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The Date               by: Traci Klawes     © 2001

 

I ran the razor over my right calf. So far, I had managed to nearly finish shaving my legs without cutting myself – too badly. At least I didn’t have to shave my chest. Unlike most guys, I never developed much hair there. It felt odd doing this, but Natalie had insisted.

"I really don’t like body hair that much. Would you mind too terribly if I asked you to –"

"Shave it? Why not? It’s winter, and no one’s going to see my legs anyway."

"All of it; if that’s o.k."

That reminded me… I forgot my armpits (as if that was a major undertaking… they were barely more covered than my chest.) I finished my shower quickly and dried myself. I grabbed the lotion Natalie had loaned me, and rubbed it into my skin. I had thought it felt strange in the shower, but this was an entirely different experience. I never knew my legs were that smooth under the hair. I grabbed my good slacks and my only clean shirt and got dressed in a hurry. Looking at the clock, I realized it had taken me longer than I had thought to shave. I didn’t want to be late for the date when we fulfilled the cliché of ‘taking it to the next level.’

I met her at the bar we’d agreed on: a dance club, but not the trashy meat-market kind. That was perfect, since I didn’t think either of us was "on the market." It was definitely a third-date kind of place. After scanning the crowd for a minute, I spotted her in the darkest, coziest corner. She already had two drinks ready. I sauntered over to her, admiring her figure and little black dress as I went.

"Hey gorgeous!" I greeted her. " Don’t you know you’re supposed to let the guy buy the drinks?"

"I was never one for convention," she smirked. "Besides, Nick, I didn’t feel like waiting." From the looks of her glass, she hadn’t been waiting long.

I leaned in and gave her a long, lingering kiss. When we came up for air, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the seat next to her. "Drink up," she whispered in my ear. "Tonight is my treat… in more ways than one." She had the most impish smile I had ever seen on a human being, or anything else, for that matter. I took a sip: rum and Coke. She’d obviously been paying attention on our last date. I put my arm around her and took a quick glance around the room. When I looked back at her, she had our glass raised.

"To us!" She flourished her glass. "Bottoms up!" She proceeded to match action to words. I hurried to follow suit. As soon as I had set my empty glass down, she dragged me out onto the dance floor. "I didn’t want them to get warm," she giggled. We danced while I admired her body and the way she moved it. My admiration must have been visible, since she moved very close to me. Soon, we had returned to our table for cuddling and conversation. The waitress brought fresh drinks, and I reached for my wallet.

Natalie slapped my hand. "My treat, remember?" She slipped the waitress a bill. She continued to pay for the rest of the evening, ignoring all my protests. We alternated dancing with chit chat- the kind that’s only significant to new lovers (or those about to be.) Favorite foods, colors, music, places to go… that sort of thing. I was really starting to fall for Natalie. It seemed we had a lot in common. After a couple hours, I began to be glad she’d insisted we take cabs. Neither of us should have been behind the wheel. Just before closing time, we staggered into a cab. I should have eaten something earlier, since I did most of the staggering, and she had matched me drink for drink. I looked over at her. She wasn’t that much smaller than me; in fact, in heels, she was actually slightly taller than my five foot seven.

"Are you as feel as I drunk?" I quipped.

"Nope," she smirked. "I’ve been drinking Coke straight up. I wanted to get you drunk and take advantage of you." She snuggled into my chest, putting her long legs up on the taxi’s seat.

"Sounds good to me," I slurred, "but I don’t believe you. Like you could take advantage of me." She only continued to smirk. When we got to her apartment building, she once again insisted on paying. She wouldn’t even let me tip the cabbie. She helped me up the stairs and unlocked her door. As I moved into her living room, I nearly tripped over a modest pile of shopping bags and boxes.

"Bring those and follow me," she ordered, sauntering towards her bedroom. I grabbed an armload of her shopping spree, and hurried to follow her – or at least I tried to. The walls kept moving to intercept me.

"Put those on the bed and strip," she barked. She was holding a pair of handcuffs, which really intrigued me. I’d played this game before, but never in the receiving part. I dropped my burden on the bed and began to slowly unbutton my shirt.

 

"Hurry up! I want you out of those clothes now!" I removed my clothes with as much haste as humanly possible. That shirt may be missing a few buttons now. I held my hands out to her. She patted me on the head and called me "good little pet" before fastening the cuffs on my wrist. She led me over to the bed and ordered me to raise my hands. No sooner had I followed her command, than she had locked me to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and sat me on the edge of the bed. She then took a scarf and blindfolded me. I heard bags and tissue rustling for a few minutes and asked her what she was doing.

"You’ll see," she replied, "or maybe not." I may not have been able to see, but I definitely heard that smirk of hers. She began to run something soft across my chest and arms, slowly moving it down my torso. I relaxed into her touch. I relaxed a little too much, and had drunk more than a little too much.

I woke with a start. Something soft was brushing my eyelids. I started to open them.

"Keep them shut for just another minute," I heard a woman’s voice tell me - Natalie. It came back to me. "You’ve only been out for an hour." She must have read my mind. Keeping my eyes closed, I surveyed my situation. My hands were still cuffed above me, but they weren’t asleep. She must have let me down while I was out. My chest felt tight, like a rubber band around it. I remembered her aversion to body hair, so I wasn’t too surprised that my legs still felt weird. I smelled a heady, almost musky scent.

"Mmm. I like your perfume," I murmured.

"That’s not my perfume," she said, pulling me to my feet. "Open your eyes now, but don’t try to move yet."

The first thing that met my eyes was that same devilish smirk. I assume she’d taken her heels off, since I was looking down at her. Then, she stepped aside, and my first impression was that she had a beautiful woman chained up in the next room.

"W-w-what?" I stuttered.

"You decided to take a little nap, so I decided to make you even more attractive to me." That was when I realized that I wasn’t looking at a doorway. It was a full – length mirror. That woman was me! I gazed, dumbfounded. "You have such a pretty face and such lovely long hair that I couldn’t resist," she explained. "Do you like my handiwork?"

I had to admit she had done a good job; I hadn’t even recognized myself at first. She had put makeup on me, styled my hair, even long fingernails, I noticed, glancing up. The dress she had me in looked slightly familiar. A moment later I realized it was her little black number from our date. I glanced at her. She was wearing a robe. I looked back at the mirror, noticing that I had stockings and… heels? That would explain why she told me not to move. A sparkle caught my eye, and I looked up. She had even put jewelry on me. A silver necklace lay above my… breasts? I looked down in shock.

"I thought you could use some help in that department," Natalie offered, "and did you know we have almost the same ring size?" I looked up. She had put two rings on each hand. Something occurred to me, and I looked back at the mirror. I shook my head to move my nicely styled hair. Silver glinted from my ears. I turned to her. "I hope you don’t mind. I pierced your ears," she answered my unspoken question. After all of this, she was worried about two little holes in my earlobes. They didn’t even hurt – what the heck. I turned my head for another sidelong look. O.K., make that six holes. That may have been a little much, but thanks to the alcohol, I never even woke up when she did it. I guess it served me right for passing out on her before we – I glanced down at myself, trying to see past my amply padded chest.

"What did you do with my –"

"He fell asleep long before you did, so I put him away for awhile. Don’t worry, it’s still there."

That would explain the pressure I was feeling in my groin. It didn’t actually hurt, so I wasn’t worried. Suddenly, the enormity of the situation hit me, and I had to sit back down before I fell off the stilts she had me standing on. I had gone on a date and been turned into a pretty girl! I started to smile. I always had been a believer in trying new things, but this was really new. I had gotten drunk, and let her handcuff me, then passed out. She really had been trying to take advantage of me. Considering the end result was a girl I would have been attracted to, I guess she succeeded. I gazed at her, wondering if that "next level" was coming up.

She noticed my smile and returned it full force. "I guess you approve. But, before we do anything ...uh… romantic, you should get some coffee and food in your system. She glanced down meaningfully. I caught her drift and grinned sheepishly. "Don’t worry about it," she consoled. "It made the process easier. Want out?" She was holding the handcuff key. She didn’t wait for an answer, but proceeded to release me. After massaging my wrists, I quickly ran my hands over my body. The velvet of the – my – dress felt nice, and from what I could tell, I had as nice a figure as any I had ever felt. Admittedly, she had done a great job. I told her so, but she demurred, saying she had good raw materials. I blushed, then blushed harder as I realized what sort of compliment I was blushing to. It hit me, then. I was actually enjoying this. I ran my hand down my leg. I knew stockings felt good from the outside, and now I realized they felt good from the inside, too. I examined the shoes I was wearing. They were black suede heels like Natalie often wore, and surprisingly weren’t as uncomfortable as they looked. Of course, I hadn’t tried to walk in them, yet.

"That offer of food and coffee sounds good," I said. "Are you bringing it, or do I have to try to walk in these?"

"It’s easy. Just put each foot directly in front of the other, and keep your weight on your toes. I’ll help you get your balance."

She helped me up, and steadied me as I walked across the room. Once I figured out that I needed to move my hips a little more than usual, I got the hang of it. With only a few stumbles, I made it to the kitchen table, where Natalie served me coffee hot and black. I stopped feeling so woozy after two sips, and mentioned that I could really use something to eat.

"I’ll order Chinese," she announced, grabbing the phone. "I haven’t gone shopping this week." She called an all-night delivery place, then sat down. "You really don’t mind all of this, do you?" She asked, making a sweeping gesture over me.

"Not too much," I replied. "It’s different, but kind of …um… nice. I guess I’m as odd as you are." We laughed merrily for a few minutes, then she started to explain the process she had used on my unconscious body; getting the clothes on me, the shoes, how she styled my hair, what my chest was stuffed with (silicone pads for small-chested women,) the nails, the hair. She had bought a piercing gun for my ears when she picked up undergarments and shoes in my size.

"So you had this all planned?" I asked. "You really were drinking soda!"

"O.K. You busted me. But I busted you first!" she exclaimed as she grabbed my left ‘breast.’ We were helpless with laughter for several minutes, then she jumped up. " I really have to use the ladies room now," she said on her way out of the room. "I guess it was all the soda." She giggled her way to the bathroom. The doorbell startled me a minute later. "Can you get that? The money’s in my purse by the door," she called from the bathroom.

I stood up and grabbed her purse. Rummaging for her pocketbook, I unlatched the door.

"Sixteen fifty, miss," the delivery guy said, scribbling on his pad. I fished out a twenty and gave it to him, telling him to keep the change. He thanked me, handing me the bag. As I closed the door, I looked down at the bag. Pinned between the bag and my manicured hand was a small note.

‘555-8631. Carl. Call me!’

I hurried back into the kitchen to sit down. It hadn’t occurred to me what the delivery person would think. Staring at the note in my hand, I knew. He had taken me for the sexy woman I appeared to be. I hadn’t ever considered someone could see me as a desirable woman. Natalie came into the kitchen.

"Thanks hon." She kissed me on the cheek. "I hate answering the door in my robe. The delivery boys always leer at me."

"The delivery boy leered at me!" I retorted. "You set me up!" I showed her the note.

"Oh, admit it. You were flattered."

"I –" I stopped cold. She was right. I closed my mouth. I may not be attracted to men, but it was nice being complimented. I mulled over my newfound thoughts as we ate. Natalie made enough conversation for the both of us, gushing about how she’s always wanted to give someone a full makeover, and how happy she was that I wasn’t furious. I replied by nods and smiles, fascinated that long nails actually made using chopsticks easier.

"I noticed our hair was the same auburn color when we met," she informed me, "and our eyes are almost the same green. I knew my wardrobe would look stunning on you. We could almost be sisters! We’re about the same height and build… now." She tweaked my breast again. "Actually, I like the way that looks on you." We retired to the bedroom, where I kept most of my outfit on, by mutual unspoken consent. It was truly the best night of lovemaking I had ever experienced.

In the morning, well, actually the afternoon, I woke up before her and took a long, hot shower. I put on her shower cap to keep my hair dry, not wanting to ruin her pretty work. I shaved, both in and out of the shower, and toweled off. I darted quietly into the bedroom and grabbed an armload of clothes to bring back into the bathroom. I put my underthings on, carefully adjusting everything. I stepped back and looked in the mirror. Even without makeup, I still looked much like the woman of the previous night. I picked up my dress, then dropped it again. She’d said we were about the same size, and she seemed to like me this way, so I didn’t think she’d mind if I borrowed something clean. I tiptoed in stocking feet to her closet, and browsed until I found a black flared skirt and a green silk blouse the exact color of my eyes. I slipped into the bathroom - and then the outfit. I rummaged through her cosmetics and duplicated my earlier look as closely as I could. I grabbed my shoes and went to the kitchen. I put them on as I examined the contents of the refrigerator. She had set me up the night before. Her refrigerator was stocked with enough food for several meals. I chose what I needed to make omelets, and quietly shut the door. It only took me a minute to get my bearings in her kitchen; she obviously kept it neat. As silently as I could, I went to work making breakfast. Just as I was flipping her omelet, I heard a squeal behind me. I whirled, with a big smile on my face.

"Oh my gosh! You look great! And you can cook!" She covered me in a flurry of questions, exclamations, and kisses as I tried not to burn either of us.

"Sit down, Natalie, and let me finish. Of course I did it myself. Yes, I did it for you. It was the least I could do after you took me out last night, and bought dinner – not to mention the clothes and jewelry you bought. I have to admit, though, I did it for me, too. Last night was great, and I guess I just wasn’t ready for it to be over. I really care for you, and this makes you happy. I don’t have to be to work until Monday, so I figured what the heck. Here you go, one deluxe omelet a la Nick." I set her plate in front of her with a flourish.

"A la Nicole," she beamed up at me. "I can’t call you ‘Nick’ if you look like that. ‘Nikki,’ maybe, but not ‘Nick.’"

"You’re right," I replied as I settled in across from her. "Either is fine with me. I might as well have a new name to go with my new look. Nicole and Natalie: even our names sound like we’re sisters!"

"But I wouldn’t have done half the things I’ve done with you to my sister."

"Thank heaven for that! " The rest of the meal went quietly. She obviously liked my cooking. That was the first time I had ever seen someone inhale food daintily. Afterwards, we did the dishes together and retired to the couch.

"Nicole, have you ever thought about doing this on your own?" she inquired. "I mean, the way you move, and talk – did you notice your voice softened right away? You even eat like a woman! Your makeup isn’t smeared, and you put your napkin neatly in your lap. You even have perfect posture."

"Whoa! One question at a time. I’ve wondered what I would have been like if I had been born a girl, but I never considered trying to look like one. And I guess the rest is just, I dunno, method acting? I guess I just move the way I feel. You made me look so feminine, I can’t help but feel that way."

"You are a natural," she stated, then took my hand. "Please say you’ll stay for the rest of the weekend. I don’t want this to end, either."

"Of course, dear. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask. The way I feel about you right this second, I’d stay forever if you asked." I leaned back, and found she had put her arm across my shoulders. It felt natural. I snuggled into her side. We sat and watched t.v. for a while, then she pulled me up.

"I need to teach you to dance! I mean, you already can, but not as a girl. You need to move from the hips more. We can go out to the clubs!"

"I don’t know about that. I mean…" I protested weakly.

"Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! Think about the delivery boy. If he gave you his number after seeing you from less than a foot away, who’s going to know about our little secret?" She gave me a hug. "No one will know you’re not my sister. What do you say?"

I gave in, and set to the task of learning to dance – again. She turned on the stereo, and it wasn’t long before she stepped back to watch me.

"You dance better than I do," she pouted.

"Live with it, sister," I shot back. "I bet I get more offers for dates, too!"

"You’re on!" she spat back. "If I win, you have to go on every one of them."

"What do I get if I win?"

"I’ll let you go on every one of them," she giggled.

"Very funny. You’re just afraid I’ll win." I tickled her mercilessly.

Much later, we helped each other get ready for our date. We chose each other’s outfit, each trying to make the other appear more seductive. When we had finally decided on what to wear, and had our hair and makeup done, we headed out on the town. We started at a different bar than the previous night. This one was a meat-market. Loud music buffeted us as soon as we walked in. It didn’t take long for us to get noticed. I was wearing a skin-tight green dress with a modest neckline (and a not-so-modest hemline) and Natalie was wearing a blue blouse with a leather mini. She conveniently forgot to button the top three buttons on her blouse. We ordered at the bar, and found that someone had already picked up the tab. He sauntered over with a friend and introduced himself.

Tim and Rob were nice enough guys; given the place we were in. After a few minutes of small talk, we thanked them for the drinks and moved off to find a table. Tim asked me for my number before we left, putting me into an early lead in our bet. Unfortunately, I had to actually give it to him for it to count, as Natalie whispered in my ear.

No sooner had we sat down, than a broad shouldered, clean cut guy came over and asked Natalie to dance. I choked down a sudden burst of jealousy, then decided to just dive in. I scanned the crowd, and randomly picked the first man looking my way. I smiled at him, and he strolled over.

"Hi there," he began. "Why are you sitting here all alone?"

"I was waiting for you to ask me to dance," I replied. "I’m Nicole."

"Well then, Nicole, would you care to dance?"

He guided me out to the dance floor, with his hand on the small of my back. We stopped at a rare open spot on the floor and started to dance. When a slow song came on, he put his arms around me and spoke in my ear.

"You are a great dancer. My name’s Will, by the way. Are you doing anything Thursday night?"

I gave him my number and told him I’d think about it. At the end of the song, he brought me back to my table, where Natalie was waiting. I winked at her, then kissed Will on the cheek. She glared at me as I sat down. I smiled at her sweetly.

"No date offers yet?" I whispered. "I say we sweeten the pot. If I win, you have to go on all the dates you’re offered…even with the slimy ones."

She squeezed my knee under the table, the answered. "Sounds fair. But remember, we’re only playing sisters… we go home together." I returned the surreptitious squeeze and nodded.

The rest of the night went along quickly. Neither of us had to pay for a single drink, not that either of us sat long enough to drink them. Long before the end of the night we had decided to go to another club to just sit back, relax, and talk. Tim and Rob came back to our table and offered us a lift. We declined, but Natalie offered to meet them there after Rob asked for her phone number. A short time later, the four of us were sitting around a table in the same club where Natalie and I had been the night before. We sat there talking until closing time, and this time, when they offered us a ride home, we accepted. I could tell they were hoping we would invite them in, but we claimed exhaustion and had them drop us at the door. Tim opened my door for me, and they walked us to the door. We all said our respective goodnights. Natalie was unlocking the door when Tim took my face in his hands, leaned in, and kissed me. I was so stunned that I just relaxed into it. It felt weird, but not unpleasant.

His stubble ticked my cheek as he said, "I’ll call you, O.K?"

I just gasped and nodded. Still in shock, I somehow managed to smile and tell him goodnight. When we got inside, Natalie was beside herself.

"That was fun! Except when he kissed you, of course. Nobody knew! I almost died when you walked into the ladies room like it was so natural! What was it like for you? Did you enjoy yourself? Never mind. I could tell you were. You looked so good dancing in that dress! I wanted to jump you right in the middle of the dance floor. The guys were all over you!" As she continued, I sank down on the couch and slipped my heels off. I was exhausted. She sat next to me.

"Well," I said, when she ran out of steam, "who won our bet? I had eleven offers."

"I hope you’re free for the next few weeks," she replied. When I started to pout, she continued. "We’re going to be going on a lot of double dates. We tied!" By the look in her eye, I could tell this was the latest ‘fun idea’ of hers. We agreed to give it a shot, and when Rob called the next day, we made plans for dinner at a fancy restaurant.

They both came to the door with roses, and as Natalie and I had agreed, we kissed them hello. Dinner was marvelous. They were perfect gentlemen: holding our chairs, ordering wine. It was nice being the one to order the expensive entrée and letting someone else pick up the check. It turned out they were brothers. We had the usual first date small talk, and halfway through dinner I remembered that I wasn’t really Natalie’s sister – or anyone’s sister, for that matter. I slipped my shoe off and ran my foot up her calf. She gave a miniscule jump and looked at me. Apparently, we had both forgotten for a minute. I smiled at her as if to say, ‘this is fun,’ then went back to my date.

Later, we went into the ladies room for a quick conference.

"Are you having as much fun as I am?" we asked each other in unison. Then we kissed deeply. Luckily, there was no one else in there. We agreed that as long as neither of us went farther than kissing someone else, having men take us out together was great. We decided to lay out ground rules and a plan of attack when we got home. We quickly touched up our makeup and went out to the boys. The rest of the evening was more than pleasant, even when Tim kissed me, which he did at every opportunity. I was beginning to like this life. Even before we got home, I had made up my mind.

That was two years ago. I moved into Natalie’s apartment the next weekend, quit my job, and got a new one as a cocktail waitress in a bar down the street. I only work a few nights a week, as we never have to buy much food. We go on double dates nearly every night, but never see the same guys more than three times. We also never invite them up for a nightcap. I threw out all my old clothes, and have since spent most of every paycheck at the mall. Natalie and I go on weekly shopping sprees (and sometimes make out in the changing rooms). Since we wear the same size, we each have the equivalent of a double wardrobe.

I had my facial hair permanently removed nearly right away. After much discussion, I also had breast implants and some minor plastic surgery. Luckily, we’d each been saving up to buy a new car, so we blew the whole wad on the doctor. We also decided to have my name legally changed to ‘Nicole.’ We live together as sisters, and no one suspects things are definitely not as they seem. My driver’s license says ‘female,’ but let’s just say I left a few things the way they were.

 

The End.

 

 

 

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