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Fresh Out of Tuck
Copyright 1997 by Ellen Hayes.
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Fresh Out of Tuck
*** 12:21 24 Nov
"Hello?"
"Hey, Debbie, you busy?"
"Well, yeah, actually. I got four more consults this afternoon, and then I have to write a paper." Damn. "So how did yesterday go?"
"Real, ah, interesting."
"Damn. I really got to get going. Tell me about it at lunch tomorrow?"
"Um, okay...."
Pause.
"I really enjoyed Friday night," she said softly.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "I was beginning to wonder," I admitted.
"Don't worry. I'm still smiling about it."
"Me too!" Now that I knew Debbie was smiling, I could be happier too.
"Anyway, I really gotta run, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Otay, bye."
She mumbled something into the phone right before she hung up. Could it have been "I love you"?
*** 13:38 24 Nov
No. No way.
*** 16:12 24 Nov
Could have been. Maybe.
*** 21:49 24 Nov
I sure hoped so, but I couldn't count on it.
*** 07:04 25 Nov
No way.
*** 07:56 25 Nov
"So tell me at lunch, okay? I forgot some math homework, so I gotta go find a desk."
I was too scared to ask. I just gave her a big, long hug, and a kiss instead.
She kissed me back, at least. So there was something there.
*** 11:34 25 Nov
"So do tell," begged Debbie.
"Yeah, please!" said Jill excitedly.
I groaned and tried to just up and die.
Debbie pleaded, "Oh, come on, Tuck, they'd worm the story out of me eventually anyway-"
"We're good at that," interrupted Sabrina.
"So," Debbie continued, "you might as well make sure the right story gets out the first time."
"Pleeeezzzzzz," they all begged in chorus.
I thought running into Julia and her boyfriend was bad.
*** 12:03 25 Nov
"Hey, what's-" Mike started to say as he walked up. He was drowned out, and stunned, when the entire Pack pointed at him and started to laugh. He stood around, trying to figure out what was going on, then glared at me. I shrugged at him, like what could I do?
Debbie gave me a casual hug, and smiled at me as she left her arm around my shoulder. I could live with this, I decided.
*** 12:17 25 Nov
"She gave you her phone number?" Debbie asked again. I began to get the idea that this was maybe one detail I should have left out.
Jill muttered, "Uh oh."
"Well, uh, she said, um, in case I got into trouble or something ever again, that, uh..."
Debbie grabbed my shirt front and pulled me up and close. "If I find out," she said quietly, "that you're cheating on me, you die. Got it?"
"Got it!" I confirmed as loudly as I could with the collar twisted around my neck. I'd be lucky if I got off with just death, actually.
"Besides," I said when I got my breath back, "she wants to meet you again too."
Debbie blinked a few times. "She does?"
"Would I lie?"
*** 13:23 28 Nov
Beep.
"Hi Debbie, this is Tuck, I'm just calling to wish you a happy Thanksgiving, and to say I was thinking of you." I hung up, and wandered back downstairs to see if the food was ready yet.
At least I could skip the football. Besides, my cousin from New York, Amy, had gotten a lot cuter since I last saw her. Worth resting your eyes on, you might say.
Better than anything around the television, that's for certain.
*** 17:36 28 Nov
I beckoned Amy up the stairs, and she followed me.
"What's up?" she asked when we got away from the stairwell.
"Thought you might like to get away from the housework for a while." We'd done our share, in my opinion, having loaded the dishwasher twice. And unloaded and dried and put away. And washed the stuff that couldn't go through the dishwasher, and dried and put that stuff away.
Amy replied, "Oh, yeah, thanks." I opened the door to my room, which had become much cleaner since I started dating Debbie. "So what's been up with you lately?" she asked.
"Oh, you know, things. I got a girlfriend..."
*** 12:32 30 Nov
"You'd better not be dorking me around, Tucker," Debbie warned as we went inside. The snow was nice, but a little cold for me.
"I'm not!" I swore earnestly. "She said twel-"
"Hi!" called a voice from across the lobby. We both looked up, and it was Rachel. I breathed a sigh of relief.
*** 12:44 30 Nov
"So, Debbie, right?" Debbie nodded. "Whatever gave you the idea to, uh, try that with Va-, um, Tuck?"
The corner of Debbie's mouth quirked up. "A friend of mine gave me the idea."
"Lisa, right?" I interjected.
They both looked at me, puzzled.
"Lisa's about as evil-minded as Debbie, here." Debbie opened her mouth to protest, and I hastily explained, "Um, they both get seriously into pranks, mind-fucks, pardon my French, reality bending, that sort of thing." Rachel looked at Debbie, who shrugged. "That's what I meant."
"It's just, I mean, I never thought of anything like that when I was in high school," said Rachel, with a sort of admiring tone in her voice.
"It takes a very, um. Well, Tuck just has the face for it, you know?" explained Debbie, suddenly at sort of a loss.
"So you never did this to any of your previous boyfriends?" I asked. I'd wondered, but I was afraid to find out.
"Hell no!" she exclaimed, as if it should have been obvious.
"So where did you learn all those tricks?" I pressed.
"Tricks?" asked Rachel.
"She did something with duct tape on Halloween, you wouldn't have believed, I mean, cleavage." I tried to demonstrate with my hands. "It was scary."
Debbie shrugged again. "Same place I learned about makeup. A friend of an ex-boyfriend of mine."
"Ex-friend or ex-boy?" asked Rachel, and giggled. I was about to ask the same question.
*** 13:41 30 Nov
Debbie checked her watch. "Shit! I gotta run to do some consults."
"If it'd be okay with you," Rachel asked Debbie, "I could give Tuck a ride home."
Debbie considered it for a while. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks a lot, Rachel," she said slowly. And smiled.
I was glad they had hit it off. It let me off the hook, that was for sure.
"You need some help carrying anything?" I asked unwisely.
*** 13:53 30 Nov
I huffed and puffed and almost had enough air in my lungs. "How much, of this, stuff, do you, need?"
"Oh, lots. Can't tell, what someone, is gonna buy. And, it's best, if you have it, right there. Impulse, purchases."
I was glad she was having as much trouble as I was.
"Next thing, I buy, is a cart!" she got out.
"Good, idea!"
"Jeezus," moaned Rachel from behind us.
*** 14:13 30 Nov
"God, she's... dynamic," commented Rachel as she started her car.
"Yeah, I know." I shook my head. "She's, she's just a trip. Knows what she wants, and she's gonna get it one way or another."
"So what does she want?"
"College money right now, and then I think she's gonna go into business. She has a head for it."
"No kidding!"
"That's how I met her, actually. She needed some accounting software and a computer to run it on, and she asked me to set it up."
"For this? I would have thought the accounting would have been pretty simple..."
"No, not really. And it was for her summer job." I smiled, knowing the next couple of questions.
"So what was it?" Rachel finally asked.
"Lemonade stand," I grinned.
"She needed accounting for a lemonade stand?"
"She did when she had twelve employees and eight hundred dollars in sales a day."
"What?!" She looked over at me, startled.
"Yeah, it was real clever. She got permission from the city to run a drink bar, sorta, on the medians of a busy intersection, during rush hour. Like flower sellers, you know?" She nodded. "Anyway, she had signs out a quarter mile down the road, and when the traffic stopped, there'd be people out there selling drinks to all those hot thirsty folk who just got off work. She ended up selling a couple of other things too, light snacks and stuff. Even payed more than minimum wage, and people could get up late in the day and still have the evening to do stuff. But you had to hustle while you were there. I filled in once and almost got heatstroke. But she was out there, running around as much as everyone else."
"Damn...."
"Yeah. She's just like that. Keeps seeing these profit making ideas and just goes for 'em, full afterburner. And makes money at 'em."
"Why did she stop? The drinks thing, I mean."
"She said she didn't have time and employees enough when school started back up. She's gonna do it again next summer, though. She even talked about franchising the operation."
Rachel just shook her head. "And I thought I was doing well holding down a waitressing job last summer...."
I laughed. "Hey, I felt the same way. Debbie's like one in a million. Almost nobody's like her. You'd have to be on the go all the time to do what she does. I'm surprised she has time to date me, actually."
"I can see why..." Rachel mused. "Does she sleep?"
"As far as I know," I said eventually. "It's just the rest of us mortals need time to do other things. I think she gets her down time when she's making money, actually. So while the rest of the world would be off watching television or something..."
Rachel just shook her head.
*** 14:24 30 Nov
"Hey, thanks a lot," I said gratefully as I got out of the car. "I wasn't looking forward to taking the bus home."
"Oh, no problem. Good seeing both of you again. Give me a call sometime, okay?"
"Will do, seeya!" I shut the door and stepped back. We waved to each other as she drove off.
When I went into the house, my brother was at the window, while the rest of the guys watched football or something. "Who was that?" Brian asked.
"Oh, just some girl I met," I said casually.
He considered this for a minute. "Debbie'll kill you if she finds out."
"Oh, she knows," I said airily. "The three of us had lunch today."
Coming as it did during a five second black space on the TV, I got everyone's attention.
"Way to go!" exclaimed my cousin Derek, giving me a thumbs up.
Derek was an asshole, though, so I wasn't sure this was a good thing. On the other hand, he wasn't shoving my head into a toilet, either. Yet.
*** 08:02 2 Dec
They played a parody song, "Walkin' 'Round in Women's Underwear." I couldn't figure out if this was supposed to be a joke on me or not.
*** 11:38 9 Dec
"Um, you busy this afternoon?" asked Debbie.
"Uh, no, not really, why?"
"Lisa wants to ask you something. I can drive you over there if you want."
"What does she want to ask?" Not like I was paranoid or anything. Ha.
*** 15:28 9 Dec
I was sort of impatient. And scared. "Well?" Lisa and Debbie looked at each other. "What is it?"
"Well," started Debbie, "Lisa and I go way back, you know?" I nodded. The two were like twins, separated at birth, except they didn't look anything like each other. Debbie was about five-five, my height, and about 135 pounds, about ten pounds heavier than me. Which is why we could wear the same clothes, almost. She was a lot more, well, shapely than me. She had dark wavy hair, not quite shoulder length, and eyes so dark they were almost black.
Lisa, on the other hand, was taller than both of us, about five eight, but skinnier than either of us. She had dyed blonde hair, and green eyes. Lisa was supposed to be better looking, I guess, since she looked more like a model than Debbie did, but I knew what I liked. Which was Debbie.
On the other hand, which I guess would be the gripping hand if anyone else reads the same kind of books I do, they had almost the same personality. Except Debbie was more into making money, and Lisa was more into making mischief. Lisa was also fairly rich; well, her parents were, but a fair amount of it went to Lisa, whereas Debbie was almost working for a living already.
"So...."
"Well, we do favors for each other all the time, right?" Lisa spoke.
"So," continued Debbie, "we help each other out with contacts for stuff we want to do, you know?"
"Mmmmm...."
"So." Lisa took a deep breath. "So, when someone does one of us a favor, a lot of times the other one helps to pay it back."
"So what do you want me to do?" I was beginning to get real worried. Why were they both so nervous?
"Um." They looked at each other again.
Debbie said cautiously, "Remember Travis?"
"Tra- no. No. Whatever it is, no."
"Tuck, wait!" they both protested. "Let me explain," begged Lisa.
"NOooo! I'm not listening!" I stuck my fingers in my ears.
*** 15:45 9 Dec
Travis had done Lisa a favor. I'm not even supposed to think what it is. Ever. Travis' price was a date with Valerie.
That was me.
Lisa supposed that every man had his price, and that mine would be acceptable. She was very very wrong. Or I was gonna have something truly fantastic.
"A what?"
"A keyboard. Like a Yamaha or something." Actually I had something very specific in mind, but I wasn't sure how much I could extract out of them.
She looked puzzled. "Well, how much-"
"Your share would be about five hundred dollars. We'll go halfsies."
"FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?!" they both shrieked.
"Hey, SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" I yelled back. Amazingly, they both shut up. "I know both of you! And this isn't the last time you're gonna do this to me, is it?" They didn't answer. "Well, is it?!" They looked at each other. I think I could guess the answer by now. "Furthermore," I continued, "you're asking me to directly risk my life to pay off a favor that I didn't even get! Do you have any idea what would happen if he found out? I'd be lucky if all he'd do would be to beat me to death! So you are going to pay if you want me to do this, because I want some serious fun in my life before I die doing this!"
They both started to gibber at me, but I thought I was going to win this one.
One way or another, anyway.
*** 16:09 9 Dec
"Okay, okay!" Lisa finally snapped.
"What?! Are you INSANE?" Debbie shrieked at her. "That's ridiculous!"
"No, dressing me up in girl's clothes again so I can pay her back a favor to someone else is ridiculous. Me getting paid to risk my life isn't ridiculous at all."
Debbie roared, "Tucker, SHUT UP!"
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. She looked really peeved with me.
*** 16:16 9 Dec
I got the agreement from Lisa, finally. Now all I had to do was make it up to Debbie.
She glared at me when she wasn't actively watching the road. I tried not to stand out. All of a sudden, I was sort of beginning to regret pushing things.
But, damnit! I seethed. They aren't going to be the ones to get creamed if I get caught! They also weren't the ones having nightmares, or heart palpitations...
*** 08:01 10 Dec
I slumped in my desk in homeroom. Debbie was still seriously annoyed with me this morning. That kind of made everything look really black.
"Whatsup?" asked Mike.
I would have told him, but it was too hard to explain. Especially here in homeroom.
*** 11:38 10 Dec
"I, I just can't believe you would do something like this!" she hissed at me. "I thought you cared about me!"
Oooh, low blow, that. It hurt a lot, too. "Debbie, I do care! And it's not you that has to pay it, it's Lisa. I just figured that she's gonna start doing this sort of stuff with my poor naked weak defenseless body, and I'd better get something out of it now while I'm alive. You know," I remarked, pointing at her, "that this isn't going to be the last time she does something like this, and wants to use me to do something for her. Is it?"
No answer. "Well, is it?" I pressed.
"I just can't see why you had to be such an asshole about it," she snapped.
"Because I want her to understand that this is gonna cost, because I'm risking a lot more than a detention or even a little jail time if I get 'busted'. I could die, Debbie. People could beat me with sticks until I was dead. I've already had nightmares exactly like that. I'm not gonna do this kind of bullshit simply for her jollies with me taking the big risks. And if she pays like this for it, then she'll understand that where it counts; in her wallet."
"So what are you going to make me pay, huh?" she said bitterly. "What kind of price are you gonna ask of me? Do I get some kind of discount when we screw or what? Or-"
"Debbie, wait!" I help up my hands. "It's different if it's just us, okay? I just don't want to be rented out to anyone Lisa needs to pay back, alright?" I shook my head. "I don't mind near as much if it's just us, and if you're around to protect me and stuff. It's just... you know how dates go; what happens if he gets me alone? He's like huge, and Lisa's not gonna be around to knock him off me with a stick, like you would."
Her expression was changing. Maybe I was getting through, finally.
*** 13:19 10 Dec
A sudden thought just hit me. Did I just tell Debbie that she could dress me up whenever she wanted, if she was with me?
I had. Oh, no.... I moaned, uncontrollably, and everyone looked at me.
*** 15:01 10 Dec
"I talked to Lisa," she said tiredly, "and she said she'd agree to it, if it was no more than four hundred dollars. And this'll cover anything she wants you for until spring break, right?" I nodded. "Well, here's her number, you need to call her to talk to her." She handed me a business card.
"Okay." I watched her get her books and put them in her bookbag. "Debbie?" She looked at me. "Are you still mad at me for this?"
"No," she said, then ran her fingers through her hair. "I dunno. Sort of. It's just a lot of money, Tuck."
"She's got it to spend, you know."
"That's not the point. It's kind of an asshole thing to do, asking for money when a friend asks you to do something." She stood up, and started walking out to the parking lot. I followed her.
"If she wanted me to help her with homework or tow her car or babysit or help her move or something like that, I would. But this is different. It's like... it's like her making me go up to Nickerson," the principal of our high school, "and tell him I fucked his wife and I've got the pictures and pay up. In front of the school board. Kinda dangerous."
She snickered unwillingly at that, for just a second.
I thought I was in the home stretch, now. Just a little more finesse, and I'd be back in the high life again...
*** 15:42 10 Dec
"Hello?"
"Lisa?"
"Yes, who's this?"
"It's Tucker, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Did Debbie talk to you?"
"Yeah... what time is it and everything?"
"Friday night, show up at my house after school. I'll arrange things with Travis." I just knew she would....
"So what's gonna happen to me?"
"Just dinner and a dance, Tuck. Standard stuff. You've done it with Debbie before."
Actually, I hadn't. "And nothing else, right?"
"Not unless you want to," she said.
"Oh, God. No way..."
*** 07:54 11 Dec
"So our dance is Saturday, right? Wanna go with me?" I'd put off asking Debbie until I was sure that she'd be okay with me again. Relatively sure.
"Yeah, okay." She stared off into the crowd as I got my books.
Not the reaction I was expecting. I sighed mentally, realizing I was really gonna have to pull out the stops to make up with her. And that always cost money. I hoped Christmas was going to be good this year...
Luckily, I'd prepared a little for this already. "Cool. Then, I guess this is for you..." She looked at me as I pulled the rose out of my locker and handed it to her.
"For me?" she questioned.
"For you."
She sniffed it, and smiled at me. Yesss! I thought. Even if it was only a little one.
*** 08:02 11 Dec
"Back in the black with Debbie again, huh?" asked George.
"Huh? Yeah... how could you tell?" He'd come in late, so he couldn't have seen us.
"You've got that stupid smile on your face again."
I laughed. "Yeah, guess I do...."
"So what did you two get so upset about?" George asked.
"Um." I didn't quite know what to say.
He spluttered. "You, you, she, you're DOING it again, aren't you?"
He had me baffled. "Doing what, George?"
"IT, ah,..." He waved his hands down his body like an hourglass. Oh. Yep, right on the money there.
"Shut UP George!" I hissed. "If I wanted everyone to know about it, I would have told them."
"You ARE! You ARE!" He pointed at me and started to laugh.
"Mister Spaulding!" snapped Dobson from the front of the class. "Would you care to tell the rest of us what's so amusing?" My chest hurt all of a sudden.
"No," he snickered.
I guess he was my friend, after all.
*** 08:09 11 Dec
"You're doing... that, with Debbie again, aren't you?" accused Mike.
"Jeez, what is this, the ethics committee? Leave me alone! I've made my peace with the universe, and I'm ready."
"So are you two gonna be-"
"No, not this time. Not right away, anyway."
Mike and George stared at each other, then at me. "So what-" began Mike.
"I can't say."
Mike whistled. "Must be bad, then."
*** 11:31 11 Dec
"Hey, Debbie, I've been looking for you!" She turned around, and I handed her another rose. "I couldn't find you before school..."
She tilted her head and gave me some sort of look. "Thank you, Tuck," she said, kind of subdued.
I heard a whistle behind me, and when I turned to look, it was Sabrina. "Wow, Tuck, what'd you screw up this time?" she asked, pointing at the rose.
*** 08:03 12 Dec
They played Bob and Doug MacKenzie's version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas," which was always a favorite of mine. George and Mike and I sang right along through the whole thing. Dobson just looked ill.
*** 11:48 12 Dec
Debbie had homework to do, so I just sat around and watched her do it. I figured out it was bugging her when her head snapped up and she blurted, "Stop staring at me!"
I shrugged, and looked down. "Sorry," I mumbled. "You just look so beautiful, I just wanted to watch."
After she didn't say anything for a few seconds, I looked back up. She was staring at me. "Tucker," she finally said, "what the hell am I supposed to do with you?"
I shrugged again, and said hopefully, "Keep me?"
She rolled her eyes, and went back to her homework without saying anything, but there was a subtle smile on her face. And after a few minutes, she picked up the rose and smelled it.
*** 14:53 12 Dec
"Oh, Tuck, don't forget to-"
"I know, I already thought of that." I made shaving motions, and she nodded. "You know, the hair's there to keep you warmer in wintertime..."
She shrugged. "So what does it say about Western society that dictates that women should remove it?"
I hated when she got all philosophical on me.
*** 21:24 12 Dec
Truth be told, I was glad to shave the stubble off. It itched, a lot. Especially under my arms. But darned if my pits didn't smell better.
*** 08:02 13 Dec
They started the music with the Fresh Aire version of the "Chorus of the Bells" and just kept playing Mannheim Steamroller until class started.
Mike called me a dork for air-directing, but what did he know?
*** 11:38 13 Dec
"Thank you," she said, sniffing the rose. Number four.
"Tucker, what did you do?" asked Amanda.
"Um, nothing," I said, then, "why do I have to have done something to give my girlfriend roses? Can't I just do it to show I care?"
Jill shook her head and commented, "Must be bad, then."
*** 14:56 13 Dec
I trotted up to Debbie, ready to go. I figured, that after what I had demanded, that I'd better be on my best behaviour around both of them. So, I'd spent most of the day reconciling myself to my fate.
"Well, ready?" I asked as she shut her locker door. She turned to face me, and looked surprised.
"What's got into you?" she asked bluntly.
I shrugged. "Just figured I'd be pleasant for a change."
"About...." she asked suspiciously, and I nodded. She frowned, like she didn't believe me.
"Come on, it's not gonna be that bad, right? And I already got what I asked for, so... so let's get to it, okay?" I waved her on, outside, towards her car. I wanted to leave before my resolve failed and I ran away from home.
*** 15:24 13 Dec
Neither of them really believed what I was saying, about me not minding any more. Neither was I, really, but I was determined to be pleasant. To give them their money's worth, as it were. On account of, it was so much money.
"Well, go shower," commanded Debbie.
"Again?" I asked. "Not like I'm arguing, I just wondered why."
"Big date, you want to be as clean and nice smelling as possible," explained Lisa. "And wash your hair too. Use the green bottles for everything."
*** 15:31 13 Dec
There were a total of six green bottles that I could see with the curtain closed. I sighed, and looked for matching shampoo and conditioner.
*** 15:50 13 Dec
I got out, and wrapped a towel around my waist, and started drying my hair with another one.
When I found them, they were in Lisa's room, and it looked like they'd been having a pillow fight or something, 'cause they looked all flushed and the bed was a total mess.
"Well, now what?" I asked. "Now that you're done wrestling..."
Debbie got up, with a grin. I steeled myself as she reached out and turned me around, then loosened the towel from behind. What I wasn't expecting was her pulling it gently up and putting it around my chest. Just like a girl would. She wrapped the other one around my head too.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Just to get you in the proper mood," Debbie explained.
Lisa snickered. "Nice butt, too!"
This was gonna be a long night.
*** 15:52 13 Dec
"Not with her watching!" I pointed at Lisa.
"What's the big deal?" Debbie asked, while Lisa attempted to look innocent.
"Just call it a quirk, okay? I'm not gonna have you put me in girl's underwear with her watching."
Debbie and Lisa looked at each other, and Lisa finally shrugged, got up, and left the room, closing the door.
Debbie asked, "Better?" I nodded, and she got to work.
I mean, I had my standards.
*** 16:23 13 Dec
"Dress first," Lisa decided, "then makeup and hair." Debbie nodded. Well, now Lisa was in towels, which would have made it sort of even, except now I was sitting around in underwear. Debbie's underwear. Debbie's nice going-out-to-a-party underwear. She would have looked much better in it than I did. So would have Lisa.
Oh, and let's not forget the duct tape and the corset.
Be cool, Tucker, be cool, I told myself. Think of the music.
The dress they pulled out was fantastic. It was a dark red, and looked like real silk, I thought. And-
"Isn't that sort of low in the bust?" I asked. They both turned around and grinned at me. Oh, no, I thought despondently.
*** 16:27 13 Dec
"We have to do something spectacular with the hair," commented Debbie as she sat me down on a chair.
"What about..." Lisa suggested something which I had no idea what it was. It sounded ominous, though.
I concentrated on breathing. It was harder than usual, with the corset and tape. Be cool, Tucker, be cool...
*** 17:03 13 Dec
"Well?" asked Lisa, as she sat down on the bed in a nice dress, fumbling with earrings and watching me like a hawk. I hadn't been able to watch her get dressed; every time I tried to look, Debbie would whack me with the brush.
Debbie replied, "I was gonna try something new with makeup tonight, I saw it in this ad in Vogue, and I thought it would look perfect."
Be cool, Tucker, be cool... I told myself frantically.
*** 17:28 13 Dec
"I think that's too much," commented Lisa critically.
Debbie looked closer at my face, then pulled back a couple of feet. Then she sighed, and agreed.
"What time's he supposed to get here anyway?" I gasped.
"Plenty of time," said Lisa, dodging the question.
"Maybe this'd be a good time for..." mentioned Debbie, signalling something to Lisa. I had no idea what they were talking about.
Lisa nodded, then went off to get something.
"Well, let's get that face cleaned off so we can try something else, eh?"
*** 17:37 13 Dec
"What's this?"
"It's half a Valium, help calm you down." Lisa handed me a glass of Coke, and the half pill. I looked at it suspiciously, then swallowed it.
Lisa said, "There's another half one in your purse, in a little aspirin thing, the metal one. Don't get caught with it. Don't have any alcohol tonight, and don't take the next one before, oh, nine thirty."
"Ah. So how long does it take to work?" I asked Lisa. She was standing in front of the mirror, working on her own makeup.
"It'll be working before you know it."
*** 17:56 13 Dec
Maybe it was working. I had less and less of an urge to run screaming as time went on.
"Anyway, come look," said Debbie, whipping the sheet off me. She helped me up, then put her hands over my eyes. "Just for a minute," she explained when I protested. "So you can get the full effect."
She walked me across the room, then positioned me, before she dropped her hands.
"Erk!" I said, pointing at the mirror.
What was pointing back was someone that made Lisa look, well, not pathetic, but it would be close, at least. They had taken the wig hair and swept it up on one side, putting a long bow in it that matched the deep red of the dress. The other side was loose, and went down past the almost bare shoulders. The sleeves looked like someone had taken a hanky and artfully draped it over the shoulder joint, and it fluttered whenever something moved, like me. There were straps that went over and down, under the sleeves, and as wide apart as they could possibly be without falling off my shoulders entirely. The neckline was this sort of double curve, and went down to about the middle of my sternum. Debbie had done her tape magic again, and I was showing the same B cup cleavage I had for Halloween. The dress was tight against the corset around where a girl's waist would have been, and then flared out to end about three inches below my kneecaps. They'd glued on a couple of little jeweled earrings, and put in an ear cuff that was now tight enough it wasn't coming off without help, and added two rings, a few gold wire bracelets, a gold watch, and a gold necklace. With a heart on it. Heels on my feet, and the matching purse Debbie placed into my hand, completed everything. So much for buying my own shoes...
I was a fox again. A girl fox.
"Gah!" I said, still pointing. I couldn't believe it.
"Good job, eh?" asked Lisa, an admiring tone in her voice. "Wish I could get my boyfriend to look like that."
"Ah!"
"Maybe you should sit down again," suggested Debbie gently. "I gotta show you how to keep the hair and makeup looking good."
*** 18:07 13 Dec
Debbie was showing me what to do if I smeared lipstick on my face when the doorbell went off downstairs.
I kept from screaming only because my entire body was paralyzed.
"Relax, you'll do fine," coaxed Debbie, dropping things into the red clutch purse. "Just be nice and remember that you're really in control of the situation." She forced me up and out of Lisa's room and down the stairs, while I tried to breathe again.
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