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All for Charity (Part 4) (Conclusion)
Connie learns about Charlie as the charity event nears. Charlie finally
sets his own destiny.
The Mother's Day event at Rita's Salon was a little over two weeks away
now. Charlie, after being inadvertently outed by his sister Tina, had
agreed to volunteer at the event, giving manicures. He hadn't told his
girlfriend Connie about the event yet; he hadn't even told her that he is
skilled at painting nails. He didn't think that would go over well and
he was struggling to find both the opportunity and the words to explain
it. Meanwhile, his teenage infatuation, Susie, was back in town and
Charlie found her presence confusing. It was bringing back old feelings,
feelings that he thought he had long since tucked away. The weekend
prior, Charlie and Susie shared, in essence, a slumber party together
where he practiced braiding her hair. It was as if adult Charlie was
slipping back into that confused teenager who secretly shared feminine
things with his sister and his love crush. Now, he was desperate to find
his grounding again.
***
Charlie still did not have a plan for how to tell Connie his secret when
he got an unexpected call from Rita. Rita was Tina's friend and the
owner of the salon hosting the charity event he had agreed to participate
in.
"Charlie, I'm sorry but I have a slight problem with Mother's Day," she
said. "I just heard from the State Cosmetology Board. Because the event
is open to the public, manicurists need to be licensed by the state."
"So, I can't help you after all?" he asked.
"No, it's not that. In fact, I REALLY want you to help. I think you'll
be a big attraction. But I just need you to work with me to solve the
problem." Rita explained that the cosmetology board issues special
temporary licenses for non-profit events, provided the recipients attend
a single nail hygiene and safety course. The course was two hours long,
and Rita could host it at her salon. Rita explained that he and one
other volunteer needed the temporary license and she would be providing
the course this Saturday at her salon.
"We can do it before the shop opens on Saturday. Meet us here at 8 am to
get started, OK?" Rita pleaded. Charlie agreed. Tina agreed to drop
Charlie off at the salon, on her way to work. However, because she would
still be working when it ended, Susie agreed to pick Charlie up, shortly
after 10.
For the rest of the week, Charlie tried to figure out a way to tell
Connie about the event. He dreaded doing so, made worse by the feeling
that Connie wouldn't react well. Shortly after Rita's call, he vowed to
raise the matter in his next conversation with Connie. But an innocent,
"how was your day?" spoiled that plan.
"Oh my, Charlie! I had the worst day at the restaurant today. A band of
drag queens came into the restaurant -- practically took over the place.
They were straight out of that movie, "To Wong Fu," I swear. And they
were so loud and so demanding. They paraded around in these glitzy
dresses, over-the-top makeup and hair like you wouldn't believe. They
were obviously guys, and they wanted to make sure everyone knew it. I
mean, really? I know there are some people who feel trapped in the wrong
body and all, but what's with the drag queen? Why didn't they even try
to look normal?
"And if looking like freaks wasn't enough, they were the most obnoxious,
demanding customers we've had in a while. They loudly complained about
every little thing, wanted service immediately and couldn't wait for
their food. Good Lord! It was awful!
"And the worst was that Jimmy made us all just take it. He forbade any
of us from talking back or telling them what freaks they were. We had
to just act like it was OK for a guy to parade around in a skin-tight
mini dress, five inch heels and garish makeup. Ugh! At least they were
good tippers. I'll give them that."
That Friday, Charlie recounted the discussion during his weekly manicure
session with Tina and, now, Susie.
"So, after her little hissy, what did you do?" Susie asked.
"Y'all know I couldn't raise the issue of Rita's with her at that time.
Not then. She already was in a bad mood and I didn't want to upset her
more."
"So ...?"
"I didn't say anything. I just told her that I was going to be out of
town this weekend, helping our cousin move. And I told her I would be at
Aunt Lisa's for Mother's Day."
"So basically you lied just to avoid the whole issue?" Susie pressed.
"Yes, but I didn't know how to tell her. I know she said those ugly
things, but she was talking about the over-the-top, obnoxious drag queen.
Not about, you know, guys doing feminine things in principle. She said
something about why don't they want to look like normal women and all."
"So that makes you think she's open to you. To you doing this?"
"Well .. maybe."
"You're an idiot," Tina chimed in. And that was all the discussion of
Connie that night.
Mandatory Safety Training
On Saturday, Charlie arrived at Rita's shortly before 8 am. The salon
was not open yet, but Rita met him outside and let him in. Rita sat at a
manicure station and motioned for him to sit across from her. This
placed him with his back to the door, so he could only hear his fellow
manicurist enter the salon.
"Oh, great! You're right on time," Rita welcomed her. "This is Charlie,
the guy I told you about. He has a hidden talent and I think he's going
to be a bit hit. And Charlie, this is Connie, your partner for today."
Charlie was dumbfounded. Connie? My Connie? He turned and his fears
were confirmed. His partner was indeed his girlfriend, Connie. It made
sense at one level. Connie had nearly completed beauty school a few
years ago but dropped out during a downturn and had not yet decided to
pursue beauty as a career. But he hadn't expected this, had not expected
her to volunteer for an event. Hey, he didn't even know that Connie knew
Rita.
"Well knock me over with a feather!" Connie exclaimed, "YOU'RE the guy
who paints nails?? My own boyfriend, a closet manicurist. Aren't I the
luckiest girl?"
"I'm a man of varied talents, like Renaissance men," Charlie responded, a
bit sheepishly.
Connie laughed a half laugh. But then Connie's brain caught up with the
situation and she started to put all the pieces together. Rita had said
she had a surprise. Said it was a cute guy, young, easy going. His
sister suggested him, she said. She has the most fabulous nails
according to Rita. The sister said it started with a little role playing
when they were kids, with the boy being dressed up like his sister. Over
time, he gained some unusual skills, which he continued to put to use
after they grew up. With a new-found understanding of Charlie's
mysterious Friday night conflict, Connie's demeanor changed. All at
once, she wasn't so cheerful, not so "haha, my boyfriend paints nails!"
Trying not to draw Rita into this, Connie bit her tongue and tried to
push her feeling of betrayal aside for the moment.
Oh, he's going to pay for this, she thought. Sure, his thing with his
sister was nothing. Nothing, he says. Nothing but some sick game!
That's what it is. He will pay for lying to me. ... But maybe he was
just ashamed. Ashamed of being abused by his own sister. I knew Tina
was a bully. Maybe this isn't some game. She probably insists on doing
his nails too, so he can look like his big sis. ... No, it can't be
that; he comes to see me afterward and I've never seen nail polish on his
hands. But she probably forces him to be her personal handmaiden. I
wonder if he has to fix her hair or do her makeup too. Or maybe hand
wash her undies. Gross! Whatever. One thing's for sure: he needs to
get out of there immediately, she thought.
"You're not mad, are you, Conn? I tried to tell you, I just didn't know
how," he pleaded.
"Oh, never you mind that," she protested. "It's awesome that you're
helping Rita and the women's shelter out like this! And I think it's so
cute that my boyfriend isn't afraid to be a bit girly. He's something
special, isn't he, Rita?"
Despite her reassuring words, the shame weighed on Charlie like an
anchor. He could tell when she was angry inside, and this screamed
anger. It screamed steaming, near-volcanic eruption anger. I can't
blame her. It's my fault, he reasoned. I knew I couldn't hide this from
her forever. I should have come out and told her. Better to have been
honest, to have had control, and to have given her time to work it out.
Now she's startled, confused and pissed that I harbored secrets.
I'll just lay low, let the pressure vent slowly. Don't upset anything,
he told himself. Give her time and the anger will subside. It's a
strategy he's used before -- a strategy that he seems to be using more
and more often these days. But it will work. She's going through the
stages of anger. If he just rides it out, she'll process her fury, her
confusion and her frustration, and slowly come to acceptance. Whatever
she says or does, just go with the flow.
Rita felt the chill in the air, but forged ahead. "OK, so we need to run
through a few things about safety and cleanliness. As it turns out,
you're both pretty experienced: Connie from her schooling and Charlie
from his hands on training, so to speak." Rita chuckled slightly at her
pun. "But we have to go through this checklist so I can certify to the
training and you can get your temporary licenses."
"Charlie, you're sitting across from me so you will be my model. Don't
worry, we're only going to be cleaning and buffing and the like. No
polish or anything like that. This is about safety, not technique.
"Connie, you pull up that chair and sit next to Charlie. Just so you can
see." Connie took her seat next to Charlie. Above the desk, she looked
like the loving girlfriend, getting close to her guy. Below, however,
her nails dug into his thigh almost the whole time.
Rita went through her cleanliness checklist. She discussed the need to
use sterilized tools with each client, putting the used tools in a
solution to clean them for the next use. Cotton tips and makeup remover
pads were single use items, to be thrown away. Always wash your hands
between clients, like a surgeon does, she said. Taking Charlie's hands
in hers, Rita showed how to push cuticles back, never cutting them. She
trimmed, filed and buffed Charlie's nails as she demonstrated the proper
safety techniques. You won't be doing acrylics or wraps, she said, so
they were able to skip some of the items. Finally, Rita talked of the
importance of a fresh wash basin for pedicures and general safety
measures for working with feet.
For the most part, Connie was silent, dropping only the occasional dig at
Charlie. "You don't reuse your makeup remover, do you Charlie?" "Make
sure you don't damage your own polish when removing your client's
polish," she chided at another point. "Who goes first, you or Tina?" she
asked when Rita first took his hands. "I always prefer to go second. I
find it harder to do someone's nails when mine are wet." But regardless
of what she said, Charlie didn't react. Let her express her anger. She
will work through it, like the stages of grief.
They finished the presentation in just under an hour. Charlie and Connie
took their quizzes and received their temporary licenses. Everything was
set for two weeks from now.
Susie wasn't expected for another hour. Charlie started to text her,
when Connie stopped him. "Oh, baby, don't be in such a rush. We have
some time; we're right here. What do you say I get one of those
manicures you've been giving?"
Charlie agreed - anything she wants, he told himself. Maybe it will calm
her down. But Connie wasn't in a mood to be calmed. Not yet. She
wasn't done with expressing her anger.
"You know, sugar. I shouldn't be the only one getting pampered. After
all, you've let Tina make you up before. I should get a turn too."
"Really, Conn. I'm not sure now is a good time," he pleaded, careful not
to object too strenously.
"Oh, of course, now is a great time. We both have the hour. I'm curious
to see how my guy looks on the other side, so to speak. And I know sure
as the Devil himself exists that I don't want some he-man polishing my
fingernails. Not that you're the most manly of the men I've dated, of
course."
Her dig stung Charlie. He wanted to object, but reasoned that doing so
now would cause this volcano to erupt, with devastating consequences.
No, his only hope was to continue to play along and wait for her to vent
all her negative energy.
"That's my girl," she exclaimed. "I have just the thing for you in my
car."
She ran to her car and returned with an object hidden behind her back.
She said it was a surprise and he'd just have to wait for the reveal.
Connie made Charlie close his eyes while she did her work. He could feel
Connie brushing his hair. "You have such pretty hair," she told him,
"I'm glad you've let it grow out somewhat. There's just enough to work
with." Charlie could feel her put a headband in his hair and rub his ear
lobes with something. He reached to feel his head, but Connie swatted it
down. "Wait, now. Not until I'm finished."
Next Charlie could feel her begin to put makeup on him. He mostly kept
his eyes shut, as she put foundation, blush and eye shadow on her. He
was allowed to open his eyes for eye liner and the mascara. "Oooh, you've
done this before. No jumping at the eye pencil so close to you. Good
girl!" she told him.
"So what did Tina call you back then? I'm sure it wasn't 'Charlie,' was
it now?"
"Um, it was 'Charity,'" he practically whispered. "Tina's friend, Susie,
came up with the name and it kinda stuck."
"Charity. That's so pretty," she mocked. "I might like that better for
you than Charlie. It's so demure, so delicate. Like you are."
When Connie finished with his makeup, she concocted a makeshift screen so
she could hide his hands. Placing a large piece of cardboard across his
forearms and leaning it against the side of her manicure lamp to block
his view, Connie began on his fingernails. "Just one more thing to do,
Charity. But I know you won't keep your eyes shut, so this will have to
work instead."
Charlie could feel her polishing his nails but he couldn't see anything.
When she finally finished, she made him close his eyes again and escorted
him to a stylist's chair, so he could see the finished product in a
mirror.
"Open your eyes now, Charity," she called.
Charlie could not believe what he saw. Everything was pink and Hello
Kitty themed. In his hair, he had a headband with a big pink bow and
Hello Kitty waving from one side. His ears had two Hello Kitty stickers,
like he was wearing earrings. His face was full of glitter, with bright
pink and blue eye shadow and shimmery pink lipstick. And on his fingers
was a shiny glitter pink with "Sissy" painted in black letters on one
hand. In his lap, Connie had placed a Hello Kitty backpack purse.
Connie laughed out loud. "I bought this for my niece, as her first
makeup kit. But seeing as how you're a novice girl -- at least certainly
not a 23 year old woman -- it works so much better for you. You look
just cute as a button, Charity! Pink really is your color. I knew that
ever since I saw that pink t-shirt you wore about a month ago. I should
have known all along."
Charlie shook with anger. Fighting both rage and tears, Charlie stood
up, knocking the backpack purse to the floor, and turned to Connie.
"Screw you, Connie! I can't believe you did this. How could you? What
have I done to deserve this? Was our whole relationship a joke to you?
Well ha ha! I'm fucking done with you, Connie. I should have listened
to Tina all along. She knew you didn't really love me, didn't care for
me. Goodbye!"
With that, Charlie stormed out of the salon and across the parking lot.
He kept walking toward the direction where Susie would be coming, getting
as far away from Rita's -- and from Connie -- as he could. When he
reached a bench in the parking lot of another shopping center, he called
Susie to tell her where he was.
Susie arrived a few minutes later, screeching her tires to a halt.
Seeing her, Charlie's composure finally broke down, and he started crying
uncontrollably. Susie jumped out of the car and ran to him. They kissed
passionately. It was a kiss that both had wanted for years, but each had
been afraid to admit to the other.
"Oh my god, Charlie. You're quite the sight!" Susie exclaimed. "Let's
get you home and you can tell me all about this."
Charlie + Susie
It was over an hour later before Charlie was ready to talk. Showered,
cleaned up and shaved, Charlie returned to his living room where Susie
waited. Susie noted that he was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt --
clothes straight out of Men's Health -- and she could smell the musk
aftershave he used.
"Connie is bad news." Susie told him after he recounted the whole
morning's events. "She showed how shallow and mean she is. You deserve
better Charlie. You're a wonderful man. Don't let Connie make you think
otherwise. You don't deserve what she did. Any woman would be lucky to
have you."
Charlie didn't respond verbally, but his meaning was understood
nonetheless. He leaned into Susie, kissing her on the lips. She closed
her eyes, kissed him back, her hands caressing his torso. Susie could
smell his aftershave, mixing with the perfume she dabbed behind her ears.
She felt so silly and so sadly desperate this morning dabbing the perfume
there like a teenager dreaming she would meet a cute boy at the school
dance, but now everything felt right.
Charlie continued to advance more intimately. He pushed himself onto
her, and she willingly received him. As they kissed, Susie tipped her
head backward, toward the ceiling. Her hands made their way to his head,
sliding her fingers into his still-wet hair and scratching her nails on
his scalp. Charlie barely let any daylight between their bodies, as he
moved his hands across her back, down to her rear and to her waist.
Susie felt his strong grip as she arched her back upward, thrusting
herself to match his thrusts.
Not wanting to stop, but not wanting a cheap thrill on the sofa either,
Charlie lifted Susie up, their bodies still intertwined and her fingers
still in his hair. Silently, Charlie maneuvered them to the standing
position and began walking backward, pulling her with him. When they
were free of the sofa, he moved behind her, kissing the nape of her neck
and moving his hands to her waist and into her frontal region. He walked
her into his room and onto his bed. God, he had wanted this for so long,
he thought. This was the very room where she touched me way back when,
where -- if I had only been bold enough -- I should have taken her that
very day.
Today, he was bold enough. More than bold enough.
Afterwards, as she spooned her body against his body, Susie slowly spoke
to him. "Charlie, do you remember that time on your bed? Back when we
were young and, you know? I have a confession to make. I had never been
with a boy before then. I had never done that before. I'm glad my first
time was with you. I loved you then; I really did. And I love you now.
Still."
Two weeks later
Rita's charity event finally arrived. Charlie showed up for his station
wearing black jeans, a white collarless shirt and a casual blue blazer,
unbuttoned. He was wearing new boots and sporting a new aftershave, a
musk scent that Susie picked for him.
Charlie had not spoken to Connie since that day two weeks prior. Not
sure what to expect, he was prepared for anything. Charlie spied the
room, but he didn't see Connie anywhere. Connie was a no-show at the
fundraiser. Figured.
Charlie's first two customers were Susie and then Tina. But he was busy
all day. As Rita had predicted, Charlie was a big hit at the event. He
drew a steady line throughout the day, even as Rita encouraged people to
try the other manicurists. But many were content to wait for the
opportunity to have Charlie provide his service, and they were willing to
make large donations in support of the cause. Everyone was thrilled.
At the end of the day, Charlie and the rest of the women headed to dinner
at the restaurant next door. During the discussion, Charlie opened up to
the ladies, admitting that he was Charity with Tina and Susie when he was
younger. The group suggested that Charity work the Sunday portion of the
event. "Come on, Charlie," Rita encouraged, "we are all dying to meet
Charity."
Although he didn't need to, Charlie looked to Susie. He could see her
smiling at the idea. (In truth, her mind was flowing back to another
charity fundraising event. The one where her wished-for-but-not
actually-hers boyfriend appeared crossdressed. This time, though, Susie
knew she would get her man.) To a roar from the table, Charlie
wholeheartedly agreed.
The next day, as Rita readied to open the salon to the women from the
shelter, one new woman stood proudly at her manicure station. She stood
in black slacks, a white silk blouse with a Peter Pan collar, and a pink
blazer buttoned once in the middle, the sleeves rolled back to 3/4
length. On her neck was a small gold chain with the name "Charity" on
it. It was a gift from a dear friend, the same friend who gave the woman
her name. Three inch black heels gave her a lift matching the emotions
she was feeling.
Charity was ready to debut. The event was for charity, but this moment
truly was made for Charity. All for Charity.
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