Soccer Queen
by Andrew ( anr )
Chapter 3
David felt he was dying when Samantha pushed him through the
door into his house. While he was still standing there, his
mother called out
"Honey, your father has been called in early. There was some
type of emerg ..."
She trailed off when she noticed David standing in the door-
way.
"Gail!! What are you doing here, and how did you get here ?"
she asked. Then she took a good look at the figure standing
hunched in the door, and burst into laughter. Looking behind
David, she saw Samantha, and pointed her finger at David as
she continued to laugh.
David felt really terrible, as his mother continued to laugh.
First she had mistaken him for his sister, who was not due to
arrive for a couple of weeks yet. Then she had started
laughing, and his self-esteem was at an all-time low.
When his mother stopped laughing, she told them both to come
over.
"What are you dressed like that for, David ?" she demanded.
*Who's Gail ?* Samantha wondered. She piped up "I saw the
necklace in Davina's room, and asked if she would like to try
out for our team. I thought I'd show her the strip. I think
it suits her, and she likes the colours, anyway."
"The same as Hibs," David muttered.
David's mother listened to what Samantha told her, and
remembered all the boys at home teasing David by calling him
Davina. She also noted that the girl continued to call him
Davina and refer to him in the feminine. Then she asked "What
necklace ? And when are the try-outs ?"
Samantha pulled David into his room, calling out "On
Saturday," as thay left the front room.
*Saturday ?* wondered David. *Why do I have to wear this
skirt now ? It's only Monday.*
Samantha took the necklace out of its presentation case and
fastened the chain round David's neck. She then dragged him
back to the front room to show his mother.
His mother looked at the inscription on the necklace and saw
where the neighbour girl had taken the idea from. Apparently
the team must have presented this to him at the party last
night, and he must have been too ashamed to show it to her.
She looked up at the girl and remembered her manners. "Hello,
my name is Andrea McCall. What's your name ?"
Samantha returned her look and said "Hi, Mrs. McCall. I'm
Samantha Davis, I'm 14, and I'll be starting High School at
the same time as Davina. Maybe we'll be in the same homeroom.
Who's Gail?"
"She's my other daughter" Andrea replied, deciding that David
could do with a little humiliation. He seemed to be getting
too big for his boots lately.
*Other daughter ?* wondered David. *What's got into her head
this time ?*
His mother continued "She's the same age as you, so perhaps
you three girls can help each other with your homework."
*Oh no!* David realised with dismay that his sister would now
be in the same year as him. With the way things were going,
he wouldn't put it past her to really humiliate him when
school started in August.
His mother was still talking. "She's at Guide camp just now,
but she'll be joining us in a fortnight when the camp ends.
Mr. McCall will be making flight arrangements, probably to
San Francisco. I wouldn't wish that 5 hour drive on anyone.
Of course, Davina here slept through the whole thing, so she
doesn't know.
"Maybe you three can play football together. She liked
playing with her brother - when he let her. Perhaps her
sister will be nicer to her."
David realised that he was trapped. He knew that he had not
been as nice to his sister as he could have been. It was just
that she could be such a pest when he was trying to train for
an important football match.
Mrs. McCall finished by telling the children to "run along and
play", and shooing them in the direction of David's room. As
they left the room, they heard David's mother looking through
the papers that had been deemed too important to be left to
the mercies of the moving company, which was shipping such
items as David's computer and Gail's luggage.
While they were walking down the hall, they could hear the
sound of David's mother talking on the phone, but were unable
to distinguish any words. When they reached David's room, he
immediately threw himself on the bed.
"Not like that!" exclaimed Samantha. "You'll crush the
skirt!" She grabbed David's hand and dragged him to his feet
again.
"Sit gracefully, and always sweep your skirt under you to
prevent creases."
She demonstrated by walking over to the foot of the bed and
sitting down. "Now you," she commanded.
David tried, but made an unholy mess of the whole procedure.
Samantha made a noise of disgust and, over the next hour,
proceeded to give David an intense lesson in feminine
deportment. He was made to stand up, sit down and walk
accross the room with his head high and his hands by his side.
Mrs. McCall stuck her head round the door and asked to speak
to Samantha. She got up and headed out to the hall, telling
David to "continue practising your walk".
When they returned to the front room, Samantha sat on the
indicated chair and looked at Mrs. McCall expectantly. *I
hope I'm not in trouble for doing this to David* she thought.
Mrs. McCall set her at ease by asking if she could borrow the
bra and panties, along with the breast forms. "I'll wash your
strip and return it to you," she said. "But I'm taking Davina
shopping tomorrow, and I'd like her to be as feminine as
possible."
*Whew! That was a close call* thought Samantha. *This is
going better than expected. Maybe I've found a star player
for the team.* "Of course, Mrs. McCall. I'll be glad to lend
them to you for as long as you need them."
"I'll give you the underwear back when Davina has cleaned them
after wearing them tomorrow. In fact, I intend to begin her
lessons in washing lingerie tonight, so that she can wear
clean underwear tomorrow. Thank you so much for thinking of
this. Maybe Davina will be better behaved than David ever
was.
"Now, it's getting late and we are all tired from the flight
and that drive. Perhaps you can see Davina again tomorrow ?"
Samantha clearly recognised the dismissal, and shouted "See
you tomorrow, Davina!" towards the back bedroom. She left the
house and returned to her own house to call Becky Redmond,
her best friend, to talk about the day's events. She wondered
if Becky could help her as she worked to make Davina a star
player on the team.
David had heard Samantha saying she would see Davina tomorrow,
and was getting really nervous. He wondered if he would ever
get out of these clothes and back into trousers.
Just then, his mother popped her head round the door and said
"Come on, Davina, time to get ready for bed. Put Samantha's
strip in the washing, but hold onto the bra and panties. I'll
show you how to wash them, and they'll be dry for tomorrow."
David went to the bathroom to wash himself and brush his
teeth before going to bed. As David took his clothes off, he
heard his mother rummaging around in her room. When he was
naked, he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door
while hiding behind it. His mother passed him a bundle of
white, lacy fabric and said "Put that on, and give me a call
when you are ready."
After washing himself, David shook out the bundle of fabric to
dicover that it was one of his mother's nightgowns. It was a
full-length gown made of white satin with lace panels down the
sides of the skirt. A pair of white panties fell to the floor.
He sighed deeply and thought *will this never end ?* Since he
didn't have any alternative, he pulled the panties up over
his hips. They were his mothers, and he noticed that they
were looser around the hips and buttocks than Samantha's.
He bunched the nightgown up and lowered it over his head.
As he and his mother were nearly the same height, the hem of
the gown was just touching the ground. He opened the bathroom
door and called out "Mum! I'm ready."
His mother came into the bathroom and looked at him. "That's
very sweet, Davina," she said. She then looked at the pile of
clothing on the floor and sighed. "What did I tell you to do
with Samantha's strip, Davina ?" she asked.
"Put it in the washing" David replied, picking up the top and
skirt. He walked over to the basket in the corner of the
bathroom and dumped the clothes in.
His mother had already retrieved the rubber breast forms, and
laid them on the bathroom stool. Next she picked up the bra,
panties and socks and carried them over to the basin. "Come
here, Davina," she called.
David walked over, the nightgown trailing along the floor.
His mother looked at the trailing hem and said "This'll wait a
few minutes. Come on, Davina," and grabbed David's hand and
pulled him to her room.
She opened one of the wardrobes, and took a pair of mules with
one inch heels from a rack at the back. "Put these on, and
that will stop your nightie trailing on the ground," she
explained.
David had a worried look in his eyes as he saw what his mother
had selected for him to wear. "Won't they be the wrong size ?
I'd much rather just wear my own slippers if its all the same
with you," he replied.
"Your slippers will just catch the hem of your nightie, so
we'll just have to make do. I'll buy you a pair your own size
tomorrow," his mother told him.
Now David was really worried - his mother was talking about
buying him high-heeled slippers, and who knew what else. He
sighed, resigning himself to the inevitable, and put his feet
in the slippers. They were slightly too short, but since
there was no back they fit well enough. He found that he had
to hold himself very straight to maintain his balance as the
walked back to the bathroom.
"Now this is how you hand-wash underwear," his mother told him
as she put some soap-powder into the basin and turned the cold
tap on. She showed David how to wash out the bra, panties and
socks, saying "We wouldn't usually hand-wash the socks, but
since they are the only pair you have, we'll do it today."
David was really puzzled, because he had plenty pairs of socks
in his chest-of-drawers, but stayed silent. He probably
didn't want to hear the answer anyway.
They hung the bra, panties and socks over the shower stall,
and returned to the front room. His mother grabbed the
breastforms as she walked past. She made a detour into
David's room and placed them on the vanity. Back in the
front room, she sat David down and began talking.
"Now, Davina, I'm going to take you shopping tomorrow to buy
new clothes for you. We certainly can't have a young lady
like yourself going around in tomboy clothes like those in
your wardrobe."
David was looking at his mother with a terrified expression.
From what she was saying, it looked like he would never return
to being a boy again. He knew that protesting would be
useless - when his mother took that tone, there was no moving
her. He only hoped that when his father saw him in the
morning he would end this insanity.
He looked up at the expectant pause from his mother and saw
her looking at him with a loving expression. He melted and
ran to kiss her before returning to his room.
Once he was in bed with the lights off, he began noticing the
difference between the nightie and his pyjamas. For one
thing, the gown had a tendancy to ride up his legs as he moved
about in bed. On the other hand, it was much softer than
anything he had worn to bed before.
He sighed resignedly, and thought to himself *I feel like I'm
living that Chinese curse - 'may you live in interesting
times'. These times are certainly interesting, but I could do
without living through them.*
His last thought before he fell asleep was about the way
Samantha had dressed him that day. *It did feel sorta nice
wearing those clothes* he thought as the realm of Morpheus
claimed him.
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