Synopsis: Mike and his best friend
Tim are both 14 and very straight. Tim has a crush on Mike's mom. It seems he
has a fetish for women that smoke and Mike's mother is more than he can
resist. He also has a thing for women's clothes. One night Tim breaks into
Mike's house to try on his mother's clothes. He gets away and his friend takes
the heat when his mother finds the clothes in his room. See what happens
next. As always, if you don't like smoking then please don't read my stories.
Between Friends
By slimv
December 1, 2004
The Walkers had
become the perfect family. They had succeeded in breaking the cycle of abuse.
Their son thrived in the environment of love and acceptance his parents had
provided.
Mike excelled in both
sports and academics. He was his parent's pride and joy. He was a student of
the "Golden Rule" and was admired by all his peers. At 14, his
future was bright. He wasn't tall or stout, but his speed had earned him a
position on the varsity football team as a freshman. His life was a living
example of the way things should be. He didn't drink or smoke. He was dating
a cheerleader. Although they hadn't sex yet, they had come close many times.
It wasn't fear of his parent's disapproval that made him stop short. They
would have understood. His dad had even given him condoms. It was just that
he felt he wasn't ready for such an emotionally charged event.
Tim Hammonds was Mike's
best friend. They had been inseparable since meeting in the first grade.
Mike's parents adored Tim and thought of him as a second son. In their eyes,
he could do no wrong and was always above suspicion.
Tim had a dark side.
Women smokers turned him on and Mike's mom had been the subject of his
fantasies for as long he could remember. He also had a thing for women's
clothes. He wasn't gay by any means, but that didn't stop him from fantasizing
about what it would be like to be Candice Walker or to be with her. In his
room late at night, he imagined Mrs. Walker in her nightgown, smoking her
cigarettes as he beat off.
Why the interest in
Mrs. Walker? Why not his own mother? For starters, his mother didn't smoke.
She was his mom and nothing about her appealed to him sexually. She was also
much smaller than him. Her clothes would be a tight fit. But Mrs.
Walker...everything about her was perfect.
His parents kept a key
to the Walker's house. Candice had asked Tim's mom to hold it in case an
emergency arose. And an emergency was rising in Tim's groin.
How many times had Tim
imagined himself sneaking up the stairs to Mr. and Mrs. Walker's bedroom? He
saw himself stripping down and slipping into one of Mrs. Walker's long satin
gowns. He saw himself lighting one of her Virginia Slims and admiring himself
in the mirror as he smoked it. Talk about crazy thoughts. He had never even smoked
a cigarette in his life! But still...he would love to try it. The thought of
doing so made him feel closer to Candice Walker.
Tim thought of the key
stowed securely at home as the Walkers invited him to join them for dinner.
They were going out for Mexican. He loved Mexican, but he loved the thought of
Candice Walker's sexy lingerie even more. He thanked them but waived off the
invitation, saying he had too much homework and not enough time.
So there he was,
outside the Walker's house, hiding in their bushes with a spare key to their
house as he watched the family back down their driveway.
He let himself in and
locked the door behind him. He climbed the stairs just as he had done a
hundred times before in his head. He bypassed Mike's room and entered the
master. He was in luck. Mrs. Walker had left almost a full pack of Virginia
Slims and a lighter on top of her dresser. He stroked the pack lovingly with
his finger and then turned his attention to the closet.
He felt like Indiana
Jones as he explored the treasures to be found in Mrs. Walker's closet. He saw
the prize immediately. Tim removed the pink satin gown from its hanger and
laid it on the bed while he searched through her dresser drawer for a pair of
panties and a bra. What a rush! He quickly stripped and made a pile of his
clothes on the floor.
The bra was giving him
fits as he reached behind his back to fasten the clasps. Eventually hook met
clip and the empty cups protruded from his chest. He stuffed them with panties
from Mrs. Walker's lingerie drawer. Nice, he thought, as he slipped the chosen
pair of panties over his hairy legs. The silk felt like heaven as it hugged
his erect penis. He turned to the bed and admired the gown as it stretched
across the quilt. He picked it up and slipped it over his head. A shiver of
joy shot up his spine as the silky hem fell to his ankles.
He stumbled to the
dresser and picked up Mrs. Walker's pack of Virginia Slims. He stared at
himself in the mirror as he held the pack. He didn't know why but he twisted
his hips back and forth as he pulled a cigarette from the pack.
He placed the long
white cigarette between his lips but stopped short of lighting it. He didn't
really want to smoke. He just liked the look. Smoking wasn't for him. It was
for women. Holding it between his fingers while imagining a conversation
between him and Mrs. Walker was good enough.
"Oh Tim," he
said as he played the role of Mrs. Walker. "It's so nice to see you, but
Mike is out with his father right now."
"I'm sorry,"
said Tim as he played himself. "I can come back later. Can you tell Mike
I stopped by?"
"Yes, I could, but
you could stay and tell him yourself when he gets back. Oh, please stay Tim.
I'm so lonely."
"Well, OK Mrs.
Walker. If you insist."
"I do insist
Tim."
Tim batted his eyes at
the mirror and flirted with himself as he raised the unlit cigarette to his
lips."
"Oh Dear!"
"What's wrong Mrs.
Walker?"
"It's my lighter
Tim. It doesn't seem to work and I need a cigarette so badly. I just love to
smoke when I'm wearing my sexy silky nightgown. It makes me feel oh so
good."
"No problemo Mrs.
Walker. Allow me."
Tim flicked the lighter
to life and simulated the lighting of Mrs. Walker's cigarette.
He raised the unlit
cigarette to his lips and pretended to inhale an imaginary puff of smoke.
"Oh thank you
Tim. You're such a gentleman! I don't know what I would have done if you
hadn't stopped by."
Tim puckered his lips
as if he was Mrs. Walker. He embraced himself and fell upon the bed.
"Oh yes, oh
yes!" he screamed as he pretended to make love passionate love to the
older woman.
It was over almost as
soon as it started. Sperm gushed from his adolescent penis and pooled between
his panties and stomach. It was then that he saw the headlights from a car
reflect off the walls as it motored up the driveway.
"OH SHIT!"
He jumped out of bed
and tore Mrs. Walkers clothes away from his body. His heart raced. He felt so
clumsy. His life was passing away. To be discovered meant total humiliation.
He picked up everything. His clothes. Her clothes. The cigarettes. The
lighter. He bunched them in his arms and ran to Mike's room just as the front
door to the house was opening. Mike's room faced the back yard. The drop from
the window was steep, but he would live. Even death was preferable to being
caught like this. He finished stripping and did a quick change back into his
own clothes.
Oh shit, he thought.
Her clothes! What am I going to do with them? Mike's closet door was open.
His dirty clothes lay in a pile. This will have to do, he thought as he
bunched up all of Mrs. Walker's belongings and shoved them into the pile of
dirty clothes.
A voice from downstairs
grew louder. Maybe it was Mike. So what if it was? There was nothing he
could say that would explain what he'd done. He opened Mike's window. He was
in luck as there wasn't a screen. He straddled the windowsill as footsteps
approached from the stairs. He closed his eyes and prayed as he fell into the
cool night air. He landed with a thud. His ankle burned but he swallowed the
scream. He crawled to the side of the house and sat in the dark as he waited
for the pain in his ankle to subside.
*****
Tim caught the school
bus the next morning and took a seat beside Mike. He was too ashamed to look
his friend in the eye. He just nodded as his friend told him about the dinner
he had missed.
*****
"Paul, come home.
I think we have a problem with Mike."
Paul listened to the
worry in his wife's voice as he held the phone to his ear. "What is it
Honey. Tell me."
"I can't Paul.
Not on the phone. Please come home. There's something you need to see."
*****
Paul pushed open the
front door and yelled to his wife. "Candice, I'm home!"
"I'm upstairs in
Mike's room!"
Paul climbed the stairs
and was surprised to see his wife sitting on Mike's bed smoking a cigarette. A
pile of her clothes lay by her feet. She was in tears.
"What's wrong Dear?
Why are you smoking in Mike's room? I thought we agreed his room would be
smoke-free."
"I don't think it
matters anymore," said Candice as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I found these hidden in his room," she said as she held up the pack
of Virginia Slims for him to see.
"Oh my God,"
said Paul. "I wonder when he started smoking."
"It gets
worse," said Candice as she bent down and picked her clothes off the
floor. "Mike has been wearing my clothes Honey. I think...our son is
gay!"
"Oh my God,"
said Paul. "I wonder when he started liking boys. What are we going to
do Candice?"
"We're going to
help him. We have to Paul. I've read about these kinds of things. If our son
is gay then we can't change him and you know how addictive smoking is. We have
to accept the fact that our son is a gay smoker."
"Oh my God, said
Paul. "Well I guess that means he shouldn't play football anymore. I
feel so guilty about this. All this time I thought he was playing sports and snogging
girls cause he wanted to be like his old man and now I find out that he wanted
to be like you."
Candice sniffed.
"Do you really think he wants to be like me?"
"Of course. It's
obvious to me and it should be to you too. You know how much he loves you.
All this time you've been his role model and we didn't know it. He must have
started smoking and wearing your clothes so he could feel more like you. It
makes sense if you think about it."
"Yes, I guess it
does. I feel so bad. Why didn't he tell us? Why did he feel the need to hide
it from us?"
"Well obviously
he's embarrassed about it. I know I would be. I wouldn't be surprised if he
denies everything, even when we confront him with the evidence."
"Do you think we
should let him know that we know about his secret?"
"Absolutely Candice.
We can't ignore this. It won't go away. If we love him, we will find a way to
help him come to terms with this. We have to let him know that being a gay
smoker doesn't make him a bad person. Hell honey, you smoke and you're not a
bad person. I know you're not gay, but you wear women's clothes. Well if you
can do it so can Mike."
"But what if he
resists. What if he's too ashamed to let us help him?"
"We have to be
strong Candice. We can't take no for an answer. His future happiness depends
on him completely accepting his condition. And he has to know we support
him."
"So what should we
do first," asked Candice?
"Everything,"
said Paul. "I'll start with his room while you go shopping. He's going
to need a new wardrobe now that he's our daughter. And this room will never do
for a girl. Why look at it! It's full of boy clothes and boy stuff. He must
hate it! I'll throw away his things and paint the walls pink. Girls like pink
don't they?"
"They love it
honey. Oh, you're so smart. I'm so glad I married you."
Paul stuck out his
chest and put his hands on his hips. He felt like a super hero.
She kissed her husband
goodbye and rushed off to the mall.
*****
Mike returned from
football practice covered with dirt and sweat. Tim's dad had dropped him off.
Paul greeted him with a
hug as he walked through the door. Though this was unusual, Mike shrugged it
off and asked where his mother was.
"She's upstairs
drawing you a nice hot bath. Why don't you go upstairs and get cleaned up.
Dinner will be ready when you're done."
"Bath? I haven't
taken a bath since I was a kid. I'm a shower man like you."
"Nonsense. A bath
would be good for you. Just the thing you need for those aching muscles of
yours."
"Whatever,"
said Mike. He went upstairs and greeted his mother who led him to the
bathroom.
She gave her son a
nervous smile and offered to help him with his clothes.
"It's OK mom.
Thanks. But I can get my self undressed."
"Very well. I'll
just turn my back until you're in the water. You know you shouldn't be
embarrassed. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"What? You're
going to stay here while I take a bath?" he asked as he put his feet in
the water and slowly sat down in the tub. "Don't you have better things
to do?"
"Not today,"
said Carol as she took a razor from the sink and knelt by the tub.
"What's that
for," asked Mike?
"It's for your
legs silly. I'm going to shave them and make them smooth like mine."
"Oh no you're
not!"
"Oh yes I
am!"
Their eyes locked. He
blinked first.
"Why?"
"Because it feels
nice to have smooth legs," said Carol. "I want you to experience
what it's like and I don't want any arguments."
Mike scowled as his
mother soaped his legs and stroked the razor across his skin. But he had to
admit she was right. It did feel kind of nice.
"There, all done!
Now towel off and meet me in your room. I went shopping today and bought you
some new clothes. I can't wait to show them to you!"
Mike loved his parents
dearly but man they could really be weird at times. He grunted as he took the
towel from her.
He stepped out of the
tub and onto the bath mat as he dried himself off. Damn. His legs. They did
feel nice! But still, he hoped it wouldn't take long for the hair to grow back.
The same went for his armpits.
He reached for his
bathrobe that normally hung from a hook on the back of the door. In its place
was a silk housecoat; much like the one his mother wore. What the hell, he
thought as he put it on. It was only until he got down the hall to his room.
"My walls!
They're pink," he yelled as he walked inside.
"Yes they are
dear. You're father worked on your room all day. We still have some things to
do. I was thinking maybe we could put a vanity in the corner. It would give
you a place to put on your makeup."
"What are you
taking about? Hey, why are all your clothes in my closet Mom? What did you do
with all my stuff?"
"Your father gave
them to the Salvation Army. It would have been such a waste to just throw them
away."
"OK, well you
could have asked me first. After all, they were my clothes."
"Your father and I
decided it would be best if we made your decisions for you, at least until
we've all had time to adjust. But don't worry sweetheart. You're father and I
support you and we're going to help you through this. Everything is going to
be all right. You'll see."
Mike rolled his eyes.
He was getting impatient. "Whatever mom. I just need to know where my
new clothes are. You bought me some right? You wouldn't just throw away my
old clothes without getting me some new ones. Right?"
Candice smiled at her
soon to be daughter. "Of course honey. You're new clothes are in your
closet. I was thinking since it was just three of us, we could keep it casual
for tonight. Look at this," she said as she reached into the closet.
"I bought you a nightgown just like mine since I know how much you like
it?"
"What? Mom, are
you out of your mind? Where are my clothes?"
"It's like I said
dear. These are your clothes. If you don't like the nightgown, I'm sure we
can find something else."
Mike stared at her,
dumbfounded.
"Oh dear, I left
my cigarettes in the kitchen. Sweetheart would you mind terribly if I had one
of yours. I think they're in your purse- on your bed."
"Quit acting like
this mom. I don't smoke and I don't have a purse. That's your purse on the
bed!"
"Don't be silly
sweetheart. I bought it for you from Lord and Taylor's. Isn't it darling? It
goes with almost all the clothes I picked out for you," she said as
retrieved the pack of Virginia Slims and shook loose two cigarettes.
She kept one for
herself and offered the other to Mike who refused.
"Take it
sweetheart," she said firmly. "Please don't make this harder than it
needs to be."
Mike took the cigarette
and sat down on the bed. "Mom, will you tell me what's going on? Why are
you and dad doing this to me? Did I do something wrong? Are you punishing me
for something?"
"I'll tell you
after you light your cigarette."
Mike took the lighter
from his mom and lit up. The smoke tasted harsh and he was careful not to
inhale. "There, are you happy? Now will you tell me?"
"You didn't
inhale. Please sweetie. Show mommy how you inhale."
Never in his wildest
dreams had he ever imagined a scenario such as this taking place between him
and his mother. He always thought she would freak out if he ever tried smoking
and here she was encouraging him to start. She was even asking him to inhale!
The truth of the matter was, his mother was the reason he'd never tried it
before. He knew it would break her heart and that wasn't worth satisfying his
curiosity, but now...
"It's OK honey.
You can do it. You're not going to get in trouble. You're father and I have
already talked about it and we both feel it's for the best so go ahead. Take a
puff for mommy and let her see you inhale."
The look of love and
acceptance on her face was too much for him to resist. Besides he was
curious. He had thought about smoking at least a million times but had always
resisted the temptation. But she had removed the fear of consequence. He
lifted the cigarette to his lips and pulled softly on the filter. Warm smoke
entered his mouth. He parted his lips as he'd seen his mother do a million
times before and breathed in. It was somewhat painful but he resisted the urge
to cough."
His mother smiled
approvingly. "That's it sweetheart. Do it again."
He did. The second
puff was more pleasant than harsh.
"What's going on
Mom? Please tell me."
"It's OK dear. We
know. Your father and I know and we're OK with it. I found my stuff in your
closet honey. It's OK. I'm not mad. I just wish you would have come to your
father and me and told us how you were feeling. You didn't have to hide it
from us."
"Hide what mom? I
don't have any idea about what you're talking about."
"I found my
lingerie and cigarettes where you hid them in your closet- in the pile,
underneath your dirty clothes. I even saw where you had an orgasm in my
panties. You don't have to hide your feelings anymore. It's OK to be who you
really are. I know you want to be my daughter and I think that's just fabulous
Sweetie."
"You do?"
He was confused by the
sincerity of his mother's emotions. Maybe she did find something. But he
wasn't responsible for it. This was a mistake- a huge misunderstanding. But
he knew his parents. They wouldn't let it go. He knew from experience they
would see his denial as a scream for help. Better to go with the flow until he
could figure things out on his own and explain it to them later.
Candice put a loving
arm around her son's shoulders and exhaled her smoke. "It's OK sweetie.
Your father and I know how difficult it must be for you to come out of the
closet that's why we took the liberty of filling your closet." She
giggled at her own joke. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm not
laughing at you. I'm laughing with you. Think of all the fun we'll have now
that I know. We can go shopping together. And you can tell me all about the boys
you're dating. We'll be just like a real mother and daughter. Look at us!
We're already bonding! You will be our daughter from now on and your father
and I will call you Michelle."
He shivered at the
sound of his name being pronounced in the feminine tense.
She stood up from the
bed and took his hand. "We've wasted enough time. Now let me help you
with your make-up so you can get dressed. I know how eager your father is to
meet his new daughter."
*****
Paul Walker blinked at
the sight of his son made-up and dressed in the frilly pink gown. "Oh my!
Mike..."
"Michelle,"
said his wife, correcting him.
"Michelle, you're
beautiful," said his father. "I had no idea. You look just like a
girl. I guess I better keep my shotgun handy for all the boys that will be
sniffing around."
"Quit it dad. I'm
just doing this because you threw away all my clothes and you and mom think I'm
gay. Heck Dad, I don't even smoke. I know what you're thinking but you're
wrong."
"Don't try to
fight it son, I mean sweetheart, you can be yourself around us. We love you
for who you really are- not who we think you used to be."
"Great, so what's
for dinner?"
*****
"What am I going
to do about school tomorrow mom? Can you wash the clothes I wore today?"
"She can't,"
said his father. "I already threw them away. You have plenty of good
clothes and I have the credit card receipts to prove it."
"I'm not going to
school like this."
"Of course not
Honey," said his mom. "No one wears their pajamas to school. I was
thinking you could wear your plaid skirt and yellow polo blouse. They go
perfect together."
"Mom, I'm not
going to argue about how well they go together, I'm just telling you that I
can't wear girl clothes to school. The guys would kill me. I can't smoke
either. The coach will kick me off the team if he finds out."
Paul Walker cleared his
throat. "Umm, your coach already knows about your smoking. I called him
while you were taking a bath. And you're right. He did kick you off the
team."
"Why the long face
dear?" asked his mother. "You didn't really like that nasty old
school of yours anyway. It was so repressive. But don't you worry. Your
father made a few calls and got you registered at another school as Michelle
Candice Walker! I hope you don't mind having my first name as your middle
name, but the lawyer didn't give us much time to think about it. All your
papers will be ready the day after tomorrow, and you can start school as
Michelle next week!"
"OK," said
Mike glumly. "So what am I going to do tomorrow since I'm not going to
school?"
"Well that's the
best part," said his father. "Do you remember Dr. Peterson? He
lived on the commune with your mother and I. I called him today and told him
about your situation. He was only too happy to lend a helping hand."
"Great Dad. Dr.
Peterson is an ear, nose and throat specialist. What's he going to do? Clean
the wax out of my ears?"
"He does cosmetic
surgery on the side now," said Candice. He's going to give you big new
breasts tomorrow- just like Mommy's!"
"Oh boy."
"And," said
Paul, "He's going to restring your vocal chords so you sound more like a
girl."
Mike didn't know what
to say, so he lit a cigarette instead. It actually made him feel better."
*****
Tim began to worry when
his friend didn't show up for school the next day. Later at practice, the
coach announced that Mike had been kicked off the team for breaking team rules,
but he didn't offer any details.
He showed up on the
Walker's doorstep unannounced after practice and rang the doorbell.
"Hi Timmy,"
said Mrs. Walker as she opened the door.
Tim noticed she was
holding a cigarette and hoped she would give him a show.
"Mike wasn't in
school today and the coach kicked him off the team. Is he OK?"
"I think you
better come inside. Since you're his best friend, you need to hear about
this."
Mrs. Walker led him
inside and asked him to have a seat.
"Mike is upstairs,
but before you see him, there's something you need to know."
*****
Holy shit! Mrs. Walker
found where he stashed her clothes and the cigarettes. She thought Mike did
it. She told him that his best friend was some kind of a gay smoker who wanted
to be a girl!
What the hell! Tim
knew the Walkers were weird but all this? Breast implants, new clothes,
permission to smoke, a new school! All because he had jacked off in Mrs.
Walkers panties and hid them in Mike's closet.
Tim felt like shit.
"Can I see him
now?"
"Yes, but please
be sure to call him by his feminine name. We're all trying to get used to it.
Sometimes we slip but we have to try."
*****
Tim knocked on Mike's
door.
"Who is it?"
asked a sweet sounding voice from the other side.
"It's Tim. Let me
in."
"No. Go away. I
don't want you to see me like this."
"Come on Dude.
Let me in. You're mom told me everything. You got tits now. So what? Let me
in."
Mike opened the door.
Tim gawked.
"You're staring at
me," said Mike. "You're staring at my tits. You want to touch them
don't you?"
"Can I?"
"Sure! Do it!
Knock your self out and then get over it."
Tim put his hand on his
friend's breasts. They were soft, yet firm. "Wow, they're as big as your
mom's!"
"Tell me about
it," said Mike as he turned around and picked up the pack of cigarettes.
"Want one," he asked?
"No dude. When
did you start smoking?"
"Yesterday. I
thought I would hate it but it's not half bad. In fact I kind of like it but
it's not like I have a choice. My parents are making me smoke. They think I'm
addicted but I'm just too ashamed to be honest with them about it."
"Wow, that is
weird," said Tim. "Well if it helps any, at least you look
good."
Mike exhaled a lungful
of smoke. "Do you really think so or are you just saying that?"
"No man. I mean
it. You look great. You're hot. I mean Geeze dude, you weren't bad looking
for a guy, but as a girl- you rock! And the way you're smoking that cigarette;
you're doing it just like a girl. How'd you learn to smoke like that?"
Mike laughed.
"Mom taught me. She says since I have to smoke, I might as well look good
doing it, so she taught me to smoke like a lady."
"You're mom knows
what she's talking about. It looks real good on you."
Mike studied his
friend's expression. "You're serious, aren't you? You're not kidding. I
look good to you. So who's the fag, really?"
"Quit that,"
said Tim. "I'm not a fag, but when I see you, I don't see a guy. I see a
really hot chick and I can't help it. It's not my fault you look good."
"I do look pretty
good, don't I?"
Tim nodded. "Hey,
you want to get out of here for awhile. Maybe your parents can drop us off at
the mall."
"What? Go out
looking like this? You're crazy. What if someone sees me?"
"Believe me,
looking like that, everyone is going to see you, but they're not going to know its
you. Come on. Let's go ask your mom."
*****
"I think that's a
wonderful idea," said Candice. "Michelle needs to get out of the
house. That's so sweet of you Tim, for wanting to help. Michelle is a very
lucky to have a friend like you!"
Tim blushed.
Paul Walker came up
beside Tim and put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Take good care of my
daughter and treat her like a lady or you and I will be having a long talk
later on."
"Yes sir Mr.
Walker. I'll take good care of her."
*****
"You're staring at
my breasts again."
"I know. I can't
help it. They're so big."
"Tell me about
it. They're heavy too. I lose my balance and fall forward every time I stand
up. Hey isn't that Cindy Martin over there?"
Tim followed Mike's
finger. "Yeah, that's her. She's one hot babe. Too bad for you she
isn't a lesbian."
"Very funny,"
said Mike. "Hey, what's that in her hand? It looks like a
cigarette."
"Yeah, Cindy
smokes."
"Gross," said
Mike. "I didn't know that."
"What's so gross
about it? Your mom smokes and she's not gross."
"She's my mom
dude. I'm talking about real girls. I've never kissed one that smokes. Have
you?"
"No, but I don't
think I'd mind. I bet it would be really cool."
"Well good luck.
You can tell me what it's like. Speaking about smoking, I could use a
cigarette. Damn, you don't know how much smoking sucks. It's so addictive. I
see why people do it now, but I'd still hate to kiss a girl that smokes."
"You're a walking
contradiction," said Tim as he steadied Michelle's lighter with his hand.
"Thanks Tim.
You're such a gentleman," he said mockingly as he exhaled. "Let's
get out of here. I think it's time for my mom to pick us up."
As they walked toward
the front of the mall, Tim couldn't help but notice all the stares they were
getting. His ego was pumped from being seen with a girl who looked as good as
Michelle, even though that girl was really Mike- his best friend.
"I wish I could
figure out how all this happened," said Mike as he pulled on the
cigarette.
"Maybe it was your
dad."
"Ah don't be
silly. My dad would never smoke a cigarette and he wouldn't wear girl's
clothes in a million years."
"Yeah, I guess
you're right. Is it really that bad? You know. Being a girl?"
"Not really,"
said Mike. "It sucked at first. But then I thought, what the fuck. It's
not like I can talk my parents out of it. It's actually kind of fun hanging
out with my mom, but it's not like I want to spend the rest of my life like
this."
"So what about the
new school. Are you ready for your first day?"
"You're kidding
right? I didn't like school as a boy. Why would I like it as a girl? You're
not going to tell the guys at school about me are you?
"Course not.
You're secret is safe with me."
"Good. Cause I'm
thinking, once mom and dad figure out they made a mistake I can go back to
school with you and get back on the team next year."
"Speaking of
football, what are you doing about homecoming? Are you still taking Kelly to
the dance?"
Mike stopped dead in
his tracks. "Oh shit! Kelly! I forgot about her. I can't take her to
the dance looking like this. What am I going to do? This sucks. I can't even
call her on the phone. My voice is all changed. She'll just think I'm a girl
calling, pretending to be me. I'm fucked."
"Relax man. I'll
tell her tomorrow when I see her in school."
"Tell her
what?"
"I don't know.
I'll make something up. I'll say you got so upset about getting kicked off the
team that you moved in with your aunt and your going to a different
school."
"OK. Thanks. I
owe you one."
Tim raced in front of
Mike as they approached the entrance and held the door open for his friend.
"Thanks,"
said Mike. You really are a gentleman."
"That I am,"
he said as he opened the car door and allowed Mike to slide in first.
"Well it looks as
if the two of you survived your trip to the mall," said Candice as she
shifted into drive and stepped on the gas.
"It wasn't so bad
once I got used to walking in the heels," said Mike.
"That's good
sweetheart. I knew you could do it," she said as watched them in the
rearview mirror. She smiled as she watched Michelle take a cigarette out and
hold it to his lips while Tim lit it for him.
"Oh Honey!"
exclaimed Candice. "You're smoking in front of me. I'm so glad you feel
comfortable enough to do that."
"It's not like I
have a choice mom. I kind of like it now. Quitting is going to be real
hard."
"That's the spirit
Honey! By the way dear, there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I
talked to your new principal yesterday and it seems your new school is having
their homecoming tomorrow. Your father and I would really like it if you
went. We think it would be good for you socially. I was thinking you could
wear one of the new dresses I bought yesterday."
"Geeze Mom, when
is this going to end? I'm a boy. I'm not a girl. No girl in her right mind
is going to go out with me looking like this. I already asked Tim to break up
with Kelly for me."
"I was thinking
that if Tim wasn't busy, and since he knows about your situation, maybe he
could take you to your dance. It would be like a practice date for when you
meet a boy you really like."
"Sure Mrs.
Walker. I'd be glad to take Mike to his homecoming dance."
"Quit it you two!
I'm not gay. I don't want to go out with boys."
"Oh please
dear," coaxed Candice. "It would make your father and I so happy to
see you go to your first dance."
"I've been to
dances before Mom."
"But you've never
been to the dance as your real self, as Michelle. Please honey. Do this for
your mommy and daddy."
"Fine," said
Mike. "I'll go. If that's what you want, if that's what makes you happy,
then I'll do it."
"I'll ask my mom
if she can drive us Mrs. Walker."
"Thanks,"
said Candice, "But you don't have to do that. Michelle's father and I arranged
for a limo. It's all taken care of. And don't worry about dinner either.
I'll give Michelle my credit card."
*****
"The two of you
look fabulous!" exclaimed Candice. "Go stand by the fireplace so
your father can take your picture."
Mike posed with Danny
in front of the mantle while his shutter happy father clicked his camera.
"Oh I think I
heard the limo pull up. Have you got everything Michelle? Check your purse. Lipstick,
compact, cigarettes?"