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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 4.  Saturday Evening.


I got undressed and wore the fluffy robe to the bathroom.  Rob saw me 
again as I was going in, and I could feel his eyes on me as I entered.  
Inside, I did as Marcia had instructed.  I tied my hair up so as not to 
get it wet again, then ran the shower.  In the shower I did as Marcia had 
instructed and shaved my legs for the first time.  I really didn't need 
to, because the hairs I had were blonde, but than again no-one would 
notice when I went back to guy mode anyway.  I also shaved the little bit 
of fuzz under my arms.  As I got out of the shower I studied my 
reflection in the mirror.  I certainly didn't need to shave my face.  
There wasn't even any fuzz there.  

Looking at my reflection, I wondered what was wrong with me.  Here I was, 
fifteen, and it was like puberty was only a distant dream of the future 
for me.  My voice hadn't broken yet, I had no adam's apple, I was still 
mostly hairless, and Marcia was taller than I was - I even had slightly 
smaller feet!  When my mom took me to the doctor six months ago he'd said 
there was nothing to worry about, that it would all happen in time, but 
the question was, how much time?

I used some of the powder Marcia had suggested, then wrapped myself in 
the robe again and headed back to Marcia's bedroom.

"Okay", she said when she saw me.  "Say, you look cute with your hair in 
a ponytail like that.  That gives me an idea.  But first, come sit over 
here."  I did, and she gave me some moisturiser to apply to my arms and 
legs.  Then she began filing my nails, which were not especially long but 
were kind of untidy.  

Then she bent down and did my feet.  "Kneel, slave", I joked, and she 
made a face.  She reached up to the dresser, and retrieved a small bottle 
of a silvery nail polish, which she began to apply to my toes.  "Don't 
you think that color's a bit over the top?" I asked, but she laughed and 
told me it was easily the coolest color around at the moment.  So much 
for my powers of observation.

As the polish was drying Marcia went and had a shower herself, giving me 
strict instructions not to move.  She laid out a magazine on the dressing 
table in front of me, it was a pretty crappy read but I learned a bit 
about applying makeup from it.  When she came back into the room, wrapped 
only in a towel, I stopped reading.  I was pretending not to look at her 
body.  Of course I was pretty terrible at pretending, and as she applied 
some moisturiser to her own legs she looked up at me and smiled.

"Um", I said, "do you want me to leave the room?"

"I think my family would think that was kind of strange, don't you?"  
Marcia grinned.  "You're just going to have to get used to being one of 
the girls.  Okay?  Think of it as training."  And with that, she dropped 
the towel entirely and went over to the bed, where she'd laid out some 
clothes and lingerie for both of us.  

I really couldn't do anything except stare.  Marcia had a fantastic body. 
 And I had never seen a real live naked woman before.  Perhaps she was 
aware of how difficult it was for me to pretend not to be looking, 
because she faced away from me as she put on her bra and panties, but not 
before I'd had a good look at her wonderful breasts and the downy hair 
between her legs.

"Uh, Marcia, you probably know this, but you're really very beautiful".

She walked over toward me and smiled.  "That's very sweet of you, but 
most girls my age look like this.  Becky looks a lot better, you should 
see her.  But enough of me, more of you.  Drop the robe, and give me a 
look."

I was embarrassed, but I did as she asked.  I thought I looked very 
strange, with my fingers and toes adorned in silver and my hair up and my 
scrawny little body.  My penis stood to attention, and I blushed.  I knew 
it wasn't very big, and I knew she knew that, too, but was too nice to 
say anything.

"You look sweet", said Marcia, and kissed me on the forehead again.  "But 
we better hurry".  She led me to the bed, and pointed to the lingerie 
she'd laid out for me.  "Try that on."  she said.  I pulled on the 
panties.  They looked very strange with my penis trying to make a tent 
out of them at the front.  Marcia looked puzzled for a moment, then 
disappeared for a moment and came back from the bathroom with a very cold 
damp washcloth, which she had me hold against my penis until it subsided.

"How'd you know how to do that?" I asked, but she waved me on to the task 
at hand.  I tucked myself back in my panties so that there was no bulge 
at the front, then tried on the bra.  This one was flimsier than the one 
I'd worn earlier in the day.  

Then  Marcia handed me two very strange objects, little flesh-coloured 
pieces of quivering jelly.  "Put these inside the cups".  I looked at her 
quizzically as I did so, and as she adjusted them in the cups of the bra 
she said "I borrowed these from Becky this afternoon, though she doesn't 
know it yet - I snuck into her room when I went to the bathroom.  She 
used to wear these a few years ago, before she blossomed out like she 
has.  Not that she ever admitted it to anyone, but you can tell when you 
see a lot of someone.  They're only meant to enhance breasts, not 
substitute for them, but you're skinny enough to look good with small 
breasts, and they'll feel real if anyone gets gross enough to try feeling 
you up.  This old bra is a cup size too small for me, but it's pretty and 
it'll hold them properly."

Whoaa.  There was too much in those last few sentences of hers for me to 
absorb.  She'd planned that I would go out with her tonight all along, or 
else she wouldn't have thought to 'borrow' those things from Becky.  She 
stole something from her friend.  And she was talking about me getting 
felt up.  As if.  

"Time to reverse this 'slave' thing you were so into.  Sit", Marcia 
commanded.  She was going to start in on my makeup. but I stopped her and 
started applying it myself.  She watched me bemusedly.  

"I read that article,"  I said, pointing to the magazine, "and I saw what 
you did today".

"Okay, whatever", she said.  "Just remember, less is more, especially 
with skin like yours.  You want to accent your eyes more than your lips, 
I think.  Your lips are pretty full.  So it's paler lipstick for you".  
She watched me doing the makeup, correcting me a couple of times, then 
quickly did her own before turning to work on my hair.  Using a curling 
iron again and a lot of spray, she put my hair up at the crown, then 
pulled a few curly tendrils down to soften the look.  I was amazed at the 
effect, I thought it was just my long hair making me look like a girl 
before, but I guess it was the makeup, too, even though I didn't look 
like I was wearing much.  Marcia brushed her own hair out, and let it run 
loose across her back.  Leading me across to the bed, she held out a pair 
of pantyhose and a bit of black material I could only assume was a dress, 
then began to pull on a pair of pantyhose herself.  I tried to watch what 
she was doing, and succeeded in getting them on even if they felt a bit 
twisted.  Marcia bent down and straightened them a little for me, then 
held the dress over my head.  It was a light jersey, which clung to me as 
she lowered it over my newfound curves and flared over my hips.  Then she 
pulled a red dress over her own shoulders, and I helped her do the 
buttons up at the back. Finally she passed me a pair of black shoes, kind 
of mary jane style but with an open back and a 2" heel.  I put them on, 
and took a couple of steps.  They felt like a pretty good fit.

I looked at us both in the mirror.  Once again, it didn't look like me.  
Maybe I'd been in my 'Cousin It' phase far too long.  I looked ... well 
.. amazing.  I looked really pretty.  The dress hugged me without being 
too revealing, though it was very short.  I looked across at Marcia and 
smiled, then blushed.

"Yeah, I know, it's disgusting that a boy can look so much better than a 
girl, isn't it?", Marcia said, smiling back.

"You don't think it's a bit much for a party like this?"  I asked a 
little timidly.

 "Okay, you get the denim", she passed me a cropped and faded denim 
jacket.  "That'll dress it down just a little.  I'll take Mike's 
jacket.", she said as she picked up a leather jacket that was way too big 
for her. "we probably won't need them, anyway, it's pretty mild".

When did she get that, I wondered.  Obviously Marcia and Mike were more 
serious about one another than I'd known if he was doing things like 
giving her his jacket to wear.

"They'll be here in a few minutes, we better hurry", Marcia said, handing 
me a pair of earrings.

"Uh, I ..." I stopped, holding the earrings.  Marcia looked at me and 
realised.  

"Oh, right, they're not pierced.  Um, I don't have any clip-ons, I've had 
my ears pierced since I was eleven.  Uh, wait here."

She left the room, and I could hear her running down the stairs.  I took 
the time to take stock of my appearance again.  I really hoped this was 
going to be as convincing as the way I looked earlier in the day, or I 
was going to have a lot of trouble with the jocks at the party.  I 
thought I looked great.  Really.  But then I had the feeling my judgement 
was very faulty today.  Still, I had fooled everyone earlier in the day.  
I lifted my hands to my breasts, and squeezed.  Marcia was right, they 
felt very real.  And although they looked small, it kind of fitted in 
with the rest of my skinny body and the clothes she had dressed me in. 

Marcia came bounding back into the room with a needle and a potato, and 
said "this is gonna hurt a bit."

"You're gonna pierce my ears?"  

"If you take the earrings out tonight and disinfect the earlobes they'll 
heal right over.  No-one will notice."

She was right, it hurt a lot.  I felt like my ears were on fire as she 
attached some small silver hoops to them.    Then she gave me a couple of 
silver bracelets, a chain for my neck and a thin watch with a tiny black 
band.  

Finally, we were ready.  Marcia led me downstairs to wait for the guys.  
As we came into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks.  My mom was 
sitting talking to the Wilsons.  Marcia stopped, too, clearly at a loss 
for what to do.

Mr Wilson stood up.  "Uh, Kath, this is Jenny, a friend of Marcia's.  
Jenny, this is Katherine Miller, our neighbour.  Wow, you both look 
terrific.  You girls want a seat while you're waiting?"

I wanted to die.  I wanted the floor to eat me,  I couldn't move, I 
couldn't speak, I'm sure I looked really strange.

I could see from the expression on my mother's face that she knew 
instantly who I was, and so could Marcia.

"Nice to meet you ...  Jenny", said my Mom kind of stiffly.

There was a kind of embarrassed silence.  Finally Marcia came to the 
rescue again.  Sort of.  "Mom, Dad, I hate to drag you away, but could I 
talk to you in the kitchen for a moment?  It's important".

"Okay honey", said Mrs Wilson, a little puzzled, and they all moved into 
the kitchen.  "We'll be right back," she said to my Mom and I as they 
left.

There was a very strained silence.  "Jenny?"  my mother said.

"That was Marcia", I said.

"And everything else?"  She indicated all that I was wearing.  "And what 
happened to your hair?"

"Um, we sort of bleached it"

My mom looked shocked.  She slumped in her seat.

"Uh, I'm sorry, mom", I said.

She looked up at me, as though seeing me for the first time.  "Are you 
enjoying this?  How long have you two been doing this?  How come the 
Wilson's don't know?  How..."

Her voice trailed off.

"It's only been today, Mom, honest, it's just a bit of fun and it's kind 
of gotten a bit out of control.  It was easier to let it go with the 
Wilsons than explain, really".

"Is this a sex thing?", she asked me.

"Mom, it's not anything, it's just fun, okay".  Outside I could hear a 
car coming up the drive.  

"You're not doing drugs are you?"

"Mom!  Gimme a break!"

She sighed.

"Well, I must say, for whatever it's worth, you do it well.  I almost 
didn't recognise you"

"Can you just go along with it for a little while?  It'll all be over 
soon".

"I know you haven't been happy, but I didn't know it had come to this.'  
She shook her head.  

There was an awkward silence as she looked me over more carefully.

"I think I need some time to think about this", Mom said.

"Well, I have to go out" I said.  "Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow"

"Out," Mom repeated, as though in a trance.  She put her head back in her 
hands.  I sat down.  Then the Wilsons re-entered the room with Marcia.  
Mrs. Wilson looked at my mother and said "What's wrong, Kath"

Mom straightened up.  "Oh, it's nothing, I was just explaining to ... uh, 
Jenny ... that I've got a terrible headache all of a sudden"

"You do look a little pale", said Mrs Wilson.

There was a knock at the door.  Marcia ran to answer it.  Then she came 
back into the room.  "Jen?  Our ride is here".

Mike came into the room behind her, followed by Paul.  I could see both 
of them pause a moment when they saw me, but they were both trying to 
impress Mr and Mrs Wilson.

"Mom, Dad, you know Mike, this is Paul, and this is our neighbour, Mrs 
Miller", said Marcia.  I could see my Mom's radar had gone up as soon as 
the boys had entered the room.  Now she was clearly gonna blow a gasket.  
After everything else, Marcia and I were gonna get into a car with a 
couple of boys.  With me dressed like this.  She looked across at me, and 
I could see something in her eyes I'd never noticed before, a kind of 
fear.  But she didn't say anything, and after Mr Wilson and Mike had 
exchanged a few pleasantries we left the house.  As we were leaving I 
could hear my mother saying that she thought she'd go home and lie down.

***

Continued in Chapter 5.

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