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Gabicon!
Part 76
Dad
starting the car woke me up and the sunlight streaming into the room ensured
that sleep would not be returning. I glanced at the clock, urgh, half seven! I
decided to go for a ride before the day warmed up too much and I didn’t think
the neighbours would appreciate me starting on the lawn at this hour either.
I was at
least in a better mood this morning and I was quickly into a pleasant mile-eating
mode. Perhaps it’s the weather but even the motorists are being more
considerate this morning! It was just before nine when I got home, plenty early
enough to shower, breakfast and cut the grass – not necessarily in that order.
“What are
you up to today?” Jules enquired joining me at the breakfast bar.
“Cutting
the grass this morning then going over to Rhod’s this afternoon” I told her
“You’re not
in for tea then?”
“Nah. I’m
staying over at Mad’s, we’re leaving for this costume thing pretty early”
“Oh yeah.
I’d forgotten you were away this weekend”
“That’s
what I wanted the boots for remember?”
“So that’s
what you wanted them for. I did wonder”
I rolled my
eyes in exasperation.
“You doing
anything much?” I enquired
“I think a
bunch of us are going into Worksop. Can you change your bed clothes before you
leave, I’ll do a big wash tomorrow”
“Yes mum” I
mocked, then had to dodge Jules swipe.
This
developed rapidly into several minutes of my sister chasing me around the house
to exact her ‘revenge’.
“I give up”
I panted
“Right get
that bed stripped” she ordered.
I was still
working on the lawn when Jules left to meet here friends at eleven thirty; this grass cutting was taking a
lot longer than I thought it would! Still the day was pleasantly warm and I was
enjoying the smell of the new mown grass, it made the day seem really, I dunno,
fresh. I eventually finished the green swathe and set to cleaning the Flymo
up before putting it away.
My delayed
shower was all the better as I washed a combination of grass cuttings and sweat
from my scalp. I decided that my legs could do with a quick seeing to but
looking at the clock I was now running decidedly late, the legs would have to
wait. I dressed in shorts and a t, grabbed my phone charger and rucksack and
after locking up, left for the Peters place.
On one
level I was really looking forward to this weekend, three whole days away, with
my ‘girlfriend’. Then there was the down side – three days of dressing up in
stupid costumes and worse, girl costumes! I mused about all this as I walked
over and realised it didn’t bother me as much as I thought. What bothered me
more was stuff like yesterday, the reactions of that Danny kid and Jess? Why
did one think I was a girl and the other not? I suppose those two girls might
have sicced Danny on to me, a boy wearing white girls skates. And I guess Jess
saw the skates and saw what she wanted to see; the guys didn’t help naming me
Gaby to her.
“Hello! Anyone
in?” Mad’s voice broke my daydreaming.
“Oh hi Mad”
“I came
looking for you, you said twelve and it’s gone one now” she mentioned
“Sorry, the
grass took longer than I thought”
“Come on,
let’s get back to my place, Mum said she’d drop us off at Sylv’s”
“Okay” I
hadn’t noticed that we were still a couple of streets away from the Peters
residence.
Aunt C
dropped us outside the salon, promising to pick us up about five.
We went
into Sylv’s where the woman herself was at work on someone’s hair.
“Hi you
two, the others are already in back, go on through”
“Thanks”
Mad answered
I always
feel a bit uncomfortable in the salon although I’ve been in there hundreds of
times. We joined the rest of our gang in the lounge where there was an all out
PS2 battle going down.
“Hi guys, who’s
winning?” I greeted them
“Well it’s
not me” Rhod bemoaned
Despite the
pleasant day outside, everyone seemed content to be inside. Ally went to help
out in the salon after a while leaving us to Bernie’s tender mercies. I’d just
been trounced for the second time and was idly inspecting my legs when Sylv
came through.
“Anything
interesting Drew?”
My head
snapped up.
“Anything
interesting on there kiddo?” Sylv enquired
“Er no, I
was just checking for spots” I coloured up as I admitted what I was doing.
“Looks like
they need doing” everyone I know knows I shave my legs for my cycling.
“I didn’t
have time when I showered” I told her
“You’ll
need to do them later Drew” Mad advised, “you can’t have hairy legs this
weekend”
“What’s
this weekend?” Sylv asked
“Me and
Drew are going to Obicon with my parents”
“What’s
Obicon?” Rhod’s Mum pursued
“A sort of
costuming convention” I supplied
“Yeah and
Drew is gonna be wearing skirts all weekend” Mad went on oblivious to the shade
of crimson my face was assuming.
Sylv looked
thoughtful for a moment.
“Come with
me young man” she instructed
“Where?” I
said automatically getting up.
“The salon
silly, come on”
I shrugged
and followed her out into the shop.
“Let’s do
those legs for you,” she stated motioning me into the small curtained area she
used for privacy.
“Well if I
can borrow a razor” I started
“Don’t be
daft, I’ve got a gap in appointments, I’ll give you a wax. Now pop those shorts
off and lie on the table”
I
remembered last time, I had fallen asleep!
“Well okay
I s’pose”
I should
have run screaming, instead being conscious this time I just screamed as each
strip ripped the hair from my legs. I was in so much shock I didn’t realise she
was spreading the gunk up my arms too. After the first strip I didn’t have much
choice but to let her finish, I mean I’d look totally stupid with just one
hairless strip on one arm wouldn’t I?
“There you
go Drew, all nice and hairless”
“Remind me
never to volunteer for a wax job” I mentioned as I pulled my shorts back up my
now smooth legs, I shuddered at the delicious feel.
“What was
all that screaming about?” Rhod asked when I returned to the PS slaughterhouse.
“Your Mum
decided to wax my legs for me”
“Oh cool!”
Mad exclaimed
“And my
arms” I advised
“You let
her do that?” Bernie queried
“Let is a
very relative term” I stated
“Yeah, give
Mum an inch and she takes a mile” Rhod agreed
“Well I
wouldn’t want to agree for her to do anything” Mad mentioned
Ally
rejoined us, followed in short order by Sylv. We all trooped out into the back
yard for tea, which was a salad that Rhod and Ally had prepared earlier, when
did Rhod start with the food bit? What with my ‘beauty’ treatment, the
afternoon had flown by and we had barely finished eating when Mrs P arrived.
Mad and I bade our farewells and departed the tea party.
“Drew? You
know how you’ll be dressing as a girl most of the weekend?” Mad started
“Yes and
whatever it is no!” I stated
“You
haven’t heard yet” she pouted
“Alright,
what?”
“Well would
you mind pretending to be a girl as well?” she asked with that slightly
pleading inflection.
“I s’pose
not” I allowed
“Great!”
Mad enthused, “erm I don’t suppose you’d let me stick your breast forms on”
“Aren’t
your boobs big enough” I tried to deflect where she was going with this.
“Not on me
silly, on you”
“What about
travelling there?” that’ll catch her out
“What about
it?”
“Well they
are sort of obvious, especially on a boy. Like me” I suggested
“Dur,
you’ll travel dressed of course!” she threw at me
Of course I
knew that was what she was hinting at all along.
“Please
Drew, it would be so much easier too if you’re a ‘girl’ all weekend” she begged
Annoyingly
I could actually see her logic; it would be less embarrassing if I was a girl
wearing these costumes, and it’s not as though I hadn’t done it before.
“I said I
wasn’t doing that stuff again, remember?”
“I know but
please Drew, pretty please” she fluttered her eyelashes and looked coyly at me.
“If I do
it, it’s positively the last time” I asserted
“You’ll do
it?”
“Okay I’ll
do it” I agreed
“Brill!”
she enthused, grabbing me in a bear hug.
“Give over”
“Sorry
Drew”
“If I’m
doing it lets get it sorted” I suggested
An hour
later I was sat watching telly with my cousin, aunt and uncle wearing a denim
miniskirt and a silky pink top with spaghetti straps, fashionably showing my
bra straps. Deep joy! The unfamiliar feeling of the breast forms tugging at my
chest disturbed me just enough to put me off the Blackadder repeat we were
supposedly watching. So much for no more Gabrielle Peters! The elder Peters
family members were totally unfazed when I joined them; I got the feeling they
were expecting my appearance as Gaby.
Next
morning we drove down to Dunstable where the ‘con’ is taking place, I was
feeling more ‘Gaby’ like and with everyone referring to me as Gaby I was pretty
relaxed. Instead of going straight to the con we drove up to Whipsnade Park,
the country retreat for London Zoo. I’m not a great fan of Zoo’s but Whipsnade
is a very open place, neither a full cage affair nor safari park, rather
somewhere in between concentrating on breeding rare animals. Mad and I walked
round arm in arm like girlfriends, well I guess that’s what we are! We had
lunch there then took a circuitous route, well I think we got a bit lost
actually, to the hotel hosting the con and where we are staying.
We
registered for our rooms and I joined Mad in lumping our luggage up to the
eighth floor! I had forgotten what we were supposed to wear by way of costumes
today, I was not a happy bunny when I realised it was Sailor Moon day! Bum!
It was
nearly three when we joined the now costumed Peters seniors to go and register
for the con itself. Mrs P was wearing a long diaphanous white frock and pointy
ears, I thought she was supposed to be from Lord of the Rings. Mad’s Dad made a
pretty convincing LOTR wizard; the Peters never do anything by half measures!
With Mad and I in our Sailor Moon outfits we joined the short queue for
registration in the hotel reception area.
The girls
doing the registration used a mini Polaroid camera to get a passport sized
picture, which they laminated onto our con id cards. All weekend my id would
show me wearing Mad’s long wig and a ‘cute’ hair bow. Yeagh! Once inside it was
an eye opener for me as a con virgin. Mad had tried to explain the format to me
but to be honest I hadn’t really been paying attention.
“Okay you
two, meet your Dad and I here at six and we’ll go for dinner” Aunt C suggested
“Kewl!” Mad
agreed, I was still bewildered looking around the main hall.
“Come on
Gab” Mad pulled me along into the hall proper.
“Where’re
we going?” I asked
“Lets have
a look round the stalls first”
I was
surprised and a bit embarrassed the first time someone stopped us for a
picture. Mad gleefully posed and I imitated her position much to the delight of
the David Bailey wannabe. What worried me most was that lots of people would
have pictures of Gaby by the end of the weekend, if this was anything to go by.
“Does that happen a lot?” I asked my girlfriend
“Oh yeah, loads, “ she told me, “sometimes you get like loads of
people taking pictures and sometimes you get pulled into group shots as well.”
“I wish
you’d said before”
“I thought
you realised, you’ve seen all the pictures on the net” Mad temporised
“You mean
they could get on the internet too?”
“Course,
I’d be surprised if someone hasn’t got pictures posted by next weekend” she
advised me.
“Just what
I need” I sighed
“There are
spot prizes as well, so smile a lot” she advised
I was less
than keen on this aspect of the weekend but it was a bit late to wimp out now.
We strolled around the sales stands; you could get some really cool stuff and
some pretty weird stuff too! Comics, posters and all that sort of show spin off
stuff was on offer next to costume accessories, even full costumes. One guy had
a little booth where he was taking professional portraits of costumers.
I was
amazed at the range of costumes, just about everyone, including the
stallholders, was in costume. I recognised some, others were a little more obscure,
and the one thing that marked all of them was the enthusiasm and effort behind
them. And everywhere people were taking photos!
“Hey,
they’ve got Final Fantasy running in five minutes” Mad pointed out
“I need the
toilet first” I mentioned
“Come on
then, they’re over here” Mad led the way to one of the most bizarre sights I’ve
ever seen.
We joined
the queue (there is always a queue at any ladies lav!), where we waited
with a variety of elves, super heroes and anime characters. One girl drew my attention,
her hair was dyed bright orange and it was not a wig! I then recalled the
picture of Mad with green hair from the last one of these things she attended.
“Hey Mad,
you remember when you dyed your hair green?”
“Of course,
that was so cool!” she enthused
“Well how
come it wasn’t green afterwards, I mean Pinkie’s hair is taking an age to grow
out.”
“Dur! I
only used a temporary dye of course. You comb it in then it shampoos out.”
“Right!”
“You
thought I really dyed it? Mum would have a fit!”
“I guess,”
I admitted
“Tell you
what, we’ll get some this weekend and you can try it”
“I don’t
think so”
“Come on we
can just get the start of the film.”
Indeed we
did get back to the film room just as they started the tape. I like that film,
you are often not sure if it’s real or animation, Mad gave me a prod when she
saw my FF costume, it looked real nice on the screen, I’m not so sure about
with me wearing it though!
We got back
to the entrance just before six to find Mad’s parents waiting.
“Enjoy yourselves?”
Aunt Carol asked
“Yeah,
we’ve just been watching Final Fantasy” Mad told her
“Come on
then girls, lets go eat” Mr P suggested.
We trooped
through to the hotel restaurant where we joined several other conventioners who
were already seated. I had almost gotten used to my brief costume but was
reminded of it when the waiter seated us. We must have looked a strange sight,
an elf, two Sailor girls and a wizard sat eating breadsticks.
“So what do
you think Gaby?” Mrs P asked over the main course
“It’s
certainly different” I allowed
“Tomorrow
is a lot better, more people, more events and the competitions tomorrow
night" Mr Peters mentioned
“Great” I
tried to sound more enthusiastic than I felt
By the time
we finished eating, the con had shut down for the night, me and Mad went back
up to our room while the Peters senior joined a crowd of conventioners in the
hotel bar.
Back in our
room, (two single beds!), we stripped off our Sailor Moon outfits and replaced
them with shortie pyjamas. We spent the rest of the evening watching MTV and
stuffing our faces with chocolate and crisps! Mad insisted on painting all my
nails with a pale pink varnish ‘ready for tomorrow night’. At least for most of
Saturday I would be dressed a lot less showy; Mad on the other hand was going
to be hard to miss!
We finally
collapsed into bed about midnight after a smoochie goodnight kiss. How odd
can you get – here I am wearing girls pj’s, with falsies sharing a room with my
girlfriend who is more than happy to smooch me looking like this. Perhaps Mum’s
suggestion holds some water; perhaps Mad does fancy girls! I can live with that
as long as I’m the girl. Hang on what am I saying? I glanced over to where
Mad was softly snoring in the gloom of our room. How many boys my age get to
share a room with their girlfriend? Precisely none. With that thought I dropped
off.
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