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Hi

This is only the second story I've ever written.  It's still incomplete, 
but since I'm stuck around part 14 and have been for a while now I 
thought I'd send it off and see whether people like it enough for me to 
continue.

Hope you like it

Becky

***

Chapter 3.  Saturday.  Lunch Time.


Marcia fixed us both some lunch, a light salad.  Ordinarily she would 
have offered me more, I realised as I was eating.  We began to chat about 
the dinner Marcia was planning to cook for some friends next Friday 
evening while her parents were away.  Most of the kids at school would 
have just had a big, raucous party, but Marcia had decided she wanted to 
do something elegant, so she was holding a dinner party for her three 
best girlfriends from school and they were each inviting a boy.  I had 
kind of hoped when she mentioned she was doing it that she might have 
asked me, but of course she was going to ask Mike, the captain of the 
football team who Marcia was quietly keen on.

As we talked, Marcia kept joking with me about how wonderful I looked, 
about how I looked much better than I did as a boy.  At first it was kind 
of subtle, but then it started to get under my skin.  Dammit, I was a 
boy, and I mightn't have been some muscle-clad jock like her brother but 
I wasn't a total failure at it.  Things would change in a year or two, I 
knew they would.  My hormones just hadn't got into action properly yet.

"So, come here often?", she asked jokingly.

"No, I'm the shy and retiring type", I said.

"Yeah, right", said Marcia.  "The way you look, you'd be a big hit 
anywhere".  

I wondered about that last comment.  She wasn't thinking I was going 
outside like this, was she?  That wasn't part of the deal.

"When are your parents due home?", I asked, suddenly conscious of the 
time.

"Oh, not until at least five", Marcia said.  "Unless Dad gets impulsive 
and buys something sooner".  I must have looked perturbed because she 
immediately added "but you know him, he researches everything to within 
an inch of its life"

"Well, I should get changed anyway", I said, standing up and taking our 
plates across to the dishwasher.

"Not so fast", said Marcia.  As I turned around she was holding a camera. 
 She opened the cover, aimed it at me, and squeezed the button.  The 
flash dazzled me, then dazzled me again.  As she took photo after photo I 
began striking poses.  I did a particularly vampy look by the doorway to 
the living room, then Marcia had me lie on the rug near the fireplace and 
try to look sexy.  "You do know how to look sexy, don't you?", she said, 
laughing.

I grabbed the camera from her and took a snap of her as she laughed, and 
then she grabbed it back from me and we began to wrestle to see who could 
get control of it.  We were laughing and rolling on the floor when I 
suddenly became aware that someone had just walked through the room.  
Marcia sensed it, too, because she stopped attacking me and called out 
"Hello?".

Rob stuck his head back around through the door he'd just left through.  
"Hey Sis, you looked like you were busy so I didn't interrupt"  He was 
being sarcastic.  I always thought Rob acted like a jerk toward Marcia, 
but I guess she gave as good as she got.  

"I thought you were out with Tania"

"She had a headache.  Can you believe it?", said Rob.  Marcia exchanged 
glances with me, like "of course she had a headache, wouldn't you?".  I 
didn't respond, I was rigid with fear as I realised that Rob was going to 
have this little adventure of Marcia's and mine all over school by 
lunchtime Monday.  Actually, make that tomorrow, he'd make a point of 
ringing everyone he knew just to tell them.

But Rob was still hanging in the doorway, looking at the two of us.  
Finally he said to Marcia "Well?"

"Well what", she said.

"Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend?"

"I thought you were too busy to stop and say hi", Marcia shot back 
quickly.  "But you're right.  This is Jenny.  Jenny, my adorable brother 
Rob."

I couldn't believe it.  He didn't recognise me?  This was too much.  
Sure, we didn't see a lot of one another, but I lived next door!  I 
looked different, but how different?

"Nice to meet you, Jenny" said Rob.  All of a sudden I became aware of 
the way he was looking at me.  I'd never been looked at that way before, 
and I wasn't sure I liked it.

"Uh, yeah.  Hi" I said, in what must have sounded a very flat voice.  Rob 
looked momentarily disappointed, and then disappeared from the doorway 
again.  Marcia and I heard him going up the stairs, and then finally 
could hold it no longer and burst out laughing.  If he heard us he must 
have assumed we were laughing at something to do with him, because he 
didn't come back.

"That was great!' said Marcia

"That was weird!"  I said.  "Really.  How dumb is your brother?"

Marcia kept laughing.  "Chris, this has made my year."

"Speaking of which", I said, "What's with this name 'Jenny"?"

"It was just the first name that popped into my head.  I don't know.  I 
suppose it was a better choice than your real name".

We both laughed again.  "He has to figure it out", I said.  Nobody can be 
that stupid".

"No, it makes sense", said Marcia.  "His brain wasn't working.  His first 
response when he saw you properly was to think sex".  I swallowed, not 
wanting to think about that.  "So he didn't figure that he knew you, he 
invented a whole new space for you in his head".  She paused, then 
laughed again and added "The one marked 'babes'".

"I'm thinking this is getting a bit too strange", I said, suddenly 
anxious again.  "I need to get changed, Marcia.  Now".

"Well, I don't think you can do it here, with Rob in the house" said 
Marcia.  She had a point.  But I didn't want to hang around and give Rob 
a choice to see more of me.  I said so to Marcia, and she agreed that 
he'd probably figure it out eventually if he had a chance to talk to me.

"We could go out", said Marcia.

"No way", I retorted.  "Besides, he'll still be here when we come back".

"Well, if we stay here he's going to figure it out for sure, eventually.  
I mean, you look really different, but you still talk like Chris, and you 
move like a boy"

"So what do we do?"

"I think we should call Becky and see if you can change at her place".

I wasn't sure about that.  Becky was a friend of Marcia's from school.  
She always seemed nice the few times I'd met her, but I really didn't 
know her too well and wasn't sure this was a way I wanted to present 
myself to her.  But Marcia was up and at the phone.  "It's busy", she 
said.  "Well, at least that means she's home.  Come on, let's get out of 
here"

Marcia went upstairs and returned with my clothes stuffed into a shopping 
bag, then ushered me out the door.  "I told Rob we were headed to 
Becky's".

"So how are we getting there?"

"It's not so far, I figured we could walk.  That's how I usually get 
there."

Walking.  I started to feel strange the minute we stepped out the door.  
Rob might be dumb, but I was sure everyone else was going to see straight 
through me and see a guy in a skirt.  What if a cop car cruised past as 
we were walking?  I didn't want to spend a night in jail.  

As we walked down the path to the street I was feeling like I was going 
to throw up, I was so nervous.  Fortunately we turned left to go to 
Becky's so we didn't have to walk past the front of my house - I don't 
think I could have done that under any circumstances.

I was starting to get kind of mad with Marcia.  Whenever I let her talk 
me into a bit of "fun" things always went slightly wrong.  This was just 
one more example, I guess.  Here I was, in broad daylight, wearing a 
skirt down the street I lived in.

After about ten minutes of walking we turned into the main street.  Santa 
Rosita is mostly an old town, and there's been a community effort to 
maintain the old buildings.  So although there's a mall on the outskirts 
of town there's still a lot of stores and traffic in the centre of town 
too.  Cars were cruising past us slowly as we walked, but the occasional 
shopper paid us no attention as we passed.  Still, after a few moments 
Marcia looked across at me and made me stop walking.  "You've got to 
learn to walk differently", she said.  She explained that I was still 
moving like a guy, that women moved differently.  I more or less knew 
what she was saying, I just hadn't thought about it.  I was gonna argue 
with her that I was only gonna be dressed as a girl for a few more 
minutes, but I felt very self-conscious of myself out there on the 
street, so I did what she told me and we walked on, me swinging my arms a 
little more and standing a bit straighter.  "That's much better", she 
said.  It did feel better, actually. 

Then Marcia stopped at the door to a little antique store.  "What's up?", 
I said.  "Let's go".  But Marcia was looking at an old pair of earrings 
in a cabinet just inside the store.

"Quiet" she said, "or people will notice".  I was agitated, but I did as 
she asked.  As we walked on, she said "Chris, if you're gonna talk you 
have to make your voice a little musical, like girls do."  

"Musical?"

"Yeah, less of a monotone".  She demonstrated a sentence the way she 
would say it, then tried to imitate me, which cracked me up.  "That's 
better, you're smiling again", Marcia said.  "You haven't done that since 
we left the house".  She made me try saying some things more 'musically' 
as we walked, corrected me when I got too sing-song, and eventually 
pronounced "that's better - still not exactly right, but much better".

I started to feel a little more confident.  We'd walked past lots of 
Saturday afternoon shoppers, and none of them had stared at us.  I'd had 
a couple of glances from a few guys, like the kind that Rob had given me, 
but it seemed they actually thought I was a girl.  So I stopped panicking 
about everything, and as Marcia and I walked on and we began talking 
about the new Aaron Spelling show that had started the week before I 
began to forget that what I was doing was kind of freaky.

"I think you've got the voice thing down,"  Marcia said.  That's when the 
car stopped next to us.  Driving it was Mike, the guy Marcia was keen on. 
 There was another guy in the passenger seat. I thought I'd seen him at 
school, but I wasn't sure.  

"Hey, Marcia", Mike called.

We stopped walking.  Marcia went over to the car, and I followed a few 
steps behind.  

"What's happening?"  Mike asked.

Marcia explained that we were just on our way over to Becky's place, and 
Mike suggested that they could drive us.  I was trying to smile and shake 
my head 'no' at the same time, but Marcia wasn't paying too much 
attention to me anyway.  She agreed, and opened the back door to the car. 
 I hesitated before getting in - I didn't know these guys, but I guess 
Marcia knew Mike well enough.  I got in, trying to smooth my skirt under 
me as I sat down, to see Mike twisting around in the driver's seat to say 
hello.  I could see him sizing me up in that same way I'd already 
experienced with the other men who'd looked at me.

"Uh, Mike, Paul, this is Jenny", said Marcia.  She was still going along 
with it.  That made sense, I guess.  I knew she trusted Mike, but who 
knows how this Paul would have reacted to finding a boy in a skirt in the 
back of the car.  I couldn't really see him properly, just the back of 
his head.  He half twisted around and he and Mike said "Hi Jenny" almost 
in unison.  

"Nice to meet you", I said, trying to keep my voice "musical" as Marcia 
had suggested.  I had to admit it sounded better than the time I spoke to 
Rob.  Marcia gave me a smile and a little nod of approval.  We drove off, 
and Mike and Marcia did all the talking, about the two parties that were 
on tonight and which one was the better to go to.  Very soon we were at 
Becky's, and as we thanked the boys and were climbing out of the car Mike 
said to Marcia, "so, tonight at 7.30?".  Then Paul turned to me and said 
"How about you, Jenny?  There's a few of us going to this party.  Want to 
come along?"

I was about to say no when Marcia said "Cool.  Why don't you pick us both 
up from my place?"

I was stunned.  The boys pulled out of the drive and roared away as 
Marcia and I walked to the front door.

"What was that about?", I demanded.

"It was easier than making excuses.  You don't have to come, I can say 
you had a headache or something.  Anyway, it's not like it's a date or 
anything, it's just a bunch of us going to a party".

Marcia rang the doorbell.  "Hey, do me a favor and wing it with Becky, 
okay?  Then you can get changed".

I was still trying to work out why Marcia had included me in the 
evening's plans.  There was no way that I'd be invited, or welcome, as 
Chris.  Everyone at the party would be older than me, and they'd be part 
of the inner circle that surrounded the football team and the girls that 
dated them.  Anyone who was geeky, like me, would definitely not be 
invited.  I'd never been to one of those kind of parties.  Still, there 
was no way I was going to go as Jenny.  That would be just way too 
strange.

Becky opened the door, and Marcia introduced me and said we were passing 
and thought we'd see how she was doing, but we couldn't get her on the 
'phone.  Becky invited us in, apologising 'cause she'd been on the 'phone 
to another friend.  And she just hated call waiting, she thought it was 
so rude to interrupt someone just because there was another call.  

I was amazed once again.  Clearly she didn't get it, either.  She 
chattered on to Marcia for a minute, then turned to me and said "I 
haven't seen you around town before, Jenny.  What brings you to Santa 
Rosita?"

Marcia, always quicker than me, jumped in.  "She's just visiting.  Her 
family's thinking of moving here, and they came to check the place out".  
Where did she get this stuff from?

"Well, hope you like it," Becky smiled.  "We think it's a bit of a 
snooze, but mostly it's okay".  

I looked across at Marcia.  We had come here for a purpose, and she'd had 
her fun with Becky, now was the time to put an end to this.  I tried to 
catch her eye, but she and Becky were babbling on about someone I didn't 
catch, so I sat back and waited for Marcia to get the hint.  In a few 
minutes I was drawn into the conversation, too.  They were, of course, 
talking about boys, and Becky asked me what I thought of Paul, the guy 
who'd been in the car with Mike.  I replied that I didn't really know him 
yet, and Becky looked at me kind of strangely and said, "No, I meant the 
way he looks"

"Oh", I said, trying to recover.  I hadn't given that any thought at all. 
 Good, I supposed, if you liked a lot of muscle.  "Great.  Maybe a little 
on the heavy side."

"Jenny likes the scrawny ones", said Marcia, laughing.  I scowled.  We 
talked on.  Apparently Marcia now had no intention of telling Becky.  I 
tried to give her a few signals, but mostly I just enjoyed sitting and 
talking.  I liked Becky, she was funny, kind of in a sarcastic way which 
made me think of how she could cut someone down with a few words if she 
wanted to, but I could sense she was a good person inside, she liked to 
laugh at so many things.  She wasn't exactly pretty, at least not in a 
conventional sense, because she affected something of a Goth look, kind 
of 'Goth-lite' as Marcia called it.  But she sure was striking with her 
dark hair and pale skin and full red lips.  And she had a great figure.

Finally I could sense that Marcia was going to tell Becky, and all this 
would be over.  It was pretty late now, after 5.30, and I had had enough. 
 Well, actually I really enjoyed the conversation, and the chance to hang 
out with Becky, and apart from the sheer terror of being out in public 
I'd had more fun with Marcia than I'd had in ages.  I wasn't really 
having to think about the way I talked and walked and moved and stuff, 
but a little part of me was exhausted from all the tension and I needed 
to stop.  Eventually Marcia said to Becky  "So, have you noticed anything 
weird today"

"Apart from Denise Convey inviting me to her party tonight, you mean?  
No."

Marcia was just beginning to speak when we heard the front door open, and 
Becky's parents entered.  Great.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry 
as I was introduced to both of them.  Becky then said "wow, look at the 
time".  It was almost 6.00

Marcia stood up. "Time for us to move ourselves on, Jenny.  Mind if I use 
the bathroom, Becky?"

 "Knock yourself out, but hurry.  I gotta get ready, Brad's taking me for 
a bite to eat before the party",  Becky said, as Marcia went off to the 
bathroom.

"Do you girls need a lift home?", Becky's Dad asked me.

"Oh, don't worry Mr Connor", I started to say, but he maintained it was 
no trouble and in a few minutes Marcia and I were in his Lexus and headed 
down Main Street back the way we'd come earlier in the day.  When we 
pulled up outside Marcia's place we thanked him and began to walk up the 
drive toward her house as he pulled away.

"Geez, well that was a really productive trip to Becky's", I said 
sarcastically.

Marcia looked slightly wounded.  "Well, after we got there and got to 
talking, I don't know, I just seemed to forget about it for a while.  You 
make a terrific girl, you know that?  I had a great time, and so did 
Becky.  I almost wish you were always a girl, it's fun".

I honestly didn't know what to say to that.  Did she mean she didn't like 
me as a guy?  She must have noticed my expression, because she continued 
"not that I don't have a great time with you as Chris.  But today's been 
fun, hasn't it?  And you are very good at being a girl, you have to admit 
that".

I sighed.  I had enjoyed it.  But now I was still trapped.  "Maybe I can 
jump the fence and climb through a window", I said, looking across at my 
house, but I knew there was little chance of that.  Mom had gone through 
a security phase after dad left and installed extra locks on the windows. 
 

"Let's just tough it out", I finally said to Marcia.  "I know Rob is 
gonna spread it right through the school when he finds out, but I don't 
see what else we can do.  I mean, I can't just go home like this, my 
mother would freak completely."

We walked in to Marcia's house through the kitchen door.  Her father was 
getting ice from the refrigerator for some drinks.  "Hi Dad", said 
Marcia.  

"Hi Hon", her father said.  "How was your day.  This must be Jenny"

Both of us looked at him blankly.  "Rob mentioned you were together," he 
said.  "It is Jenny, isn't it?"

"Um, yes", I squeaked.

"We have to get ready for the party tonight", said Marcia, leading me by 
the hand through the kitchen.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Wilson", I said in what I hoped sounded like a 
sweet voice as Jenny pulled me into the living room.  Mrs Wilson was 
sitting with her back to us, reading a magazine.

"Hi Mom", Marcia said as she half-dragged me through the room.  "we're 
just going upstairs to change for the party".

Marcia's Mom twisted in the chair to look at us, but only caught a 
glimpse as we left through the door to the hallway and the stairs.  
"That's nice", she called vaguely.

We got to the top of the stairs, to see Rob coming out of the bathroom 
wrapped in a towel.  I had to admit I was impressed by his body, he 
obviously worked out a lot to keep it in that shape.  He looked me up and 
down again and said "Hi Sis, hi Jenny.  How you doin'."

"Fine," said Marcia, trying to lead me past him on the landing.

"You going to the Convey party tonight", he asked Marcia.

"Yes.  Mike's taking me."  Marcia said.  "You're not, are you?"

"Well, I haven't got an invite, but since Tania's sick tonight I thought 
maybe me and the boys might head up there later on"

Yeah, I'm sure all the seniors are just gonna love that", said Marcia 
sarcastically as we reached her room and went inside.   Once again we 
collapsed with laughter.  

"This is great", said Marcia.  "Jenny, I can't believe how wild this is".

She'd called me Jenny when we were alone.  I let it pass.  I was 
laughing, too.  I couldn't figure it out.  Were these people really 
stupid, or what?  But then I saw myself in Marcia's mirror again I 
stopped laughing.  It was true.  I did look like someone different.  I 
wasn't sure how I'd ever get to look like the old me.  Was I going to 
have to shave my head, or what?

We sat on Marcia's bed, trying to work out what I was going to do that 
night.  Clearly I couldn't change and leave as Chris, because the 
Wilson's were expecting to see Jenny leave.  Then I realised.  The 
clothes!  "Where are the clothes?".  

"What clothes?"

"My clothes"  We'd had them in a shopping bag when we left Marcia's 
house.  

"Uh, did you take them out of the car when we got to Becky's?"

They were still in Mike's car.  God only knew what he'd think when he 
found them there.  I lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, 
trying to work out how this had gone so totally out of control.  I 
couldn't change back if I wanted to.  Now I had to go home like this.  
For a few minutes neither of us spoke.  Then Marcia lay back on the bed 
beside me, and began stroking my arm.  "I'm sorry", she said.  "I kind of 
got you into this".

"There's not too much 'kind of' about it" I said, and then regretted it.  
It wasn't really Marcia's fault.  I'd gone along with everything.  I'd 
even had fun.  "I guess if I stay out late I can go home when Mom's 
already asleep and she won't notice".

"So, what are you going to do until then?"

"I could stay here".

"No, my parents would think that was strange.  I think you better come to 
the party with me".

"Unh unh.  No way.  I'm not cut out for going to those kind of parties as 
a guy, I definitely couldn't handle it as a girl "

"Actually, I think you could handle it much better".  Marcia's voice had 
gotten low, and she moved from stroking my arm to touching my neck.  It 
felt very soothing as I lay there.  She raised herself on the bed a 
little and leant over me.  "Jenny, don't take this the wrong way, but I 
think this was really good, what we did today.  Don't you?"

"I enjoyed it", I admitted without thinking.  Oh God!  What was I saying! 
I tried to roll over away from her, but her hand on my shoulder stopped 
me. She kissed me lightly on the forehead and laid me back down.

"It's okay,  I knew you would", Marcia said.  

She was right.  She'd known this would feel good for me.  Had she planned 
it?  No, that wasn't so important.  The bigger question was, why did it 
feel right?  "Oh, God.  Marcia, am I weird?"

"No hon, I think everybody needs to do some exploring some time." She was 
back to stroking my throat.  "Think of it that way, it's just a bit of 
exploring."  And then she kissed me on the lips.

I'd never been kissed on the lips before.  Ever.  I mean, I've never been 
able to attract girls, so there's never been any opportunity.  Marcia's 
kiss was gentle and sweet, not too long but warm and soft, and it kind of 
did something to me.  I just lay there and let her do it.  She lifted her 
head a little and smiled at me.  "I've never kissed a girl before", she 
said.

"Neither have I", I said without thinking.  I was going to have to watch 
what I said more.  "I mean, I'm not a girl"

"You look like one", Marcia said.  "But maybe that's why I did it, 'cause 
you look like one but you're not".

I reached up to her, but she pulled her head back further.  She continued 
stroking my neck.  "You're a good friend", she said softly.  "Maybe my 
best friend.  Let's not complicate this too much".

I was disappointed.  She had started this.  But she was right.  I didn't 
want to complicate things with Marcia, of all people.  She wasn't just my 
best friend, she was one of my only friends.

"Okay"  I said.  Then I got up off the bed.  "May as well make the best 
of the rest of the evening".

"Say what?"

"Well, if I'm stuck in these clothes, and can't go home 'til late, let's 
do something.  I can't very well walk the streets waiting until my Mom 
goes to sleep, can I?  I'll have to stay with you."

"So you'll come to the party?", Marcia said, getting up from the bed and 
holding my hands.

"I guess so.  Nobody will know me there anyway.  I may as well take this 
as far as it can go", I said.  A little voice inside me told me I was 
making an enormous mistake.

Marcia hugged me tight, and tried to jump us both up and down.  "Yippee", 
she squealed.  "This is gonna be lots of fun.  You won't regret it."  She 
went over to her wardrobe and began to sort through her clothes, looking 
for something.  "I'm gonna make you look great", she said.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?", I asked.  "it seems to have worked 
pretty well so far".  

"No, this is a party.  You want something ... exciting", said Marcia.

***

Continued in Chapter Four.

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