I Want to Dance                         by: Heather Sinclair

 

You never know what kind of pitch life is going to throw at you.

My name is Chad Ingles. I attend Sam Houston State University in Huntsville, Texas with my best friend, Reagan. We are both sophomores so we can live off campus in our own apartment. There is some stupid rule the University has about freshmen living in the dorms for their first year...like I said, stupid.

Anyway, when our first chance to live off campus presented itself we leased a three-bedroom apartment on J Street. It came furnished in early seventies art deco. Blech. There is only so much burnt orange and brown that a person can take.

Registration was two days away and students were piling in by the truckload, and one thing good about this is the clubs are going to be hopping tonight. Freshmen will be flocking to The Fox, one of the only two decent clubs in town. All of the newbies will be apparent, dressed in their clubbing attire. You can spot an old timer by the mother-may-care jeans, t-shirt, and running shoes. I was always dressed in the latter.

Mom and Dad never cared what I wore, as long as it was entirely masculine. You see, I used to be mistaken for a girl a lot when I was younger. Puberty never really hit me with a vengeance as with other boys. The most I received out of it was the errant hair typical of males at that age. Dad was always embarrassed to explain to his friends that I was a boy. That is until such time as I could grow my goatee. It wasn't much to look at, just a few strands of hair here and there. I was an artist, my major being art history, so the look was explainable.

Where was I? Oh yeah, clubbing. Reagan and I anticipated the sudden surge of students this weekend, so we moved in the Monday previous. We were already unpacked and settled in by the time the rush hit.

Our living room window was open and Reagan was on the couch with me watching the procession of parents and students unloading boxes and waving tearful goodbyes to their soon to be lost spawn.

"Look at all the newbies!" she giggled.

I edged up and peered over the top of the couch. "Fresh meat for the grinder," I paused, "How many guys are you going to be butchering up this semester Rea?"

Her answer was a pillow in my face. "Shut up," she giggled, "I can't help it if I happened to like men."

I grinned. I knew better. I heard all the stories growing up from Reagan about what she did to her guys. I really don't think that she is a slut, but she definitely likes having sex.

She pulled on my arm as she raised from the couch. "Come on we have to get ready for The Fox tonight."

"Whatta ya mean get ready. I am ready."

"Oh no, you are not going to dress like that again this year Chad," she shook her head from side to side, "I don't like this starving artist look you've been sporting since the eleventh grade. Tonight we are going to see a new side that you never knew existed."

"I don't know if I like the sound of that, Rae."

She led me to my bedroom and started sifting through my clothes. After a few minutes she gave up.

"Gheez Chad, don't you have anything that is semi-nice?" She pleaded.

"Nope." I said proudly.

"Well I guess shopping in on our list of things to do this weekend." She resigned.

Later that night we were off to The Fox. The door guy recognized us from last year and waved us through. We ordered and took our traditional table in the corner where you could almost hear yourself think. Girl Next Door was trip-hoppin through the speakers, and I was chilling out. Reagan was on the prowl from the word go and had scoped out three potential guys for the shredder. I didn't plan on getting any sleep tonight from the noise that would be emanating form her bedroom. .

I spent the first part of the night looking cool and talking to old friends from last semester. About ten o'clock Reagan moved off the dance floor and slid in beside me at the table.

"I need to talk to you outside." She yelled above the music.

I gave her the what's up look and she just pulled on my arm until I relented and followed her outside to the car.

My ears were ringing from the sudden lack of thump thump thumping. "What's going on Rea?"

"I screwed up, Chad. You've got to do me a favor."

I furrowed my brow. "What did you do Rea?"

She exhaled. "I found the guy for tonight, yanno the guy I plan on ..."

I nodded and gave her the go ahead sign.

"Well, he's got a roommate that he came with and can't dump."

I saw her problem. "S'no problem Rea, dump him off on me and the gang. We'll take care of him."

Her expression dropped a few more millimeters.

"That's the problem Chad. I told him I had a friend for him."

I still didn't get it. "And this friend is..." I tried to lead her into answering the question.

"Chad could you do me a big favor?"

Oh shit.

"You are kidding, aren't you Rea?"

"Chad, this guy has me so hot. I've got to have him. Please say you'll do it for me."

I gave her my skeptical face. She saw me wavering.

"Come on, you dressed up fine last Halloween. Everyone thought you were a real girl."

My eyes bugged. "You want me to dress up for this guy? I thought it was gonna be a guy guy thing."

"His friend is straight, Chad."

I thought about it for a while. "Fine, but you owe me big-time, Reagan, and I plan to collect this time."

 

 

Chapter 2

Reagan ran back inside and gave the heads up to her new one night beau. She told him she'd be back in a couple of hours with a date for her friend. On the short ride home I was getting nervous.

"This guy isn't a freak, is he?"

She sighed audibly. "Chad I wouldn't set you up with just anyone. Rick is nice."

Where have I heard that before?

We got back to the apartment and Reagan headed to her room and I headed to the shower. I quickly did the whole body shave thing. I said 'quickly' in order to mention that I nicked myself five times in the process. When I jumped out of the shower and dried off Reagan pulled me to the make-up chair.

"Can I get at least get my underwear on Rea?"

"Sorry."

"Hand me the glue for the breasts."

Last Halloween we did the whole dress up thing. Reagan thought it would be funny to go all the way and do it right. I told her I didn't care, so long as she flipped for the bill. I'm not that rich where I can drop three hundred bucks for a fake set of tits just for a couple of laughs.

She passed the glue and I did the applying. I slipped on the panties and waited for the bra until I could apply the necessary makeup to cover the seams. Reagan went to work on my face. It felt weird not having my goatee again after so long. It's absence really smoothed out my face. Reagan was doing the rest. We decided to go for a bad girl look so as to scare off the guy just in case he turned out to be a creep. I got out the black pantyhose and Reagan's PVC skirt She produced the black bra and sheer lace lined blouse. I'm glad I have the body to pull this off.

With the entire make up thing done the last problem was the hair. Reagan pulled out the temporary spray dye and doused my brown locks a raven black to match the skirt. Then styled it mostly down and around my shoulders, only occasionally whipping out the curling iron for that fuller, curly touch.

"Where are the boots?" I asked.

This was the only part I really liked. I loved Reagan's boots. These particular pair were knee high patent leather lace ups with chunky three-inch heels. I was ready, dressed to kill, a bitch on wheels or was that a witch in heels?

Reagan freshened her face while I got accustom to walking in heels again. Then we took off. Hmm, two and a half hours, not bad.

We reentered the club with minimal fanfare. I lost my buzz so had to catch up quickly. There was no way I was going to go through this sober. I went back to the table and had to kick a couple of newbies out. They didn't mind so much after I flashed a little leg in their direction. I was kind of shaky with the nail extensions but soon got used to them about the time that Reagan returned to the table cussing up a storm.

"What happened?" I yelled over the music.

"They already took off." She yelled back. "Sam said they took off with the Slutmiester twins."

Ok, I don't want to lose you here. Sam is the bartender at The Fox and the Slutmiester twins are actually the Burgermiester twins. They were aptly named after a football game. When the opposing team won, the twins consoled the home team first string line up. Well the jerks that stood us up deserved any disease that the twins brought with them.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked.

Reagan threw off her bad mood like a warm coat. "Lets dance."

I was all for that. It had been ages since I had hit the dance floor and I *had* to show off my sexy boots.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

We spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking. I never did catch back up to the buzz that I had previously.. It was mostly due to all of the dancing. I was probably burning it off as fast as I poured it in. The up side to this is that I didn't pay for a single drink that night. Damn, I ought to do this more often. It would be a real cheap year if I could save this much money night after night.

The house lights went up after the last song ended. Now we see what all was left after the good-looking people had gone. The overweight guys and pasty-faced girls sauntered around.

"Oh shit, I lost track of the time." Reagan commented.

I tossed back the last of my Crown and Coke. "Are you turning into a pumpkin or something?"

"No, dammit. I'm horny as hell and all I have is the dregs to choose from."

"Poor Reagan, now you get to see how the other half lives." I laughed. "Come on it's time to go home."

We waved bye to Sam and hit the parking lot. My bed was a welcome sight. After all of the activity tonight I was dead tired and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I didn't dream, at least I think I didn't. I never remember what I dream.

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An hour later I awoke to Reagan shaking me.

"Stop... " I muttered, "I think I'm going to be sick."

"That's not going to be your only problem if you don't get undressed and take those breast's off."

"...do...do it in the morn..."

"Suit yourself. Just remember I warned you."

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The Next Morning

 

A sunbeam peeked through the mini blinds and slapped me in the face.

"Ughnnnn."

I had way too much to drink last night. I should know better, but sadly I never listen to my brain. My stomach protested the movement out of the bed and to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, extra hot, and proceeded to take off my clothes from the night before. The boots were a little too complicated, so that took a little longer than I liked. Chicks have way too much stuff to take off.

I finally made it into the shower. Laying my head on the wall, I let the water do its work. Minutes passed by and I was finally able to open my eyes a crack. Soap...I need soap. I started working on the fake breasts. Hot water and soap was supposed to eat away at the adhesive and let me take the damn things off, but they didn't seem to be budging. I tried pulling for all it was worth and it didn't make any difference other than to make my chest hurt. Blast!

I gave up and ended the shower, dried off and grabbed some shorts.

"Reagan!" I yelled.

She had the adhesive. Apparently I read the directions wrong and need some sort of solvent to take these things off.

I opened my bedroom door and tried again. "Reagan!"

She was in the kitchen frying up some eggs and bacon. Blech!

Pointing to my chest. "Rea, do you have that tube of adhesive? I can't get these off."

She frowned. "I tried to tell you last night that you weren't supposed to wear those for an extended period of time, Chad."

Huh? "Whadda ya mean?"

"Here," she handed me the tube, "It says not to use for longer than 8 hours for temporary use only."

I squinted at the back of the tube. "So what does that mean?"

She sighed. "It means that for the next three months you are going to have a nice rack, Chad."

"Shit!" I spit out, "I can't do this Rea. We've got registration on Monday. That just leaves me a day and a half. I'll be laughed out of school." I started to get a little out of hand.

Reagan saw that I was losing it and tried to calm me down. "Chad, stop it. I have a friend in admissions that might be able to help us out."

"What?" I jumped at the chance to get out of this situation. "Who?"

She picked up the phone and dialed. "Just a minute."

I watched as she made her call.

"Hi, may I speak to Chastity, please...Hey Chas. What's up..." she paused to listen, "Hey, I have a friend that is in a situation here. Do you think we could come to your office and talk for a bit?" Pause. "That would be great Chas. Thanks."

"What can a chick in admissions do for me?" I asked. "Is she a Chem major or something?"

Reagan motioned to me. "Come on. We have to get you dressed."

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An hour later I was dressed in Reagan's clothes again and made-up for the day. Shit! I can't take much more of this. Granted, it wasn't a big deal to do her a favor last night, but this is getting out of hand.

We made our way to her friend's office. Along the way we were getting the eye from all of the newbies boys. I knew I could pass. In fact I knew I passed well. It way just the feel of all of those eyes on me and my bare legs, short skirt, halter top, with my bloody midriff showing that got to me. At least she let me wear her Doc Martin sandals and not heels.

We made it to the office and I met Chastity.

"Hi Chad." She offered her hand. We shook.

Reagan explained my predicament while Chastity sat and listened. She smiled at the highlights and gave me the once over more than a few times.

"So do you think you can help?"

She nodded. "Chad. What Rea hasn't told you yet is my story." She started. "I was a lot like you when I first came here."

Huh?

She laughed a little. "It is a long story, but suffice it to say I was a boy in High School, and I'm on my way to becoming a girl now." She smiled. "I got this job in admissions in order to ease my situation a little. You know, by changing my records."

Huh?

She followed up. "I just need to know if you are ok with this."

"Ok with what?" I asked, perplexed.

She frowned and looked at Reagan. "Have you talked to her about your plan?"

Rea placed her hand on mine. "Chad...you need to be a girl for this semester."

There it was, plain as day. I was being forced into womanhood, just like that. The only problem was that I could see no other alternative. I could cut the damn things off, but they were too expensive. I have all new professors this year so they wouldn't recognize me, or my name. Shit, my name. I'd never heard of a girl named Chad, but it wasn't too weird, I guess. What about all of my friends?

I guess they would be cool with this. They know about my bisexuality, and they never gave me any shit about it before. This is just a step further.

I'd made my decision.

"Rea, you've got to help me. I can't do this alone."

She smiled. "You nut! Of course I'm going to be there every step of the way." Then she embraced me in a nice warm hug.

"Ok, lets do this." I said much braver than before.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Chastity made all of the adjustments to my records and took a new photo I.D. The up side to this is that we got to register early so I got into all of the classes that I wanted.

The next problem was clothes. I couldn't keep wearing all of Reagan's outfits. We would run out in a week's time. So off to the mall we went. This was actually the most real fun that I have had in quite a while. We spent most of the day at Lerner, Express, Under 21, and Victoria's Secret. Reagan wanted the most hip outfits and sexiest undies she could find. I swear she must have dropped at least seven or eight hundred dollars on me.

I told her it would have been cheaper to cut the breasts off. She explained that once I was done with the clothes at the end of the semester that she could have them. So it was not really a loss.

Hmmm.

Once the evening hit Reagan dragged me to Visible Changes to get my hair done. My hair cutter recommended that I get a perm to add a little wave and a few curls to my naturally straight locks. I relented. Reagan also talked me into dyeing my hair black. In for a penny...

We stopped by the cosmetics counter at Foley's and picked up a few items that were more in my new color, and was coaxed into a little make over. My aching eyebrows!

Once I was done it was almost nine and the mall was closing. I was beat. I just wanted to go back home and sleep.

"So you ready to hit the town, Chad?"

The last thing I wanted to do was go to The Fox tonight, so can you guess where I wound up at ten-thirty.

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"No shit?" Barry yelled over the music.

"No shit." I yelled back. Barry is one of the 'gang'. He's a Computer Science major or as his friends call him...Geek. Nothing wrong with being a geek, mind you. He'll probably make more money than me when he gets out of college.

"For how long?"

"'Till the end of the semester." I answered.

Michael, Barry's twin brother, had to stick his two cents in also. "It's a shame. The best looking girl in the club is actually a guy."

That earned him a smack on the back of his head from Reagan, and a grin from me.

"I'm never drinking again." I vowed. "Who knows what might happen tomorrow morning. I might wake up and find my dick gone."

That statement got a weird look from the table behind us. I just glared back.

Barry announced that the drinks were on him so I immediately disavowed any knowledge of my promise not to drink. The bastard came back with a white wine.

"What's this crap?"

"Young women aren't supposed to drink hard liquor, Chad." He replied.

"Have you *ever* seen Reagan drink?"

This earned me heel in the shin.

"Ouch."

"Come on, Chad." Reagan yelled, "Let's Dance."

We hit the dance floor. It was crowded tonight so we wound up rubbing bodies with just about everyone on the floor. I had to slap more than one hand on my ass. By the time we danced two songs I was sure my butt was red and blue. The music switched from club-hop to trip-hop again, and I began the grind with Reagan. We were soon joined by a couple of newbies trying to cop a feel. I was in a good mood so I let them. Reagan played along.

It was actually fun until my guy moved behind me and preceded to rub his erection up and down the crack of my ass. I turned around face to face. He got a little tense. I moved in close so he could hear me.

"You wanna get off tonight?" I gave him the lucky eye.

He almost tripped over himself. "Uh, yeah."

"Well grab your buddy and rub that thing up and down on his ass. I'm sure he won't mind." I paused to catch the look on his face. "It just pisses me off."

I turned to Reagan and pulled her close. "Besides...you aren't my type."

His jaw dropped as I placed my hand on Reagan's face and gave her a deep kiss. She complied readily. It was the first time I had ever kissed someone with lipstick on. The experience was kind of exotic. Our tongues met and battled for dominance. I let her win. It also sent a tingly feeling down below. Then things started to become uncomfortable.

Our lips parted, and our cheeks touched as we smiled at the newbie

"Damn dykes." He moved to the bar and motioned his friend after him.

I turned back to Reagan. She had a serious look on her face. "Whoa."

"What?" I asked.

"I gotta go." She dashed to the table and grabbed her purse then headed to the door.

"Reagan, I'm sorry." I yelled, "Everyone knows you aren't gay. It was just a joke."

She turned to me. "It's not that Chad...it's...it's...UGH. Later"

I headed back to the table. "What did I do?"

Barry offered an explanation. "You jerk!" He smacked me on the head. "She's in love with you, and you just told her that her first kiss with you was a joke."

Oh shit.

 

 

 

Chapter 5

I grabbed the guys and headed for the door. Once we were outside I made him explain what he just said.

"Wadda ya mean she's in love with me...since when?"

"Since she's known ya, you dope."

"No shit! Then why has she never said anything?" I asked.

"Because you've never shown any sign that you even cared. She tried dating other guys to make you jealous. Even gone so far to describe in intimate detail what she does with them to make you envious." He paused and took a breath. " In fact this whole thing," he gestured at my clothes, "stinks of her handy work. Did you ever consider why she let you go to sleep last night with those things on?"

"No."

"She probably wants to take you out of the running for any relationships for the Fall so you can be all hers."

"I gotta find her." I took off running toward our apartment.

I heard Barry yell. "What are you going to do!"

I stopped and turned. "I don't know."

 

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I approached the front door out of breath reached into my purse for the key. My hand was shaking as I tried to insert it into the lock. Dammit, why didn't she ever say anything? Why did she wait so long? How on God's green earth could I have been so blind as to not see her apparent love for me?

I finally stuck the key in the door and opened the lock. She was sitting on the couch crying her eyes out when I walked in. Blast. I hate it when she cries. I took a tissue out of my purse and as I approached. I knelt down in front of the couch and handed it to her then laid my purse down beside me.

"Rea, you should have told me."

She sobbed louder. "How could I? You were so happy and I didn't want to screw up our relationship by making it more... more...complicated."

"Blow your nose."

HONK! She did.

She set the tissue aside and faced me, red eyed and teary.

"Reagan, you are my best friend in the whole world." I continued. "There is nothing you can tell me that will change that. I just didn't realize how much you loved me, until," I gestured to my clothes, "until this. Barry even had to slap me upside the head to knock a few screws around in order for me to see straight."

I moved my hands to either side of her face. "I'm an artist...give me a break."

She laughed at this. Then got serious again when she asked. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you are going to be outted at this college, Reagan, because I can't wait till the end of the semester to let everyone know who my new girlfriend is." With my last word I placed my lips upon hers in a soft kiss to confirm to her my intent. I felt a tear mingle with our kiss that confirmed it for me.

"Now come on," I pulled her to her feet," We're going back to the club." I smiled. " I want to dance with my new girl."

 

 

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