Deedi Arrives

by Rob Henson

 

Chapter 3: Deedi Arrives

"Right lets start, how about some music first though?" said Rosy fully in control and sorting through her CD's, "Kylie Minogue OK?"

"Yes, that's cool, where do you want me then?" replied DD now totally compliant with Rosie's wishes but somewhat apprehensive nonetheless.

"Let's settle on what you're going to wear first and then I'll know what make-up will suit you best."

She opened her wardrobe revealing an enormous collection of clothes of every possible style and design.

"The first question is whether it's going to be a dress or skirt, what would you like?"

"I don't really know," his head was beginning to swim again wondering what she had planned for the next hour or so, "I'll leave it up to you to decide since you seem to know what you're doing."

"OK, dress it is then. How about this?" she pulled out a blue long sleeve mini dress and held it up to herself, "this is in fashion and it'll show off your nice legs perfectly."

DD just nodded as he entered dream land wondering if he needed a ticket to get out again.

"And you'll need something on your feet," she said bending over and picking up two pairs of shoes, "I call these my 'FUCK ME' shoes, what do you think, reckon you can handle 'em?" and held up a pair of red strappy, high-heeled sandals.

"ROSY!" he couldn't believe what she had just said.

"Relax, just joking", she laughed, "you need to chill out a bit. These will do I think," she put the sandals back and gave him a pair of dark brown medium high heels, "We'll save the sandals for another time. These should fit, you're about my size," she said looking at his nylon covered feet.

"I'm a six in shoes" he confirmed putting the dress and shoes on the bed, "what's next?"

"We'll sort out your undies next then I'll do your hair and make-up, it shouldn't take long." She walked over to the dressing table first and folded a towel over the mirror, "but no peeking, I want this to be a big surprise. Now take off the skirt and top and I'll find a bra that might fit. I think I've got just the thing."

She reached into the back of a draw and pulled out an old but pretty padded bra.

"Mum bought this for me when I was fifteen," she said, "it will give you just the shape you need." She helped him put it on and clipped it at the back.

"Keep the tights on, they look OK, in any case you can't really wear stockings with this dress," she said, "we can sort that out another time as well."

"What do you mean by another time," DD finally asked not able to contain his curiosity any longer.

"Oh nothing really, its just... well... maybe you might get to like it, who knows? Now just put this slip on and I can make a start on your hair, you'll need to wet it again though."

He never asked any more questions but pulled the white satin slip over his head and went into the bathroom as instructed. Rosy told him she would keep his hair the same but just trim a few strands to give it some shape and then use a setting lotion with some curlers to provide some bounce.

"Hold on," he said suddenly worried again, "I don't want a girls hair style permanently."

"You won't," she reassured him, "the set will wash out and if you get your hair cut then you'll be right back to normal, assuming you want to of course."

"How do you know all this anyway?" he asked interested now and taking note of what she was doing just in case needed to do it himself.

"Didn't you know, I had a Saturday job at Mum's hairdressers years ago and they said I could learn to do styling if I wanted, so they taught me. It's George and Jamie's place just round the corner in the shopping precinct. They're gay, really sweet and great stylists."

She got on with the styling, cutting, applying lotions from different bottles and finally rolling it around a dozen or so curlers. They pulled his hair in ways he had never felt before.

"I'll do your make-up now while that's drying." He remembered his own attempt at make-up earlier that year. He was intrigued to see what she would do.

"Now this is the cleaver bit," she said sorting out the various bottles she would need "we need to make you pretty without drawing attention to anything in particular. If people see someone in a dress they assume she is a girl and so as long as there is nothing to prove the opposite, then that's what they will believe. I remember seeing a couple of transvestites in London once. They were both quite pretty but they were wearing fishnet stockings, really high heels and the most garish make-up you could imagine. They looked grotesque and nobody was fooled."

She finished the foundation and was applying the blusher giving him colour and shadow on his high cheek bones.

"What about a name?" she then said, "what am I going to call you while we are out, we'll need a girls name of course?"

"I don't know it never occurred to me," he began to think about girls names. "Rachel, Jane. I have a friend called Ann, that's nice."

"Mmmm, I'm not sure, she thought silently for a while.

"Oh, what idiots we are," she said at last, "you already have a name we can use."

"Don't be daft," he said thinking that she had finally flipped, "you can't call me Daniel dressed like this."

"No silly, DD but pronounce it different. Make the first E sound longer and then shorten the second D, Deedi. It could be short for Danielle." She could see by his face he liked it and it would also mean he didn't have another name to remember."

"Yes," he said saying to himself a few times, "Deedi, I like that."

"You need to higher your voice slightly as well but not much and speak just a shade quieter."

"Like this," he said "The rain in Spain falls mainly down the drain."

"Yes that's perfect Eliza," they both laughed out loud. He was much more comfortable with what she was doing now and felt they had become a lot closer over the last few weeks. Not as close as they would get when they shared the same date though.

She finished his make-up and then applied nail varnish to his long finger nails after first shaping them with a nail-file. He had given up objecting now and just went with the flow. She would probably have an answer in any case.

"Right that's it," she announced at last, "I am going to get ready now while your hair dries." she went to the bathroom to have a shower. When she returned they carried on chatting so he could practice with his new voice while she got dressed. He noticed she was not in the least embarrassed as she removed her towel letting him see her completely naked. It was if they were sisters which, of course in a way, is what they were now tuning into.

She found a matching bra and panties set and also clipped on a suspender belt. Deedi had noticed that she loved to wear elegant clothes when the opportunity arose besides the usual jeans and trainers. He watched her roll a pair of sheer ivory nylons up her well shaped legs and clip them to the buttons. She choose a blouse and skirt from the wardrobe and smiled at him as she put on her 'FUCK ME' sandals. They both laughed again.

"Well," she said, "you never know who you might run into," which turned out to be true and would in fact, change Deedi's life forever.

She finished off Deedi's hair and removed the towel from the mirror so he could see the result. Deedi was astounded.

"So, what do you think?" she asked feeling proud of the image she had created.

"Oh Rosy, I look wonderful, its fantastic. It's really is hard to believe that it's me inside that reflection. You've done an incredible job."

Deedi put on the dress and shoes and was ready to seek Liz's approval.

"Come on lets see what Mum thinks and then you have to make that decision, remember," knowing already what it was going to be.

"Oh, I had forgotten about that," said Deedi suddenly thoughtful again.

They went downstairs and Rosy called to her Mother who was in the kitchen getting their tea ready.

"Look Mum, what do you think, doesn't she look great?" Rosy was excited now.

"Rosy, I'm a he not a she," Deedi protested but not very convincingly.

"Don't be silly, you saw yourself upstairs in the mirror didn't? Your Deedi now, well for tonight anyway." Liz came through from the kitchen.

"So where is she..." she stopped, "Oh my God, she put her had to her mouth and tears began to fill her eyes.

"Mum, what's the mater, what's wrong" said Rosy looking worried.

"She's beautiful, its just... when I first... she looked... just like Kate used to when we were young and used to go out together dating boys," she ran over to Deedi and hugged her.

"I'm sorry, I'm just being silly, but you are the image of Kate and she always was the pretty one. Come on your tea's ready and it almost time to go." She wiped her eyes.

Rosy drove into Cambridge and parked up where it was only a short walk to the cinema. Deedi felt the exhilaration as the soft breeze swept around he legs and up her dress. She took short steps and turned her wrist in slightly as Rosy suggested. The short steps made her hips swing just as a woman's did. Once they were in the foyer Deedi said she wanted to use the toilet and slowly walked off while Rosy queued for the tickets. Just in time Rosy spotted her walking towards the gents and ran after her. She had only made it to the sweet stall when Rosy whispered in her ear. Deedi stopped dead and froze. Rosy went back to get the tickets. While she was in the queue three boys made their way toward the auditorium and all three turned to look at Deedi giving her a big smile. Rosy eventually caught up with Deedi but she hadn't moved from the spot she had left her.

"I thought you wanted to go to the toilet," she said replacing the money in her handbag.

"I'll wait 'till we get inside," she snapped. Rosy just laughed.

Once the feature had started Deedi got up and went out but as she passed the boys they whistled and spoke to her.

"Come on love tell us your name, my mate here needs a nice looking girl friend, don't you Tim," and they all laughed. To her credit she just carried on. Ten minutes later she came back through another door at the back and sat down.

"Come on we have to go," whispered Deedi.

"Why, the films only just started?" asked Rosy.

"Those boys, they know, didn't you hear them."

"Deedi," Rosy re-assured her, "that's what girls have to put up with all the time. It means the exact opposite, they fancy you and so would I if I were them, now stop worrying."

They watched the rest of the film without incident and left the cinema.

"That was great wasn't it, isn't Pierce Brosnan just a hunk," and Deedi found herself agreeing with Rosy. In fact she could hardly take her eyes off him throughout the movie but she just said yes and went very quite.

"Right, what shall we do now, fancy a drink?" said Rosy looking around and thing where they might go.

"Are you mad? I thought we were going home," said Deedi looking worried again.

"Deedi, will you stop it. You know you look fine and anyway we might meet a couple of nice boys and go back to their place for some fun, what do you think?" Deedi didn't think anything anymore, she was past caring and rapidly losing the will to live.

"Just joking, maybe another night. Come on there's a wine bar I used to go to round the corner, it's dark and it'll be quite, lets go."

Deedi just followed hardly aware of what day it was as the images Rosy had just created swirled around her mind. They went in and Rosy ordered two glasses of wine and found a quite table in the corner. They had only just sat down when two boys came over and sat opposite them. Deedi froze once again.

"Hello Rosy, haven't seen you for a long while, how's it going?" said the shorter of the two.

"Hello Nick," she said smiling. She had not seen him for nearly a year, "I'm fine how about you. Oh, this is Deedi, my cousin from London. This is Nick who never quite aspired to being my boyfriend before I dumped him."

"Oh," said Nick holding his hands up to the ceiling, "so beautiful and yet so cruel." They all laughed at his over acting and even Deedi giggled.

"This is Robin, by the way, we're both reading English," said Nick now recovering.

"Pleased to meet you both," said Robin in a very smooth and deep voice. He held his hand to Deedi who automatically put hers out to shake his but he took it in his palm, lifted it to his lips and kissed the back, "especially this vision from heaven."

Deedi was now the colour of her nail polish and Nick and Rosy burst out laughing again.

"Robin," admonished Nick, "leave the poor girl alone," but Robin did not take his eyes away from Deedi.

Nick and Robin were both in their second year at the University and Nick had dated Rosy for a while earlier in the year but she gave him up to concentrate on her A levels. Now that she was a free agent again there was no reason why she couldn't pick up where they left off, after all he did look very sexy, better than she remembered in fact. Yes why not, its about time she had some fun before she went away, assuming he asks her out of course.

"I hear you've got a place at UMIST," said Nick picking up the conversation again.

"Yes," said Rosy, "but not until next year, I'm doing some voluntary work abroad first and I'll be leaving soon. This could be your last opportunity young man, so use it wisely," she said looking at him seriously over the top of her glass.

"Righty-ho, no time like the present, lots to catch up on, so how about the four of us going out somewhere, are you staying up here long, Deedi?" catching her by complete surprise.

"Er... yes," she said softly, "I... I'll be here for a while," not knowing what else to say and not realising that she had fallen straight into his trap.

"Great, so that's settled, how about next week then, Rosy, alright, with you?" Nick said refusing to take no for an answer.

"Hang on quicksilver, not so fast" said Rosy seeing that Deedi was looking most uncomfortable now. "We'd love to but I need to check out a few things first. I'll give you a ring next week and we will set something up, how's that?"

"Sounds great to me, I'll wait to hear from you. Anyway we have to go, the groups just moving off. Come on lover boy, Bye Deedi, see ya Rosy."

"Good bye, Deedi," said Robin looking deep into Deedi's eyes, "hope to see you again soon."

"Bye," said Rosy. Deedi's eyes had glazed over and if she looked like she was about to feint.

"Here have a drink," said Rosy, "you look like you need it. Wow, what about him then? I have never seen anyone with the hots like that. Robin really fancied you and I don't blame him poor sod."

"Was that what is was? I had no idea," her voice sounded disassociated from her body. However it was not just embarrassment that Deedi was feeling for she had noticed Robin looking at her and although she couldn't quite put it into words, basically she had what amounted to, the hots for him as well.

They arrived home late and Liz had already gone up. They both went to remove their make-up, said goodnight and went to bed. Rosy was keen to do a debrief but they would have to tell Liz everything again in the morning anyway and, frankly Deedi had had enough for one very eventful evening.

As she lay there drifting off to sleep, her thoughts turned to Robin. The thing that surprised her the most though was not the image she had in her mind of him making love to her but, and more significantly, her enjoying it.

  

  

  

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