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I leaped out the other side of the table and ran for my life, I heard the girls shouting at each other behind me in unison âYou let him get away!â I ran for the nearest hiding place I could find, Kirstyâs house. I knew her mum was probably away at work at this time of day, so the house would be empty. I zoomed down the side of the house and into their back garden, the door to their conservatory was hanging open, so I quietly slid into the house and hid behind the sofa. It took me a while to realise that I was now stuck in Kirstyâs house, I heard her closing the gate to the back garden, and her mum always kept the front door locked during the day. Kirsty and her mum were the only ones who had the key! I was now trapped, and Kirsty was stalking around the house looking for me. She could do anything to me now, since I was technically trespassing. When I began to think about what she might do to me, I became frozen with fear. She might pull off all my clothes and push me outside, or lock me in her sisterâs room and tell her mum Iâm a pervert! I didnât think to move and find a new hiding place, I was stuck in my own mind thinking of my fate. Kirsty had already snuck up behind me and had me on my back in seconds. The lipstain was primed and ready, she had one hand clamped onto my chin to hold me still. âItâs not so bad, stop being a babyâ she said with an evil smirk on her face. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as she gently slid the lipstain over my lips, then used her thumb and forefinger to stretch my lips into a forced smile. âThere, I told you itâs not so badâ âIâm a boy!â I shouted at her. âYou look more like a girlâ she replied coolly. I had to admit, being only 12 and having shoulder length curly blonde hair, that she was right. Kirsty smiled playfully and pulled me up to my feet with one hand, god she was strong. I knew she was just playing games, she didnât do this because she hated me, I imagined she was just in the mood for some friendly humiliation. I remembered this girl was one of my best friends, so I returned her smile with a shy one of my own, even if it was directed at the floor. She lifted my chin up with her thumb and jokily said, âYou look prettyâ. I grunted. We had about 2 hours before Kirstyâs mum got home, so we decided to go up to her room and watch TV. We must have been having so much fun that I forgot about the cherry taste on my lips. âKirsty, how do I take this off?â I asked when the advertisement break came on. âIt doesnât come offâ she replied quickly without looking away from the TV. Now I didnât mind watching Mean Girls in a girlâs room with a girl, but I was not going to wear lipstain forever, I had to put my foot down now. âIâm serious, how do I take this off!â I wanted to shout but for the sake of all the fun we were having, I only raised my voice slightly. But before Kirsty could reply, we heard the front door unlocking, and the voice of Kirstyâs mum announcing she was home. Kirsty didnât talk, she just went into overdrive as she sprinted about the room gathering supplies. âYour mum canât see me like this! Sheâll tell my parents and Iâll never be able to go outside again!â I whispered at her in a nervous and hysterical tone. âNo she canât, boyâs arenât allowed in my room!â she squeaked at me in the same tone. I decided what I would do immediately, I ran for Kirstyâs closet. My thinking was this was a girlâs closet, so there will be tons and tons of clothes to hide behind. Kirsty was still rushing around grabbing things, whilst simultaneously cleaning up the room and somehow managing to grab the back of my shirt just as I was about to hide in the closet. When my momentum was gone, she turned me around by the shoulders and commanded me to put a pink t-shirt on which she held in front of me. I put my foot down again and declared sternly that I would never, but Kirsty was already pulling the t-shirt over my head and pulling my arms through the sleeves. A girly pink and tight fitting t-shirt quickly covered up my green army shirt, with a yellow flower print on the front. This was not going through my head when I was thinking of things Kirsty might do to me. By now I understood what Kirsty was trying to do, she wanted her mum to think I was just another girl in the room so she wouldnât get into trouble. I thought the pink shirt was enough but she thought otherwise. She led me over to the closet that had a mirror on the front of the door. I studied my reflection closely whilst Kirsty stood behind me. She was at least a foot taller than me, but I wasnât looking at her. In my pink flowery t-shirt, green shorts, my curly blonde hair and my glossed pink purple lips, I looked girly enough to pass as a maybe a 12 year old female version of myself. I wouldnât have to worry about Kirstyâs mum, Suzanne, recognizing me, or even Kirstyâs sister Maddie. Suzanne was at work most of the day, and only got home when most of us had gone back inside, Maddi and I have never even talked once, she always spent her time playing with Samantha's brother Will. Kirsty began brushing my shoulder length hair vigorously until it was devoid of knots and smooth, then gathered it together and tied it into a girly ponytail at the back of my head. She made sure to tie my hair closer to the top of my head, so it was clearly noticeable, but much more painful for me. I raised my hand to try and loosen it slightly, but Kirsty batted my hand away. âDonât, it makes you a more convincing girlâ she said in a rushed voice I pouted and looked down at the ground. âI need you to smile and be a good girl, Jaidenâ she continued. I looked at her in the mirror and gave her a confused look, she gave me a quick look in the mirror and smirked for a millisecond, she was still rushing. We heard footsteps in the kitchen downstairs. âKirsty?â her mum shouted. âIâm busy mum!â she shouted back through the door to her room. Kirsty placed another pink item, a hair clip with a red plastic flower, on either side of my ponytail to keep any loose hairs in place. There was still the short hairs on my legs, I didnât think girls as young as 12 shaved their legs, but Kirsty wanted to make sure her mum didnât see anything to make her think I was a boy. She turned me around again and told me to raise my shirt, or shirts since I still had my boy shirt underneath the pink one. I crossed my arms and whispered âNo!â She muttered something about boyâs being stupid and raised my shirts up herself, then reached for her deodorant and sprayed my bare chest for a good few seconds. For a moment all I could smell was a flowery fragrance similar to what Kirsty always smelt like. She dropped my shirts back down and pulled me over to her vanity desk, right next to her bed and the window. She grabbed a glass bottle of another pink liquid spritzed each of my wrists and my neck. Now the flowery smell was gone and all I could smell was a soft fragrance of coconuts. Without loosening her grip on my hand, she pulled the bed sheets back, sat me down at the end of her bed and threw the sheets over my legs. âGood, now we canât see your hairy legsâ she said in her rushed voice as she walked over to the door and quietly closed it. I heard the footsteps of her mother coming up the stairs and so did Kirsty, she sprinted over to her desk and gathered a bunch of small bottles and a small table, the type of table people use when they have breakfast in bed. In a matter of seconds, the table was sitting across my legs and covered in all these different bottles of nail polish, Kirsty was sitting at the other end of her bed with her legs under the covers barely touching my own hairy legs. We were sitting opposite each other, half our bodies under the covers, with this table of more cosmetics sitting between us. Kirsty took a few breaths to calm down, then grabbed my left hand and began filing my nails. I had to take a few breaths to relax myself. This was the first time I was able to actually study the situation I was in. Back when we were watching TV, all I really focused on was the TV. I didnât seem to notice the fact I was in a girlâs room with another girl until well, now. At this point I think I should say that Kirsty is a very girly girl. And her room only helped to reinforce that. I looked at surroundings carefully. The room looked like it hadnât been redecorated since Kirsty was around 6 or 7, the walls were pink, but lined with paintings of bunnies and rainbows at the tops and bottoms of the walls. Her bed was a queen size canopy bed with light purple curtains, the sheets were plain white, but with white lace around the edges, the pillows too. All her stuffed toys were pilled on the bed behind Kirsty, and Iâm sure that every single type of animal in the world was in that pile. The carpet was a very fluffy white material, and the furniture, including her vanity table, was all painted a glossy white. The only window in the room was above her vanity table, and looked into the back garden, the curtains were also light purple to match those on the bed. All in all, a very girly room. Kirsty was busy trying to smooth out my nails when I came back to the present, I chewed my nails regularly so she certainly had a tough job cleaning them up. I looked across the room at the mirror on the closet, I desperately searched for me in the reflection but all I could was two girls doing their nails in bed. I honestly felt like Iâd fallen into someone elseâs life here, but was brought back to reality when Suzanne opened the door. If she saw what I could see in the mirror, then we were going to be fine. And I was right. As soon as she entered the room, a wide smile engulfed her face as she spotted me. âA new friend Kirsty darling?â she asked as she gave me another quick smile and began searching for something in her bag. âYeah, Mum this is Jaiden, we met today in the parkâ Kirsty replied. Suzanne looked to be in her late thirties, tall and curvy, long brown hair, an everlasting smile and a face that was only just starting to show signs of aging. She was truly beautiful. I waved at Suzanne with my free hand and uttered a quiet and shy hello to her. âNice to meet you Jaiden, Iâm glad you met my daughter, she needs another girly girl like herselfâ she grinned. I went red in the face, feeling utterly humiliated by that. âMum, did you get what I asked for?â said Kirsty, ignoring her motherâs comment. Her mother was already walking towards the bed and pulled out a blue package from her handbag. She handed it to Kirsty who quickly hid the package behind her. Suzanne gave me a quick look and asked âOh Jaiden, do you need any? I bought spares.â I smiled to distract her whilst I looked at Kirsty in the corner of my eye, Iâm told I have an infectious smile, so Suzanne would be too distracted to see that her daughter was shaking her head vigorously. I took the hint from Kirsty and shyly spoke âOh no thanks Mrs Allingham, Iâm okay for nowâ âOh please dear call me Mum, all Kirstyâs friends do, only the girls though.â She said. âYou know where to find me if you need these, thenâ she continued as she pointed at another blue package poking out of her bag, which I guessed were the spares she mentioned. I nodded with a little smile. âMumâ leaned over the table to look at what Kirsty was doing with my nails and gave me a little âtut tutâ âPretty girl like you shouldnât be biting her nailsâ she smiled knowingly as she put a hand on my shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. âI get nervous a lot, Mrs Allinghamâ I replied âMumâ she corrected, âMake sure you paint her nails in the Fuchsia pink polish that you have dear, itâll match her t-shirtâ she said confidently. âI know mum, Iâve done this beforeâ Kirsty replied, giving her mum an unimpressed look before continuing to file my nails. âSo am I making dinner for two or three?â She said as she gave both of us looks, clearly she wanted me to stay for dinner, she looked so excited to see a new face. One of us had to answer, I would of said no and so would Kirsty, but I guess we were just confused as to who was going to say it. âThree mum, Jaiden is staying the night.â Kirsty blurted out. Her mother nodded excitedly. âDinner is in an hour, make sure your ready by then girls, alright?â She smiled at us both and gave my shoulder another squeeze before she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. âWhat! I canât stay here over night and pretend to be a girl! I canât!â I shouted at Kirsty, she just grinned at me. âYou donât have a chance of walking out of this house dressed as a boy and looking like a boy Freddie.â She said. âMy mum will see you and sheâll go nuts, sheâll be angry with you for being in my bed room and wearing my clothes, sheâll be angry with me letting you in here, and sheâll be angry with both of us for lying to her.â âAnd if you really want to walk out of this house dressed as a girl, go ahead, just know that youâre parents will see you dressed as a girl along with everyone else who might recognise you.â âBesides youâre always talking about how your parents donât care about you, and donât even notice when youâre gone, I thought you might want to get away from them for a bitâ she finished. Kirsty was right, I didnât have a chance of getting out of the house dressed as a boy. And even if I did manage to sneak out, spending the night with Kirsty was much better than spending it in my own house with my parents. I took every chance I got to get away from my mum and dad, theyâre always insulting me and making me feel worthless. All I look forward to when I get home is playing with my neighbours. âIâm sorry, for shouting at you, youâre right as always.â I said dejectedly as I slid out of the bed and stood up. Kirsty smiled up at me and nodded. âYouâll have to pretend to be a girl for now anyway, you can dress as a boy again tomorrow and leave when Mum is at work.â âNow sit down and let me finish your nails, Jaidenâ she finished, adding extra emphasis on my new name to try and get me into character quicker. âBut I donât want to have Fuchsia pink nailsâ I moaned at her like a baby. âMum will be disappointed if you donât come down looking pretty, now sit and shush.â she said with a grin. I grunted. âSit down or Iâll give you a full makeover!â she commanded. I sat back down on the bed and slid my legs under the covers once again. Kirsty went to work painting my nails a fuchsia pink. I began to think about how the evening was going to go, what we would talk about at dinner, where I was going to sleep and all that. âKirsty?â âYeah girlfriend?â she snickered at me; I just gave her a serious look. âWhat?â she asked. âWhat are we going to do tonight? Iâm scared Iâll do something wrong and your mum will be onto usâŚwhat do we do?â I asked, my nervousness almost exploding in Kirstyâs face. âJust be polite, think girly thoughts, be girly you know, things will be fine and Mum wont find out.â She replied. âIâm a boy, I donât know how to act girly!â I blurted at her, she was obviously becoming more agitated by my nervousness. âJaiden, just shush, youâll be fine, just be polite to my mum, take really small bites of your food, think about pink, think about unicorns, puppies, you know, youâll be fine, I promise!â she encouraged me with a gentle stroke down my arm, then continued painting my nails in that Fuchsia pink polish. âAnd donât forget to smooth your dress before you sit down, do that and Mum will never suspect a thing.â She said with a slight smirk. âBut Iâm not wearing a dress.â I said, confused. âYou will be.â Kirsty finished, her grin growing even bigger. Part 2 It took half an hour for Kirsty to finish painting all my nails Fuchsia pink, she decided to add little mint green flowers onto each of my nails so that her mum would be even more impressed when she saw them. By then it was dark outside and we could smell the food cooking downstairs. âYou cant go downstairs in those shorts, Mum will see the hair on your legs, even if they are quite short and hard to notice. We have to cover them upâ Kirsty said, her hand on her chin as she examined me up and down. I stood there nervously, waiting for Kirsty to say something. âI think a dress and some leggings will be bestâ she said. âI donât want to wear a dressâ I replied petulantly. âItâs either a dress or a skirt, a pink and ruffled one.â She replied whilst she had her head buried in her closet, searching for the clothes. I grunted and lowered my head, I had no choice but to do everything she told me to do. âNow for the Dress to look right, youâll have to wear these.â She held up a pair of white cotton panties. âNo, no no no no, definitely no!â I said defiantly, for now I was fine wearing girly shirts and that, but not panties, hell no. âDo I have to hold you down and do it myself?â Kirsty asked angrily, dinnertime was getting closer and closer and I was just holding things up. âPut them on or Mum will find out!â she continued. âLook, Iâm okay wearing these clothes for one night, but not panties.â âPut them on now!â âMake me!â That was the wrong thing to say, Kirsty was definitely being serious when she said sheâd do it herself. She put on her angry face and quickly had me cornered. I tried opening the window to escape, but luck was not with me, the window was jammed shut and the lock was out of my reach. The window didnât matter anyway, Kirsty got her arms around my waist and lifted me up of the ground like some little baby. She threw me onto the bed and within a second had my shorts removed, and then my boxer shorts too. I wriggled about on the bed, but it was not use, Kirsty was holding both my legs together and was already sliding the panties up my legs. She then pulled me to my feet, making sure to stand behind me. âNow are you going to be good and pull them up yourself or do I have to do everything?â she asked politely, but with sarcasm. I could tell she was enjoying treating me like a baby. I crossed my arms and didnât reply. She pulled the panties up all the way and patted me on the bum before she slowly turned me around to inspect my front. âGood, not a big bulge so Mum wonât see anything through your dress. Now please put these on?â She handed me the leggings, they were a very soft and stretchy material, but the colouring was pink and white horizontal stripes going all the way up the legs. I nodded slowly in resignation and began to struggle to pull the leggings up my legs. Kirsty stood beside me shaking her head, tutting. âOkay forget what I said, from now on Iâll dress you myself, okay? Now sit on the bed and stay still.â I did as I was told whilst Kirsty pulled the leggings off, turned them the right way around and quickly slid them up my legs until they were perfectly positioned around my waist. We began to talk more about what would happen at dinner. âJaiden, I was thinking, when youâre at the table, ask Mum lots of questions, that way she wont have time to ask you any questions about where youâre from, you know? And if she does ask you a question, Iâll help you out okay?â âOkay, but what if she asks me about my parents? What do I say?â I replied. âJust tell the truth, but donât say they live next door, Mum will love you even more when you tell her how your parents treat youâ she answered confidently. âSlid this on.â She held a blue and white polka dot dress in front of me, and I stepped into it without argument. Kirsty slid the dress on and adjusted it to fit. âNow you need some shoes, how about some converses?â she asked. âGreat! Some boy shoes.â I nodded excitedly, she grinned back at me and left the room to get them. While she was gone, I gave the room another look over, I checked out all of Kirstyâs shoes, some were girly, some were for sports and the others were for school, those were all black, some had flowers, all very girly. And then I saw them, Converses. But they were pink. I totally forgot they came in pink too. Kirsty soon returned holding a smaller pair of pink converses. âMum bought me and Maddie matching shoes.â She smirked at me and gently sat me back down on the bed. With expert care she fit each shoe onto each foot, whilst having this content smile on her lips. âAre you enjoying this?â I asked her as she tied my shoelaces like a mother would tie a toddlers shoe laces. âItâs fun, itâs like dressing a baby.â She snickered. âHey, I am not a baby!â I shouted at her. âJaiden, honey.â She finished tying my laces together into neat bows and then gently stroked my arm. âYouâre acting like one right now.â I pouted at her and she just grinned back. âNow turn around, thereâs one thing missing, essential for a girl your age.â I grunted and turned around on the bed. Kirsty pulled my shirts off and walked out of the room again. I looked around again, this time at all of her toys stuffed animals that were sitting on the bed. There I noticed the blue package that Suzanne had given to Kirsty earlier, I reached out for the package and read the labelling. âTampax Pearl â plastic â 36 Tamponsâ I was still reading the box when Kirsty returned, she snatched the box away from me and hid it in her cupboard. âWhat are those?â I asked in my 12 year oldâs innocent and confused voice. âDonât worry about those.â She replied. âI bet its sweets made just for girls.â I added coolly, I knew my candy. âNot even close, they are for girlâs hygiene and if youâre not careful Iâll make you use one, now hold your arms up.â She made me go silent with that. I held my arms up and immediately felt a soft material around each arm sliding down to my shoulders, the same material passed over my face and settled around my chest. I felt Kirsty come closer and fiddle with something behind my back, I could smell the coconut perfume she was wearing, and similar to the one I was forced to wear. âThis sports bra makes it look like your boobies are starting to grow, girls your age wear these.â I nodded slowly, at least the sporta bra was just a plain mint green and honestly what was the point in fighting her now. I accepted the bra much easier than I accepted the panties for sure. Kirsty slid the pink shirt with the yellow flower back over my head. She pulled me up off the bed and into a tight embrace, into my ear she whispered, âWhatever happens tonight, I want you to know that we will always be friends, no matter what.â I nodded slowly in reply. Just a few moments later, we heard Suzanne shout up the stairs âGirls! Dinner is ready! |