Soccer Queen
by Andrew ( anr )
Chapter 4

David felt strange when he woke up. He tried to feel what was different, and decided that his legs were cold. Jumping out of bed, he almost tripped as the night-gown slid down his legs. He cursed and put the high-heeled slippers on, then wandered through to the kitchen to see if there was anything for breakfast.

His mother greeted him dressed casually in jeans and a tee shirt. She had obviously just been to the shops, as there was a pile of bags on the surfaces. He noticed that there was an open packet of corn flakes beside an upside-down bowl.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," his mother greeted him. "Your father won't be back for some time - it seems that someone put a virus on the central server at work. By the time anyone noticed, the mirror site had also been infected. They had to format both hard drives, and they are in the process of reloading everything from backup, but since they don't know when the system was infected, they are having to test each tape before they begin recovery. Your father reckons that this could cost HP a couple of hundred thousand dollars in lost work."

David started pouring himself a bowl of corn flakes, checking the fridge and adding milk to the bowl.

"'Morning, Mum. Could you speak English, please ? The only thing I understood is that Dad will be at work for some time, and it may cost the company a lot of money. What are we going to do today ?" he asked as he started eating his breakfast.

"We're going shopping after you are dressed. Run along to the bathroom and have a shower. Please shave your legs and under- arms - you are going to be changing in clothes stores, and we don't want anyone to get suspicious. Oh, and remember to put on the bra and insert the breast forms."

*Jeez* David complained to himself as he was placed his dishes on the counter beside the sink. *Looks like Mum's gone crazy. That Samantha really started something.*

When he entered the bathroom, he found the lingerie he was wearing the previous day laid out neatly on the stool. He stripped naked, dropping the night-gown and his mother's panties on the floor.

Before entering the shower, he remembered his mother's words and found one of her razors in the medicine cabinet. As the shower was heating, he did his business at the toilet. When the water was warm enough, he entered the shower and saw his mother's shampoo and conditioner. *Why not,* he thought. He shampooed his hair twice, then read the directions on the conditioner bottle. Carefully following them, he soaped up while he was waiting for the conditioner to work through his hair. After rinsing the conditioner out, he took his mother's razor and a can of shaving foam. He lathered his legs and then shaved them. The light hair was soon swirling down the plug-hole and David sighed again. *Ah, well, it'll grow back before any of the guys ask awkward questions during PE,* he thought.

Finished with his shower, he remembered his embarrassing problem the day before when he put the panties on. *I don't want that to happen again* he thought. He looked round the bathgroom for inspiration. Opening the stool, he rummaged around inside until he found a strip of sticking plasters. *Perfect,* he thought.

He cut a piece about an inch long, then tucked himself under. Ensuring that the central non-sticky strip was centered on his penis, he stuck the plaster firmly down. He could still pee, but he would have to sit down.

Once he had put the panties on, he reached for the bra and stared at it for a few minutes, wondering how he was going to put it on. Then he remembered Samantha's actions the day before and slipped his arms through the straps. His training had increased the flexibility of his arms, so he was able to reach behind himself and, after a brief struggle, attach the hooks. After pulling on the socks, he remembered what Samantha had done and turned the tops of the socks down.

His mother called out "Put the nightie under you pillow, but put the panties in the wash. We'll get you a pair that fit you better."

David sighed and returned to the bathroom. He picked up his discarded sleep wear and threw the panties in the wash. Returning to his bedroom, he folded the nightie up and placed it under his pillow. *At least no-one can see it there* he thought.

He approached the vanity in his room and grabbed the breast- forms and stuck them in the cups of the bra. He walked over to the chest of drawers and took out a "Blur" tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Approaching the wardrobe, he selected a pair of jeans and put them on. Tying his shoe laces, he looked into the mirror atop the vanity. *Jeez,* he thought *I look even more like a girl now.*

As he walked back to the kitchen, he remembered what Samantha had taught him about walking, so he looked very much like a young girl to his mother as he approached.

"Good, Davina, but your hair is a mess. Come here," she commanded as she led him back to the bathroom. She took a towel and proceeded rub his hair dry. Once it was reasonably dry, she ran her brush through it. "That'll do for now," she said.

"We are going to the shopping centre at the edge of town, so we'll have to take the bus. Your father had to take the car into work."

David nearly died when his mother told him that they were going to be exposed to everyone in town on a bus ride to the shops. However, he couldn't back out now, he had too much too lose.

At the bus-stop, a couple of old ladies started complementing him on how pretty he was. They kept up their inane chatter as the bus approached and all the way to the shopping centre.

Once they had entered the shopping centre, David's mother led him directly to the salon. As he approached it, David was desperately trying to hang back. There was a terrified look in his eyes as his mother dragged him through the doors.

"I have an appointment for my daughter," she announced, "Davina McCall."

The receptionist looked in the appointment book and said "OK, Mrs. McCall. Would you and your daughter care to take a seat and someone will be with you directly."

David was looking round with a wild expression in his eyes. The odour in the place was making him feel funny and he was sure that everyone was staring at him and wondering what a boy was doing in this holy-of-holies for women.

He was partially correct - a lot of people were looking at him. However, they did not see a boy, they saw a cute girl dressed in a tomboyish manner here with her mother for a beauty treatment.

A woman approached them from behind the receptionist and asked "Davina McCall ?"

David stood up and followed the woman back towards the basins at the rear of the salon. She sat him in front of one of the stations and proceeded to wash his hair. David found this to be a very relaxing and enjoyable experience as his scalp was massaged by the operator.

When she had finished washing and conditioning his hair, he was led over to the other side of the room. He was given a book of styles and told to select which style he wanted.

David looked at the book and realised how deeply he was getting involved in something he knew nothing about. Thinking about it, he was sure that between them, his mother and Samantha would keep dressing him as a girl for the entire summer.

Looking through the book, he was fascinated by all the photos of pretty girls, but he could not decide what he wanted done with his hair. His hair was long enough to take any of the styles in the book, so he continued to look. Suddenly, he saw a style that he thought he could live with. It wasn't too feminine, but looked great on the model in the picture.

A stylist approached David and asked him if he had selected a style. He showed her the book, and she stood him up and led him over to her station. She placed the book on the shelf in front of David and started cutting.

"This is a simple bob cut," she explained to him. "It's relatively low maintenance, and I'm sure that an active girl like yourself will have no trouble looking after it. Just remember to brush your hair well before you go to bed - 100 strokes is normal - and use a curling iron in the morning to get that inward curl at the end."

David listened to the stylist talking, and gradually his eyes closed and he nearly fell asleep. The stylist gave him a gentle prod as she combed some hair over his eyes and cut bangs down to his eyebrows.

When she had finished cutting his hair she rolled some large hair rollers tightly at the bottom of his hair and poured some smelly stuff all over his hair. She then led him over to one of the hair dryers standing against the rear of the salon. As she placed him under it, another stylist approached wheeling a trolley with scissors, a nail file and numerous bottles on it. She placed one of his hands in a bowl of cleaning solution and left him there for five minutes. She returned and moved the bowl onto the opposite side. She placed his other hand in the solution and began filing his nails, all the time commenting about the poor state of his nails.

After filing the all of the nails on that hand, she proceeded to paint them using three coats of a deep red polish. This process was repeated with his other hand.

Sometime during this procedure, an alarm sounded and the lady who had cut his hair came over and shut the dryer off. David was led back to the basins with the nails of one hand painted red and the nails on the other still damp from the cleanser.

The smelly stuff was washed out of his hair, and he was placed back under the dryer as the manicurist continued her work. As she was finishing, the alarm pinged again and the original stylist returned and removed the rollers from his hair, and proceeded to brush it out.

Another woman approached them, this one wheeling a trolley stacked high with various items of makeup. *Oh God!* groaned David, having seen his mother and sister using the stuff. He was terrified that at the end of today there would be very little boy left.

When the cosmetologist had finished, she swung the chair round to show him his reflection. David was amazed. He looked prettier than he had ever seen his sister, even when she was going to a party. As he continued to stare at himself, he saw another woman approaching out of the corner of his eye. Before he could react, she had placed a gun-like instrument against his ear and pressed the trigger. He heard a *pop* and felt a sharp pain in his ear. While he was still stunned as he realised what she was doing, his other ear was pierced.

She cleaned the fresh wounds with alcohol, and told him to rotate the sleeper studs four times a day and to use an alcohol rub to keep them clean for the next week until they healed. Now his appearance was even more feminine, if that was possible.

His mother approached as the stylists finished their work and looked him over. "Oh, Davina, you're beautiful," she said.

David got a really uncomfortable feeling in his gut as he heard these words. *Great* he thought. *If I had seen a girl who looks as good as me, I'd have been panting to introduce myself. Looks like I'm on the other side of that equation now.*

They left the salon and turned further into the centre. David watched as they approached a store which seemed to be filled with bras and other lingerie. It bore the sign "Janice's - For Today's Woman", which increased David's anxiety level to levels he didn't know they could reach.

A bell tinkled as they entered the store, and a pleasant middle-aged lady looked up and said "be right with you, dearie."

David looked around at the goods in the shop, as his mother wandered round the store picking up a selection of bra and panties sets. He heard her remark to the saleslady "I'm looking for lingerie for my daughter. She's just past the training bra stage, and I was wondering if you had anything really nice for girls of that age."

As his mother and the saleslady talked, David began to look with more interest at the goods. *I always wondered what the girls wore under their skirts,* he thought. *Looks like I'll be getting an extensive education.*

Just then, his mother approached him with a hadful of bras and panties. She grabbed his hand and led him towards the back of the shop. As they approached the changing rooms, David became really worried.

"You don't mean me to change underwear here, do you ?" he whispered to his mother. "What if someone sees ?"

His mother looked down at his crotch and said "It looks like you have taken care of the problem yourself. Don't worry, no- one will take any notice of you. Just don't stare at anyone else!"

David sighed, and followed his mother into the changing area. She sent him into one of the booths with the first bra and panty set. He changed into the garments and went out to show his mother. She looked at the fit and approved of the set.

This process was repeated for all the sets his mother had selected, with his mother approving or rejecting the garments according to some arcane formula of her own. When David had tried on all the sets, his mother took the ones she approved of to the check-out and paid for them.

After exiting Janice's, his mother told him that she didn't think he could manage to fend off the attention of a shoe- store assistant if he was wearing a skirt. So they headed for the shoe shop, where the first thing she did was to buy a packet of knee-high stockings.

An assistant (male) approached them and asked if he could be of any help. David's mother told him that her daughter had lost a bag containing her shoes, so she needed to buy new shoes for every occasion. The assistant's eyes lit up at the prospect of the commission on this sale, and asked David to follow him.

David was worried about the amount of money his mother was spending. And what was that about 'shoes for every occasion'? Surely he wouldn't need that many pairs if he was only going to be doing this for the summer. He sighed and followed the assistant to a chair with one of those shoe-shop stools in front of it.

David's feet were measured, and the assistant walked away to collect a selection of shoes. As he was walking away, his mother had a quiet word with him about something.

When he returned, he had a large number of boxes in his hands. The first box he opened had a pair of white mules in it. David sighed, recognising them as being similar to the pair his mother had lent him the previous evening. He removed his shoes and socks, and tried the mules on. These were a better fit than his mother's, and he could walk comfortably in them.

His mother looked at them and then asked him if they were comfortable. When he replied that they were, she said "We'll take them," to the assistant.

The assistant then knelt down in front of David and removed the mules and placed them back in their box. As the assistant was removing the slippers, David felt him fondling his feet. This was a new experience for David, and he did not know whether to relax and enjoy the assistants' hands or throw up. In the end he did neither, but tensed slightly which caused the assistant to remove his hands.

His mother opened the packet of knee-highs and told David to put them on, as they would help him when he was changing shoes. David complied, pulling his jeans up to enable him to smooth the knee-highs up his legs. He was glad now that his mother had made him shave his legs, it would have been embarrassing to have pulled up his jeans in front of the assistant with hairy legs.

After going through the boxes the assistant had brought, David and his mother left the shop with 4 boxes, the mules, a pair of girl's trainers, a pair of white flats and a pair of black pumps with a 3 inch heel. When David had tried the pumps on, he had nearly fallen. His mother explained to the assistant that it was her daughter's first pair of heels. The assistant nodded knowingly, and told David he would need to practise walking in them.

After they left the shoe-shop, David and his mother went to the food court and bought lunch. Instead of his usual burger and chips, David's mother bought him a chicken salad and told him that from now on he would need to watch his figure.

This worried David as he liked greasy food, and it looked like his mother wouldn't let him eat it any more.

After they had finished their meal, David noticed a problem, and whispered to his mother that he needed to use the toilet. She pulled him into the ladies' rest room, where, despite his fears, no-one paid him any special attention.

David looked round this previously forbidden territory; he could see that there was no urinal, and the stalls looked better kept than in any gents' he had ever been in. Remeber- ing what he had done that morning, David entered a stall and took down his jeans and panties before sitting to complete his business. After he had finished, he noticed that the plaster had gotten wet. He therefore took some toilet paper and dried the area between his legs.

When he exited the stall, he noticed his mother at the mirror. She indicated that he should come over. When he reached her, she told him to purse his lips, and she freshened his lipstick.

As the afternoon progressed, they wandered round the shopping centre visiting the many ladies' fashion shops. By now, David was confidant that everyone thought he was a girl, so it was no trouble to change in the shops' changing rooms.

At the end of the afternoon, he had aquired 3 skirts, 2 tops, 2 dresses and a pair of girl's jeans. As they were walking out of the shopping centre, he worried about the amount of money his mother had spent. He knew that they would be getting a large sum from the sale of their house in Edinburgh, and his father would be earning more, but he hoped that they could afford all these purchases.

As they waited for the bus to take them back to their new house, he realised that it really was a new life he would be living.

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