Mistaken For A Girl Singer - Chapter 4

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Margo, Terry, Mrs. Walters, and another woman were all seated around the table drinking tea when Chris came through the door at 10:55 that night.  His mother was the first to speak. "Chris! I thought you'd have longer hair when you got home. What's all this?"

"I don't really know," he said. "I kinda fell asleep while they were braiding my hair and this is how I woke up.

I have to leave it in until Gina's mom takes it out tomorrow. I have to be there at 6:00 in the morning tomorrow, so I guess I'll need a ride."

"I'll take you, Chris," Terry said. "This is Missy. She's an assistant to the makeup artist we met tonight. She does a lot of female impersonator work in the city and she brought some things for you to look at."

Missy stood and shook Chris' hand. "Hi, Chris. Your mom and the girls gave me the whole story. You're a pretty brave guy to do this. I want to make sure that everything is perfect for you. Let me just look you over."

Missy, who was probably not much taller than Chris, but was wearing heels that had to have been at least five or six inches high, took Chris' face in her hands and started looking at every aspect of his features and then started feeling his shoulders and arms and touched his legs and belly before saying anything.

"What do you think?" his mom asked.

"Well," Missy said, "I think this is going to be easier than I thought. You're getting the hair removed tomorrow, right, and the eyebrows done, too?" Chris nodded.

"Well, his chin is soft and his skin is clear. Small nose, tiny shoulders for a boy, and very slender. If you're going to need to continue this for a long-term thing, you'll need a very strict diet to keep that weight in check and you may even want to consider some estrogen pills to keep your facial features nice and soft like they are. Nothing too heavy, just something to block your testosterone."

"I can give you some padded panties so you can make his hips and tush more girly, but, if he's wearing a dress or a skirt, the easiest thing to do is wear a little petticoat underneath to give a nice, feminine curve. I have about a dozen gaffs as well - they're panties that have a little pocket in them so you can tuck in your little boy and get that nice, flat panty front that every little girl wants."

"I'm hoping that I only have to do this until Tuesday, so I don't think I'll need a whole lot of those panty things and those estrogen pills are not for me," Chris explained.  "Well, then. Keep that in mind, just in case.

Now, off with your top," Chris started to take off the shirt but had a little trouble due to his fingernails and the curlers, so Missy took the hem of the shirt and carefully pulled it over his head.

Missy looked carefully at Chris' chest, then compared his skin color to what looked like a paint chart.

Then she reached into a gym bag sitting near her seat, sorted through a few items, and pulled out a bag with two, very real-looking, silicone breasts complete with nipples.  "I know that you're having your electrolysis treatment tomorrow, but I want to get these onto you tonight while I'm here, so sit in this chair for a minute."

Missy reached into the bag again and pulled out a bottle of Nair and a pair of surgical gloves which she put on. Then she squirted some of the Nair into her hands and spread it on Chris' chest. After ten minutes, she walked him to the kitchen sink and carefully rinsed off the cream, and with it went what very little chest hair he'd had.

"OK, ladies, please clear the table off. I need it for an operating table. Chrissie, I want you to lie down on your back on the table so I can apply your breasts correctly.

I'm using a very powerful surgical glue that will secure them to you for six to eight months.

If you want to take them off before then, I have a solvent for that. They will look and feel exactly like real breasts.

Now, Terry is a 34C, but she's a few inches taller than you and has a few pounds on you, too, so I'm going with a 34B for you, ok?"  Chris was beyond confused and very tired, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good."

Missy took about fifteen minutes to do everything she needed to do and at exactly 11:30, she helped Chris stand. He looked exactly like a topless young woman.  "Wow!" said both Margo and Terry.

"My God!" said his mom. "They look so real! And I can't see any seams or anything."

"Nope, you shouldn't see anything different on him than you would on Terry.

They're even warm to the touch. You can swim with them, shower, hot tube, whatever. They won't come loose. The only thing is, if you're out in the sun, be sure to cover up your chest or wear lots of sunblocks because your skin will change color, but these won't."

Mom paid Missy and thanked her and Missy packed up and headed out the door.  "Well, it's been a long, strange day and tomorrow should be just as long and promises to be a lot stranger, so we better get to bed. Margo, I don't want you driving home, so you just take the sleep-sofa in the living room. You know where the blankets and sheets are, God knows you've spent more nights on that couch than your bed lately.

Now, you two up to bed, and Terry, give your brother a nightie. I don't want him sleeping naked and I am positive that his pjs won't fit over his new equipment."

Terry took Chris by the hand and said, "Come on, sis, I'll give you something comfy to wear to bed."

Ten minutes later, Chris was under the covers wearing a knee-length, white, silk nightgown that had lace around the breast cups.

He tried to find a comfortable way to lay down, but between the new breasts and the rollers in his hair, there just was no way to get completely comfortable, so he just lay flat on his back, and, quicker than he expected, he drifted off to sleep.

"Come on, Chrissie, wake up. We have to get going," Terry woke him up at 5:15 the next morning. "I have some clothes here for you to wear. Do you need any help?"  Chris was pulling himself up, but struggling. Everything above his waist felt heavy; his chest, his head, everything.  When he pulled himself to the edge of the bed and threw his legs over the side, his nightie rode up just enough for Terry to catch a glimpse of his panties.

She also saw that his 'morning wood' was sticking out.

She giggled just a little, "Umm. Where did you get those panties?" Chris explained about the shorts and his male underwear. As he was explaining, he raised the hem of the nightie to show her and that's when he saw what Terry was seeing.

"Oh, jeez! Sorry, Terry! I didn't know it was showing!" He covered up quickly.  "That's ok, sweetie. Here, start with this."

She tossed him a flesh-colored gaff. "Missy said that you would need these."

Chris stood and turned his back to his sister, dropped his panties, and pulled the gaff up his legs. Instead of turning back to Terry, he was fumbling with the gaff for a few moments.

"Do you need help?" Terry asked.  "I just can't get it into the pocket. Are you sure this works?"

Terry turned him towards her pulled the front of the gaff towards her and looked down.  "Hey!" Chris cried and tried to push her away, but Terry, with her usual determination, just reached into the garment and deftly tucked his member into the pocket of the gaff, then let the waistband go and looked at the feminizing effect.

"There. All gone!" She said as if she was talking to a child. Then she rubbed the front of the silky thing. "Now, we really are twins!" She smiled.

Chris was embarrassed beyond words and turned blood red.  "Oh, don't be embarrassed, sweetie. Get used to it. You're my little sister now," She pulled Chris onto her shoulder and hugged him tightly; which was not a frequent occurrence.

Chris was barefoot while Terry was already in her cowgirl boots, so he was substantially shorter than her. The feeling of the hug from such a tall woman, the curlers in his hair pressing against her, the silky nighty and gaff, and then the totally alien feeling of this artificial pair of breasts pressing just below Terry's was all so weird to him. "Now, put on some pretty panties over those."

And she held out a pair of yellow panties with a little flowery lace embroidered over the leg holes. She squatted down so that he could step into them, then pulled them up his legs and, once again looked at the flat front on her brother's crotch and smiled.  Chris slipped off the nightie and Terry pulled a white bra up his arms, then helped him fasten it in the back. Then she pulled a light blue tee shirt over his head and handed him the shorts he had worn home last night.

"This is pretty cool!" she said. "It's like I have a life-sized American Girl doll that looks just like me and I get to dress her up and share her with my friends!"  Chris smiled, still embarrassed, and looked at the scoop neckline of the tee shirt and sucked in a gasp as he saw how revealing the blouse was.

Terry smiled.

"If you got it, flaunt it, baby!"

At 6:00 on the dot, Terry and Chris entered Marie's beauty shop. Marie and her electrolysis woman were both drinking coffee and chatting, while, over in the back of the shop, Gina, Grace, and Margo were spreading out the breakfast foods they had brought with them.  Everyone said their 'good mornings' and Terry headed to the food.

Chris followed but was stopped by Marie. "Not you, girlie. You jump up into that chair and let me see how those curlers worked out."

As she took off the kerchief and started unrolling his hair, Marie said, "Well, well. Looks like you grew quite a nice little rack overnight, didn't you?" and she smirked at him. He was a bit embarrassed, but Marie just gave a little snicker and continued.  When his hair was all down, she heaved a sigh and said, "Well, the color looks great, but the curlers were a waste of time. The extensions curled pretty well, but your hair is still as straight as a stick."

Chris was turned away from the mirrors and couldn't see.  Terry heard Marie and came over to take a look. "He has hair just like mine, Marie. I've been getting perms just for this little bit of body in my hair since I was thirteen."

"Ok, a permit is, but, I am going to make her just a little curlier than yours so that she has that 'country-girl' look to it." Chris was blushing more and more as the woman around him used the female pronouns. It was weird and embarrassing, but he liked it, too. He'd always been a loner not really by choice because he was so painfully shy. This new kind of inclusion into this group of women was really nice.

"So," Marie continued while pointing to the electrolysis woman, "I'll start the curlers for the perm now. Can you start on her legs from here?"

"Sure, not a problem!" said the woman, who Chris later learned was named Betty.  The two women set to work, while conversations about Chris swirled around him,  but if anyone spoke to him it was just things linked, "Look down, please," or "Turn to the left."

By 7:30, Chris had the horrid-smelling perm solution on his head, Marie had said she was using a mild solution like she would use on little girls since this was Chris' first perm and she didn't want to damage the weave, but it still smelled awful, and Betty was burning away his body hair.

"This won't be permanently removed after just one treatment, honey. You have to do it a few times over a couple of years to keep it away forever. I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Chris shook his head and looked up to see the girls grabbing their stuff and heading out.  Chris felt a stab of fear at being left here alone. "You guys are leaving?"

"Yep!" Margo smiled at him. "We have to go to a shop that sells performance clothing in the city. They open at 9:00, so we're going to get going."

"What about me?"

Chris asked, sounding a little whinier than he intended.  "Don't worry, cutie," Margo said as she patted both of Chris' cheeks and smiled at him. "We'll pick out something sexy for you. If it looks nice on Terry in a size two, it will look great on you in a size zero! I'm sure you'll love what we get! Bye, bye, all!"  Of course, Chris wasn't talking about the clothes. He meant that he didn't want to be here alone.  Marie understood and rubbed his shoulders through the smock.

"Don't worry, baby girl. They'll be back in a few hours and we'll be done by then. I have my first guests coming in at 8:15, so I'm going to have Betty take you to a room in the back so she can continue her work. I'll bring you out here in a while to take out your curlers. Then, when we're all done with everything else, we'll do your makeup, ok?"

Chris nodded and Marie helped him stand up.

There really wasn't anything about this child that looked at all boyish, let alone manish and he was really scared without his sister here. 'It's amazing,' Marie thought, 'he seems so young and insecure while Terry, just a few minutes older, is so self-secured and has accomplished so much.' Marie couldn't help herself.

She took Chris in her arms and hugged him sympathetically then planted a warm kiss on his smelly forehead. "Don't worry, baby.

I'll take good care of you till your sister comes back," Then, she flashed a motherly smile at him and shooed him into the back room as her first appointment of the day came in the front of the shop.

It was after 2:00 and Chris' mom was pacing back and forth in her house. She'd been out on the patio pacing for the last hour and finally came inside hoping to relax a little. No such luck.  "I never should have allowed this," she muttered to herself. "This is ridiculous. I should call Terry and call this whole thing off right now."

In fact, she had called Terry twice already. At 11:00, Terry told her that she and the girls had just come back from shopping, but she hadn't seen Chris yet. At 12:30, Terry said that they were driving home, but she needed to stop and get Chris something to eat along the way because he'd not eaten anything all day.

"How does he look? Is he ok?" her mother had asked.  "Relax, mom. He looks great. You'll love him - or should I say her - when you see her."

The laughter of all the girls in the car did nothing to relieve her feelings that she'd set her son up for a terrible experience.

Finally, at 2:30, she heard the car pull into the driveway. She rushed into the kitchen and sat at the table, sipping some soda and turning pages in the daily paper. The girls came through the front door and there was a lot of giggling and hushing going on in the living room, but no one came into the kitchen.

Their mom was going crazy waiting for them.  "Hi, everyone!" she shouted from the kitchen. "I'm out here in the kitchen."

Suddenly, dead silence and then some hushed giggles. Then the four girls came into the kitchen.  "Hi, mom!" Terry greeted her mom with a big grin on her face.  "Hi, Mrs. Walters," the other three said as well.

"Hi, girls," she replied, keeping her anxiety in check. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen your brother anywhere today, have you. Small, thin guy with kind of perfect breasts..."

"No," Terry smirked, "I haven't seen my brother anywhere, but I have seen my little sister."

The girl's smiles were huge with expectation.

Terry continued, "Would you like to see my twin sister, Chrissie?"

"If you don't mind, yes, I would like to see him. Um... her. I'd like to see her right now, please."

"Ok! Ladies and gentlemen! For the first time in our very own kitchen - the newest member of Dusty Rose and the Walters family; Christine Elizabeth Walters!"  With that, a young woman entered the room.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. Long, softly curled, yellow-blond hair that reached nearly to her waist with sweet little pearl earrings showing off her newly pierced ears.

A tight-fitting, rose-colored polo shirt and a short, but blousy, pleated, darker blue skirt that reached to her mid-thigh. Her legs were smooth and perfect and ended with her slightly-heeled sandal-covered feet that had ten, perfectly pedicured, pink toenails.

Mrs. Walters took in the image and then concentrated on the beautiful face. The delicately arched eyebrows, softly shaded eyes, ever-so-slightly blushed cheeks. And she was even slightly tanned.

Mrs. Walters's hands were folded in front of her mouth. Her eyes were wide in shock. How could this perfect young woman be her gawky, little son.

Finally, she whispered, "Oh, Chrissie..." and tears flowed down her face.  Chris' smile disappeared and concern spread across his face. "Mom... please don't cry.

I'll go take it all off."

He ran to his mother. "Mommy, please, just don't cry."

"My God. I never noticed that you even have a girl's voice," she said as a huge smile broke out on her face.

She hugged Chris to her and continued crying. "Oh, Chrissie, you are so beautiful. I can't believe that you are the gawky little guy who was sitting at this table just twenty-four hours ago when the girls first brought this whole thing up."

She pulled back and held Chris at arm's length and took him in again. "How is this possible? Do you have a tan? I thought that you weren't supposed to get a tan with those boobs?"

"It's a spray-on tan, Mrs. Walters," Gina said.

"My mom thought it would make everything look more natural. All five of us have been well coached on how to do Chris' hair and make-up. We can make her look great on the street, like she is now, or on the stage. We'll take really good care of your little-ist girl."

His mom stood back and had them all come close together so she could take a look at the five of them together. She looked from one to the next to the next and there just wasn't any difference; they were all beautiful young women.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?"

Chris was a bit confused.

"I feel fine, Mom, Why?"

"No, baby, I mean; how do you feel in the clothes and the makeup? How do you like the long hair? All of it?"

Everyone got quiet to hear his response.  "I don't know. I guess I feel... nice. All the pampering over the last two days was really special for me. I kind of loved being fussed over and Marie was so nice to me. My body is so smooth now, too. It's really sensitive and the clothes that I'm wearing are so much nicer than my boy's clothes. I like the softness of this polo shirt a lot.

I never felt that in my old ones. And this skirt makes me feel... well, I guess I feel pretty. I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror, Mom.

No one ever noticed Chris, but, mommy, no one can look at me now and not see something beautiful in me. I really like it, Mom! Really!"  "Oh, baby, baby, baby," and she hugged him again.

"You are so very, very beautiful."

"Ok, girls!" Margo interrupted. "I hate to be the slave driver, but we have a little gig coming up in just a few days and we need to rehearse our new 'chick' singer.

She needs to learn a few new songs and get used to moving in her sexy, new clothes," With that she gave Chris' fanny a soft slap and her hand lingered there just a little longer than it should have. "Come on, sweetie pie, let's go downstairs and get this band focused!"

As they all disappeared down the stairs, his mom watched in astonishment. 'He is beautiful!' she thought. 'He is so much smaller than the rest of them. I can't believe that's my shy little boy. I guess that shyness in a boy is odd, but shyness in a girl is somehow attractive.' She couldn't help but have a few more concerns, though, and she still thought, 'I sure hope that we're doing the right thing.'