A Life Ever Changing

by Angel O'Hare

 

#5-Run for Your Life

"Better run for your life if you can..." - The Beatles

 

Ok, I am happier now. I reminded them that the money for all the items was coming out of my future earnings. (OOP's did I just make another stupid mistake?)....

Ok, so there I am now standing in my new t-shirt, underpants and socks. Betty then said; "Ricky I have several blouses for you to try on."

"WAIT! I do not wear blouses!"

Mrs. Brown looked at me sternly with a tight frown on her face and said, "RICKY, these are shirts and you better relax. Betty is used to outfitting women and girls, so she uses the female names for the clothes. So please don't make her or me angry by any further childish outbursts." She went on, "Betty has been patient and kind towards you and her help is greatly needed and you should be thankful instead of so argumentative!"

I apologized to Betty and to Mrs. Brown, thanking Betty for all her help and adding that this was new to me and I was very uncomfortable and embarrassed. I went on to say that I had never worn girls or women's clothing and I really was not interested in the least to start now. They both just shook their heads and gave me one of those "what are we going to do with you looks". I truly believe that you really know when you have reached adulthood when you can give someone young "THAT LOOK."

Ok, on with the "blouses" AKA (also known as) shirts. The first one was real cool! I liked it. It was very form fitting and was made out of what they called gabardine. It looked good, felt great, only it was not quite right.

For one thing, there were seams coming from each side even with my chest, like thick lines. Another thing that was different was the darn buttons were on the wrong side! I had a heck of a time buttoning it up at first! (Yes, here is where being innocent and naive did not serve me well at all).

I asked them. "Why are the buttons on the wrong side and why does this shirt have seams coming out from the sides to my chest?" They told me the seams were there for extra support and strength. Ok. The buttons were not that important were they? I said I guess not I will just have to get used to them being on the wrong side. Ok, one "blouse" I actually thought was a "shirt" added to my pile.

Next came a shirt I did not like at all. It was very light and had short sleeves, but the sleeves had a button on them and this I knew was a girl's shirt! NOPE! Ok, on to the next one. Nice plain white dress shirt, the chest pockets were a little on the small side, but it was a nice shirt. That darn button thing again! Ok, add that one to the pile. I also wished it did not have those support seams.

Ok, on with the next one. WOW, a real shirt! Buttons on the correct side, no support seams, nice normal sized chest pockets! I got two of those! 5 shirts. Cool, that part was over!

Nope! One more shirt! They both informed me that this one was a gift from Betty. OH SHOOT!!!!!! Ok, it wasn't that bad and it was a gift so I did not have to pay for it. It was a short-sleeved pull over shirt. The sleeves had cuffs that fit comfortably but tightly just below my shoulder muscles. Instead of a pocket it had "Nurse Aide" on it sewn in thread and written in script. The color of the writing was a light blue. It had a regular collar just a little smaller than I was used to. I said; "Thank you Betty." What else could I say? They told me to keep that shirt on.

Now for the slacks "AKA" pants! The first pair was not to my liking at all. No back pockets and they fit too tight for me to even put anything into the two front pockets. Add to that they buttoned on the wrong side and the zipper flap was opposite of my other pants as well. NOPE!

Ok, next pair was much better. Still no back pockets, but they were roomy in the seat and comfortable to move in. The darn zipper and button were wrong again. They did have deep front pockets, which I liked. The belt loops were smaller than my regular pants as well. I told them I didn't have a belt for these pants. Betty told me not to worry. (Why did that make me worry even more?)

Ok, next pair were the best! Nice back pockets, nice front pockets, zipper and button were where I thought they should be. They fit great! I got 2 pairs of them! The next pair was different. They were made from a stretchy fabric that hugged my butt and legs down to just above my knees. They felt good but I was uncomfortable about my male parts being hugged liked that and being on display so to speak. Also, they felt like they lifted and separated my butt as well.

When I looked in the full-length mirror I died on the spot! NO FRIPSY WAY! From my waist to my knees there would be no secrets from anyone! My butt looked like a girls! My underpants showed through as well! NOPE!!!!

I was caught off guard when Betty asked; "Ricky, what is wrong with them? I thought you would like them?"

Red as heck I began telling her why, "Betty, firstly they are too tight." She then told me to bend and squat. I did and they stretched with no real discomfort.

Betty said, "Ricky, these are very functional slacks. They are supposed to fit snuggly without binding you. Did they bind or squash you when you moved?"

I had to admit they did not. So I then said to her; "Betty you can see right through these!"

"Now, Ricky, what can you see?"

I answered, "I am embarrassed about the obvious outline in front and you can see my underwear." (Turning even redder as I said this.) I continued, "They make my 'fanny' feel and look funny." (I thought the word fanny was better to use than my "butt" or "ass". Betty answered my latest objections, "Ricky, these slacks were made especially to go with the blouse you are now wearing. They are made to fit you closely and give your body the support it needs while performing the many different tasks your new job requires of you."

I still did not want them and said; "But Betty, you can see everything! These pants let everyone know I am obviously a boy!"

Mrs. Brown just shook her head and Betty chuckled. "You're embarrassed about that?" I turned beet red again and she continued, "I can see you are blushing so I know the answer. Ricky, I will give you something to wear that will fix that so you won't be embarrassed ok?" She added, "I really hope you will take these slacks as a gift from me to you Ricky. The blouse and slacks go together and you look very professional wearing them."

OH SHOOT!!! I looked at Betty and she had that pleading look. So I said; "Betty I thank you for your gifts I really do, but I just can't wear these pants if I will look like this while wearing them. But, if you have something I can wear that solves these problems I accept them and I thank you again."

She said, "The 'bell bottoms' are very popular and very in style." With that said, she ran off back into the shop. So into the pile they went. One shirt and one pair of pants for free! Mrs. Brown was smiling and I mean smiling! There was another pair of pants that I never got to try on. They were just added to the pile. (Hmm.)

Betty returned shortly saying, "I have added the item mentioned to your purchases Ricky. They are also a gift from me so don't worry about any added cost, ok?" I thanked her again. She said, "Now for you jackets!"

"Wait!" I interrupted. "I won't go out there looking like this wearing these pants."

Mrs. Brown gave me a look. "Ricky, what now! We have to have you try on the jackets and you are dressed."

I said, "So far, every time I have gone out into the shop I have been laughed at by all the other customers. I really don't think I can take being laughed at again."

Betty said, "Ok, Ricky I understand what you are saying." So, they gave in and let me change into the second pair I had tried on. They told me they had to get a belt for them and it would be the same belt I would use for most of my slacks.

So off we went to the male section, thank GOD! Looking around I saw that more than a few patrons were smiling, giggling, and staring and a few nods of approval. Will this never end! The lady who was so helpful in trying to find me an undershirt walked up to us and told me I looked very nice and professional. (Oh, sure, just what I needed to hear from her!)

The jacket selection went off without a hitch. two jackets that looked like regular suit jackets, the only difference were no flaps over the side pockets. COOL!

Ok, now for the accessories! What? Oh yes, the belt, and a three colored ink pen. (Blue, green and red ink. Remember those?) Also they added one black tie and one white tie. The old fashioned kind! (Not clip on)

Betty then told me to follow her to the main desk to fill out the form for my ID pin. Oh yes, I forgot about that. While I was filling out the form she startled me by brushing my hair! I jumped and she said I needed a few hair ties to hold my hair back. (It was past my collar in length. I had many a problem at school because of this.) They wanted me to see what I would look like at work. Ok. Still it felt funny having her brush my hair though. I kind of liked the way it felt.

She used a white hair tie and told me they came in a package of assorted colors. Mrs. Brown told me I could use a white, blue or black hair-tie for work. Ok, now that my hair was tied back in a ponytail and I was outfitted with everything I needed but shoes. SHOES! I had forgotten about them.

I felt my ponytail and decided it stuck out and up to much. So I adjusted the tie so my ponytail hung straight down. The looks I got from the other patrons still made me very embarrassed and nervous. Ok, now for the shoes! Two pairs of nice shiny white patent leather dress shoes that looked great. Betty suggested to Mrs. Brown that I needed something lighter as well, like sneakers I could change into for certain conditions. Mrs. Brown agreed so out came several pairs of so-called sneakers.

Now, I know my sneakers and these were not meant for boys or men! KEDS! Nope, I said! They both looked at me with "that look" again and told me I had to choose at least one pair! So, I picked the plainest white pair they had. Ok. WE WERE DONE!!!!!

MY NIGHTMARE WAS OVER!!!!!

So I thought at the time!!

OH SHOOT!!!!!!

I had to go back and change into my original clothes. COOL!!!!!!!!

THEN! I had to take the boxes and bags out to the car. Now I know the amount of stuff that I thought I had purchased via Mrs. Brown plus the gifts from Betty, but there were just too many packages! Mrs. Brown told me she had made some purchases as well. Ok, felt better. (But, then again, whom had she made these purchases for? Her or me?)

I went back into the store to thank Betty for all her help and the gifts she had given me. She smiled and said she had enjoyed helping such a nice young boy. (UGH!!) She then told me she liked the way I looked with my hair tied back. (OH CRAP! I had forgotten to take the hair tie out and it was a white one!) So, I thanked her again and left with Mrs. Brown. The second we started to drive away I took out the hair tie!

Mrs. Brown informed me that she had made an appointment for the both of us, but that we should eat first. I asked her what kind of an appointment and all she would say was that it was a surprise. (Oh no! But, I was getting to eat!) She then took out a small hairbrush from her purse and handed it to me.

 

 

 

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