Gruesome Tuesday

PART EIGHT

©2004 Tanya J. Allan

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Dear Reader,

Life can be a crock sometimes, so if it all right with you, I actually prefer happy endings! So, if you want the hero(ine) to have a really miserable time, READ SOMETHING ELSE!

But if you want to see good prevail, and end up with a soppy smile, then I have achieved what I set out to do!

Please enjoy! Tanya

8.Sophie’s Story

The ball was high, and spinning. I was running back, keeping my eye on it, and conscious of the enemy who were pounding up the pitch towards me. We were four points down with a few minutes to play, and this was one of the most important matches of the season.

Haileybury was a much bigger school, with nearly 900 boys. Every year it was a matter of fierce pride to beat them, or at least give them a tough game! This year it was the closest ever, and still we had yet to pull ahead! I was full back in the Colts, and I had more bruises on me than ever! I was covered in mud, and looked totally bedraggled! I had tacked more in this match than I had ever tackled before, and I was getting very good at kicking for touch when in defence!

The rain was falling very hard, and the dark blue shirts of the enemy looked almost black! The ball was wet and the ground was so soft that it was very slippery!

I watched the ball right into my hands, and side stepped the boy who had originally kicked it. I then pretended to kick it, and the other opponents who were just yards away, slithered to a stop, so I side stepped them and started to run for the enemy try line. I had no real intention to reach it, but I had some strange wind of fate behind me that day!

We were on their pitch in front of their school, and fifty boys were there on the touch line cheering on the enemy! Only Mr Green was there for us, shouting himself purple in the face!

I sold a dummy to their full back, and before I realised it I dived over the line, as three large boys attempted to sever my spinal cord and remove all my limbs.

I lay exhausted, battered, yet as I heard the whistle, I felt the most amazing feeling of euphoria and triumph!

I stood up, still holding the ball. Some grudging applause was being given from the touchline, and I thought Mr Green was going to have an apoplexy!

I ran back, and the Captain, Mel Lewis, clapped me on the back.

“Go on Rob, Take the kick yourself, you deserve it!”

I was aghast! I was no good at kicking!

But such was my euphoria, that I dug the hole with my heel, and placed the ball in the hole.

I then took several paces back, and on a whim, because I thought Johnny Wilkinson looked sexy, took three steps to my left. I had never tried to hook the ball with my instep, and thought, what the hell? There is a first time for everything!

I ran and kicked, aware of the enemy charging at me.

The ball rose and sailed between the posts, and I leaped for joy!

I had done it!

The referee blew his whistle for full time, and we had won!

I disappeared under my cheering teammates, as they literally hoisted me in the air, and carried me to the touchline, where we were clapped from the pitch by out honourable opponents, and we did the same for them.

The mood in the changing room was indescribable! If we had won the world cup, we could not have been more ecstatic! It was brilliant, and as I finished getting dressed, I realised that I had completely forgotten that I was really Sophie for the last couple of hours!

This didn’t worry me a lot, and I went to tea with my friends without a care in the world. Mr Green came over to us, and warmly congratulated us all. To me he was particularly effusive with his praise.

“That match has just secured you a place in the first game next season!” he said. “I am recommending for you to be awarded your Colts colours too!”

“Thanks!” I said, grinning.

“Seriously, Rob, you played brilliantly! You have developed into a first class full back! That knock on your head seems to have done your no harm at all!” he said.

We travelled back by coach, and I learned all the rudest rugby songs that day! When we arrived back, our victory was common knowledge, and as the firsts had been beaten at home by Haileybury firsts, we were the only ones to have won!

For the next week I felt as if I was walking on air. My reputation in the school took on a new height, and even the sixth formers treated me with respect. Rugby heroes were the highest form of hero in the school culture, and even the head master drew attention to or victory in the assembly in chapel on Friday morning.

November was nearly over, and the nights were drawing in. I was up to scratch with all my scholastic subjects, and now I was a hero on the sports field too! The play was going well, and I revelled in my part as Sophie!

I would don the dress every time, with makeup and all that went with it. Sean was having a hard time coming to terms with his sexuality!

One evening in the study, whilst Mike was at swimming, he confided his latest confusions.

“Rob?” he said, and my heart sank on hearing his tone of voice.

“Yes?”

“Can I bounce something off you?”

“Go on then!” I said, sighing in resignation.

“You know that I thought I was gay?”

“Yes Sean.”

“Well, I don’t think I am!”

“Good!” I said, and hoped that was it!

It wasn’t!

“No, I realised that actually I was confused because I had never been attracted by a girl before!”

“Oh?” I said.

“Well, now I have been attracted by a girl, I realise that it is so much better than being attracted by a boy!”

“I am pleased for you! Really! So, who is she?” I asked, knowing yet fearing what the answer was going to be.

“It’s Sophie!” he said, and my heart sank. I had been right!

“Sean?”

“Yes?”

“Sophie isn’t real!”

“She is to me!”

“Sean, you are an ass! I am Sophie, and Sophie is me! It is only a play, remember? We are acting! That’s all!”

He shook his head.

“To you, maybe, but Sophie is real to me! Every time she appears I tell myself that she is really Rob in a dress and makeup, and yet, every time, she proved me wrong! Something happens, and she becomes real! It is like magic or something, and I know that I no longer fancy boys, I dream about Sophie every day, every night, and any other time I can.

“She is a real girl to me, with real breasts and a narrow waist. She has a vagina, and could have my child, eventually! She is soft and feminine, and her smile lights up my life, while her laughter is a tonic for me, and she has cured me!”

I sat there, stunned by his openness, honesty and utter stupidity! Yet there was something in what he said! I felt different when I was Sophie! I felt that I was me again, the real me, Sophie! The girl who had yet to be born, and who was yet to be a twinkle in Rob’s eye!

It was as if that twinkle came to life, in a brief and limited spell whilst the play was being acted out!

“You know that Sophie and you will never become a reality?”

“I know that!”

“There are other girls!”

“I know that too!”

“Oh Sean, how can I help you?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Rob, I honestly don’t know. But I do know that Sophie is real!”

“She is! I can at least allow you that!”

He smiled.

“Thanks!”

“Sean, she wants you to find someone to love properly!”

“I know!” he said, and smiled.

“What?” I asked.

“She is so much better than all the others!”

“Maybe, but she is spoken for!”

“I know!” he said, rather sadly.

“Look, whenever Sophie is here, and she will be gone by the end of term, she wants you to love her, and she will love you back!” I said, and then wondered what the hell I was doing!

“Then I will be happy!”

“Now, shut up and let me finish my essay!” I said, and he looked far more contented.

We had another rehearsal on the following day, and Sophie was there once more. As soon as I walked in through the door, Sean was by my side.

“Hi Sophie. I’ve missed you!”

“Hi Sean, me too. Are you okay?” I said, feeling a real fool, yet it seemed so natural in a really daft way!

The rehearsal started, and we just left things flow. When others were doing their lines, we sat quietly together. To everyone else, there was no change, but for us, it was very different!

I felt something for him, but not as Rob for Sean! This was me, as Sophie, and as Sophie I returned his love! We talked about silly little things, and I longed to hold him and to kiss him!

We got our chance when the love scene arrived! We said our lines, without having to look at the books, and then melted into each other’s arms, and the kiss, although brief, was so real and wonderful, that we both felt it at the same moment! Despite the usual chorus of jeers and kissing noises, it was a special moment, and it took Sean by surprise. He hadn’t expected Sophie to respond like that, and his expression of surprise and joy was a wonder to behold! It was only a glimpse, but I saw it, and as Sophie I had smiled.

The magic lasted until I disappeared and Sophie was once more hung on a hanger until the next time! Sean never confused Rob with Sophie, and neither did I. We both talked about Sophie in the third person, and it got so silly that he would tell me about what he and she had done! He would recount to me the conversation that he had had with her! It was as if Rob was not involved at all!

I wondered what this was doing for either of our sanity, particularly his!

But he seemed to be so much more relaxed, and confident! It was as if all his inner demons had been exorcised, and he was now free to really discover his destiny! The trick would be to allow him to say goodbye to Sophie, and then move on! It could destroy him if I wasn’t careful!

The character of Sophie kept me sane! Because without her, I was slowly becoming Rob in every way! I had acclimatised to the school the culture the discipline, the cadets and the sport! I actually looked forward to playing rugby, and knew that I had skills! Days went past that without the Sophie from the play, I would have never thought about Sophie from the future. Rob was there all the time, and I needed something to keep reminding me of where I came from and to where I wanted to return!

I was awarded my Colts colours and felt proud and pleased. The coach of the first XV, Mr McLean, even came up to me in the courtyard one morning.

“Ah, Mills. I’ve heard good things about you! I hope you are ready for the first game next season, as I need a reliable full back?”

“Yes sir, looking forward to it!” I said.

“Jolly good! Keep up the good work!” he said, and off he went.

The day of the dress rehearsal arrived, and the sets were all made and everything was as ready as it could be.

We had two performances, the Friday night in front of the school, and the Saturday afternoon in front of parents! The senior play was on the following week, and they had three performances, the school, and then two performances for guests and parents.

On the Saturday after our second performance, there was the Christmas Ball for the fifth and sixth forms. Girls were brought over from our sister school, St Mary’s. There was always strict supervision, but it was still a rare occasion to mix with members of the opposite sex!

A plan began to hatch in my head, and I felt very pleased with myself, but to be successful, I had to be very lucky, and very quick!

The dress rehearsal went without a hitch, apart from a few lost cues, and the odd forgotten line. But we felt we were ready. I was very nervous, and Sean was really excited, as he was going be able to kiss Sophie several times over the next two days!

I had approached Mrs Harris some weeks previously, and made a couple of requests. She seemed quite surprised, yet I said that it would give the play more realism, and would be then available for all the future plays the school would produce. To my surprise she agreed, and on the day of the first performance, she produced a first class blonde wig, to my exact specifications, and the piece de resistance, a pair of silicone breast forms!

When changing into Sophie, I really took trouble over my make up and even varnished my fingernails and toenails. I had shaved all excess body hair, and knew that I looked the part! The wig was just like my own hair, and as I slipped on the first dress for the first scene, I felt completely like me for the first time in ages!

I walked out to the back stage area, and there was a sudden hush. Sean’s jaw dropped, and I slowly and deliberately walked right up to him.

“Hi Sean, close your mouth, Honey, otherwise you will start to drool!” I said very quietly.

“Sophie!” he said.

“Yup. Me!”

“You look wonderful!” he said.

I looked at him from under my eyelashes.

“Just for you, babe!” I said, and he flushed redder than a beetroot!

“Places everyone, five minutes!” said Mrs Rennie.

The curtain parted and the play started, for an hour and a half, Sophie was real for both me and for Sean. The kisses were brief but sizzling! And the jeers and catcalls went unheeded!

The performance was a great success, and Sophie disappeared quickly at the end.

I found it so hard, but I forced myself back to being Rob. What I was going to do after the play was over I just hated to think!

The next day, Sean was wound up like a poison pup! He kept asking me whether Sophie would go to the Christmas Ball with him.

“Sean, how would I know, you will have to ask her!” I said, and the fool simply nodded, and walked off.

The Ball was due to start at eight pm. The play was due to end at seven thirty, and that theoretically gave us enough time to change and get to the ball! I had slightly different plans! One day, whilst I was pottering in the wardrobe department, I found a ‘little black number’. It was a stunning black dress with shoulder straps, and very tight fitting. I had tried it on, and it had fitted beautifully. Mrs Harris had told me that periodically we had clothing donated on the death of family members of old boys, and some were extremely rich! Thus some of the ladies clothes were the top names of their day!

I had, therefore, acquired the loan of this dress, without anyone’s knowledge. I intended to go with Sean to the Ball, and see him introduced to a real girl and then take my leave!

There were a hundred things that could go wrong, but I hoped and prayed for the same wind of fate that took me over that try line in the match against Haileybury!

I was early to the backstage area, and was already changed and ready before most of the others. While they were getting changed, I prepared my escape route from the Big Hall, where the ball was to be held. I had to get out change from Sophie back into Rob, and return without being discovered! The theatre would be shut, so I had to leave some clothing in a location where I was guaranteed to be able to change in peace. I had found that the RAF hut was easy to get into, and by leaving a window latch undone, I knew exactly where I could go!

It was weird walking about the school as a girl, but as there were many parents and other guests about, no one thought anything odd about it! In fact several boys gaped at me, and I was whistled at twice. I dropped my bag of clothes through the RAF hut window, and returned to the theatre.

Sean’s eyes lit up as soon as I walked in, and he rushed over to me.

“Sophie, I was worried about you! Look, is there any way you could come to the ball with me?” he said, almost so quickly that he tied his tongue in his haste to ask me.

“Sean, I have to leave, but I promise I will have at least one dance with you! On one condition!”

“Condition? What condition?” asked Sean, uncertainly.

“Before I go, I want to introduce you to a girl, and I want you to treat he as well as you do me!” I said.

He frowned.

“Look Sean, I am going to go away, and I can’t come back, but I want you to be happy, so please, for me?”

“For you, yes. I’ll do it for you!” he said, and I kissed his cheek.

The play was even better this time. Not one line went astray, and it went very slickly! I forgot Rob completely and became Sophie right down to my core, and I was more tactile towards Sean than ever before!

Our love scenes were as passionate as the circumstances allowed, and at the end, the applause said it all. When Sean and I stepped forward to take our bows, the applause grew to a crescendo. I curtseyed really low, and the applause grew even more. I blew kisses to everyone, and then Sean came on carrying a bouquet of roses for me.

I almost burst into tears, but managed to deal with it theatrically, and got a laugh from the audience.

Then the curtain fell, and everyone started to change. I told Sean that I would meet him by the main door of Big Hall. I then disappeared into the loo, and changed into my little black dress. I took off the theatrical make up, and put on lighter make up, but in such a way to change my facial appearance! I had kept my eye makeup quite low key on the stage, but by using mascara and eyeliner, I created an older and sexier model, that I felt very pleased with!

I slipped out, and made it to the main door just as everyone was going in. Sean was waiting by the steps, and jumped when I touched his arm.

“Hi, sorry I’m late!” I said, and he stared at me.

“My God, you look beautiful! You’ve changed your eyes!”

“Yup, I don’t want to be recognised!”

He smiled, “You won’t be, you are so different!” he said, and held out his arm. I took it and he led me up the stairs.

There was a disco going, and only a few people were dancing, but for the most part there were two distinct groups of self- conscious males and females at either end of the hall.

I pulled Sean onto the floor and we danced, oblivious to everyone else. I gave him two dances, and then kissed him on the cheek. I had been looking at all the girls, and spotted one tall girl, who was very pretty, but seemed to behave as if she were overly conscious of her height.

I held Sean’s hand, and led him over to her.

“Hi, I’m Sophie.” I said.

She frowned, as most of the girls were from St. Mary’s and only a few were local girls on special invitation. She didn’t recognise me, and must have concluded that I was either the daughter of a staff member, or a local girl.

“I’m Angela,” she said.

“Look Angela, this is Sean, and I need you to do me a big favour! I have to go, and I’d like you to look after him for a bit. You see I can’t come back, and he is such a lummox, that he needs taking care of! Any chance you could look after him for a couple of dances?”

“When are you coming back?” she asked, looking up at him.

“I’m not. Ever!” I said, and turned and kissed him once, and then walked straight out. I didn’t turn back, as I did not want Sean to see me cry! I ran to the RAF hut, and twenty minutes later back as Rob Mills walked into the Hall, and casually glanced at Sean, who was dancing with the tall girl called Angela!

“Hey, Rob, where have you been?” asked Mike.

“I had to change after the play, it took me ages getting all the make up off!”

“For a moment I thought you had come as Sophie! Sean was dancing with a girl who looked rather like you did! I think she was a bit older, though!” he said, scanning the crowd.

“There’s Sean, and he is with a taller girl now, where the hell has the other girl gone?”

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get a drink!” I said and we went and got some punch.

I was torn, as I watched Sean, part of me ached to be with him, but mostly I was pleased for him! Mike saw a girl he knew, and asked her to dance, and I was watching them when a girl came over to me.

She was a few inches shorted than I, and was very pretty, with long auburn hair. She had on a pale blue dress, and had a lovely smile. There was something familiar about her.

“Hi. You are the boy who played the girl in the play, aren’t you?”

I blushed.

“Afraid so.” I said.

“I’m Anna Martin, my Dad is the Chemistry teacher. I watched the play. You were very good! I thought you were a real girl until someone told me you weren’t!”

“I don’t know whether to be pleased or not!” I said, and smiled. I remembered seeing her around the school, and only knew that she was the daughter of one of the teachers.

“Was it hard?”

“Pretending to be a girl? Yes, but after I got used to it, it was quite fun! The problem with playing girls’ parts here is that everyone calls you names and takes the piss!”

She giggled.

“Why, there’s nothing strange with you, is there?” she asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I just wondered, you might not like girls, or something!”

I got the message and asked her to dance.

I felt very self-conscious, but actually Anna was a very nice girl! She was just fifteen, and she told me that she had seen me play rugby, and had wanted to find out whom I was. We had a good time, and even when the music slowed, we stayed together, and even had a little smooch!

Sean was locked in quite a passionate embrace with Angela, and I was so happy for him, that I was finally able to relax! Dad would be happy to know that I had cured him! I grinned, and found myself kissing Anna. This experience was really screwing me up, let alone Sean!

To be continued in Chapter 9

since 04/26/04