Brad Winters looked at the name printed on the card he had selected. He tried to hide his disappointment with whom he picked. ‘Of all the luck I would get her’
The card read ‘Carrie Drake’. He glanced to his right to take a look at her. What little he knew about her fit well with her reputation as the nerdiest girl in his grade. While Brad knew full well that the typical girl’s school uniform did little to enhance the look of her female body, she seemed to go out of her way to look plain. She had her brownish colored hair pulled tightly back into a flat ponytail that frizzed out over her shoulders, she wore no makeup and completing the nerd stereotype she wore Black framed glasses.
At this moment she seemed oblivious to what was going on. Brad wondered if Carrie was really interested in taking this Drama class or had signed up since it provided an exemption from Gym class. He recalled that his twin sister Britney had also been interested in taking Drama. But when it came time to choose, she went with Gym since she liked sports more.
Once all the names had been picked, Mrs. Eliot explained what she expected from the class and answered some questions. “I’m encouraging you all to be creative. You can portray a caricature of your partner or try for as realistic a performance as possible. The full resources of the drama class and stage are available to you all. At the end of four weeks, you all will give a short performance to the class that will be graded.”
Brad was already dismissively thinking how easy this project would be for him. All he had to do was perform a caricature of Carrie talking excitedly about something like Star Wars.
Mrs. Eliot instructed the boys to connect with their partner and begin swapping clothes. Brad slowly approached Carrie. “So I guess you and I will be partners on this project” he said sheepishly.
Carrie looked up and pushed her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose “Oh great, this day keeps getting better and better” she said disdainfully. “We might as well get this over with” she sighed. The two then headed off to find find a spot to swap.
They found a dressing room with a partition that would allow them to exchange clothes with some privacy. Brad quickly slid on her white panties and knee high blue socks before pausing to look at the matching white bra. He knew he was going to need some help with that so he pulled on the Blue and Gray plaid skirt, surprised to find it fit quite comfortably.
“Carrie, when you get a chance, I could use some help with the bra.”
She stepped out from behind the partition tucking his White dress shirt into the top of his Gray trousers. “What’s the matter Brad, you only know how to take one of those off a girl?” she teased him.
Brad was confused with her question especially since her tone seemed to imply more than a simple joke. “Come again?” he asked
She wrapped the bra around his chest and secured the hooks in back “Well the talk around school is you have a way with the ladies.”
Brad’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What Carrie didn’t know was that Brad tended to embellish his stories about his dates with their classmates.
*****
Carrie was feeling a small change in the nature of their relationship. Brad’s uniform was fitting her quite comfortably and she could see that her’s would do the same to him.
“I’ve always admired how you threw yourself totally into your roles this year” she said flattering him. “Will that be your goal for this project?”
“I always strive to do my best” he said proudly
“Good, let’s make sure your chest looks authentic then”
Before Brad could object, Carrie started stuffing facial tissues into the empty cups of the bra to fill them out.
“We don’t want to over do it. ‘Carrie Drake’ is no big breasted bimbo” she said admiring her handiwork.
*****
Brad had to admit the filled bra cups looked nice. He went about dressing in the rest of her clothes. He was most surprised her Black Mary Janes with their simple strap across the ankle fit and were comfortable. Even her Navy Blue blazer fit nicely when he buttoned it up. The stuffed bra and the flair of the skirt presented the image of a normal teenage female student.
The two stood side by side looking at their image in a mirror. Brad was suddenly feeling a little less confident. The broad shoulders of his jacket combined with Carrie leaving it unbuttoned created an illusion that her torso looked larger than his now sleek and skinny form.
“Good thing the Drama department doesn’t have wigs to match our hairstyles, eh?” he joked somewhat nervously.
Carrie’s eyes narrowed “Funny that you would say that” she smirked as she reached up with both hands behind her head and pulled upward. Brad nearly jumped back as she pulled a huge handful of hair off her head.
“What the hell!” he exclaimed but as he looked closely he could see the hair was attached to a Bow clasp that matched the pattern of the plaid skirt he was now wearing.
“Carrie, why are you wearing a ponytail extension?” he asked
“Well there was…” she paused for a moment “Never mind, I don’t want to talk about it” she hissed. Carrie spun around so that he could see that her hair was pulled tightly into a single short ponytail. She unwound a hair band that was securing it and turned to Brad.
“Let me get to work on your hair now”.
Brad tried to protest but Carrie cut him off “Just think Brad, everyone in class will be super impressed with your dedication to this project.”
A few minutes later Brad’s head was a very close match for how Carrie looked at the beginning of class with just one exception.
Carrie removed her glasses and slid them onto Brad’s face. The transformation was now complete. All the little pieces had come together forcing Brad to reluctantly admit that he now closely resembled the real Carrie Drake. Carrie was even able to use her fingers to fluff her hair out to approximate Brad’s usual hairstyle
“What’s the latest hot anime from Japan?” Carrie whispered into his ear. The apparent jibe went unnoticed by Brad. Her words had instead triggered a past memory, almost as if that was something he had teased Carrie about. As Brad was trying to remember, Carrie said
“Before we get back to the class, would you mind if we get our backpacks from our lockers first? That way we won’t have to rush around before school lets out.”
Brad agreed and the two headed out. As they walked Carrie asked him how her clothes felt to him.
“I guess I should be thankful that the Dress Code means no heels on your Mary Jane shoes. They fit great. Brad didnt’ notice that Carrie paid close attention to the combination he used to open his locker. Brad pulled his Black and White Nike backpack out but before he could sling it over his shoulder, Carrie reached out and grabbed a strap.
“Let me carry it. Goes with the image now” she almost growled.
Brad shrugged his shoulders and let her take it.
*****
As the two headed to her locker Carrie was feeling much more confident. She was the one dressed like the one of the school’s ‘cooler and popular’ boys with the large sports backpack slung over her right shoulder. Brad now looked like her former diminutive, nerdy self. She had to find a way to prolong this exchange.
At her locker she pulled out her Red, Blue and Gold Wonder Woman themed backpack. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Brad smirking ‘It’s a perfectly fine backpack and Diana Prince is much cooler than some dumb swoosh design’ she grumbled. She handed the bag to Brad and he slung it over both shoulders.
“Don’t forget your purse Carrie” she said as she handed him a small Black bag.
Brad rolled his eyes but said nothing as he slung it over his right shoulder. The two then returned to the Drama class.
*****
They spent the rest of the time studying each other. Brad was particularly interested in trying to mimic her voice and inflections. Carrie concluded that might work very well with what she was planning so she tried to match his efforts. It was going so well that Carrie was even able to get Brad to let her take a picture of him.
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(Kira: I know the image isn’t a perfect match but its close to what I’m going for)
Soon it was time for the class to get their own clothes back so Brad and Carrie headed back to the same dressing room they had used before. Just as they were about to enter, Carrie suddenly said “I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Brad didn’t take much notice that she had walked off carrying his Nike backpack. He spent the time studying his image in a mirror, he was totally fascinated by how much he now appeared like Carrie. Brad twisted his body back and forth taking delight in how his skirt flared up with each rotation and how her ponytail bounced around his shoulders. He clearly lost track of time and was startled when the last bell rang. This indicated that the students could begin to depart to their waiting buses.
A wave of panic swept over Brad. Instinctively he grabbed Carries backpack and purse and ran to the nearest bathrooms. His fear overwhelmed any sense of propriety as he charged into both the boys and girls rooms only to find them both empty.
He moved as quickly as he could to the front of the school but he was too late. He watched from a distance as Carrie boarded his bus and stared helplessly as it drove by.
‘Crap. What am I going to do now’ he thought as he petulantly stomped his right foot.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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