This choice: Chris feelings continue to evolve • Go Back...Chapter #57Chris feelings continue to evolve by: Kirafair   After Shannon Miller’s impromptu visit, Debra weighed when was a good time to tell Cynthia Jackson about it. There was never a doubt in her mind she would. Debra not only respected Chris’ mother, but over the last few months had come to view her as a close confidant.
The two had just started dinner and she deemed now was the right time. “Hey, I had a visitor today and I want to tell you about it”. Debra spent the next few minutes describing in detail the background and what eventually occurred. She concluded her summary with:
“I hope I handled it correctly, but I’d love to know what you think”
The look of unabashed pride on Cynthia’s face filled Debra with joy. The extension of the life swap project had an unexpected effect. Debra now subconsciously craved her ersatz mother’s approval.
Cynthia reached across the table and grasped both his hands. “You handled it superbly. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see you developing into a good man. Unlike your father”
Her statement left Debra bursting with pride. The whole conversation with Shannon was completely off the cuff. At times she found interactions with people bewildering. Maybe this was a sign she was improveing. If so, yet another thing she owed Chris. With her thoughts elsewhere, she paid little attention to the precise phrasing that Cynthia used. But one portion would subconsciously resonate with her.
The part about being a ‘good man’.
Later that night, she texted Chris fully disclosing the events of the day. Besides a desire to share everything, she wanted him to know the news would soon be spreading among the class. Chris and Debra were a couple.
*****
Chris’ chat with Mike vastly improved the boy’s mood and by extension everyone else’s. When they returned to the house later that night, he and Tara were in a jovial mood. That changed quickly when he had the chance to read Debra’s text messages. He was proud of how she handled it while wondering how he might have acted in her place.
‘Heck. She did better than I would have’ he thought while praising her in text replies.
This left him pondering how the news of them becoming a couple would be received. Good? Bad? Indifferent? He knew of at least one person who would probably start bad mouthing them right away Just thinking about Sloane Underwood raised his ire.
Tara noticed the change in his demeanor “Everything okay Deb?”
Chris calmed himself down and told her of the events at school. Tara expressed a bit of envy. “I wish I had an awesome boyfriend like Chris” she said wistfully
He managed to steer the conversation toward her. Mostly it was about boys she liked. However, he found himself keeny interested in some of her stories about cheerleading. Tara clearly enjoyed this aspect of school
As he drifted off to sleep, Chris kept thinking about the application he had submitted for the Wheaton cheer squad on Debra’s behalf. With her growing self-confidence, he was sure she would have had a great time. But that was a forlorn hope now. Especially as the news of their dating spread. Sloane was the squad’s Captain and would surely go above and beyond to make Debra’s life even worse than in the past.
While aware of this reality, it didn’t stop Chris from fantasizing about Debra in the school’s cheerleader uniform
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ifnc...
‘Too bad, she would have looked so hot’
Curiously, the length and style of Debra’s hair in this fantasy was practically identical to his current one.
*****
While the next day started with a hint of rain, the forecast was supposed to improve by the afternoon. Chris figured he would just hang out with Tara when Debra’s father poked his head in their room
“Hey girls, are you busy?”
Chris exchanged a quizzical look with Tara. “Not really. What’s up?”
He tossed a set of car keys toward him “Good. Since the weather isn’t great for the beach, lets get some practice driving in for you two”
Debra’s 18th birthday was a few weeks ago. Like Tara, he and Debra had a permit allowing them to drive in the company of an adult until passing a road test. Chris realized he’d been so focused on maintaining his impersonation of Debra these many months, he’d not thought about it all. Technically, ‘she’ could take the road test whenever it was convenient. A warm feeling spread through his body looking at Ken Burns smiling face
‘Why couldn’t my Dad have been as awesome as him?’ he bemoaned
They drove to a nearby small town with the girls taking turns on the quiet back streets. Chris was feeling quite good about himself until Ken suggested they practice parallel parking. He’d heard stories about it from upperclassmen on the soccer team. This one portion of the test was the sole reason why some failed and had to retake it. Park too far away from the curb? Fail. Hit the curb with the tires? Fail. Take an extra turn? Fail. It was the source of a great deal of mockery among classmates who didn’t pass.
He gulped nervously lining up the family car. However, Ken was extremely patient. He provided tips to the girls on how to “game the test” by lining up landmarks based on position of a window frame and how much to turn the steering wheel. After only a few tries, Chris was nailing it every time.
“Way to go Deb” Tara cheered from the back seat. After trading seats with her, Chris contemplated the possibility of taking the test before the end of the summer. Just thinking about securing a driver’s license with ‘her’ photo on the front was so exciting. The best part being ‘she’ could drive over and see ‘my boyfriend’ at any time.
It slowly dawned on Chris that for a brief moment there, he’d thought of himself as Debra and her as “my boyfriend Chris”
*****
Over the next few days, Chris and Tara did all the beach activities. He went fishing for the first time with Tara’s father. Sam and TJ took the girls sailing on a small dinghy. Chris had never visited the ocean so having the wind blow through his long hair as the sailboat cut through the water was exhilarating. The salt water and humidity was certainly giving it a great deal more body than usual.
One afternoon, Mike offered to teach ‘Debra’ how to use a paddleboard. Chris was totally unfamiliar with the whole concept but it kind of resembled a surfboard with a really long canoe paddle to provide motion. The trick seemed to be in mounting the board in the first place. This was best accomplished several meters offshore away from the breaking waves. The water there was almost chest deep for Chris, so Mike offered to assist ‘her’ in getting aboard. The issue was he needed to grab ‘Debra’ by both hips and lift.
Chris giggled seeing how nervous Mike was seeking to come up with a less touchy solution. The poor boy was obviously reluctant for a repeat of his faux pas the other day playing volleyball. Chris turned and deliberately backed his butt into Mike and said with a lilting laugh.
“Go on big guy. Grab my butt cheeks and let’s go!”
It had started at the end of school year party when Chris lightly flirted with a classmate but he was finding it increasingly entertaining to play the role of a coquettish ingenue. All he had to do was smile at Mike to elicit a bashful smile in return.
Chris initially started kneeling while getting accustomed to using the paddle. Mike called out encouragement and advice. Once his confidence grew, Chris decided to try standing upright. He gingerly raised up as the board rocked from side to side. After a few tentative paddles, Chris exclaimed “I’m doing it Mike!”
Famous last words. A gust of wind upset his balance. In trying to regain it, he overcompensated. With a flailing of arms and a paddle, Chris fell backward into the water. Right into the outstretched arms of Mike.
“I got you” he said calmly. The two gazed into each other's eyes for several heart beats. Chris was cradled in the arms of a young man and he didn’t mind it at all. A palpable yearning to be held exactly like this by ‘Chris’, err Debra soon overcame him. He just managed to catch himself from grabbing Mike by both cheeks and giving him a big kiss. He felt safe in his arms
Just before it got awkward, he gently let Chris down “Ready to try again?”
Chris nodded enthusiastically and turned around like before. This time he could feel Mike’s growing arousal pressing against his butt. With an impish smile, Chris wiggled his rear end a few times. Just to make sure he was feeling it correctly.
“Ready when you are!” he chirped
*****
One morning, about half way into the week-long vacation, Tara was showing Chris all the comments they got from the first TikTok video they made at the beach. Quite a few people asked “who’s the hot girl dancing with you?”
Previously, Chris would have humbly dismissed them. Tara was far prettier. But he was finally coming around to the fact boys found him attractive. His long hair looked so vibrant in the video. To be fair, his waist was also a bit thinner than Tara’s. Definitely not as curvy but he was starting to admire his body. The reduced caloric intake and waist training had really paid off.
She convinced him to create a new video. This one would involve a lot more dancing. Tara referred to it as “cutting shapes” whatever that meant. She choreographed a short series of moves and they spent an hour rehearsing. Tara was literally jumping for joy when they nailed it on the first take. (Like this)
https://youtube.com/shorts/kWP7hDlOtpY?s...
Almost as an aside, Tara made an offhand joke that ‘Debra’ was hiding her latent dancing skills and added “You really should try out for the Wheaton cheer squad. You would be so awesome at it”
The memory of submitting an application in Debra’s name rushed to the forefront of his mind. This left him pondering whether he should disclose this info to her.
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