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Tucked In
Copyright 1997 by Ellen Hayes.
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Tucked In
*** 16:44 26 Oct
"What?" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.
"Oh, come on. You're the one who said you wanted to 'give them a mind fuck'..." she said cajolingly.
"Oh, but, this is, this... This'll get me killed!"
"No it won't. Now come on."
"No, no way. I take it all back."
"The hell you do! I already spent fifty bucks on this!"
"What?! You just, without, you-"
"Come on, it'll be great! Trust me. Have I ever let you down before?"
"Oh my God, I can't believe..."
*** 04:59 31 Oct
Sure enough, she tapped on my window right at 5am. "Oh, shit," I said as I staggered to the window and waved at her. She left, and I grabbed my clothes and shoveled myself into them. Showing her the signal pole was a bad idea, I thought dimly.
I made it out to the car in about five minutes. "Come on, let's go, we gotta lot of work to do!" she said in a low but urgent voice. I got in, shut the door as quietly as possible, and we were off to Debbie's house.
She was wearing a old-time zoot suit, and had her hair tucked under a fedora. She looked really good, and I told her so. She laughed, and said it was nothing much.
*** 05:17 31 Oct
"You know that English lady's voice you do? Can you do it without an accent too?" she asked as she took the suit coat off and dropped it on the bed.
"Like this?" I tried. I don't know how I did it, but it sounded really sultry sexy to me. Like it usually did. I could bug the hell out of guys with that voice. Mike and George and Dan and I had done some truly evil pranks that way.
"Not too bad..." she said. "Try, try sounding more like a Valley girl and less like the Queen."
"Uh... you mean, like this?" Not sultry any more.
"Yeah, that'll do. Sounds kind of nasal, but it works." She rolled up her sleeves.
"Nasal, huh? Great, why don't I just tell everyone I'm from New York?"
"Can you do a New York accent?" she asked excitedly. I sighed, and gave it my best shot. I had a cousin who lived in Long Island, who I'd spent one summer imitating. "Perfect!" she snapped with satisfaction.
*** 05:24 31 Oct
"Why did I let you talk me into this?" I complained as she wrapped duct tape in arcane patterns on my chest.
"Don't talk. Just wait." I waited.
When she finally finished, she snickered, and reached into a drawer and pulled out... pink blobs?
"What the hell are those?"
"My mom has a Seal-a-Meal. Know what that is?" I nodded. "Well, I spent a couple of hours last night with it and a few bags and a lot of hair gel, and came up with these. Watch."
She made me stand up and hold them on my chest as she wrapped an honest-to-God corset around me. She laced it loosely, then adjusted the bags of goo inside the cups on the corset, then heaved my flesh into the cups, and had me hold everything there while she yanked at the laces on the back.
When I got done, I was gasping for breath, which had pissed her off no end, as it made it harder to lace things. She did a little poking and prodding, then grinned.
"So?" I finally said, when my breathing had slowed down some.
"So, look in the mirror."
I looked. Then looked again. I did not have breasts when I started this! But I sure as hell did now.... solid B cups, it looked like, and a lot of cleavage showing.
I carefully didn't ask where she'd learned this trick.
*** 05:41 31 Oct
I don't know why, she didn't need it, but she had this whole tackle box full of makeup. Not a little nice one either - this was the kind that took two hands to carry. Maybe I should call it a tool box.
"Now I'm glad you don't have a lot of beard. Did you shave this morning?"
"Last night." It was more wishful thinking than necessity, still.
"Hmmm." She felt my face. "Huh. Guess that'll do; I can't feel anything." She started wiping stuff on my face.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Primer coat. Quiet." She was humming, but I had to sit there quietly, making faces like she told me to.
The smell of the makeup, which I had long associated with intimate contact with women, naturally made me feel a bit peculiar, and more than a bit horny.
"Quit squirming around!"
"Jeez, I can't help it..."
She asked, "What, are you excited?" The tone she said "excited" in told me she knew exactly what was going on.
"Um." What do you say to that? "Usually."
Debbie had me go into the bathroom to "fix it," as she put it, and I was so horny I agreed, but of course when I closed the door it went down. I wrestled myself into the G string so it would stay there, put my own underwear back on over it, and went back outside. "That was quick," she said as I sat back down. "You part rabbit?"
I grimaced. "Ha ha, very funny. It missed you and got lonely with only me in there." She hit me on the shoulder, instead of her usual slap. I guess to avoid messing up her work. The she pulled out the next tray in the makeup box. "Holy... how much of this is there?" She looked up at me, and grinned.
*** 06:12 31 Oct
"Now, the hair." She pulled the wig off the styrofoam head where I'd been staring at it. "Look straight ahead."
"Oh, God," I said. "Does it have to be blonde?"
"Relax... easy as pie."
I had a thought. "What if the wig comes off?"
"It won't come off. I'm using a little adhesive on it."
*** 06:25 31 Oct
"So what am I wearing?" I asked.
"This," she replied with a satisfied tone. She pulled her idea out of the closet and laid it out on the bed.
"Oh, nooooo..." I moaned without knowing it. I can't wear that!
"Ohhoh yes!" she cackled. "This is just perfect!"
What was on the bed, was a motorcycle-style black leather jacket, a bustier thing with embroidery on it, in black, a black leather miniskirt which looked way too short, and fishnet stockings. In black.
She came out of the closet holding a pair of knee high (at first guess), high heeled boots. Black, of course.
"You're gonna blow the competition away today!"
"I'm gonna be arrested for probable cause if I wear that. Besides, that stuff is way too small for me."
She tossed a pair of handcuffs on the bed. And a dog collar. "Bets?"
*** 07:04 31 Oct
"Gloves too?" Need I mention that they were black?
"They're fingerless. You won't have any problems with your nails. Don't take 'em off."
"I wasn't even thinking about the nails, Debbie. Lace gloves?"
"It worked for Madonna, didn't it?"
I couldn't argue with that. Though I tried really really hard.
*** 07:19 31 Oct
"Jeeezus," I said, staring into the mirror.
"That worked better than I thought," she said, half stunned herself.
The finished product was good enough that I, who looked at myself in the mirror a lot, could not see any flaws. I could almost see myself, from before, under the wig and makeup and clothes, but only barely.
Nobody who wasn't expecting it would see a damned thing, that's for sure.
Let me rephrase that. Nobody, who wasn't expecting anything, would see anything unusual. Well... Me, Tuck, was not going to be seen at school today. There was a lot to see, though.
"Let's hope it's not too cold this morning," she said, then looked at the clock. "Oh, shit, we gotta go! Grab your purse and let's get the hell outta here!" She handed me a purse and yanked me out of the chair and all the way out to her car. I sat down, still amazed that I had a purse clutched in one hand.
"No, no, get out for a minute," she scolded, so I did. I didn't expect her to slam the door and lock it. She rolled down the window about two inches, and screamed, "Follow me! You need to practice walking!" Then she backed the car out of the driveway and drove off, very slowly.
I couldn't believe it.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I shrieked at her. She stopped the car, and waved me towards her. I walked down the driveway, but when I got within ten feet of the car, she started moving again.
"Damnit, this isn't funny!" I screamed as I tried to catch up.
When I couldn't run on the balls of my feet any more, and slowed to a walk, so did she. I thought that maybe I could catch her then, but she sped up as soon as I did. The short steps I had to take due to the skirt weren't helping, either.
Debbie, I am going to kill you when I catch you, I vowed, trotting along in the damned boots.
After about two blocks, she stopped the car suddenly and got out. I was going to scream at her, but she put a finger to her lips as she ran up to me. Then she gave me a big, wet kiss. Whoa! I thought, visions of revenge evaporating. "That's great! You look perfect! Come on, let's go!" That was the best kiss I'd had from her yet.
She ran around and unlocked my door, then got in the other side, and we took off.
*** 07:48 31 Oct
"Smooth your skirt when you sit down, too," she told me as we waited at a light.
"Debbie, why all the crapola like that?"
She glared at me for the half second it took the light to turn green. "Because, dumbass," she explained sarcastically, "if you don't, everyone will be able to see your underwear. And people will be looking today."
I thought about it for a minute. "Like this?" I asked, demonstrating.
She glanced over, and nodded. "Yeah. Now, when you hold your books..."
*** 07:58 31 Oct
I got a lot of looks going in, like I expected, but it was too close to the first bell for anyone to hassle me.
I slipped into homeroom and made it to my usual seat before the bell rang, and that's when the fun started.
"Holy shit, is that- holy shit," prayed my best friend Mike.
I said, "Debbie had an Idea."
He stared at me.
I shrugged.
He asked, "Are those your real boobs?"
I wanted to cry. "No, you idiot chink! She did... something, and now it's like half me and half tape and half hair gel." He stared at Debbie's handiwork as I counted halves and realized I'd made a mistake.
"Tucker, is that you in there?" asked Mr. Dobson.
I sighed. "Yesss," I answered unenthusiastically.
"Hrm." He handed out ballots for the best-of-homeroom costume. I looked around, and realized that I was a shoe-in. I charitably voted for someone else. I still won, though it wasn't unanimous.
Dan-the-man and George Spaulding asked me what I was doing Saturday night, and I told them that Debbie was going to turn me into the Dallas Cowboys that weekend. Mike said, kind of late, "Don't call me a chink, fish-eyes." Which was kind of lame for him, but I guess he was distracted.
*** 08:10 31 Oct
Before I could take off for my first class, Dobson motioned me up. "Tucker, it's obvious you're making a major bid for that prize. May I suggest something?" I nodded, and he continued, "It would be most effective if as few people as possible discovered who you are until the final judging this afternoon." He was scribbling something on hall passes. "Explain to your other teachers that you're going incognito today, and to call you, erm, pick a girl's name."
"Debbie liked Valerie," I said.
"Deborah Carstairs?" he asked, and I nodded again. "I should have known," he remarked to himself. "So, tell them to call you Valerie, and act in class as though you are a new student. This should prove interesting," he said, grinning. I had never seen him grin like this before, and I'd rather not see it again, either.
He let me go then, and I checked the notes he'd written. They said, "Do what the lad says! Dobson," or at least his personal ideogram at the bottom. I guess being one of the deans had its advantages. Besides not having to write legibly.
*** 08:13 31 Oct
Being whistled at as I walked around was a new experience. So, despite my impromptu practice, was walking in heels. At least I wasn't falling over. Or getting patted on the rump, thank God.
My first class was English, so I walked in and handed the teacher the note, while explaining quietly. She covered her mouth with her hand and nodded, and motioned for me to take a seat. I took one near the back that was unoccupied. She introduced me when class started, and I said hi in the voice Debbie and I had worked on.
She had to remind the guys in the class to look up front a couple of times, as they kept trying to stare at me. Not a few of the girls, either. I was getting nervous as hell - this was the most attention that had been directed my way in a long time.
When class was finally over, I got up to leave, and several guys swam over to my seat to chat me up. Oh, fuck, I thought, but managed to keep my cool enough to answer their questions with some simple, clever lies. Two of them walked me to class while asking me what kind of music I liked, how I liked it here so far, what New York was like, why did I move... I lied, and lied, and lied, and finally pleaded that I had to go in and talk to the teacher before class.
They left then, and so I went up to the teacher, and talked to him and showed him the note. He looked poleaxed, but nodded.
It went on like this for four periods. I got very tired of trying to fend off dates.
*** 11:12 31 Oct
Debbie caught up with me at lunch, as I came out of class, and she rushed me through the flock of guys. "I thought I'd come rescue you," she said.
"Oh, my God, they've been all over me. Dobson decided that I should be a new student, so I've been playing dumb, and they all think I just got here." My head itched bad.
She laughed a lot, but didn't slow down, and kept up a stream of chatter that seemed to work like guy repellent as we changed books out and got our lunches. Or maybe they thought she was a guy. I dunno. She was certainly more masculine than some of the freshthings wandering around.
She dragged me out to show the Pack, her associates, who thought that I was like, totally awesome, and we wandered around looking at other costumes and eating lunch. I wished like hell they would stop pointing out "hunks" for my first date. On the other hand, nobody was brave enough to run into this group to cut me out of the herd. Or we were moving too fast. My feet hurt.
*** 11:55 31 Oct
Lunch finally ended, as all good lunches must, and I realized that I had to go. Bad.
"Debbie! Help me!"
"What?"
I whispered my problem to her.
*** 11:57 31 Oct
Having the whole bunch take over a girl's bathroom had not been my idea. I'd been thinking, maybe talk to the teachers about using their bathroom, or something like that...
At least they didn't look. Although they made some nasty comments about my hyper ventilation. I had a bad experience in a girl's restroom once.
After I got done, Debbie and this other girl fixed my makeup as I sat on the sink. Nobody else who came in gave me much of a look, except one girl who I'd dated. Someone took her aside and explained it to her, and she laughed herself sick but said she wouldn't say anything. I didn't think she'd say anything because she couldn't stop laughing.
Bitchy-tichy Tina had said I wasn't enough of a stud for her when we broke up.
I sighed. On the other hand, I did have another girlfriend. Even if she was dressing me up like a cheap whore.
I sighed.
"Stop breathing, you'll mess me up!" complained Kathy as she wielded a pencil around my mouth.
*** 12:02 31 Oct
I got out of PE by the simple expedient of showing the coach my note, and me. He told me to take off, so I did. I think I embarrassed him.
I finally ended up hiding back in the stacks in the library. Nobody bothered me for a long time back there. It was good to take a breather. And take those damned boots off my feet for a while.
*** 13:12 31 Oct
I left the library before I had to, because I was getting thirsty, and the lunch Debbie had packed for me wasn't nearly enough. I had enough change for a coke, at least, so I went to go get one.
As I fed the machine, someone squeezed my butt. I made a noise in surprise, and whipped around. It was Bobby McPhearson, scourge of the distaff side here at McAllen. Oh, fuck.
"Hi there," he beamed, standing much too close. "I heard you were new here, huh?" He was drunk again after one of his three-beer lunches.
"Uh, yeah," I said nervously. Drunk or not, he was still bigger than me, by a lot. And he didn't like me too much, either. "Uh, I gotta go, if you'll excuse me-"
He didn't excuse me. What he did was put his arms on either side of me, pinning me to the coke machine. I don't believe this?!! "Aw, come on, honey, what's your name?"
I'd had more than enough, and the leather I was wearing was making me bold. Or stupid. Besides, I was scared out of my wits. I get real weird when I'm that scared.
"Valerie," I said as sexily as I could. "Maybe you could show me around some?" I hit the coke button and collected my drink. I wasn't going to be coming back through here anytime soon.
"Sure!" he beamed. He actually chuckled when I took his hand and led him off. My other hand was fumbling at the chain around my waist.
"So where are you from, anyway?" he asked.
"Long Island," I said, managing to undo the lock with one hand. If I dropped the key, it would screw everything up...
We went outside and past one of the pillars. I turned to him and asked, "Hey, what's your name anyway?" Click. Yes!
"Bob," he said, as I maneuvered him into position.
"Ever play Ring Around the Rosie, Bob?" They were safely in my pocket for now.
"No... is it fun?" he leered. I wanted to boil my hands.
"Yeah! Come over here..." I put the pole between him and me, and said, "Now give me your other hand."
He did. Idiot. I smiled, real big, and pulled his hands together. "Oh, wait," I bubbled, "I almost forgot," and pulled the handcuffs out of my pocket. In two quick snaps, he was cuffed to the pillar. All those years of cops and robbers paid off finally.
"Have fun going around in circles, asshole."
"What the- Hey! You can't leave me here like this! Hey! You bitch, let me go!"
I waved to him and went back inside. My creative writing teacher was passing through in the other direction. I stopped her and handed her the keys.
"What are..." she said, puzzled.
"Bob McPhearson is locked to a pole outside. I didn't like him rubbing my ass. That's the keys."
As I walked away, I heard her snort. Then start to laugh. I guessed that I wasn't going to get in trouble for this. Meanwhile, I had to go wash my hands.
I looked at the bathrooms, and decided that I'd better not try the men's room. I only had the one set of cuffs.
I pulled the gloves off, then spent a couple minutes washing my hands, trying to keep from shaking. Like you do when you just get out of a fight by the skin of your teeth. Plus it was a girl's bathroom. Again.
Julia, from drama, came in wearing a tuxedo. I smiled when I saw her in the mirror, then dropped my eyes, embarrassed. Don't attract any attention, dumbass! She used the facilities, and came up to the sinks while I was scrubbing. She looked at me curiously as she dried her hands off.
"Practicing for Macbeth?" she asked.
"I had to touch Bobby McPhearson, and I feel dirty." She nodded, like she'd been there too.
About then, a couple of other girls came in, laughing. I almost died. If I got caught here, I'd be skinned.
"God, I wish I'd thought of handcuffing Bobby a long time ago!" one of the girls said as they went back to the stalls.
"Maybe they should just leave him there!" the other one said.
Julia raised an eyebrow, like asking "you?" and I nodded. "What happened?" she asked. So I told her. She started to laugh.
The other girls came up to wash their hands, still chattering. Julia was still laughing, and I was still scrubbing. They stared at us as they left.
She finally stopped, and wiped her eyes, about the time my hands felt clean.
"Do you have the keys?" she asked breathlessly.
"Uh, I gave 'em to Miz Taylor, the English teacher."
"Oh, and she doesn't like him eith-" She stared at me like a spider had just run out of my nose. "Tucker? Eugene Tucker?"
"Oh fuck," I said. Thunk, bambambambam went my heart. I'm doomed!
I was wrong, actually. She cracked up again, and I had calmed down and finished half my coke when she recovered. She asked who'd done the work, and when I said Debbie had, she nodded like she should have known. She told me it was fantastic, and she'd vote for me when the time came.
Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and wished me luck. I stared at her in amazement as she left. I was still staring after her when she came back in. "He's gone," she said, "if you want to do something besides wash your hands for the rest of the day. Besides, don'tcha have something else to do besides watch girls go tinkle?" I got embarrassed.
She escorted me out after I put the gloves in my pocket, and we talked about today, and costumes, and things in general. She had a little puffin nose to slip over her own, but it bugged her, so she was leaving it off most of the day. I thought it was pretty clever, or at least simple. Large portions of my body hurt and/or itched. Especially under the tape. She helped try and scratch things with a pen cap. It helped, but not enough.
*** 14:15 31 Oct
Everybody had to go back to homeroom for rolecall before the pep rally. Just to make sure nobody snuck off. Then we all marched down to the gym. Mike was still staring, and when I thought nobody was looking, I let him feel one of the boobs. "Jeezus," was his comment.
"She really went all out on this," I said, wrapping my arms around myself. I was kinda cold; I think because I was used to having my legs covered.
"Goddamn," he remarked. "You look almost too good. Ah!" he said, rooting around in his pocket. "I knew you were... missing... something... hah!" He pulled one of those big pieces of bubble gum out of his pocket. "Chew on this." I took it and warmed it up, and blew some bubbles. "Perfect. Jeezus."
"What?"
"You definitely look too good. All you need is a biker on a real Harley, and you're set. How'd she do that?"
"I dunno, I don't want to know, all I want is to get out of all this fucking tape. And these boots." I couldn't wait to sit down.
Pause.
Mike asked, "Tape?"
*** 14:26 31 Oct
I got to sit down for about five minutes. I made sure I got a seat at the end. There was no way I was crawling over people to get out. Not today...
Then they announced the winners for each homeroom. Said winners had to go stand up in front of everyone, holding a sign with a number on it for the final vote. It figured. I couldn't help moaning, "Oh, my feeeeeet."
When they called, "Mr. Dobson's homeroom, Eugene Tucker," I wearily stood up and made my way down the aisles. As people figured out what was going on, the noise increased, until as I walked out on the floor, it sounded like a regular basketball game. I blew a couple of bubbles as I got my sign. It seemed the thing to do. The crowd loved it.
They had us stand and wait in front of the whole school as they went through the homerooms. I mumbled curses under my breath about the shoes, and everything else, because I was itching like I'd gone as a flea circus, and my feet felt like they were about to snap. Oh please, let them get their heads out of their asses and get on with this... Of course, I was one of the first homerooms called, so I had to wait for all the rest.
The final vote was surprising. I'd tied for first place with someone. As first place was two hundred dollars, while second was only fifty bucks, it was pretty important. But at least I was going to get something. Half of something, anyway. Debbie was gonna get the other half.
The other guy was made up as a STNG Klingon, with the bumpy forehead and armor and everything. It was pretty cool, and I told him so when they sent all the other competitors back.
"I will beat you," he stated in as deep a voice as he could come up with. "I will crush you like all enemies of the Empire are crushed."
"Oh, yeah, like, sure," I replied lazily, and blew a bubble. I thought he was pretty good, though, staying in character like that.
When the runoff vote was counted, he won first place by a real narrow margin, like 10%. We shook hands, and he said, in a normal voice, that I should have won it, but I disagreed. He'd done something even harder than what Debbie had done to me.
They gave the third place winner her money, me my money, and him his, and then the top three got a round of mandatory applause before they let everyone out. I figured a curtsey would do good, so I did one.
Debbie collected me before anyone could find torches, or melt some tar, and escorted me quickly out to her car, and off. Thank God, I made it out alive. I breathed a lot while I still could.
As we got in the car, she asked, "Where's my handcuffs?"
*** 15:06 31 Oct
"What party?"
"Tuck, you did so good, I gotta take you to this party. Come on, it'll be fun. I have this other costume if you don't want to wear that one. Those heels are a bitch."
"Oh geez, no shit. But I don't want to go to a party, Debbie!" I complained. "Not like this!"
"No, something different." She told me what she had in mind.
"Oh, no, Deb, no, not- oh, no, this was one thing, but no-"
"Oh, but please," she breathed, and then leaned in close and gave me the longest kiss I'd ever had in my entire life. I almost castrated myself with the boner I tried to get.
"Ah, ah, ah," I said when she came up for air.
"Besides, I'll take you to dinner first. My treat."
"With half the prize money I won." I wasn't that horny.
"Which you would have none of without my help. Besides, you'll get more of it back with dinner."
*** 15:44 31 Oct
"Jesus, where do you get all this stuff?!" I asked in amazement.
"Oh, I love costumes," she said, holding it up against me. "Good thing you're not too large. Here, put your arms over your face and stand still," and she began pulling it over me.
"I'm not gonna have to wear heels again, am I?"
"Only to dinner," she said. I hoped she was kidding.
*** 17:45 31 Oct
"I hate these things," I complained as we walked out to the car. "My feet hurt like you wouldn't believe."
She said, "Oh, I'd believe it." She opened the door, and stopped.
"You're gonna have to take the sword off to get in the car," I said helpfully. She said something rude and stashed it in the back seat. "Besides, it's illegal," I added.
"What's Robin Hood without a sword?" she asked me as we pulled out.
"He carried a bow."
She glared at me, and stated, "Poetic license."
*** 18:20 31 Oct
"Table for two, ladies?" asked the host. I kept my mouth shut as Debbie answered in the affirmative. He guided us to a booth, took our drink orders, and left.
"I don't believe this," I remarked, staring around at all the people who weren't staring back at me. It was pretty much all of them. The ones that did, smiled at me or gave me a thumbs up like they liked what I was wearing. "This is incredible." Two guys, with drinks in their hands, winked at me.
"Ain't it, though? And don't forget your voice," she reminded me quietly.
That, if nothing else, was going to drive me crazy.
When the waiter arrived, quickly, he couldn't make up his mind which one of us to stare at. Him and Debbie both teased me about being shy. Debbie even asked him if I made a good Maid Marian, and he said yes, but that she did a much better Robin Hood. I couldn't kick him under the table, so I kicked Debbie twice while keeping a nice smile on my face.
On the other hand, I took her advice, and got a smaller order than I would have. Good thing, too, these clothes did not take well to stains, and I would have ordered chili by reflex, if I hadn't been thinking about not having it already. Eating at Spaghetti Warehouse was dangerous enough. I tucked my napkin into my cleavage, and asked for another one.
"That looks really dumb."
"Not near as dumb as manicotti dribbling down the front would look," I countered.
"You do that, and I'll kill you," she threatened.
"See? That would look even dumber."
*** 19:36 31 Oct
"The- oh, no," I moaned softly as Debbie pulled me into the girls' room. "Not again!"
She had to shove me into a stall, but after that I got some composure back as the women already in there continued to not scream for the cops. Or beat the hell out of me.
It took me a while, what with four different skirts to pull up and keep out of the toilet - not to mention the fumbling with the underwear - - but I did my business finally, wiping instead of shaking like she'd suggested back at the house.
When I came out, I thought we'd just leave, but instead she walked over to the mirror and started dorking around with her lipstick. I was about to lean up against the wall to wait, when she caught my eye and jerked a finger.
Oh, I thought as I walked next to her and did the same thing. It took me longer, but she stalled to make me look normal. I finally got my lips redrawn, well enough I guess. We washed our hands and finally left. I'd almost sweated completely through the underwear.
"So who's going to be at the party?" I asked, eyeing a group of guys that were eyeing me.
"Lots of people. Don't stare, it's unmaidenly."
I made an unladylike noise. She hit me on the shoulder.
"Hey! Don't do that. I bruise easy."
She snorted. "You and your delicate skin."
*** 20:11 31 Oct
She rang the doorbell, and I grabbed the skirts nervously, wishing for pockets, or a different girlfriend, or a sword of my own, or something. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted, actually, except not to be here like this. Despite the pounds of clothing I was wearing, I felt strangely naked.
Too late, I thought as the door opened. A sexy witch opened the door. She looked like a medieval version of my previous costume.
"Hey Debbie, wow, hey, who's this?" she asked as she motioned us in. The house was mostly dark, and there were strange lights all over the place, spider webs on the ceiling, a couple of jack-o-lanterns on the table. The usual Halloween stuff.
"Hi Lisa! This is Valerie, she's a friend of mine from New York, visiting. Val, meet Lisa." I said hi, remembering to keep my voice like Debbie'd told me.
"That is a fantastic costume!" Lisa gushed as she led us into the house.
"Uh, thanks, it was Debbie's idea-"
The doorbell rang, and she stopped talking to us and went to answer it. I looked at Debbie, and she shrugged. "Let's mingle, eh?" she said, and wandered off. I followed, less from lack of a better idea than from fear at being left alone like this.
*** 20:39 31 Oct
"Uh, it's from Robin Hood, the movie? With Kevin Costner?"
"Oh, yeah," he nodded vacantly. I wished he would vacate, but he wouldn't. "So, what school do you go to?"
West Point, I thought, looking for Debbie. She promised she'd stick around, damnit! "Uh, Roosevelt. In New York. I'm here visiting. You know."
"Oh." He smiled at me, and tried to put his arm around my shoulder for the third time. I dodged again. Oh, please, Debbie, come back! "So, you seem kinda shy," he remarked, maneuvering for a fourth attempt.
"Ah. It's just I got over a bad case of mono recently, and I don't want to give it to anyone." Good lie, good lie...
"Oh. I had mono this summer too. Bummer, huh?"
Oh, fuck. "Yeah, bummer." Bad lie! Bad lie!
"So maybe it's like the measles," he said, like I knew he would. You only get measles once.
"Hey, Val!" called Debbie from across the room.
Thank you God, thank you! "Uh, I gotta go, sorrybye!"
I practically ran over to Debbie, who was by the stairs. She had some guy with her, and he had his arm around her waist. I was too scared to be really pissed.
"So, enjoying the party?" he asked. I stared at him. Die. Die die die die... Now I was really pissed.
"Val?"
"What?" I said, switching to looking at Debbie.
"Did you forget your Prozac tonight?"
"Yeah.... do you have any knives here?" I asked the guy. "Real sharp ones?"
"Uh," he said before Debbie led me off.
"Just a little blood, please?" I whined as a parting comment. The couples who had missed the rest of the conversation looked at me a little strangely. "He won't miss it."
"No, you promised you wouldn't cut anyone tonight," Debbie said. "Remember?"
"But the voices, Debbie, the voices..."
*** 21:02 31 Oct
"So how's this place compared to New York?" Mandy asked. I'd just met Mandy, and she thought my costume was "like, so rad!"
I sighed, and lied.
*** 21:19 31 Oct
He leaned back against the wall and asked, "So, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, not now. They said it'd take a while for the antibiotics to take effect, and maybe dating wasn't such a good idea for a while."
Pause.
What was Debbie doing? She kept running off-
"Oh." Pause. "So what year are you again?"
*** 21:31 31 Oct
"So what are you doing here if you live in New York?"
"Looking for fresh victims," I told him.
Debbie hit me on the shoulder. "Wrong costume, Val."
"Oh, yeah. Um, visiting my dad."
"Oh, that's cool. What year are you?"
*** 21:44 31 Oct
They started some music, and Debbie got grabbed up by some guy. Oh great, I thought. Then someone tapped my shoulder.
"Wanna dance?" he asked. He was a hunk, too. Oh, fuck, I thought. I was not into hunks. They usually ended up dating the women I wanted to date. Or beating me up. Or both. He was wearing a pirate outfit, too. Not a good sign. Especially with the cutlass hanging off his belt.
"Uh-"
"Oh, come on, you've been hanging in the shadows all evening. It'll be fun." He took my arm and started to pull.
"I can't dance," I said desperately.
"I'll show you!" he said, and tugged. I caught Debbie's eye, and she gave me a thumb's up. You bitch, I thought.
"Come on," and he gently dragged me out into the middle of the garage.
*** 22:13 31 Oct
"See? I told you it'd be easy," he said confidently. His name was Travis, he played basketball over at Red Hills, and his girlfriend was out of town for the weekend. I'd lied a lot. At least I was managing to keep everything straight in my head, so I could tell the same lies over and over.
"Yeah, I guess," I said. I was getting kind of tired.
"Tired?" he asked, reading my mind. I nodded, and he led me off the floor and back into the house.
He also led me into a seat on the couch right next to him. Oh, no, I thought. Debbie was in a big group, facing away from me. Somehow he managed to sit down with the cutlass. I wondered if he wore one all the time.
"So what year are you?" he asked.
I sighed. At least I was sitting down.
*** 22:39 31 Oct
"Hey, Val, I brought you a coke," said Debbie, interrupting the conversation. I'd found if I kept his mind on him, he'd keep his mind off of me. There was only so much I could lie in one day, and I was getting close to running out of imagination.
"Oh, thanks," I said, and took a big swig. At least he wasn't trying to feel me up.
"One more dance, and then I gotta go home," he said. "I'm sort of half grounded." He got up and pulled me with him.
"Half grounded?"
"I gotta be home by eleven. Come on,"
"Uh, wait," I protested.
"I'll hold your place for you," called Debbie after me. I saw her take a swig of my coke.
*** 22:41 31 Oct
It was a slow dance, of course. He held me close, of course. What he did not do was anything rude, like check my breasts for implants, or rub my butt for luck, or anything. I guess he was expecting his girlfriend to come back, or she had her friends spying on him, or something.
When it was over, he bent down and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Val, it's been really fun with you here," he said, and I almost believed him.
He led me back to the couch, and dropped me off with a kiss on the hand.
I could still feel his lips on my cheek. Oh, God...
"So, did you give him your phone number?" Debbie asked, giggling.
*** 22:49 31 Oct
"Debbie, I wanna go home!" I wailed quietly as she took me into the dark room.
"Shhh, there there, let Mommie Debbie fix you right up," she said as she shut the door.
I was going to say something else, but as soon as I figured out that the extra click I'd heard was her locking the door, she was groping me and rubbing up against me while sticking her tongue in my ear.
Then she bit my neck, lightly.
Then she looked up at me and said, "Ah, what a lovely fair maiden you are!" right before kissing me. This was better than this afternoon. Except for the maiden part.
I didn't realize I was going backwards until my knee bumped into the bed. I sat down rather suddenly.
She took the opportunity to end up on top of me. Grinning. Then kissing me, and licking, and nibbling, and fondling...
*** 22:53 31 Oct
"Oh, oh God, oh God Debbie, please don't stop, please, oh God..."
She stopped long enough to ask, "Aren't you glad you came to the party?"
"Oh God yes don't stop ahhhh...."
*** 22:56 31 Oct
"Now it's my turn," she chirped eagerly.
I moaned. "Debbie, I can't sit up. Oh, God, I feel like Jello. Warm Jello."
"You sure do," she said after sticking a hand in my crotch. "Hmm. Maybe you can just use those clever fingers of yours."
"What?"
In answer, she pulled down her tights and stuck my hand where she wanted it.
"Oh," I said, dumbfounded.
*** 23:03 31 Oct
I realized that I had been dating a closet case lesbian when she persisted in calling me "Valerie" even when she had me in hand, so to speak. I wondered if I should worry about it later. Or just not worry about it.
"Oh, God, yesssss..." She grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against her crotch.
Later, I thought firmly.
*** 23:11 31 Oct
"Just leave your fingers in there a minute," she gasped as she collapsed back on the bed. I shrugged mentally, but did like she wanted.
She wanted me to hold her like that, so we rearranged ourselves on the bed so we were pressed together. My fingers were still inside her. She wouldn't let me take them out. I really wanted to find out what it tasted like. Call me sick, I guess. On the other hand, almost everything else I'd heard about sex and girls so far had been proven wrong tonight. It figured.
We heard the click at the same time, but we were both so tired that we didn't react fast enough. I managed to pull my hand out right when the light came on.
"Oooh, sorry!" said Lisa. The guy behind her was staring at both of us, and starting to grin. Debbie pulled her tights back up quickly. I was covered already, thank God.
My hand was sticky, and I couldn't figure out what to do with it. I figured wiping it on me or Debbie was gonna get me in trouble with Debbie, and the bedsheets were out because of our hostess standing right there. So I licked 'em clean without thinking too much about it.
Lisa's eyes shot wide open.
It didn't taste at all like fish, either. It figured.
*** 23:14 31 Oct
"Isn't that going to damage your reputation?" I asked as I washed my hands.
"Naw," she said. "She knows about you. I told her tonight in case there was any problems. Lisa's a pervert anyway."
"That's not gonna matter to that guy she was with. And if someone tells him, I am gonna get screwed. There's too many people here..."
"Oh, so you did give Travis your number?" she said. I hit her. "Anyway," she said after she got done laughing, "Gary won't say anything. Nobody else has figured it out, I've been checking. So it just looked to him like Debbie and some girl, and he won't say anything about that. She'll just threaten to stop dating him, and he'll fall into line."
I wanted to laugh at Gary being pussy whipped, but I was in no position. Not in this dress.
"Besides, I don't think it would damage anything. If someone heard about it, they'd just go, 'Oh, it's Debbie, it figures.'"
I thought about it, and she was right. That's what I would have thought.
She led me out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and back into the living room. We joined a discussion on the couch. Something about relationships, in the continuing soap opera that was high school.
*** 23:36 31 Oct
"Hey, you think she's Sleeping Beauty?" someone said.
Huh? I thought dimly.
I figured it out just in time, because when I opened my eyes, there was a guy's face not six inches away. "Ahhh!" I shrieked.
"Ahhh!" he yelled back, and jerked backwards, and fell down.
Debbie was right, I was glad I had my legs together.
*** 23:50 31 Oct
"Oh, come on, the night's still young!" she said.
"Debbie, I can barely walk any-uh," I said as I ran into the doorframe. I stared at it for a while, trying to figure out how it had happened.
"Maybe you're right," she said, looking at me. "Besides, your makeup is beginning to fade, and I don't have the stuff here to fix it."
"Maybe you should have brought the toolbox," I said sarcastically. "It's only eighty pounds."
"Maybe I should call Travis up and give him your number for you."
I didn't even think she was kidding. "Oh, God, please, no..."
*** 00:02 1 Nov
"It was nice meeting you, Valerie" said Lisa as we left. "Hope to see you again. Later, Debbie, I'll call," and she shut the door.
"Do you think she was serious?" I asked, out of curiosity.
"Oh, sure." She grinned at me as she led me down the sidewalk. "You added a bit of spice to the party, that's for sure."
"Uhm," I said, wishing I'd brought a coat.
"Here, get close," she said, and pulled me against her. It was slightly warmer that way. Her hand on my butt I didn't mind.
*** 00:16 1 Nov
"You want to get something to eat?" she asked as she drove.
"How do you keep going?" I complained.
"Amphetamines."
Pause.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked.
She snorted. "Yeah, I'm kidding. Just a party animal, I guess."
I rolled over and closed my heavy heavy eyes.
*** 00:46 1 Nov
"How long is this going to take?"
"Ssshhhh! If you get this polish remover in your eye, you'll really regret it. Don't move."
She dabbled at my forehead with a Q tip, trying to get the acetone to where the wig was superglued to my head.
"Hmmmm."
"What?" Not like I was feeling paranoid or anything. Haha.
"Shhh." I gave up, and closed my eyes. God, was I tired.
"I'm a Software De-engineer." "You write software?" "No, I crash it."
TS Tip #1: If you tell people you're a woman, they will nod politely and not believe you.
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