that I had the most fantastic nails of all her clients, so, she didn't care who did them: man, woman or beast. And, she invited YOU to work her charity event. What do you say, Charlie?" I grumble that I don't think I will. She pleads with me again, asking me to at least consider it. "It's for a good cause. Please?" she says. "Won't you at least consider it, Char?" Only she doesn't say "char" like in Charlie; she said "chair," as in Charity. Charity, as in my nickname during my summer of feminine experiences under the enthusiastic guidance of Tina and her best friend, Susie. I tell her I'll think about it, as I begin to apply her polish. Two coats and a top coat give me a lot of time to think. I don't say anything more to Tina. Instead, I'm lost in my memory of that summer. Chapter 2 Back in 2008, our life was very different. We were a typical military family, true red, white and blue all around. Mom volunteered at the USO while Dad was deployed to Iraq. It was his third tour in Iraq or Afghanistan, and we missed him dearly. Dad was the glue that held our family together. He had met Mom when she was only 22 and he was a young recruit of 25. They married two years later, and Tina was born when Mom was only 26. Mom devoted her life to supporting Dad and his military career. Although Dad had enough seniority to avoid any real hazardous duty, he steadfastly volunteered for his tours in the Middle East. He only had about a month left in this deployment when, in February of that year, his convoy encountered a roadside IED. Dad's Humvee exploded on the impact, and he and three others from his platoon were killed instantly. Dad's death devastated our family. Mom lost her mission, her focus and, in many ways, her will to live. We were forced to leave our quarters on base and had to find a new place to rent. We moved out into the outer suburbs of our town while Mom looked for jobs as best she could. With no schooling and no paid experience, Mom did odd jobs whenever she could find them. She cleaned a few houses, jobs she received mostly out of pity. When the summer arrived, Mom's sister offered her employment as a waitress at a new restaurant she was opening. The place was about 50 miles away, and required Mom to be gone late into the evening. But, it was money, steady pay and, hopefully, eventually a career as a restaurant manager. Because of the distance, Mom would stay at her sister's house after work one or two nights during the week, and most weekends as well. At least that was the reason we were told. Only later -- after Mom drank herself to death -- did we learn that Mom was drinking too much and throwing herself at military types along the way. Our Aunt Lisa tried and tried to help Mom through the grief, but in the end, you can't help anyone if they don't want to help themselves. Dad's death killed Mom, plain and simple. It took a year or two to play out, but the deadly blow was unmistakable. When Mom was gone, she left Tina in charge. Tina was 17, I was going on 15. I was a bit of a homebody and was going through my own grief process at the time. So, I spent most of my time that summer following Tina around. Tina, on the other hand, handled Dad's death much better than Mom or I (at least on the outside). I think she had Dad's confidence and drive (to go with Mom's looks). Tina also made fast friends with our next door neighbor, Susie. Susie also was 17, but closer to 18. Susie had lost her father to an industrial accident when she was 10, so she knew what we were going through. She and Tina became friends, and I was their collective little brother. Given our situation, I should have seen my summer of femininity coming. Tina and Susie were beautiful, stylish young women. They loved clothes, makeup and all things you would expect a 17-year-old girl to like. They tolerated my presence with them, to the point that it almost became natural. When Tina hung out at Susie's pool, I was there as well. If Tina and Susie wanted to go see a movie, I went with them. When Susie did Tina's makeup, I watched. If they wanted to go shopping for clothes, I was tagging along too. In truth, I didn't mind hanging out with them at all. Since the dawn of time, young boys have developed crushes on the girl next door. I was no different. I found Susie so enticing, so exotic that all I wanted to do was spend time with her. Susie had long, dark hair that she styled a different way almost every day. She was, of course, taller than me, and, at almost 18, had fully reached womanhood. I know it was juvenile (but then again, I WAS a juvenile), but her breasts seemed so big and so voluptuous that my eyes often didn't reach Susie's head. I probably stared too much when she sunbathed at her pool, hoping for a peek at her nipples by some miracle. I'm sure I was a little too obvious in trying to sit next to her at the movies. But I willingly did whatever I could do to be close to her, whenever I could. It was on one of Tina and Susie's many shopping trips that it happened. Tina and Susie spent the day in the juniors department of our local store. They tried on dresses, skirts, tank-tops, you name it. In truth, they probably stayed too long, tried on too many things, and it would have been obvious that they weren't really intending to buy. All the while, I was following and watching Susie intently. When Susie held up two dresses and asked me which dress I liked better, I enthusiastically picked the sleeveless yellow sundress. It did look sexy. It had a short, flared skirt and a halter-tie top. The belly was exposed, making the dress look almost like a bikini top paired with a short skirt. I knew Susie would look gorgeous in it, and it definitely would fuel my young breast infatuation to boot! So I picked that one for her. "Great!" she said. "Come with me as I try it on." With that, Susie grabbed my hand and led me into the dressing room area. I hesitated. And that's when Susie gave me the move that I couldn't resist. She tilted her head slightly, tossed her hair back and fondled her breast just so slightly. I saw her smirk and motion for me to follow. I had never been into a girls dressing room before. I was nervous, afraid of getting caught. But Susie wanted to lead me into her dressing stall, which meant that I would get a chance to see her change. How could I pass up that chance? Susie playfully pulled me into her stall and locked the door. She unzipped the dress she was wearing and slid the strap down her arm, pausing there to instruct me to turn around and not peek. I turned around, but I would be lying if I said I didn't peek a little, trying to catch a glympse through the mirror in the dressing stall. I could see Susie slide her dress off her shoulders and let it fall gently to the floor. I saw her caressing her breasts as she prepared to try on the dress I selected. When she did this, I swear I saw her smile a little as she looked in my direction. As I expected, Susie looked great in the yellow halter dress. She stepped out of the dressing room to show Tina when we both were confronted by the manager of the juniors department, who looked annoyed. "He can't stay here," she said to Susie, motioning toward me. I was preparing to leave when Susie surprised me. "SHE is a girl," she said softly but firmly to the manager. "I know she's a little tomboy-ish, but we're here to try to get her to buy something more conventionally girlish. I was showing her this dress to convince her to try one on herself." The manager looked at me skeptically, but she responded, "Isn't that precious. Well, if your sister wants to try something on, I reckon we can accommodate her. What's your name, darlin'?" I froze a little, but Susie jumped in. "She's not my sister; she's my friend, Tina's, little sister. And her name is Charity." I smiled and agreed with Susie, not wanting to get into trouble both for being in the girl's dressing room and for lying. "Could you find this same dress in her size?" Susie asked. Although I don't believe the manager believed Susie's story, she nevertheless complied - either to milk the sale or to enjoy seeing a boy forced to try on a dress, I'm not sure which. A moment later, the manager returned with the same dress as Susie's but in a white. She handed me the dress and said, "Here you go, Miss Charity, let me know if you need some help getting it on." I looked at Susie and Tina (who had wandered over by this time), and they nodded for me to go. Tina followed, saying that she would help her "sister" try it on. Inside the dressing stall, Tina gave me a quick lecture about sneaking and lying. She said that I had to at least try it on, seeing as how I had played along with Susie's deception. When I had the dress on, Tina looked at me and remarked, "Wow, you really do look girlish in that outfit!" Before she let me out, Tina fingered my hair a little and added a barrette on one side. She quickly applied a little blush to give me a more girlish look. Now, I had to face Susie and the skeptical manager. I tentatively stepped out of the dressing room, to a "Ta-dah" from Tina. Susie was overjoyed, dragging me to the mirror so I could see us as "twins." "Ooo!" she exclaimed. "You look sexy!" Even the manager seemed to hesitate. Perhaps I looked girlish enough to set her back on her heels a little. I looked in the mirror, and was astounded. I actually looked like a girl. Although Susie suggested I try on some other clothes, I declined. I wanted to change and get out of there as quickly as I could. Susie, however, convinced me to keep the white dress on, and convinced Tina to get another color in the same style. Clearly, "just trying things on" time had ended. When the manager asked if we wanted to wear our new dresses out, Susie enthusiastically agreed, but told the manager that I need some sandals to go with my dress, as I had insisted on wearing my boyish shoes out here. With that, three young women, Susie, Tina and "Charity," exited the department store in matching dresses. The girls wanted to get some lunch, but I begged to go home instead. They agreed, but only after extracting a promise that their new "little sister" would let them dress her up more when we got home. That afternoon, to the giggles and encouragement of Tina and Susie, Charity got a full girl treatment, trying on a dozen outfits, getting made up and having her hair styled. If I'm honest, I had fun playing Charity for the afternoon as well. And, it would not be the last time I played Charity that summer. Chapter 3 I returned from the memory of my summer of femininity as I was finishing Tina's nails. When we were done, Tina told me that she was going out for a late dinner. "I'm meeting up with Susie, who is coming here after work. She's planning to move back to South Carolina soon and wanted to meet up." I looked at Tina with puzzlement. "Susie is coming back? Susie who used to live next door?" "I'm sorry, Charlie. Did I not mention that? Susie called me on Tuesday. I was so excited, I suppose I plum forgot to tell you. Yes, that's why I had my hair done, and that's why I was so happy you didn't travel with Connie today, so you could do my nails like you always do. Say, who don't you join us? I bet Susie would just be tickled to see you. Why don't you fix yourself up and tag along?" I reluctantly declined, informing Tina that I'm supposed to talk to Connie at 8, and it would be better if I weren't out (or with Tina, but I didn't say that). With Tina gone, my mind was occupied processing the possibility of Susie's return. I finished our wine and the cheese (that would be dinner), dreaming of spending time with Susie again. Would the three of us be close again? Now that we're adults rather than teens, it had to be different, right? But would it be good? Would Susie finally see me as a boyfriend, or would my time as her ersatz "little sister" forever mar her image of me? With these thoughts in my mind, my call with Connie was a disaster. She argued with me, again questioning why I chose my sister over her, and again making accusations that "whatever you do with Tina" on Friday is unnatural and possibly incestuous. I hung up the phone feeling more lonely than ever. Sitting alone on a Friday night, and feeling buzzed from the wine, I began to dream of Susie. Well, it wasn't a dream so much as a memory- filled fantasy. After our experience in the juniors department, Tina and Susie dressed me up every day for more than a week. They were so excited to have a little sister to play with. I tried on a whole stock of Susie's old clothes. With most outfits, Susie recounted memories of which dates or family events she wore them to, how sexy she felt in them and who she tried to attract in them. Fueled by an intimacy of sharing Susie's clothes, I sometimes had to excuse myself to the bathroom to take care of business, lest my decidely non-girl bulge would show. This also was the time that Susie showed me how to paint nails, and made me practice on myself, Tina and herself in order to get better. On day seven or eight, Susie gave me a two-piece swimsuit to wear. She convinced me to put it on (by briefly flashing her breasts for me), but I refused to go outside in it. I stood, trembling in the doorway for a few moments, watching the two of them in the pool. Unable to go outside, I fled back into the house and up to the bedroom. I changed and retreated to my own home. The next day, I refused to be Charity for them. I was pouting in my room when Susie came over to see me. She was wearing a short denim skirt with buttons in the front. On top, she had a soft knit crop top that showed just a bit of her belly. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Her nails were a shiny pink (that I had polished for her) and she wore soft makeup and a shiny pink lip gloss. She had a small black strapped purse over one shoulder. "May I sit on your bed, Charlie?" she asked. I waved my hand and she slowly sat down next to me, her purse falling from her shoulder. "Cute toes, Char," she said, motioning to my shiny pink toenails. In my rush yesterday, I didn't stop to remove the polish from my toes. "I look like a sissy!" I said. "Charlie, you're not a sissy." She said. "I mean, wasn't it awesome when ratty old Miss Claire at the store saw you in that white dress? Until then, she was sure you were a boy, and she was fixin to embarrass you for sneaking into the girls changing room. But you came out playing Charity and showed her good! Twice, she quietly apologized to me for her mistake, afraid we weren't going to buy anything. All because of how brave you were, Charlie. That's not being a sissy." "She deserved it." "And wasn't the material just so soft and so freeing? I saw you smiling when the breeze flowed up your legs in the parking lot that day." I didn't say a thing. "It's alright for you to enjoy the material, Charlie. Why does society say that only girls wear those clothes? There's nothing like wearing a skirt in the summer, am I right Charlie?" I nodded slightly, too embarrassed to say out loud that I enjoyed wearing girl's clothes. "It's OK, Charlie. It will always be our secret. Neither Tina nor I would ever embarrass you. Besides, it took guts to do what you've done. You're not like those stupid boys that try to hit on me all the time. I'd take you over them any time." I perked up at this comment. Then, Susie leaned over slowly and kissed me. I could taste her kiss. She kissed me again, spreading more of her pink lip gloss on my lips. She whispered, "Oh, Charlie," and moved my hand to her breast. Susie took my face in both her hands and kissed me vigorously. A moment later, she leaned back on the bed, pulling me on top of her. She moaned "Don't stop," while I kissed her and caressed her breasts. Susie reached inside her skirt with her hand. Shortly afterward, she shrieked, "Oh, Charity!" as she orgasmed. But, thankfully, Susie didn't leave me hanging. Instead, she flipped me over, sat up on top of me and smiled. "Charlie, can I try something?" she asked. "Anything!" I told her. Susie reached to find her purse, which was somewhere between us on the bed. Inside she took out her pink lip gloss and, instead of doing her own lips, she brushed it on me. She slid off of me and said, "Kiss me, Char" (pronouncing it like "chair"). "I want to taste you." As I kissed her, Susie's hand reached down to my penis, stroking me through my undies. She then pulled down my shorts and my underwear, and slid me over to the edge of the bed. Susie moved to the floor and began rubbing me with her hands. It was the first time a girl had ever touched me, and I swear I would have cum if she continued two seconds longer. To my surprise, Susie took me in her mouth instead, rubbing the inside of my thighs with her hands. Right then and there, I had my first sexual experience with a girl -- no, with a woman. Sitting alone on a Friday night, the memory of this experience almost a decade ago came rushing back to me. I found myself reaching down my jeans and feeling my hard member pressing back. Wanting to feel the whole experience again, I ran into my bedroom and stripped naked. Then, I went into our bathroom, found a shiny lip gloss and put it on my lips. "Oh, Charity, aren't you cuter than a kitten on Sunday," my mind heard Susie saying. I pulled a pink nail polish from Tina's collection, picking something that was a close to the pink as I could remember. I rushed back to my own bed and, for the first time since that summer so long ago, quickly applied a single coat to my toes, touching myself while doing so. I leaned back on my pillows, tasting my lip gloss and staring at my pink toes. Fueled by alternating moans of "Oh, Charlie," and "Oh, Charity," in my head, I brought myself to climax, screaming "Yes, Susie, Yes!" while I did. A few minutes later, I was still leaning on my bed, my belly getting sticky and wiggling my pink toes in the air. "Boy, you are hosed, Charlie," I told myself. In just the span of a few hours, everything has changed. Your relationship with your girlfriend is falling apart, your teen crush is coming back, your sister just outed you as a manicurist, and, to top it off, Charity seems to be coming back into your life. Jeez, Charlie, what's next? Part 2 -- Susie's Story Preface Susie watches her friend Ben walk up to the stage. He was receiving an award for having raised the most money that night for the American Heart Association's gala. Susie was so proud of Ben. She had spent a lot of time with him these past few weeks, organizing fundraisers and contests to raise the money and, most of all, helping him prepare for this very special night. He looked amazing, she thought, as she watched him walk past her and to the steps to the stage. But the feeling Susie had was more than pride, more than happiness for her friend: she felt a longing for Ben. She spent many close moments with him recently. She had worn some of his clothes a couple of times. She'd been alone with him and seen him almost naked. She'd even kissed him twice. And she had faithfully kept his most intimate secret. Yes, Susie was in love. There were many strange things about this feeling, however. Ben wasn't the tall, muscular type you typically saw in men's magazines and advertisements. He was smallish for a man, and while she was a bit tall for a woman, she had noted on more than a few occasions that Ben was about the same size and build as she. He didn't have a beard -- far from it! She and Ben weren't dating; in fact Ben was married. Married to Susie's best friend, Ann. But most odd of all was that, in addition to being in love with Ben, Susie was jealous. She was jealous of the outfit he was wearing: He looked so hot in the red gown she helped him buy, with the lone bare shoulder and the sexy side slit on the floor-length hem of the dress. He rocked the five inch sequined heels that accented the dress. Susie wanted to wear that dress, to slip on those heels, to feel the eyes that were following him to the stage with a mixture of admiration and lust. To most of the audience, Ben was Jennifer -- Jennifer Hart -- who was beautiful inside and out. To Ann, Susie and a few others at his table, they knew that Jennifer was a man. (In fact, Susie had helped Ann come up with the name "Jennifer" for him. Since his name was Ben and Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner were an item at the time, "Ben/Jennifer" seemed like the perfect name for him. He was both at the same time; a true "Bennifer" if there ever was one.) Susie was jealous that Jennifer looked more seductive than she did that night. How could this be? she thought. "Here you want to tear that dress off of his body, to make love to him while your lipsticks meld together. But you also so much want to wear the dress he's wearing, to show that you're more beautiful than him, sexier than him. Which one is it Susie? Do you want him as a sexy boyfriend or as the girlfriend you share everything with, even clothes?" Truth was, she wanted both. But she knew she couldn't have him. He belonged to Ann. He wouldn't cheat on her, and she wouldn't do that to Ann. Susie's only solace was that she knew she would, eventually, get a chance to wear that red gown. She always got to wear Jennifer's clothes. The Decision It's been 9 months since that night, since Susie realized that she was in love with her best friend's husband. Ann got a new job and they moved to a new town. Ben works from home and spends at least half his time as Jenny. He works part time in a nail salon where they only know him as Jenny. It's just for fun. It was a happily-ever-after story -- just way too R-rated to be a children's fairy tale. And not a story that involved Susie. Her mind wandering in that realm again, Susie spied the clothing that Jenny kept at his house. Jenny left most of it with her, as he compiled a new everyday wardrobe for his new life. There's the green dress. It was the first one he bought and still one of her favorites. She gets compliments on it at the office many times. She has to control the urge to say, "Thanks, but I'm just borrowing it from Ben" to those who knew him. There is the yellow dress. That's the dress he wore the first time she kissed him. Full on the lips, like a boyfriend. She was stupid to have fallen in love with him. She knew he was Ann's and that he loved Ann. But that day, he was nervous and vulnerable. She slipped from being his friend to wanting to be his lover. The kiss was wonderful. Especially when he kissed her back. She wanted that so much, and it was great to know that he wanted her too, if only for a moment. He looked really hot in that yellow dress at the casino. Susie loved that night -- how she, Ann and Ann's sister, Catherine, wore sexy yellow dresses too. She loved watching Jennifer nervously try to fit in at the casino, how she reluctantly flirted with the man at the blackjack table, and when she stumbled into his arms after drinking too many of those free cocktails to calm his nerves. Susie so loved pushing Jennifer just beyond his comfort zone. Nervous and vulnerable were sexy to her. Truth be told, Susie also successfully pushed Ann that night -- pushed her to get Jennifer out in public, pushed her to be the seductress that evening, and subtly suggested the threesome between them that night. The bedside was such a mess of bras, panties and skin-tight dresses when morning arrived! Also there is her white bikini. She had loaned it to Jennifer for the weekend at the casino. She nearly peed her panties when he wore it, both Saturday and Sunday. She often thinks of the sight of him, laying out to tan, wearing big sunglasses, a cute floppy hat and her bikini. Oh how she was filled with a secret pride that he was wearing her swimsuit; to know that the parts that had touched her intimate places were now nuzzled tightly on his intimate places. It was innocent (girlfriends share clothes all the time) and naughty (but they definitely don't share this way) at the same time. Maybe that's why she never told Ann the bikini was hers. Maybe that's why she still keeps a photo of him in the bikini re-doing his nails poolside in a strawberry pink. It was the same pink he painted her nails with the first time she saw him dressed. Susie never wore the bikini again. She can't bring herself to do it. It somehow is "his" even though she had only loaned it to her. (She can't keep the pronouns straight either. Ben was both Jenny and Ben at the same time.) Now, Susie keeps the bikini pinned on a hangar in her closet. On more than a few occasions, she's hung it in view and touched herself to climax. More often than not, she fingers herself with the same strawberry pink nail polish, telling herself that the hand is Jenny's, not her own. Staring back at the green dress, Susie realized that she's lonely. She, not Ann, was the one who pushed Jenny to her life now. If she hadn't made the suggestion that first night, and if she hadn't teased Ben so seductively at work, Ann probably would have dumped him. Could he have become hers, then? No, probably not. More likely, he would have promised to give up cross-dressing to win Ann back. (Even then, he probably couldn't actually do that. More likely, he would have retreated into secrecy and shame in his cross-dressing.) He loved Ann too much to leave her. He loved Ann, even when Susie was convinced that he sometimes loved her too. No, Bennifer never would have been hers. Then again, if she hadn't teased him, she wouldn't have realized how much she is turned on by a feminine guy. She likes that, more than "just" a woman. No, she doesn't want a woman; she wants a guy. Just a guy that she can dress up (and maybe share clothes with, if she's lucky). A guy that can be both her boyfriend and her best girlfriend. Susie vows to move on. If Ann can find someone like Bennifer, she says, so can she. After all, she deserves happiness. Pouring herself her second drink of the night, Susie began to take stock in the possible guys. There's Steve at the gym. No, Steve is 100% guy. Sports and muscle cars all the time. Besides, his frame is too big and hairy; he would look ridiculous in a dress. There's Peter, the British guy in the office. Everything he says sounds so sexy in that accent. She can imagine him saying, "Do I look ravishing in this skirt?" But Peter is engaged. He's no good. She thinks of Tony. He's her boss, however. That would be too weird, and it definitely is against company policy. Bowie, the guy at Starbucks, is already a little femmy. He definitely takes after his namesake David Bowie. But she thinks he's gay. He fancies men, not her. Plus, Susie wants to be in control. She wants to be the one to push her guy along his road to femininity. Bowie doesn't need any pushing; he is practically there. As she finished her second drink, and then her third, Susie's thoughts came back to Jennifer. She rushed upstairs and opened Jennifer's closet again. She reached out with determination, pulling out the red ball gown Jennifer wore at the gala. She ran with it into her room, stumbling slightly from the alcohol, a tear welling up in her eyes. Susie stripped her clothes off quickly, tossing them in a pile on the floor. She donned a strapless bra, but no shapewear and no panties. She won't be needing them right now. She then wiggled into the red gown. The striptease gets all the attention, she thinks, but sliding oneself into a tight fitting gown is just as sexy. She recalled helping Jenny get into this gown that night, how he was so cute in his excitement to be wearing it after so much buildup. "Yes, Jenny, this is such a sexy gown," she said out loud as she slipped it onto her own body. "You really look amazing; your hair pinned up in that updo, Tina's ruby teardrop earrings and matching necklace, and your red nails." As she said this, Susie pulled the zipper up on the dress. She slid her feet into a pair of five inch dress heels, with an open toe. They're not the same ones Jenny wore that night, but they will do the trick. Sitting down to put on her makeup, she again thought of Jenny. "Oh my, Jenny, you have the longest eyelashes. Close your eyes so I can put this shadow on you. It has a tiny bit of glitter, just enough to make your eyes stand out. Ann and I will be wearing the same shade tonight, just like we're triplets." Finally all dressed up in Jennifer's gown, Susie headed down the stairs. She lifted the right side of the floor length gown, raised her head and (carefully) descended the stairs. She felt just like the princesses do in those fairy tales, just like Jenny probably did as she left the stage after receiving her award. Downstairs, Susie took a seat on the arm of her sofa. She turned sideways and lifted her left leg (where the slit is) up onto the sofa, carefully placing the heel down so as not to snag her furniture. Still thinking of Jenny, Susie slid her left hand to the open slit and down between her legs. As she began to rub herself, her mind recalled a fantasized version of her interactions with Jenny. In this version, she doesn't stop Jenny from removing the power suit from her body that first evening they were together at her house, she lets him smell the new perfume she sprayed while he was changing. "Oh, Jenny, yes, keep rubbing my breasts. Slide your hands lower. Yes, there. Oh, my!" In this version, she doesn't stop him from continuing, she doesn't merely touch herself to finish. In this version, that evening leads to more, to an amazing night of sex and a long romance. It leads to two women in a car outside a casino where she kisses Jenny -- and he kisses back. But she doesn't send him inside the casino to meet up with Ann. They drive away instead. Off to a B&B to be alone. As Susie is moving closer to her climax, something strange happened. Suddenly, her mind was no longer thinking of Jenny. She's not with him in the kitchen. They're not on their lover's getaway weekend. No, she's much younger. She sees a nervous teenager, tanned from the summer and still smelling of the chlorine from the pool. She has on her favorite denim skirt. The one she only wore when she wanted to look cute for a boy. And she was sitting next to a boy at that moment. She was older than the boy, supposedly more experienced than him, and supposedly the dominant one in their budding relationship. But the butterflies in her stomach belied all of that. She was just an innocent young schoolgirl, wearing schoolgirl shiny pink lip gloss, hoping to have her first sexual experience with a boy. "Charlie," she whispers, "I'm sorry. I would never embarrass you. I just want to be with you. It was a way for me to be with you, to have you close to me." The boy, like her, has pink toenails. At her urging, he painted both of their nails matching pinks yesterday. The boy has done a lot of things at her suggestion: trying on dresses at the mall, letting her do his makeup, wearing a bikini. Young Charlie always looked so cute in his embarrassment. "Charlie, I find you attractive when you do those things with me. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? There's certainly nothing wrong with a boy who is as pretty as you. You're prettier than your sister, you know?" Susie's younger self takes the boy's hand. "Oh, Charlie, touch me. Touch my breasts. Kiss me, Charlie. Taste my lip gloss (will you let me put it on you later?). Oh, yes, Charlie. Yes. YES!" When Susie finished, her mind turned back to Charlie. Charlie was the sweet boy next door. The little brother to her friend. The boy (and girl) who had lost his father in the war, who was on the way to losing his mother too -- to alcohol addiction brought on by her husband's death. She hasn't seen Charlie much these past few years. But, Susie decided right there, she's going to see him -- and a lot of him -- soon. Dinner -- and a New Beginning Susie did not delay in putting her plan into action. She knew she couldn't call Charlie directly. No, that was too bold, too likely to fail. It's been a long time since she saw Charlie. He surely had changed. She can't just go marching into his house, flaunting a denim skirt and glossy pink lip gloss and seduce him like it was 8 years ago. You can't recreate the past, she knew. No, certainly not. But she knew she had to try to find the future she wanted. Pulling out her phone, Susie texted her old friend Tina. They arranged for a dinner back in her home town that very Friday. That was where Susie would find out what Charlie was up to. That was where she would put the dreams in her head into action. Friday finally arrived. Susie had taken the day off work and traveled home to see her Mom. That morning, she got dressed in the outfit she so carefully planned. As she slid Jennifer's green dress over her head, she couldn't suppress her smile. It fit her so well. Hard to believe that it was borrowed (and borrowed from her best friend's husband no less!). She clipped the thin leather belt tight. Susie loved dresses with belts. They highlighted a woman's curves, accentuating that hourglass shape without being slutty like a corset. As Susie secured the belt, her hand nervously caressed the fringe dangle of the belt. She thought of Jennifer, wondering if he somehow had selected this dress aware of Susie's fascination with belts. He had seen her wearing them so often at work. Did he notice? Or was it subconscious on his part? Maybe he selected that dress on that day because it was sexy to him? Or maybe, she hoped, it was sexy to him because it reminded him of her. As she smoothed the skirt of the dress, Susie's thoughts turned to Charlie. Back then, her adventures with Charlie never involved anything like this dress. She was just a teenager then; back then, everything was pinks, sunflower yellows or baby blues. Would he be attracted to a green like this? It wasn't a kelly green. No, it was more of a pastel, almost a muted turqoise. She sure hoped he could like it as much as she did -- and that he would look as cute in this color as he did in those pinks when he was 15. Susie did her makeup, all the while thinking of Charlie. Would he like this shade of eye shadow, this lipstick, this look, she wondered. She selected a necklace and earrings, but quickly tossed those aside. No, not right, she thought. She tried another, and another, and another. Nothing had the look she wanted, the look she needed. Finally, she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Focus, Suze. Focus. He's not even going to be there tonight." After a moment, Susie went back to the first necklace and earrings. The white interlocking loops accented the dress just right. The matching dangling earrings cropped her face just so. As if words could convince herself, she declared,"perfect." Susie slid on her white sandals. She had carefully painted her toenails strawberry the night before. She grabbed her white clutch, checked its contents and headed out the door. Today, Susie had a present for herself -- a manicure. At the nail shop, the Asian lady doing her nails tried to make small talk. She commented on the polish she brought, an Essie polish named "Turquoise & Caicos." It was so nice, she said. Matches your dress, she commented. But that's not what Susie heard. Instead, she heard Jennifer. "This is a nice color," she heard Jennifer say. "Matches my dress well, don't you think?" "I'm so glad you like my dress," Jenny continued, "don't tell Annie, but I picked it because of you. Yes, it reminded me of you when I bought it. I guess there was a part of me that always wanted to get inside your clothes, don't you think, Suze? And when you wore it to work the first day after our adventure, you drove me crazy all day. I so wanted to take you into my office, push you down on my desk, slide that dress off of you, and make love to you right there. Of course, if I had done that, I would have worn the dress myself afterward, leaving you to go naked or wear my shirt and tie. Yes, every bit of my clothing that you wore to work was pure temptation, Susie. Pure temptation." Susie closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. When she opened them, the Asian lady reappeared before her. A few minutes later, however, she heard another voice, this time Charlie's. "Turquoise & Caicos. Funny name. Have you been there Susie? It would be great to go together. It would be like that summer at your pool. We could get a private cabana on the beach, you in a turqoise bikini, letting me do your fingers and toes while you sipped a drink with a tiny umbrella in it. But you will have to show your appreciation by doing my toenails to match. And then we could make love right there on the beach. What do you say, Suze?" Thankfully, Charlie's question just about ended the manicure. Susie paid her technician, giving her a way-too-large tip, just to get out of there. She went straight to the restaurant. Tina was right on time, as usual. Good Lord, she looked beautiful. Tina's hair was down, with soft flowy curls shaping her face. She looked like a vision. Of course, Tina always was put together, always with everything in its place -- even when her life was in shambles. Susie couldn't help but wonder whether the adult Charlie could look so beautiful. It runs in the family, right? During dinner, they caught up on their lives. Tina explained how she and Charlie stayed in town, how she was the manager at Darcy's now, how everything was a thousand percent better than in 2008. (Susie's mood perked a little at the mention of Charlie. "Stay cool," she told herself). Susie explained about her job in Atlanta. She said that the work was fine, and explained that she had gained a few good friends. But, her best friend moved away, and she was feeling a bit homesick now. So, she declared, she was coming back home. (Of course, she left a little out of the story, but she couldn't tell Tina everything, at least not at this stage.) As the meal was winding down, Susie finally culled the courage to ask about Charlie. "Say, how is Charlie gettin' along?" she said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "He's fine," Tina replied. "He works at a startup. Some social, environmental app or other. I'm not really sure. It's great, because they're really flexible, he works from home half the time and he can basically set his own hours the rest." "That's wonderful. Say howdy for me." Then, after a pause that she hoped was long enough. "It would be great to see him sometime." "He would like that. He practically lit up like a Christmas tree when I mentioned you tonight. But he begged off because of his girl, Connie. She's awful. She's so overbearing and very jealous. She probably wouldn't let him even look your way. Not when you're such a hottie!" They both laughed at Tina's comment. Tina tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, but Susie quickly came back to Charlie and his girlfriend. She just had to know. Now or never. "Why would she be jealous of me? Doesn't she know that he was the annoying little hanger-on when we were growing up? I mean, really. If she only knew, right?" "Well," Tina explained, "it doesn't matter. Connie treats him ugly most times. She is jealous of everyone near him. Me, more than anything, I must say. Thinks I'm too close with him. It's weird. And annoying, certainly." "But, no, she certainly doesn't know THAT," Tina added. This made Susie smile. "If she only knew, right? I mean, what Charlie used to do was hardly boyfriend-girlfriend stuff, ain't that the truth?" Then, after another pause. "Does Charlie ever talk about those days? I mean, I hope he's not angry or ashamed or something." Tina tried to shake off the question. "Oh, he's fine, I'm sure. We don't really talk about that stuff. We were just kids." "Yes, kids. Although he was so cute back then. I bet he's really pretty these days." "Pretty?" "You know," Susie tried to explain, "handsome. Pretty. Like Johnny Depp. Or David Bowie." "I'd go more with Leonardo DiCaprio, when he was that age." "Oooh! I had such a crush on him!" Susie declared, "Maybe this Connie should be jealous!" Susie laughed, but looked at Tina's reaction, just to see. "Well, look, it may not matter. The dope seems to be stuck in this relationship. Why I can't tell." The conversation wasn't going quite like Susie planned. She backed away and went silent. By this time, the server had cleared the plates, and was asking about dessert. They both declined. Susie put her hands together and placed them on the table. That's when Tina, trying to make conversation, complimented Susie on the color. "Thanks," Susie replied, "it was my friend's. He -- she gave it to me." Tina heard that little slip, but let it go. "Well, it's very nice. And matches your dress. Did you do them yourself?" "No," Susie laughed, "I went to someone today. Not real happy though. I hope there's a good place to get your nails done around here. If I move back and all." "What about you?" Susie asked. "Yours are beautiful. Where does one go around here to get your nails done?" Tina tried the standard, "Oh, I do them at home" line, but it came out as "I get them done at home." "Get them done? I thought you said ...." And then, Susie smiled. She leaned in. "Does -- Is -- Is it like before, Tina? Does ... Charity do them for you?" Tina nodded, ever so slightly. "But you can't say that I said that! Swear to me." "Oh, I swear. Don't you worry." And then she whispered, "But I do hope Charity will take on another customer." And with that, Susie knew she was going to be happy back home.