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Hi.

  A story about a young fellow who had a deal with his mother, which
is more careing as he had thought before.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
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  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
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_Alex's_Story___________________________________________by_Lisa_Paige_ 3



both be dating the same guy at the same time?  ...  Yes she was wearing a
tie and blazer, but that was because she was one of the officials."

Actually, all the other officials had been pretty casually dressed, but I
had wanted to make a good impression on my "dates."

"Alice, you sound like you don't believe me.  ...  Well, maybe we'll just
have to do that, Missy, but meanwhile I think you'd better call your brother
and straighten the whole thing out." She had raised her voice a couple of
notches on that last sentence, and she slammed the receiver down as she
finished speaking.  The fact that she still had a frown on her face
indicated that things hadn't gone as she'd planned.  "Okay, so 'Plan A'
didn't work, then maybe 'Plan B' will."

>From what I'd heard of the converation I was too afraid to ask what was
going on in her mind, but Jennifer was impatient.  "All right, Pat.  I think
you need to explain what that was all about."

Pat put her hands to her head and began to speak rapidly.  "Okay, here it
is.  Alice saw us with Alex, but mostly from behind.  Just as we got off the
boat, someone called to Alex, and that's how she got the name - but she
didn't get a real good look at his face - only his clothes and his long
hair.  So with the clothes and the name, she assumed Alex was a boy that
night.  I tried to convince her that Alex was really a girl, but I don't
think she bought it.  But look at him now!" She grabbed my face between both
her hands.  "With his hair done up and makeup ...  like last night ...  and
with the right clothes, Alex becomes our 'girlfriend' Alexandra!  What do
you think!?"

Jennifer looked from one to the other of us a couple of times.  "I think
you're stark raving mad.  Fooling a few people might work, but to think that
we could fool Bill and Bob - who know EVERYTHING about girls - there's no
chance."

"Oh yeah?  How about last night?  You should have seen us, Alex - after you
and your Mom drove away, that is.  We knew your car, of course, and we
recognized your Mom, but it took us a full fifteen minutes to figure out who
the 'girl' in the passenger seat was.  Jennifer was the one who came up with
it, but it took her quite a while.  I didn't believe it myself until this
morning when we saw you."

"Okay, but last night was last night." Jennifer interjected.  "It was dark
and we only saw his head and shoulders.  Think about Bill and Bob looking
him over up close and personal from head to toe in broad daylight.  We don't
stand a chance in a thousand."

"Look," said Pat, "We'll get him made up and dressed up and then see how we
feel.  If it looks promising we have until Saturday to practice and get
everything worked out.  It doesn't seem like much time, I admit, but unless
either of you can come up with a better idea, we don't stand a chance at
all.  I think we can pull it off!  We get him made up like last night, we
pad him a little and dress him just right - -- and we have until Saturday to
work on him.  What do you say, Alex?  Are you willing to help us out here?"

I was stunned as I realized what Pat was proposing.  She wanted me to
masquerade as a girl in front of those boys.  I couldn't even get enough
breath to voice an objection.  I looked at Jennifer hoping she would
continue to object, but she actually seemed to be considering the idea.
Suddenly the memory of my first experience in the mall came into my mind.
Then I remebered my experiences with Betty, then the delivery boy, and then
last night.  There was no doubt that I could pass myself off as a girl in
some situations, and I actually became a little excited at the thought of
playing the part more completely.  On the other hand, the thought of what
Bill and Bob might do to me if they figured it out----.  I began to shake my
head as fear overruled my fantasies.  "Can you imagine the beating I'd get
if Bill and Bob weren't fooled?"

Pat threw in the clincher.  "It's a sure thing if you don't try that we'll
all get a beating, so what have you got to loose?"

She was right, of course.  Left unspoken was the risk that if I didn't go
along with them they would tell the tale of my hair and makeup all over
town.  Finally I just shrugged and asked them what they wanted me to do.

Pat broke into a big grin.  "Can you do your hair and your makeup just like
you had it last night?"

"Sure - uh - I think so."

"Then you get busy with that.  Jen and I have some things to pick up , and
we'll be back as soon as we can.  Don't go anywhere."

She said this with a wink as she grabbed Jennifer's arm and led her out.  I
waited a few minutes after they were gone - giving myself some time to
think.  How had I got myself into this awful mess?  Resigned to my fate, yet
still a little excited to think about dressing up all the way as a girl, I
went into Mom's room and sat down at her vanity.  I took extra time and care
with my hair and my makeup.  Part of me was scared and ashamed of having to
show myself to the girls this way, but part of me was excited too - it
seemed like such an adventure!

I had almost an hour to sit and stew even after my hair and makeup were
done.  I tried to do some chores, but my nervous stomach made me spend most
of the time in the bathroom.  Suddenly, with a perfunctory knock at the
door, Pat and Jen barged in carrying several bags.  I wasn't sure what to
think at first, because when they saw me they just stopped and stared.  It
was Jen who finally spoke first.  "You know, we may have more of a chance
here than I thought.  Alex, you make a beautiful girl." When she said that
my ears began to roar and I blushed beet red all over my body.  "And your
hair - do you think you can help me put mine up like that?"

"Uh, well, yes, yours is a little longer than mine...we might need to set it
first to give it some body ...  " as I lifted a lock of Jennifer's hair I
caught sight of Pat's sly smile, and I realized that I had suddenly slipped
into a completely different frame of mind - a different role.  Pat realized
it too, obviously, but she wasn't in the mood for teasing just then.

"Come on, Jennifer.  We can worry about your hair after we get our little
'girlfriend' here all taken care of." The girls quickly emptied the bags on
my bed, and it looked like they had brough everything I would need to dress
completely like a girl.  There was lingerie of every description, a dress,
two skirt and blouse sets, shoes, belts, some jewelry and several other
things.  We brought a little of everything to see which sizes fit and how
things would look on you.  We'll have to be real careful with the shoes
because some of them belong to our Moms.

Jennifer opened her purse and handed me an electric razor.  "First things
first:  go to the bathroom and shave your legs.  Make sure they're
completely smooth.  Then put this on..." she handed me a pair of white nylon
panties.  "Oh, and don't forget to do under your arms as well, then come
back in here." I knew I was blushing again as I turned and walked into the
bathroom.

Both of them were smiling when I returned wearing nothing but the panties
and my shirt.  Now they seemed to be in a much more playful mood.  As I
stepped over to the bed Pat ran her hand down my thigh.  "My, my, my, aren't
we soft and smooth." There was suddenly a very prominint reaction to Pat's
playfulness, and it wasn't only blushing.  "Well!" Said Jennifer, looking
down at my panties, "at least one of us is going to enjoy this a little.
Pat, our new girlfriend seems to have a very unladylike problem here.  What
can we do about that?" My embarrassment was enough to make the "problem"
subside immediately, but the girls had obviously planned this whole thing
for a purpose.  Pat opened her purse and handed me a sanitary napkin and a
thin elastic belt.  She showed me how to fix the ends of the napkin into the
fasteners, then she made me return to the bathroom with instructions on how
to position the napkin and tuck my privates away.

Once I had the napkin and my panties back in place the girls showed me how
to put on a bra ( I acted like I this was my first time) then padded it with
a set of falsies.  A garter belt was next, then I experienced the fantastic
feel of stockings being drawn over my baby-smooth legs.  I was grateful at
that moment for the sanitary napkin that was hiding and restraining another
reaction.  Next came a half slip and camisole, then a white blouse and a tan
pleated skirt with a wide belt that cinched in until I could hardly breathe.
A pair of white sandals with one-inch heels completed the outfit.  Somewhere
in the excitement of dressing up I forgot all about any shame I ought to be
feeling, and just let my enthusiasm take over.  I think I was begining to
feel like "just one of the girls," but suddenly there I was dressed
completely like a girl for the first time.  I had to put my hand to my face
to prove to myself that it was really me that I was seeing in the mirror.
Then I had to grab Pat's hand to steady myself as I almost fainted.

We spent some time looking me over in the mirror, then comparing makeup and
hairstyling tips.  I was feeling more and more comfortable as both girls
complimented me on my developing skills and my eye for style.  Pat
eventually called us back to reality, however, and my "girl lessons" began
in earnest.  For the next two hours they drilled me incessantly on speaking,
walking, standing and sitting like a lady.  We took a break for sodas, and
then Jennifer insisted I put her hair up in a Gibson Girl like mine.  This
led to some discussion of what I had been learning at Betty's, and before
long we were trading more makeup tips and putting Pat's hair up into a
French Roll.

Eventually we all realized how hungry we were, and the girls had no trouble
talking me into lunch at our local Mall.  The girls were from the other side
of town, so it was apretty safe bet that they wouldn't be spotted, and by
this time I was feeling pretty confident that no one would recognize the
"old Alex" behind my new and beautiful disguise.  We spent the rest of the
afternoon going from one trendy store to another.  Along the way Jennifer
used her dad's credit card to buy a few extras she though I'd need - a purse
and some more shoes, some jewelry and other accessories.

It was early in the evening when we finished and the girls decided that it
was time for another test.  I phoned Mom at work and got her permission to
go to Pat's house for dinner.  Mom was genuinely happy that I had worked
things out with the girls, though she didn't ask for any details and I
certainly didn't mention how I was dressed.

I couldn't believe that we could fool a woman as sophisticated as Pat's mom,
and we worked out a careful plan to explain things to her if she figured me
out.  Somehow it worked out and we didn't need the plan at all.  Both Pat's
mom and dad seemed perfectly accepting of me as Pat's new girlfriend.  Mrs.
Simms even suggested that I accompany them on their next weekend visit to
their lakeside cabin.  Jennifer had a hard time keeping a straight face as
we talked about that one.  A few minutes after dinner we were in Pat's
bedroom excitedly giggling and teasing about my first day as a "real girl,"
and my success with Pat's parents.  Somewhere in the distance I heard the
doorbell ring, and Pat's mother called up that we had visitors.  Both girls
jumped up and headed for the front door, dragging me with them.  When they
opened the door there were three tall guys standing there, and Pat invited
them in as if she had been expecting them.

"Hi, guys, you're just in time.  Let us grab our purses and we'll be ready
to go.  Oh, by the way, this is the friend we told you about.  Alli, meet
Paul, David and Jim."

They all said "Helloooo" in unison, and I blushed and only managed a feeble
"Hi." My knees were so week I barely made it back to the bedroom.

"Pat, Jennifer, what are you doing to me?  You never said anything about
this.  What's going on here?"

"Oh, calm down, Alex.  We're just going out for burgers and a movie.  We'll
be home long before your curfew."

"A movie???  We're going out???  You can't be serious!"

"Stifle it, Alex." Jennifer said rudely.  "You have very little time before
you meet Bill and Bob, and you have to be one hundred percent believable to
pull anything over on them.  Tonight will give you some experience in acting
like a girl around guys - you can watch us and follow our lead.  Besides, we
have to know how you're going to hold up under pressure.  Now get your purse
and let's go."

I just stood there with my mouth open and my knees knocking together.
Jennifer grabbed me by the arm and began pulling me out the door.  Before I
knew it I was getting into the back seat of David's car.  Jennifer was in
the front seat next to David, and Pat had maneuvered so that I was in the
middle with her and Jim on the right, and Paul on my left.  It was obvious
that I was to be Paul's date for the night!  We went to the same burger
place where Pat and Jennifer had spotted me the previous night.  Just last
night!  So much had happened since the that it seemed like a year.  The
girls started right in talking and they kept the conversation fast and light
through the meal and on our way to the movie.  They pulled me in from time
to time, and after I got the hang of boy-girl talking from the other side, I
began to chime in on my own.

I thought Paul was a little more intelligent than the other two, and he made
me laugh more than once with his dry wit.  As we got nearer to our
destination I began to realize that we were headed for the Drive In Movie at
the end of town!



As we went through the gate and found a parking place near the back row of
the drive-in I began to panic.  Knowing the girls' reputation, particularly
Jennifer's, I knew there was going to be more activity in the car than just
watching the movie.  When Jennifer glanced back to say something to Pat I
gave her a desperate "help me" look, only to receive a smile and a wink in
return.  "Follow our lead" they had told me, but I was pretty sure I didn't
want to go where these girls might be headed.

As the lights dimmed and the advertisements began to appear on the screen I
saw Jennifer scoot closer to David in the front seat.  It was already a
tight squeeze with four of us in the back seat, but I felt Jim moving over
to get even closer to Pat.  I was pretty well frozen in place, and Paul
seemed to sense my nervousness because he didn't move at all.  Mercifully,
the conversation kept up through the advertisements and previews, and I
began to relax a little.  The boys started cracking jokes at some of the
dialogue on the screen, and they really were quite clever.

The mood was still light and fun, but as the main feature began all three
boys shifted their arms up over the back of the seat, as if to get more
comfortable.  Even in the dark I could see the subtle movements as first
Jennifer and then Pat leaned into their dates and allowed the boy's arm to
slide down onto their shoulders.  Seconds later I felt the warmth of Paul's
hand on my shoulder through the thin material of my blouse.  I had planned
to just relax and let things happen, but I was sure Paul noticed as I
immediately tensed up.  I knew then that I just wasn't mentally prepared for
this - everything was coming too fast.  I think Pat may have sensed that
things weren't going to well.  She noticed someone walking by the car
carrying popcorn and drinks, and casually mentioned that we had forgotten to
buy some before the movie started.  Within a couple of minutes she and Jen
had all three boys trooping off to the snackbar for treats, and the three of
us were left alone.

"Okay, Alex, what's wrong?  Things seemed to be going pretty well until the
feature started."

"I'm just not ready to have a guy's arm around me.  I don't know what to do
or how to handle the situation."

"Alex, you handle it just like any other situation with a boy.  You let him
go so far, then you back him off a little.  When you're comfortable with
that, you let him get a little farther.  If he goes too far, you send him
farther back than he was.  Simple."

"Simple.  Right." For the next few minutes the girls initiated me into the
sorority of "how to manage men." By the time the boys got back my head was
spinning, but the girls assured me they'd take care of the situation.

When the boys got back into the car we all assumed our former positions - me
with Paul's arm around my shoulders.  I was able to relax a little, knowing
the girls weren't going to let me get into a situation I - or at least they
- couldn't handle.  Not only was I able to relax and enjoy the movie, but I
began to understand what the girls had tried to explain to me.  The rest of
the evening was a real education for me as I watched the girls play with
these guys.  Fortunately, Paul was much more of a gentleman than the others
and didn't try to go too far - we cuddled a little bit and ended up holding
hands during the ride home.  By the time we got back to Pat's house I was
congratulating myself on having survived such a delicate situation.  I
didn't even think about how I was going to handle "saying good night" until
David turned the engine off.

Paul took my hand to help me out of the car, then held on to it as he shut
the door, interlacing his fingers with mine.  There was a tree that
sheltered some of the yard from the nearby streetlight, and Jennifer and
David had stepped under the tree and deeper into the shadows.  Pat and Bob
lingered by the car as Paul walked me up the sidewalk to the porch.  As we
got to the door, Paul put his arm around my waist.  I guess I knew what was
coming, but my mind was blank as to what I could do about it.  He was very
strong, and as he pulled me to him my head went back and my eyes closed
reflexively.  My lips parted in a light gasp and I suddenly felt a firm,
soft pressure against them.  Then I felt the warmth of his breath within me
and I knew he was kissing me!  My head began to spin, my knees went limp and
I put my hands on his arms to steady myself.  He must have taken this as a
sign of permission, because he pulled me tighter to him.  After what seemed
like an eternity he broke the embrace and looked into my eyes.  I was now
more confused than ever, and as he lowered his lips to mine a second time, I
automatically closed my eyes and opened my lips to him.  This time it was
not only his warm breath that invaded me, but his tongue as well!  That
brought me back to my senses and I realized what was going on.  Somehow my
hand found the door handle and pushed the latch.  I broke away from him and
stepped backward through the door, almost catching his hand as I closed it
in front of me.  I leaned my head on the door for a long time, trying to
catch my breath and regain my bearings, then I just put my back to the wall
and let myself slide to the floor.  I was still sitting there staring
straight ahead when Pat and Jennifer came in some minutes later.

"Alex, you were wonderful!  What was it like?"

"Wow, what a sexy kiss!  You liked it, didn't you?  Did he give you tongue?"

They were both chattering at me at the same time, and my mind was in a
whirl.  I couldn't believe that I had kissed a guy - twice.  I knew, though,
that I had passed an important test in our plan to fool Bill and Bob.  As
the girls drove me home we talked some more about handling guys, and I took
them to task for manipulating our dates the way they had.

"Welcome to the real world, Alex.  If they weren't such jerks about seeing
how far they could get, maybe things would be different."

"We aren't all jerks, are we?" I asked.

Jen just gave me her most sarcastic look.  "The answer is mostly 'yes,' but
you've GOT to stop thinking about yourself as a guy for the next few days.
You've got to be the sexiest little babe on the block by the time Bill and
Bob get home.  Think that over while Pat and I get things going for the next
couple of days."

As we neared my house, I realized I had a couple of problems:  Mom had never
seen me fully dressed as a girl.  Not only that, but I was sure she had been
expecting me home much earlier.  I had left my guy clothes at home, so it
wasn't like I could go back to Pat's and change.  I guess it was time to see
how far Mom was really willing to let her son go with his "interests." I
drew a deep breath and, with all the femininity I could muster, I walked
through our front door and into the living room.  Mom was on the sofa, and
she was speaking as she turned toward me.

"Hi, sweetheart.  You're home a little late:  did you and the girls have a
----." She stopped in mid-sentence as she realized how I was dressed.  "Oh,
my." she gasped, and then tears came to her eyes.  I thought I had really
blown it and that my short career as a girl was at an abrupt end.  Then she
came to me and took me in her arms.  As she gave me a tight hug she said
"Oh, sweetheart, you're so beautiful.  I'm sorry for the tears, it's just
that I didn't think to see you all dressed up like that."

"You're not angry with me, are you, Mom?"

"Oh, not at all, my sweet.  It's just a bit of a surprise, that's all - I -
guess I was expecting to be with you when you bought your first dress."

Tears came to my eyes then, and when we finally stepped back and looked at
each other, we burst into laughter:  our mascara was running again.  We
dabbed each other's eyes, then we sat down on the sofa.  I told Mom
everything that had happened, though I glossed over the real reason for
Jennifer and Pat's interest in dressing me up.  When I got to the part about
Paul and I on the porch, I hesitated for a moment, then decided that I
needed Mom's help in understanding what was going on.  I gave her all the
details.

"You shouldn't feel bad about the kisses, sweetheart.  You said you wanted
to experience how it feels to be a girl, and kisses are a natural part of a
young girl's growing up.  You were smart to stop it where you did, however.
Boys can be easy to encourage, but difficult to stop if you let them go too
far." I just nodded.  "There's one other thing, sweetie.  That skirt you're
wearing is just a little short, don't you think?"

"If you think this skirt is short you should have seen what Pat and Jennifer
were wearing, especially Jennifer.  We could see her hose tops when she sat
down."

"Well, I don't want to downgrade your friends, Dear, but they may not be the
best gauge of what's normal for a young girl your age.  You above all people
should know the effect that such a length can have on the young men."

She was right, of course, and I admitted that to her.  Just then the phone
rang, and Mom picked it up.

"Hello?  Yes, this is the Howell residence.  Who is calling please?" Here
Mom glanced at me briefly.  "Well, Paul, we usually don't allow phone calls
this late at night ...  Yes, I understand."



  PAUL! How had he got my number?  Jennifer, of course.

"Yes, that's all right.  SHE's right here." Mom looked at me with a smile as
she emphasized that word, and I blushed as she handed me the phone.  As she
did, I realized that I was going to have to use my newly-developed feminine
voice in front of my Mom.  But this was no time for backing out.

"Hello?"

"Alli, this is Paul."

"Hi, Paul." I glanced at Mom and she still had that sly smile on her face.

"I really had a nice time tonight, and I wanted to apologize for the way I
acted."

"Oh, Paul, there's no need to apologize .  .."

"Well, after we got home Pat phoned me and really laid into us for our
conduct - and she was right - I guess we all got a little too aggressive."

"That's okay, Paul ..."

"Well, I ..., we'd like to make it up to you girls.  Would you have dinner
with us Thursday night at the Elms.  Real formal and everything.  We'll wear
coats and ties and be on our best behavior.  Please say yes - the other
girls said that it would be up to you."

Well, it seemed that Pat and Jen had indeed got things going for the next
couple of days.  "Thursday night?" I looked at Mom and she nodded her
assent.  What was I getting myself into?  But how could I refuse?

"Uh, I guess that would be all right, Paul."

"GREAT! Uh, I mean, thanks so much - I promise we'll behave.  Seven O'Clock,
then?"

"Yes, seven will be fine."

"Goodnight, Alli."

"Goodnight, Paul"

When I told Mom they had asked us to the Elms she got very excited.  "We'll
shop tomorrow after I finish work and find you just the right dress to wear.
Hurry and change for bed, then come into my room - we'll do each other's
hair and talk about our plans."

Her obvious excitement was just a little too much for me.  "Mother, how can
you be so excited about your son dressing up like a girl and going on dates?
I mean, I'm not complaining, exactly, but don't you feel like this is all a
little too wierd?"

"Well, sweetheart, it was you who chose to accept the invitation, wasn't
it?"
I nodded my head.  "Of your own free will, right?" I blushed and nodded my
head again.  For some reason I was beginning to feel more than a little
ashamed of myself.

"Well then, since you've made up your mind, I see no reason to do anything
but enjoy the situation.  Ever since I began to suspect your interests I've
been thinking about what it would be like to have a daughter to go shopping
with and do these other fun things.  Now I get to find out."

I just shook my head and walked down the hall, wondering again why I was
doing all these strange things.  When I looked into my room, though, I
suddenly forgot all about being confused or ashamed.  Mom had been as good
as her word:  laid out on the bed was a complete peignoir set all in white
ruffles and lace.  There was a nightgown, panties, a full-length robe, and
slippers to match.  My heart skipped a beat as I stared at that beautiful
lingerie.  It was gorgeous, and it really was MINE! I hurried as best I
could to undress myself and put my new possessions neatly away, then
revelled in the luxury of pulling on those beautiful night things.  When I
skipped into Mom's room there was another surprise waiting for me:  she was
wearing exactly the same peignior!  As we stood together at her full-length
mirror, we really did look like Mother and Daughter.

It was my turn first, and I sat at Mom's vanity while she brushed out my
hair and curled it.  Then she sat while I did the same for her.  She helped
quite a bit with the curlers, of course, but I felt that I was getting the
hang of it by the time we finished.  All the while we talked more about what
the boys were like, what the other girls wore, and how they manipulated the
boys all evening.

"Well, you're getting quite a little insight into these relationships,
aren't you?  I hope it doesn't make you too cynical about girls from now on
- they aren't all like Jennifer, you know."

"I can tell that, Mom.  Pat seems very different, although she goes along
with Jen up to a point.  But it seems mostly the guys' fault anyway.  If
they had more interest in us as people, and not just as the next conquest,
they'd see through these little games.  We wouldn't have to manipulate them
at all, really, and we still could have a great time."

"Well, sweetheart, if you can just remember that when the shoe is back on
the other foot, this whole experience will have been worthwhile."

Her comments made sense, and I began to think of myself on my next date as a
guy.  For some reason, the thought made me vaguely uneasy:  would I remember
these things well enough to act differently?  Exactly when would I go out
again as a guy?

I lay awake for a long time that night, experiencing all the sensations of
the soft, silky clothes I was wearing, and thinking about the fun talk Mom
and I had.  Then my mind turned to my date with Paul, and what Thursday
night might bring.  When I finally fell asleep I had several dreams that I'd
rather not discuss, but I slept really well.



Wednesday:


I woke up very excited for the plans of the next day.  I showered quickly,
being careful not to get my curlers wet, then I dressed and did my makeup.
When I finally took my hair out of the curlers and brushed it out, I found
that it was easy to put it up in the French roll I had practiced on Pat the
day before.  Pat phoned right after breakfast, and the three of us went out
shopping again.  It was another grueling day of learning how to be feminine,
but I had to admit to myself that this was beginning to be a lot of fun.

They got me home just in time to meet Mom, and we began what turned out to
be a marathon shopping experience.  I quickly forgot my fatigue from the
day's activity, as I began to try on dress after party dress in practically
every store in town.  Along the way, Mom bought me some more lingerie, a
couple of skirts and blouses, and two pairs of shoes.  When we weren't
talking about clothes and shoes and makeup, Mom was critiquing my new
feminine voice and mannerisms.  We also discussed what my upcoming date with
Paul would be like, and some of the things I should and shouldn't do.  I
found out that Mom was really smart about relationships, even if it had been
a long time since she had been "out."

For my dinner dress we selected a shade of rose that Mom and the saleslady
agreed was one of my best colors.  The design of the dress was modest (for
Mom), but sophisticated enough to satisfy me.  I had the impression that I
would be competing with some eye-catching fashions on Pat and Jennifer, and
I didn't want Paul to feel like he'd gotten the wallflower among the roses.
The dress had a draped neck and bodice, rather high, and a straight skirt
with just a hint of a slit in the side.  Mom bought me a pair of matching
pumps with heels that were almost three inches high, and some clip-on
earrings and a necklace.  When she offered to buy me a set of lingerie that
also matched, I readily agreed.

That night Mom had me model my purchases, then we curled each other's hair
again.  It was exciting and, at the same time, a little amazing to me that
Mom was so ...  what?  ...  so open to the idea that her only son was now
dressing up and going out on a date with a guy.  As I thought about it, I
realized that, while I was still a little amazed at MYSELF, part of me was
very excited with what I was doing.



Thursday:


Seven PM the next evening found me just finishing my makeup when the
doorbell rang.  Mom answered the door and invited Paul into the living room
while I put on my finishing touches.  My stomach was turning flip-flops, and
I could see a very distinct flush under the foundation and blush on my
cheeks.  I couldn't even define the reason for my feelings:  my mind was a
complete blank to everything but the immediate task of finishing my beauty
preparations.  Fortunately, Mom was a good conversationalist and put Paul at
ease for those last few minutes.  Paul stood as I entered the room, and I
could see he had a corsage that fortunately, matched my dress.  Mom was
prepared, and tactfully took the flower from Paul, relieving us all from the
embarrassment and risk of having Paul try to pin it on the bodice of my
dress.  To my anguish, Mom insisted on taking several pictures of us
standing together.

We finally got out of there, and to my chagrin, I found that David and Bob
were waiting in Paul's car:  they had decided to pick me up first!  In my
sweetest voice I apologized to them as Paul opened the door for me.
Remembering my manners, I slid across the seat to unlock the door on the
driver's side.  Somehow it seemed like it would be too much of a negative
signal if I had slid back to my side, so I stayed in the middle next to
Paul.  Jen and Pat did an intentional stall, and I was faced with the
challenge of fifteen minutes of conversation with the three guys.
Fortunately, Bob and David enjoyed talking about themselves and their sports
exploits, and I think they were gratified to find a "girl" who seemed to
understand what they were talking about.  Paul didn't said very little about
himself, but from reading between the lines I could tell that the other two
had a healthy respect for his abilities too.

When the girls finally did waltz down the stairs, all of us just stared at
them for a few silent seconds.  The boys had promised to be on their best
behavior, and Pat and Jennifer had obviously decided to put them to the
test.  Where my dress was sophisticated yet modest, theirs were selected to
show it all.  Jennifer, in particular, was wearing a little yellow
halter-style shift that clung to her every ample curve.  She was obviously
wearing nothing underneath.

Aside from the stares and glares that Jen got, the night passed
uneventfully.  It was obvious, and a little funny, that the boys - even Paul
- were having a very hard time keeping their eyes away from Jen's - - -
features.  I have to admit that I was torn between watching her, and
watching the guys trying not to watch her.  They were all so distracted that
they never noticed the amused glances that Pat and I exchanged all night
long.  In my opinion, Pat in her black spaghetti-strap slip dress was at
least as attractive as Jen, and I had to stop myself several times from
looking at her in a very unladylike manner.

Somewhere during the evening I found out that Pat and Jennifer had already
agreed to another date the next night, if the boys had successfully behaved.
As they were driving us home we had to admit to them that they had been
perfect gentlemen.  Well, at least their hands had stayed in line, even if
their eyes hadn't.  We made plans for them to pick us all up at Jen's house
on Friday night, and we'd go to the amusement park in the next town.  When
Paul walked me to my front door at the end of the evening, I was pleased
that he had been more of a gentleman than the other two.  At least he had
made an effort at conversation with Pat and me during the evening, I decided
that he had lived up to his promise to behave, and deserved a little reward.
As he gave my hand a goodnight squeeze, I turned to him and raised my lips
to his.  He needed no more encouragement than that, but to my relief he only
gave me a straight kiss and didn't try to go any farther.



Friday:


Friday morning Betty had arranged to take off work and take me on our second
shopping trip.  Mom had told her about my dates, and Betty was thrilled to
be taking me out as a girl.  I was beginning to really understand what girls
got out of their shopping sprees:  I enjoyed all the attention, and I really
had fun talking over all the choices of colors and accessories, comparing
creative ideas and seeing what would work.  There was a companionship and an
equality in all this that I hadn't felt in any of my boyish activities.

Betty drove for over an hour, taking us into the city to a special shop that
she had heard about.  It was called the Spotlight, and catered mainly to the
theater industry.  Betty explained to me that if I was going on dates I
needed something more than regular falsies for my figure, and something
better than a sanitary napkin to keep my "profile" in line.  For some reason
I wasn't the least embarrassed as she describe the "helps" we would be
buying.  As we walked in the door, we were greeted by a rather effeminate
man who offered to help us find things.  Betty asked him if he sold gaffs,
and his response almost made us burst out laughing.

"Of course we have gaffs, honey, but if you girls are buying for your
boyfriends, you really should bring them into the store to get the proper
fit."

When I left the store I was the proud owner of three "caching" garments, and
a set of small fake breasts that actually glued onto my chest and felt for
all the world like they were real.  It had been embarrassing at first to
have Betty and the clerk both helping with such intimate fittings, but
somewhere during my time in the shop I just stopped worrying about it and
concentrated on learning how to position everything correctly.  With my new
"profile" I felt completely at ease trying on the shorts and top sets that
Betty bought me.

On the way home the conversation turned to my plans for the summer.  By this
time I really didn't want to complain about what Mom had made me do, but I
mentioned to Betty that the current "dress and grooming standards" had put a
definite crimp in my job search plans.

"You know, Alli, your Mom mentioned her concern to me on that very topic,
and I think I may have a solution." My ears perked up immediately.
"Business at the salon has picked up quite a bit lately, and I need extra
help.  Trouble is, I need half of two people.  The girls I interview to do
shampooing and help with the beauty work won't stoop to doing the stocking
and cleanup, but I don't have enough of either type of work to hire someone
full-time.  If you wouldn't mind doing both types of work I could offer you
pretty much a full-time job all summer long."

"Wow, that would be great!  But would your clients be uncomfortable with a
'shampoo boy' rather than a shampoo girl?"

"And who would tell them you were a boy?"

My mouth dropped open for a second.  "You mean you want me to work at your
salon all summer long as a girl?"

Betty chuckled.  "I think everyone would feel more comfortable with that
arrangement - including yourself.  Besides, you still have two weeks to wear
your hair up, don't you?
And I need someone to start right away.  I don't think you'd want to dress
as a boy around the shop with your hair done up, would you?"

"Well no, but----."

"And you certainly couldn't start as a girl, then change back to a boy after
two weeks, now could you?"

I fell silent as I realized what she was implying.  If I accepted her job
offer I would be dressing as a girl all Summer long.  Till now I hadn't
really thought about how long I was going to play this little charade.  I
guess I had expected it to somehow be over after the next two weeks of Mom's
'standards.'  If Pat's plan worked, we'd be rid of the boys by Saturday
night - and wouldn't the girls be expecting me to change back to a boy after
that?  Then I thought of my talks with Mom, my shopping trips and all the
fun I'd had in the last few days.  Clearly, Mom was perfectly happy with me
dressing up - and I had not felt this close to her in several years.
Accepting Betty's offer meant we might be able to keep that closeness all
Summer long.  Just then Betty broke into my thoughts with the deciding
argument:  "The job starts at a dollar above minimum wage, and you get to
keep all the tips you get as a shampoo girl."

A little thrill went through me as I accepted Betty's offer, and she seemed
genuinely pleased to have me as her new shampoo and stock girl.  We agreed
that I would start the next Monday.

As we drove toward home Betty told me that Jennifer had phoned her and asked
if the three of us could come in for the works on Saturday morning.
Apparently Jennifer wanted all three of us to look our best for the boys.
Betty asked me all about our plan to fool the boys, and it was evident from
her questions that she thought it was just a practical joke.  I was relieved

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