As Girly As It Gets - The Drama Queen - Part 3

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Save that I wanted to be an artist, which mom and dad were really opposed to, I really had no clue about makeup. I went online and started looking around at the different styles and types of faces that they looked best on, and so on it went. Based on the information I found, I had an oval face, so it lent itself well to almost any style of makeup I choose to do.

Knowing that I went back to one of the glamor style looks I had seen and went to work. I broke out the brushes and primers and all the other stuff I had initially decided not to use. I went at my face like I had some of my drawings. I used crisp lines around my mouth and eyes, highlighted the cheekbones, and even purposely smudged a few areas. I did warm browns for my eye shadow and used three different colors in all.

I let the eyeliner go just a touch out past my eyes and then plucked my own brows till they were pencil-thin. I kept their natural curve and used a pencil to make them fuller-looking. I paused and picked out my jewelry as I pondered what to do with my lips. They were looking naturally. After I had the necklace and earring in place, I recalled the unique tube of lipstick Lori had given me.

I remember her telling me how men hated the taste of lipstick. This was some special stuff that was soft rose color with glitter in it, and when it dried, it had a wet look to it. It did not rub off or kiss of as Lori had grinned when she told me about it. It was actually two tubes, one was the lipstick itself, and the other was a sealer.

I did my lips with the same care I used everywhere else. I kept the lines crisp and clean, even at the cupid bow on top. I blotted some of the excesses off and then added the sealer watching it turn glossy and wet, looking right before my eyes. When I felt sure it was done, I tried to wipe it off, and it stayed just like I had wanted.

I stood and turned on the overhead light in my room and then moved, so I was in front of the big dressing mirror in the corner. I might have gone a little overboard, but the French nails didn't actually let me pull off the look I had wanted. I still looked much older than I was and, if I had been a boy looking at me, I would have had to ask me out on a date.

Mom and sis were out by the pool as dad's return wasn't such a big deal to them. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be, but if it was shock and awe, then I would be happy beyond all words. It was eleven-fifty now, and mom hadn't seen me since breakfast, so she came to check on me. I told her through the door I was writing on my story, and she reminded me that dad would be home soon.

I considered meeting him at the door just for the shock value. Then I decided I would wait and let mom call for me as I knew she would. At least dad could get a hug and kiss from a mom before I took a hammer to the fantasy world he was living in.

From my window, I watched dad park his car and walk into the house. He had some tan, but it was nothing like mine, and my pulse quickened a bit as the moment of truth was at hand.

Sis did her little girl shout that daddy was home, and I know she jumped in his arms for a hug. Mom called my name, paused for a kiss from dad, and then told me they were in the den and that I should come down.

I did my mental checklist, hips forward when you walk, arms slightly bent, breasts out or shoulders back, and smile really big. The staircase ended in the den, but if I knew my dad at all, he would be standing at the wet bar fixing himself a drink. It was on the other side of the room, so I had to get the walk just right.

When I got to the same floor as the den, dad's back was to me at first. I pulled the dress down again just as mom cleared her throat.

Dad turned just in time to see me start my walk across the room as I was hamming it up all I could. When I got close enough, I put my hands on his waist, raised one foot up behind me, and gave him a chaste kiss right on the lips.

"Welcome home, Daddy," I said, still holding on to his waist.

His face lit up like he had seen a ghost, and he actually dropped the drink in his hand. Thankfully, it landed in the ice bucket with a thud that shook him back to the moment. His eyes went straight to the cleft between my boobs, and as I moved away, I could feel his eyes checking every inch of me over. I held my dress as I took the Queen Ann chair that mom usually sat in, and then, as ladylike as I could, I crossed my legs, letting my high heel just swing in the air.

"Charles!" Mom said, as dad was just standing there motionless and not talking.

Dad looked at mom, then over at sis, and then back at me. It was like he was checking to make sure he was in the right house, and this was his wife and kids. Even though mom had told him about me, he wasn't in the least prepared for what he had now seen firsthand.

"We need to talk," he said to me as he held out his hand for mine.

"We'll be back before dinner," he said to mom.

I kind of saw this coming, so I piled on a bit. Dad and I never talked man talk in the house with the girls; we always went to a café or the mall.

"Let me get my purse," I said and headed back up the stairs getting the black clutch I had all ready to go.

Dad was standing at the foot of the stairs, so he very well might have seen up my dress enough to know I was wearing stockings and garters. At the moment, anything that put him on his ear was fine with me, and I had no intentions of going easy on him when he started talking to me.

He opened the door for me and then walked beside me and opened the car door for me as well. If he was trying to put the shoe on the other foot, he was in for one hell of a surprise. I fully intended for him to treat me as a girl, and I would love every minute of it, so long as he was uncomfortable doing it.

When he pulled into the only café/bar in town, I knew then he was not thinking like my dad. I sat and waited for him to open the door for me and gave him a full-on look at my nylon-covered legs as I swung them to get out. He looked, too; trust me, he was still in shock. He put his arm around my waist and walked me to the door, which I waited for him to open, and then followed him to a booth in the bar area without anyone even giving me a second look.

He ordered a scotch on the rocks, and I took advantage of his condition and ordered a white wine. As soon as the waitress was gone, he gave me a stern look and started to talk.

"What did you do with my son?" He asked, as if I wasn't there.

"Now, Daddy," I virtually purred in an innocent tone. "How many times have you told me to get the right answer you have to ask the right question?" I smiled just as our drinks arrived.

I leaned forward just enough to make his eyes go to my boobs and took a drink of the wine.

"So what is the right question?" He said, downing the scotch in one drink.

"What did you do with your son?" I shot back, still sounding innocent as I could.

"Me?" He said with a raised brow.

"You did run off and leave me at the mercy of mom and those college students," I said as if reminding him of what had happened.

"I never thought your mom was silly enough to make you go through with this," he said with some realization coming to his voice and ordering another drink as the waitress arrived.

"Oh, I know, Daddy, you weren't there when we all sat at the table and talked about this," I said, turning on all the charm I could.

He gave me a look that would melt steel and paid the waitress, giving her a rather nice tip, too.

"Isn't it such a coincidence that you were gone for two weeks, and that was just the same amount of time it took to make your son just disappear," I added with just a hint of the hurt I was feeling showing.

"So this is my entire fault," he said and then gave me the list of all the bad boy things I had done or was believed to have done.

"Well, you can pretty well see I won't be doing those types of things now," I said, going back to sounding innocent.

I finished off the wine and gave him yet another look at my boobs just so he knew for sure that I blamed him beyond any and all doubt. The wine had started getting warm, having had to sit through the list of bad boy things. He ordered another round for us both and just looked at me like I was from outer space or something.

The bar was filling up relatively quick like, and when the first man came to the table and asked me to dance, for spite, I accepted. It was a slow song, and I moved in small circles as he led me around the dance floor. By the time the song ended, I was sure dad would be steaming mad. It wasn't like I had planned that, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

"Have you made your point yet?" He asked as I thanked the man and sent him on his way.

"That depends. Are you going to stop this now and bring mom back to her senses?" I said and took another sip of the wine.

"Yes, if I can, I will, but then you know how hard-headed she can be, and it won't be something I can change overnight," he added, as a man who didn't look so good asked me to dance.

"Thanks for the offer, but I am not sure my father would approve," I told him, letting dad off the hook, but only a little.

"Thank you," dad said as he looked at his watch and realized it was our average dinner time right then.

"We better get going, or your mom will hang us both out to dry," he said with a smile for the first time.

I leaned on dad as much as he leaned on me to get to the door. He wasn't drunk, but he was long past emotionally drained. As we rode home, I assured him sweetness and nice was all he would get from me till he brought mom back to the real world. He assured me again he would try as I let him keep opening the door for me just as he had from the start.

Mom had no clue about what had really happened between dad and me. I sat at the top of the stairs and listened after dinner to see if dad was going to rat me out. He didn't give her details, but and I will use his words she had on her big girl panties.

I could tell my mom's voice that she was thrilled when dad said that. Why, I didn't have a clue. Dad caught it just as easy as I did, and that pretty well ended any chance of him bringing her back to the reality that night. Over the week that followed that night when dad and I talked, or he saw me for any real length of time, I was all girl and innocent as could be.

Being that I was a girl now, or at least appeared to be, I didn't have girlfriends like sis did. That meant I stayed at home a lot more than she did, and there was a building tension between her and me as Dad now paid a lot of attention to me.

I decided to put part two of my plan in motion since it seemed that dad wasn't getting anywhere with mom. I knew all of our courses for next year were already online, so I started school a little early. It wasn't like I was going out to shoot hoops with the guys anytime soon. So I became a bookworm, so to speak.

I studied the courses I had signed up for, I worked on this story and watched every movie with the Hollywood pin-up girls I had so loved. I began to copy their moves as much as I could. I didn't really have the body for it unless I wore the waist cincher a lot, and I started wearing it more and more. I did my makeup every day, and by the time the end of the month rolled around, I had it down pretty good.

Mom had told dad she just wasn't sure that I had mended my ways and really became the Little Miss Sweetness I projected. She thought she would scare me with a trip to the salon she used, but when I jumped on that with both feet, she knew that was a bust. On the ride home, mom took a different approach just to see if I would show my true colors. She told me my acting ability had really improved, but I was about to send my father over the edge, being Little Miss Innocent all the time like I was. I looked at my nails as if checking my fresh manicure, then flipped my hair back, saying I had no clue what she was talking about.

That well ended any further conversation that day. That night mom told dad as they lay in bed, she had created a monster and now had no clue what to do.

"Well, the best answer is usually the most obvious one," dad said, sounding surprised. "If he's suffering half as bad as we are, I think you know what to do," dad added.

"Suffering?" Mom said in a huff. "He loves every second that he can rub our noses in what has happened," she said, sounding even more perturbed.

"Well, hell, honey, the only thing about him that isn't as girly as it gets is what we know is between his legs," dad said, sounding irritated at mom.

"Like I haven't noticed that," mom said, sounding angry now.

"Well, when you're willing to change your ways and stop treating him like he was the scourge of all boys on earth, maybe he will change, too," dad said, sounding as if he was taking my side for a change.

"The girl in that bedroom I can deal with, the boy that should be there is your doing," mom stated in a tone that broke no argument.

Having heard that conversation, I felt sure my time as a girl was going to continue. That being the case, I became that much more determined to drive mom right off the deep end. If mom and dad could see me or hear me talking with sis, I was the best big sister she could have. When she had her birthday, I bought her a really sexy dress and all the stuff to go with it. She had seen it at the mall when we were back to school shopping.

This time it was the mom that blew a fuse, and she went after dad balls out. Didn't you pay attention when they were shopping at the mall? She started, and on she went till she was all but hyperventilating. I had seen to it that sis got as much sexy stuff to wear as she wanted, as Dad had trusted me to shop with her.

Dad knew I had done it on purpose and never said a word. When mom said she was taking it all back, sis insisted that she take all my stuff back as well because I dressed just the same as she wanted to. Wow! The stuff really hit the fan then as mom had dug her own hole, and I had just covered her up.

When it was all said and done, sis got to keep everything, and mom looked like she had been in the ring with Muhammad Ali. She ran off to the bedroom, crying that she had the most out-of-control kids on the planet. Dad sent sis and me to the pool so he could talk to mom in private and try to calm her down.

When sis started walking towards the pool, I told dad I wasn't going to let up, not even an inch, till she apologized. Dad said he understood and was prepared for the worst now that mom was over the edge like she was.

At the end of the month, I was treated to another trip to the salon, and despite all mom's efforts to get me to break character, I never did. She was furious when we got home, and I gave her a hug and thanked her for the new nails and fresh perm. I had oval-tipped glamor length acrylic nails now, as mom was sure I would never sit for that. I just acted like they were the best gift she had given me so far and went on like it was no big deal otherwise.

Thank goodness I was already six weeks ahead of my class and only had to hit the send button to turn in my homework for a while. I would figure out how to type with my new nails, but it did take some doing not to hit two or three keys at the same time.

Two weeks before school was to start, Dad dragged me off to that same place again. I was dressed just as sexy and had on the makeup and high heels and made him treat me like a girl just like the last time. He was upset I knew that, but I still ordered a glass of wine when the waitress arrived.

"You realize this undeclared war between you and your mom is driving her crazy," he said with a grin.

"I hope so," I replied. "I heard her admit that she signed my name for me to volunteer, and I know she signed the consent form at the back," I added.

"She wasn't trying to hurt you, she just wanted you to change your ways and not skip classes and all that other stuff," dad said, making what mom had done seem innocent.

"I'm not buying that Dad, she is still doing her best to embarrass me or even humiliate me," I said, placing my hands flat on the table so he could see the claws I had now.

"So you're still not willing to back off?" Dad said, like it was a question.

"Not even a little," I replied, letting just a hint of his son show through.

"If that is your final answer, then I will accept it, but will you dance with your old man and accept my apology?" He said with a smile.

"Yes, and, yes," I replied, then stood and walked onto the dance floor with him.

Dad held me tight to his chest and apologized at least a dozen times for what had happened to me. He promised me that for however long this lasted, no matter what, he would be proud of his daughter and always be there for her.

I could tell he felt every word he said, and for a moment, my hard exterior started to crack as a tear came to my eyes. This was the dad I knew and loved, and it seemed once again he loved me. I couldn't back down now, not to mom anyway, and I told him that quietly as we danced. He told me he understood as he had taught me well to stand my ground, and I was doing just that. Just as the dance ended, he said I indeed was my father's son. I couldn't hold back the tears then.

I made daddy sit in the car with me till I fixed my makeup, and he knew I would never let mom know I had shed a single tear over any of this. At least dad cared enough to apologize to me, and for that, he was the greatest dad in the world to me.

I didn't make it past roll call the first day before Mr. Edwards ushered me off to the principal's office. The real problem was the skin-tight skirt I had on that just went halfway to my knees. The top I had on was a pullover with a deep V neck, and it exposed a good bit of my cleavage. Of course, I had on my waist cincher, stockings, and high heels, so he couldn't take his eyes off of me.

He said that Marsha Jacobs had no Id from the school, and that was the reason he sent me to her. I put the tiara on my head and asked if he remembered who the homecoming queen was just as I slammed the door to his room and left.

The laughter from his room could be heard all the way to Ms. Addison's office and was still going strong when I got there. The look on his face when he realized who I really was, well, priceless, didn't exactly cover it.

Ms. Addison, for her part, wasn't happy about the way I was dressed. It was well within the dress code, but with the makeup, high heels, and seamed stockings, she wasn't so sure the boys or men, for that matter, could make it through class with me there. She took my picture and made me an ID with Marsha's name on it but didn't check either box male or female.

I went back to class, and with all the laughter and chair shuffling, the only place for me to sit was right in front of Mr. Edward's desk. I was a girl on a mission now. He sent me to the office on the first day, and for that, he would pay.

The class lasted an hour, and after I opened my legs enough for him to see my panties and garters, the rise in his Levies would not go down. He was so embarrassed that he sat at his desk for most of the class to hide his problem.

My 'girl power' was working just fine, and at mom and dad's expense, I had honed it to a razor-sharp edge. Right now, I was betting that Mr. Edwards knew a little about that firsthand and would question the wisdom of sending me to see Ms. Addison again anytime soon.

Between classes that day, the guys swarmed in the halls like they had never seen a pretty girl or something. At lunch, they were tripping over their tongues, trying to get to the table where I was sitting, and it was full till I got up to leave. Now you would think some of the other girls would have clued them in, but they were far more content to sit back and laugh at them, knowing full well I was a boy.

Of course, sis got to see some of it happen in real-time, and like two seconds in the door, she was blabbing it all to mom in great detail. I just sat back and watch as the horror of her creation was written on her face once again.

Well, you are up to date, and we'll just have to see as the year goes by if mom is really dedicated to the idea of me being a girl.