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Caught in the Storm
Chapter One - The Game Begins
The snow arrived sooner than expected. It was coming down much harder
than forecast. What started as a simple errand for a friend turned into
so much more. His friend April had been caught in traffic behind an
accident causing more than an hour delay, so she'd called him to run by
her house and be there for her daughter when she got home from school.
"Hey... I've gotta ask a favor," April started the call.
"What's up?" Billy replied.
"So I am stuck in traffic, an accident. It's gonna be like an hour before
I get home." Billy knew where this was going, and he didn't mind. "Can
you go to the house and watch Tess for me until I get home? Pretty
please!"
"Of course I can," Billy said kindly.
April had been his best friend since high school. He's been something of
an unofficial uncle to her daughter, Tess. This wasn't the first time,
nor would it be the last, that he'd watch her... but it would be the last
time that it would be as "Uncle Billy."
Billy pulled into the driveway just in time for the schoolbus to round
the corner and crawl to a stop a few houses down. He got out of the car
and waved at Tess as she got off the bus. She was in a pink dress, blue
tights, and white faux leather shoes. Even Billy knew this was a terrible
combination, but it was one that appealed to her ten year old mind, and
somehow she made it look adorable in that quirky sort of way kids have.
"Hi Uncle Billy!" She ran over to hug him. "Is Mommy running late?"
"Yeah, sweetheart, she's stuck in traffic, so I am going to hang out a
little while if that's ok." Her big smile told him she was looking
forward to it.
"Ok!"
Minutes later they were in the warm house watching the snow already
starting to fall. "I wanna play in the snow!" Tess said excitedly. "Can
we?!"
"Uh, I guess, but you'll need to change into something warmer."
Tess didn't even wait for the answer and she was running across the room
at the terrifying speed of childish excitement. How she managed not to
fall as she rounded the corner to the hallway Billy couldn't even begin
to fathom.
He'd barely finished texting April to tell her when Tess came bounding
out of the hall in overalls, over the same tights he noted, and with a
heavy sweatshirt on. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" She was bouncing up and
down.
He dug her boots out of the coat closet and made sure she had gloves and
a warm hat before taking one for himself, and they were off.
There was a park just down the road, he'd taken Tess there before when
watching her like this. They were there for nearly a half hour and the
sleet/snow was soaking Billy as he watched Tess and the other
neighborhood children losing their minds playing in the rare snowstorm.
Apparently parents, adults, and/or older siblings with the other kids
were in the same situation and slowly beginning to call it a day, and all
that remained was Tess and a few older kids Billy could tell were only
there looking for trouble.
As they approached her, he started across the field, too. They got there
first, pushing her towards one of the larger puddles formed by the rain
that preceded the sleet and snow. Billy got there just in time to snatch
her away from the puddle, taking the soaking the leaping bully intended
for her. He splashed hard into the puddle sending a large splashing wave
into Billy, who shielded Tess. The boys, realizing an adult stepped in
just laughed as they ran away, no longer able to pick a winning fight.
Billy grumbled as they ran off, turning himself and Tess towards home. It
wasn't a very long walk but it seemed like forever being soaked from the
mid-thighs down. By the time they got home he was very cold.
"Uncle Billy?" Tess said with a sly grin as soon as they got in the door.
"Yes?" He eyed her suspiciously, she was a clever kid and he had long ago
learned to watch out for her precocious antics.
"I wanna play dress up," she said so matter of fact that it felt
suspicious.
"Ok," Billy almost made it sound like a question, not sure what she was
thinking...
"With you." She turned her head down mocking shyness, she was anything
but shy, and looking up at him doe-eyed. "Please!"
"What?!"
"Well you're wet and cold and need to like getting your stuff dry anyway
and I don't have anyone to play with cuz it's like snowing and messy out
and mommy's not here and..." He waved his hand to stop the incredibly
rapidly blurted out run on sentence.
"I think..." he started, only for her to cut him off.
"That you need to get dry and warm and not make a mess on mommy's couch
with your icky muddy pants?" she said proudly as if she'd actually read
his mind, when she'd done nothing of the sort. "So you'll do it?!"
"Wait, I never said I was."
"But, you never said no," she said smugly. "Come on, it'll be fun, and
it'll just be us. Just until your stuff is dry."
Her eyes were sparkling with that way she has about begging for things,
that makes it way too hard to say no.
Billy sighed. "Ok, fine," he barely got out. "But..." It was too late for
stipulations. Tess was gone in a flash gleefully racing around the
corner.
"How do I get myself into these messes?" he asked himself.
A few minutes later Billy was in the bathroom behind the door taking
clothes from Tess's arm poking through a barely opened door. "Hey this is
a dress!" he said in surprise, realizing just after the door shut.
"Duh! It's dress-up!" she said through the door. "Hurry up and get
changed so we can play!"
He shook his head in exasperation and hung the dress on the shower
curtain rod. He took his pants off and looked at the dress again,
wondering how he'd let this little bundle of chaos get him to agree to
this insanity.
"Are you coming or what?!" she said impatiently through the door.
"Just a minute!" He tried to sound mildly irritated, but not in an angry
way.
"Pokey!" She giggled. "I'll be in the living room!"
He took off his shirt and looked at the dress, not recognizing it. He
hoped it wasn't one of April's she'd been planning to wear for something
special. It was already awkward to him that he might be about to put her
clothing on, but that would be too uncomfortable to even process.
The dress was pink, because of course it was. It had little white flowers
on it all over the place, the skirt had a bunched ruffle trim at the
bottom, and it had sleeves. They were too short to cover anyone's arms
entirely, but not short sleeved like a t-shirt. He never understood why
girls like that stuff.
Finally he just took the plunge and pulled it over his head like a shirt.
He struggled a little unaware the ties in back were slightly more than
decorative for a few moments. He turned trying to see in the mirror and
only seeing himself caught in the delicate garment held well off his
waist still, showing his underwear comically. He twisted, tugged, twisted
some more, turned in a full circle. Finally his fingers found a tiny tie
and he tugged it curiously, it untied and the dress got looser and slid
down his body with ease.
He looked at his back in the mirror and saw the ties, realizing that
those were keeping it too small to wear before. Try as he may, he
couldn't get them pulled tight and held long enough to tie them and
they'd loosen when he was done. It just looked weird loose. Then again,
it looked weird to him to see a little over half his thigh bare from
under a pink floral print dress, too. It was a weird day suddenly.
A knock at the door. "Did you chicken out?"
"No, I didn't."
"Do you need help putting on a dress? I mean, even a little girl like me
can do it," Tess teased.
"It's on," he said playfully defensive. Then he opened the door, and Tess
burst into a fit of giggles immediately.
"You are soooooooo pretty!" she said. Billy noticed she was in slacks, a
button down shirt tucked in, and a tie. "Come, my lady," she said as if a
suitor taking a lady's arm for a date.
Billy turned to get his jeans. "Just a second," Tess gasped. Billy
dropped his pants and grabbed the back of his dress, had it ridden up he
thought in a panic. He felt it in place, it hadn't.
"You didn't tie it right," Tess said. "Let me help." Before he could say
a word, he felt the dress tightening on his body and at the waist as Tess
deftly did the lacing proper.
"Uh, thanks," he said a little confused at how this was going.
"So like you're pretty, but let me get something for your legs," she
said, turning towards the bedrooms again. "Cuz those hairy things look
weird in a dress." She giggled as he turned to grab his wet pants off the
floor.
He barely turned around when she appeared with something pushed in his
face. "Here!" she said slightly too loud for as close as she stood. "Put
these on, I'll put your pants in the dryer." She took them without
waiting for a reply.
He shut the door and sat on the toilet lid looking at what she'd given
him, white tights. "Great, tights," he thought aloud. He'd seen enough
movies and TV shows to get the gist of putting them on, but was surprised
it was a little harder than it looked. It only took a minute and he was
standing and looking in the mirror at himself, again.
The dress was high-collared, had sleeves that barely reached past his
elbows, and his legs now looked solid white under the pink dress. If not
for his face and shoulder-length hair all ragged like a man... "No, I am
NOT thinking that!" He stopped that thought and opened the bathroom door.
"Hello again!" Tess said. "Shall we, my lady?" She offered her arm
gentlemanly again. Billy took it, feeling a little silly, but let Tess
lead him into the living room. She'd set up cups on the dining room table
with cookies on a single central plate.
She guided him to a chair, pulling it out, and trying to push it in as he
sat. "Remember to smooth your dress under you as you sit," she whispered,
pretending it wasn't her. He did, she grinned. Then she sat across from
him. "So, miss, do you come here often? I don't think I've seen you
around this tea shop before," she said, mimicking cheesy lines seen in TV
shows for kids.
"No, this is my first time at this place. Is it any good?"
"Oh it's the best! The baker makes the best cookies in the whole world!"
She waved her arms emphatically.
"Oh, I shouldn't," he jested. "My figure." This made Tess giggle.
"Mommy says that, too!" She broke character momentarily. She shook her
head just a little as if shaking back into her chosen role. "You are so
pretty you can surely have one or two, and some hot cocoa? My treat!" She
smiled and winked. She actually winked like she was flirting. It was all
Billy could do to not burst into laughter at how absurdly adorable that
was.
"Well, I guess. The weather is quite serious out," he said, looking out
the window, taking a cookie he assumed April had baked recently. "It
would be foolish to rush out into this."
The two made "small talk", mostly silly comments mimicking TV and movie
scenes, often shifting from topic to topic rapidly. Billy sometimes
struggled to keep up. He finished his hot chocolate when he saw she was
finishing hers.
"Lets change and do something else!" She bounced out of her seat and was
running before he could agree or disagree.
"Ok," he said to himself, standing and looking at the skirt and tights in
front of him.
He almost ran into Tess as he got to hall corner, she came around excited
with a pile of clothes she thrust into his arms.
"Wear these! You can change in the bathroom again," She ran back to her
room, already unbuttoning her shirt as she went.
"Alright," he said, hearing the dryer still running.
He took the dress off carefully, mindful to untie the back first. He
carefully hung it on the hanger again, and then turned to see what Tess
had given him. At least it wasn't pink, whatever it was.
First was a sweater, a chocolate colored one, but that seemed too short.
A white long-sleeved t-shirt that felt extremely soft that Billy looked
at curiously- it didn't look anywhere near big enough to fit him, even at
his relatively small size. Then he saw the denim; shorts he smiled
without really looking at them.
He took the shirt first, figuring it had to go under the sweater. It was
very soft, softer than anything he'd ever worn before. He was amazed it
stretched so much, fitting like skin over his arms and torso. It clinged
to his body right up to the top of the tights he was still wearing. He
thought about taking those off a moment, but figured he could do it
afterwards. The shirt had a common t-shirt neckline, no deep plunging or
cleavage-baring design- he was grateful, sure his hairy chest would look
bizarre in that sort of top.
He pulled the sweater over his head and down. He was right, it was short.
It barely reached the bottom of his ribs, leaving the stomach uncovered.
Then he took the shorts, deciding for now to leave the tights on. When he
picked them up they unfolded and he was surprised to see pleats. A
miniskirt. Tess had given him a miniskirt. A pleated denim miniskirt!
He looked in the mirror, he couldn't go out like this, obviously.
Sighing, he stepped into it and pulled it up. It was a little tight but
he managed to zip and button it up. It sat only a little shorter than the
dress he'd been wearing before had. He just turned to look at the back,
checking out how it hung over his butt when he heard a knock at the door.
"Can I open?" Tess asked.
"Sure," he said, she stepped in carrying a little pink box that resembled
a princess-themed tackle box. She was in a poofy costume dress this time.
It was blue and had puffed sleeves with sheer coverings on her arms to
the wrist. The dress was massive around her legs, her little sparkly
shoes only visible when she was stepping forward. She looked like a
princess.
"Oh, white won't do." She had a screwed up, almost disgusted, look on her
face. "Hold this." She handed him the tackle box. He stood there confused
a moment, then got curious. He opened the box, makeup. It was full of
obviously second-hand makeup, and a few kid-themed pieces likely new when
Tess had gotten them.
Tess came in a moment later with brown pants, of some sort. "When we're
done, put these on instead of the tights. Those are too white and it
clashes."
"It does?" Billy asked.
Tess sighed and hit her head dramatically. "Work with me girl. Work with
me!" Again Billy fought to stifle laughter. He thought that if Tess
didn't get into drama when she got older it would be a waste of talent.
She pulled out a bench under the bathroom counter he'd entirely missed
when he was dressing, both times. "Sit." She patted it. He sat facing
her. "This will be simple but it'll make you soooooo pretty!" She sat the
box behind him on the counter and got to work.
Her hands were a flurry of activity, telling him to close his eyes
sometimes, open them others, to pucker his lips, the rub them together,
then turn this way or look that way. She'd been working maybe five
minutes when she told him to turn around.
He turned to face the mirror, seeing his face made up in her makeup.
Sparkly tan coloring above his eyes, red on his cheeks, a slightly dark
red lipstick. It was far from expert, certainly not something April would
do, but it wasn't comically bad either. He grinned thinking it was better
than he'd do himself. He was so caught up in examining his face that he
was ignoring the pulling at his hair she was doing.
"Ok, done!" she said proudly. He looked up at his hair, pigtails with
bows on the start of them. One brown, one white. "Ok, move, I need to do
my makeup," She shooed him with her hands waving him away. "You can
change your tights in my room if you wanna."
"Alright. I'll wait for you in the living room," he said walking out.
Her room was light green, and showing she was at that age where she
wasn't sure if she wanted to grow up. Posters of bands, boys, and anime
characters covered her walls, along with a few photos of her and her mom
on trips they'd taken. On the night stand beside her bed, a photo of her,
April, and him. It was from a trip to DisneyLand the prior summer. They
were all posing with Tinker Bell, Tess's favorite at the time. Did she
still like Tinker Bell he wondered as he sat on the chair at her makeup
table to get his tights off.
"My tights?!" He shook his head at that thought. The brown pants were
leggings, he'd seen these become popular the last few years with girls
and women of all ages. He pulled them up surprised they were so
comfortable and easy to put on. They barely reached past his knees,
capris. The brown almost matched the sweater he wore. He turned hearing
the swishing sound of the many layers of Tess's princess dress.
"I have shoes you can wear, too," Tess said walking past her door without
stopping.
Billy stepped out in the hallway as she was coming out of the guest room
with a pair of brown shoes. "Here." She handed them to him with a pair of
white socks.
He leaned against the wall and put a sock on, then slipped the shoe on.
It was a little snug but fit ok. He noticed, when putting it on, they had
a heel on them. "At least it's not stilettos," he thought to himself
testing his footing on that foot to put the other sock and shoe on.
Soon he was following Tess down the hall, both of them clicking in their
shoes on the tile floor. Tess jumped and ran out of sight just as she got
to the end of the hallway, a little too eager to get to the living room
Billy thought. What she said as she vanished stopped him dead in his
tracks! "Mommy!" she screamed in excitement.
Billy stood in shock a second, what should he do? He contemplated
running, but where? The dryer was still running, and he was in a skirt
and heels. Where could he go?! He couldn't change fast enough to matter.
He sighed and took a step out, hearing Tess saying, "Mommy, we're playing
dress up!"
"I see that sweetheart," April said. "Wait, WE?!" She stepped forward
just as Billy did. Their eyes met immediately.
He looked down a little timid, embarrassed to be seen like this. Her eyes
got huge, her smile widened to reflect the shock and amusement. "Billy?!"
She laughed. "Oh my goodness, look at you!"
"Isn't she pretty mommy?" Tess asked proudly. "I did Aunt Billy's makeup
and hair myself!"
"Aunt?" April asked, unable to look down at her daughter, still in amused
surprise and taking in the makeup and pigtails.
"Well he's way too pretty right now to be my uncle," Tess explained,
waving her hand around in her way. "Duh!"
"Boys can be pretty, too, sweetie," April said, glancing down momentarily
to Tess, and seeing Billy's legs and the heels. These drew her eyes up
his legs to the skirt, as he pulled his legs together crossing them
tightly so his feet were opposite of a natural stance. "Just like how us
girls can be tough and don't have to wear skirts if we don't want to."
"Well that, like, makes sense," Tess said with a why didn't I think of
that tone. "So isn't he pretty?!" she asked again, eagerly.
"Very!" April laughed again. "Billy?" She leaned down and looked up to
make eye contact again. "Say something."
"Um... hi?" he said.
April covered her mouth trying to keep from laughing. "Hi yourself!" she
replied. "So, is this your first time?" She giggled. "You seem to handle
that skirt and those heels pretty good."
"It's his second outfit," Tess said happily. "The first one was the pink
dress in front of my princess dress," She waved her hands over her dress.
"Yeah, um... what she said," Billy said, looking at April. "My pants are
in the dryer, soaked from outside."
April put a hand up. "You don't need to make excuses or explain. It's
ok," she said, still smiling, now walking around him, tugging at the
skirt a little, at the sweater, and adjusting the pigtails a little. "I
am surprised, but it's ok," she continued. "This really makes up for the
irritation of being stuck in traffic."
"Mommy, Uncle Billy saved me from getting drenched by bullies," Tess
offered. "And we got here and his pants were wet and I didn't wanna let
him get the house icky muddy and wanted to play dress up but didn't wanna
play alone so I asked..." April's hand waving caused Tess to stop. Mommy
knew what she was saying.
"You're a good sport," April said to Billy. "Why don't you come sit in
here, let's talk," She turned towards the living room.
"Ok," Billy said, following her, well aware April was watching him to see
how he walked in the heels.
"You're a natural," April teased as she sat, kicking her pumps off. "You
have good poise for never wearing heels before. Or, are you keeping
secrets from me?" she asked as he started to sit.
Billy slid his hands down his legs to rest the skirt as Tess had
instructed earlier, almost missing the couch at April's last remark, but
managing to catch himself. "No! I've never... I mean..." He realized she
was teasing by the look on her face. "Ok, ok." He shook his head,
noticing how the pigtails danced around as he did. "So... how was your
day?"
His cavalier tone caught April off-guard. Over the years, he'd developed
a skill for that, catching her unprepared in various ways. Sometimes to
make her laugh, sometimes to get through an emotionally tough exterior,
sometimes to break her anger, and sometimes just to cause her to pause a
moment. It was something she'd come to rely on at times, calling him in
times of crisis and heartbreak especially. She laughed this time. "Well,
a lot less interesting than yours, I'm guessing."
"Yeah, I can see that," he said, flipping the hem of the skirt up a tad,
noting he knew exactly what she meant.
"Are you?" She turned her head, smirking but her eyes were critical and
confused.
"Am I... what?" he asked.
"You know..." Her eyes darted down to his skirt a few times.
"Yeah, I'm in a skirt. Obviously," he said, again flipping it up a
little, a tad more this time.
She laughed. "Stop being a flirt!" she teased. His eyes got huge in
defensive panic. "Are you... you know... wearing panties?"
"WHAT?! NO!" Billy's hands waved defensively in denial. Tess fell over
from her sitting position on the floor with her toys, laughing harder
than Billy had seen her laugh in quite some time. Clearly she found that
idea hilarious.
"Why not?!" April asked.
"What?!"
"I mean, you're in a skirt, leggings, a cropped sweater, and pigtails."
April reviewed his appearance as if he needed it. "Why not go all the
way?"
"Uh... it was a game?"
"Oh it WAS?" She emphasized his wording. "So it's not now?"
"Wait, what's happening here?" he asked nervously. "Are you suggesting?"
"Well, it was just a question," she said casually as if to brush any
thought about it away. "I mean, you're most of the way there, anyway,"
she replied. "I am sure I could find something to make you feel pretty."
She winked, in the same impish way Tess did earlier. Like mother, like
daughter, Billy thought.
"It never crossed my mind," he said plainly.
"Well, now that it IS?" She leaned in, putting her hands on his legs, at
the hem of his skirt, gripping just a little for effect. "Interested in
taking this game a little farther?" she asked with a playfully devious
grin.
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