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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-11
Monday Morning September 7^th

After her initial shock at Tina's question wore off, Sam gently hugged Tina and gave her a kiss on the lips. Dropping her voice an octave or so, she said, "Of course I'll be your boyfriend. Will you wear my ring?" She took off her class ring and held it out to Tina.

Tears sprang to her eyes as Tina reached for the proffered jewellery. She placed the ring on the ring finger of her right hand. Walking over to her dresser, she took her own more masculine ring and gave it to Sam. "Umm... Here, Sam, will you wear mine?"

Taking the ring from Tina's trembling fingers, Sam placed it on her finger. With a smile, she pulled Tina close and kissed her deeply; she winced a bit at the pain from her lips at first, but continued. Tina reached her arms around Sam's neck and returned the kiss. Belly to belly, it soon became apparent to Sam what her kiss was doing to Tina.

Giggling, she pulled back and said, "I think you'd better get dressed, Dear. That bulge doesn't look very lady-like."

Smiling broadly, Tina said, "I know," and pulled Sam close again. This time she initiated the kiss. When they came up for air a few moments later, she just smiled, sat on the bed and pulled Sam down beside her.

"Kiss me again, you fool," Tina whispered, and Sam did.

Unable to get comfortable sitting, Sam winced and started to pull away. Tina pushed Sam gently onto her back and lay on top of her. Tina let her arms take the weight in an attempt to spare her boyfriend any pain. Their legs interlaced and lying together on the bed, the reversed couple made out until a call from the hall brought them apart with a start.

"Tina? Have you started going through your old things for Sam?"

Smiling sheepishly at almost being caught, not to mention really kissing for the first time in their lives, the two got up. Tina put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and began to help Sam sort through her old clothes.

"You know, Sam, if you're going to be wearing men's clothes all the time, maybe we should start calling you he instead of she. Besides, I kinda like the idea that my girlfriend is my boyfriend."

Giggling, Sam said, "I think you're right there; it really wouldn't be right for you to be seen kissing a girl in public, would it?"

"No… But it might be fun to try," Tina said with a sly grin. C'mon, let's see what I've got that you c'n wear." Tina said brightly.

The two attacked the closet and dressers with a vengeance. Throwing what was obviously too small, inappropriate, or worn into plastic bags, Sam and Tina sorted the one time boy's clothing into piles of keep, give to Sam, Salvation Army and throwaway. The keep pile was obviously the smallest; containing mostly unisex odds and ends like sweat socks, a couple of t-shirts, some cut-offs, sweat shirts, and a few sweaters. Sam's pile was the largest. He had jackets, sweaters, shirts, pants, jeans, underwear, socks, sneakers, shoes... in essence, the major part of Ernie's wardrobe. A few of the items Sam kept purely out of necessity, as temporary stopgaps until he could buy other, better fitting things to replace them. He was thrilled with his haul; they were all keepers. Tina had to laugh over Sam's enthusiasm in her old underwear, jock strap and cup.

Sam's biggest surprise was finding out that not all of Tina's old underwear was cotton. He started to giggle uncontrollably and winced with pain when he came across the satin men's briefs, holding them up between his thumb and forefinger as if they were filthy.

"What are these? Men's panties?"

"Sam! They're satin jockey shorts. 'Men's Briefs' is what the package said," Tina said, turning crimson. "I bought them when they came out a couple of years ago. I liked them enough to buy a few more. They're a nice switch from wearing cotton all the time," she said, trying to defend herself.

"Oh, Tina, relax! I just couldn't help it. I think they're probably going to be my favourites. I was just teasing. I thought I was going to have to give up satin underwear cold turkey."

"No, not the underwear... but, you're gonna go through hell letting your leg hair grow out," Tina giggled. "Oh, and uh... by the way… umm... your laugh? Guys don't giggle, Sam. They're way too cool for that, they chuckle."

Deathly serious, Sam replied, "Oh… yeah… right, thanks."

"How are you gonna hide your uh... your..."

"Breasts? Boobs? Boobies?" Sam finished for her. "I hadn't thought about it. I'm not especially big on top, you know; I'm only an 'A' in the bust department. I never really developed." He looked down at his chest. "It never bothered me like it bothered the umm…girls, either," she said, pointedly avoiding the word "other." "Heck, I was grateful. I guess it's a blessing in disguise. I almost never wear a bra anyway; I don't really need to. I do it at work because it's expected of me. I mean…it wouldn't seem right if the help in a lingerie store didn't wear lingerie. You know… if I can get back there when my father's not home, I've got some things you'd look great in!"

"Yeah, well, guys don't say boobies; they're tits, titties, or jugs, or any one of a dozen other names, but they don't say boobies. And, you're gonna have to give it some thought now, 'cause, um, you're obviously bigger than I ever was and anyone else in my class, too, for that matter."

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Sam said as he painfully pulled his sweatshirt tight around his chest. It was obvious that his ribs hurt quite a bit. "Damn that hurts. I can't even take a deep breath."

A frown came to Sam's face.

"What's the matter?" Tina asked. "Ribs bothering you?

"No, it's my job. I hadn't thought about it until just now. I can't exactly continue working there as a man, now can I?"

"I don't know, I mean…what would it matter? Lots of guys work in the stock rooms of women's stores."

"That's just it, Tina, I don't work in the stock room anymore. Mrs. Winchester gave me a promotion to the sales floor."

"Sam! That's great! Congratulations!" Tina gushed. Then her friend's dilemma dawned on her. "Oh… Well…I guess we'll just have to ask her, won't we."

"We? What do you mean we? It's my job!" Sam replied in frustration.

"Well, we are going to the mall, right?"

"So?"

"And 'The Under-World' is in the mall, right?"

"Yeah, get to the point, would you?!?"

"Well, why don't we get Mom to see it there's anything she can do!"

"Oh come off it, Tina! A guy working the sales floor in a lingerie shoppe? I'd starve on the commissions!"

"Think of how many men go into the place," Tina said.

"So? What's your point, already? Men come in the shoppe all the time."

"Yeah, that is my point. They come in all the time, but none of them buy anything because a girl waits on them! They're too embarrassed to talk to a female. They're afraid she'll think they're queer or somethin'. Don'cha see? It's a natural! Relax and leave it up to me. Okay? Okay!"

Tina's enthusiasm was contagious; Sam couldn't help but smile a lopsided smile through his swollen lips.

"I don't know if it'll work, Tina, but we can try, I mean… Some of the guys that come in there aren't buying for their girl and well… It might work with some of the women, though!" His smile brightened. "Let's not worry about it for now; Mrs. Winchester'll know what to do."

"Hey, why don't you go put that stuff away and get changed? I'm gonna take a shower and get ready to go. It's gonna take me a bit longer than it will you."

Smiling from ear to ear, Sam picked up a pile of clothes and said, "Yeah, I think I will. Hey, get beautiful for me, okay? I want to be with the prettiest babe in the mall."

Giggling, Tina replied, "Gods… My girlfriend's a hunk!"

"Yeah! And my boyfriend's a babe!" The two laughed at the joke and turned to the tasks at hand. On his way out of the room, Sam asked, "You want any help with your hair or makeup?"

Tina stopped in her tracks. "Le'me see if I can do it myself first, okay?"

"Yeah, sure! Hustle it up, babe; I can't wait to see you all dolled up again," Sam said with a smirk.

"Men!" Tina said with a giggle as she entered her bathroom.

It took Sam several trips to move all the clothes to his new room, but it was worth it. He liked the look of the closet. Suit jackets, shirts, not blouses, but real honest to god shirts... Just the thought of all the new items and experiences before him made him feel horny. He started to get undressed to take a shower.

"Gads, I'm sopping," he mumbled as he removed the satin panties Janice had loaned him the day before. They were soaked.

After taking a shower, he perused his new underwear drawer. Selecting a jock strap, a pair of plain white cotton boxer shorts, and a tank top that was about two sizes too small, he walked over to his new bed. Sitting down, he held up the jock strap. He began to tremble with anticipation just looking at it.

"It's really mine!" he said to himself as he started to slide a foot through the waistband and leg strap. Slipping his other leg into the minimal garment of coarse cotton fabric, he stood and began to pull the jock home. The fabric felt scratchy on his shaved legs. He began to get moist all over again.

He adjusted the straps over his butt and looked in the mirror. The pouch of the jock strap sagged in the front. Looking down at the excess fabric, Sam groaned.

"I guess I need to find something to fill that out a bit." Walking over to the dresser, he pulled out the biggest pair of socks he could find. Rolling them up, he stuffed them into the snap pouch of the jock and adjusted it.

"There, that's better," he said aloud. His knees trembled at what he was doing. He looked at his reflection in the mirror again and stared for a bit as he pressed the socks against himself.

Smiling happily, he pulled on the boxers and took out a second pair of tube socks. Sitting on the bed, he put them on then slipped into an old pair of what were once Ernie's, and now were his, men's cut Wrangler jeans. They were a bit snug in the seat, but showed off the bulge of the rolled up sock too well. The bulge in his jeans looked more like a Playgirl magazine parody than a real penis.

"Damnit, Sam, get real," He yelled at himself in frustration and despair. "If you saw a guy with a bulge like that walking down the street you'd howl hysterically!"

He pulled down the jeans and boxers and yanked the socks out of the jock in frustration. He almost threw them across the room. Instead, he stopped and, talking to himself in a hoarse whisper, said, "You're starting to act like old man Boone again there, Sam." He put the socks back in the drawer. This time, he took out a smaller pair. He rolled only one sock up and carefully placed it into the jock. "There, that's much better," he mumbled after he had his jeans zipped up again.

Smiling painfully, Sam crossed to the low dresser and pulled out a Nine Inch Nails concert jersey. It was about two sizes too large. Pulling it on, he looked in the mirror.

"Well, that about does it," he thought. He put on a pair of Ernie's old sneakers; they were a little loose, but they were wearable. "I'll have to get a new pair at the mall," he thought to himself. Sliding his feet around in the sneaks he said, "At least they aren't pink!" Sam sat back down on the bed. Lying back, he let his thoughts drift back to earlier in the morning with Tina. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. Sliding his hand down the front of the jock, he began to "scratch the itch" his thoughts were creating.

Ten minutes later, he left the room, a lopsided smile on his face, never once bothering to look in a mirror or straighten his hair. He looked into Tina's room; the door to the bathroom stood open, it was vacant. "I'll bet…" he began when he heard voices from down the hall.

"I know we're only going to the ma-all, but I'm going with him! I can't just wear je-eans!"

"She even sounds like a teenage girl," Sam said, laughing to himself. "Maybe I should just go downstairs and wait."

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The two teens made quite a spectacle on the mall. Tina, tall and radiant in flats and a simple blouse and skirt combo, Sam, in sneakers, tight, faded jeans that were obviously too long for him, and a baggy concert shirt, walked happily, hand in hand, as they strolled the mall. Peering into the windows of the stores and commenting conspiratorially on what they saw, they made their way casually first down one side and back up the other. They really looked like a typical pair of teenaged lovebirds. Janice and Linda trailed behind, giggling over the youngsters and the attention they were attracting, Tina for her beauty and Sam for his battered mug. This was going to be an interesting day.

After they had traversed the entire mall, Janice turned to Tina. "Honey, aren't you going to buy anything? You've walked past every store here!"

"I know, Mom, I just…"

It was then that Sam spied a dress in a shoppe window and decided Tina just had to try it on. He reached out, grabbed Tina by the arm, and yanked. The way it happened looked like something out of a cartoon. One moment Tina was standing facing her mother, the next she was gone from view. Linda laughed helplessly. Sam was dragging Tina into one of the upscale dress shops and Tina, obviously, was protesting. It was comic.

"Look, Tina, you're gonna have to get used to it." Sam was talking fast in a stage whisper. "You're a girl, and girls love shop and try on clothes."

"But what if somebody notices!" she hissed.

"People will notice you if you don't. Come on! It'll look great on you!"

"Sam! I'm scared. Please, can't we just look?"

"You're trying it on, Tina. And if it looks half as good as I think it will, you're buying it! Come - on!"

Jan came up behind Tina and put a hand on her shoulder. Tina stiffened visibly at her touch. "Honey, you're going to have to do it sooner or later," Jan whispered in her ear, "so you might as well get it out of the way now. I'll go in the fitting room with you. It'll be fine, you'll see."

The fight went out of Tina like a wave going back out to sea. Her shoulders sagged and, with trepidation, she stepped towards the door of the shoppe on her own. "I really don't want to do this," she mumbled. Sam just grinned his silly grin and escorted her into the store.

A sales woman of indeterminate age came up to help them. One look at Sam and she froze in her tracks. She hadn't even welcomed her customers yet.

"You'll have to excuse my nephew," Jan began. "He can't seem to stay out of fights."

Seeing an adult escorted the couple, the woman relaxed visibly. A nervous smile came to her lips as she started into her sales spiel. "How may I help you today?"

Sam answered, even though the question was directed at Jan. "We'd like to see that blue dress over there." He was pointing at a pale blue, embroidered, short sleeved, shirtdress. Simple in design, its classic, button-down look would be perfect on Tina's slight frame.

"Oh, that is an excellent choice, sir," the sales woman said looking at Sam quizzically. "Let's see, that's about a seven, isn't it?" she said looking at Tina.

"I think she's more a nine," Jan said, coming to her rescue. "Why don't you get several sizes and we'll meet you by the changing rooms?"

"Very good, Ma'am. Might I bring along an additional suggestion or two?"

"By all means!" Jan said brightly. "We might as well see what you would suggest for my daughter. Besides, I could use the break; she's been walking us ragged."

"Yes, I can imagine," the woman said with a smile, smelling a good sale. "I'll be right back; the changing rooms are back in the corner," she said with a nod of her head in their direction. "Please take your time. If you see anything of interest, just make a note of it. I'll be happy to get it for you." With that, the woman got busy getting the items together for Tina.

Jan looked at Sam and said in a stage whisper, "Sam, you know, men usually don't take their ladies out shopping and enjoy it."

"I know, but I just can't seem to help myself, Aunt Jan. Tina is about the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and you can't get her near a store! She really needs some confidence and this is the only way she is going to get it. Besides, that dress is her."

"Yes, Honey, it is. Let's get her into it."

The four of them slowly made their way back to the changing rooms, examining the various items on display as they went. Linda and Jan seemed to take delight in Tina's discomfort.

"I'm telling you, Jan," Linda said, "in another couple of months, you won't be able to keep her out of here."

"I know, that's what worries me."

"Why should it worry you? It's my money!"

"Yours? I thought..."

"You thought what? That it was The Organization's money? No, Dear, and I don't want you worrying about it either. I don't have any children; remember? It's my money and it's my chance to live vicariously through her. Give me that much anyway, please. Let her have fun with it! I can't wait to see what she picks out."

The changing rooms were in a section of the store all to themselves. There was a small platform for private fashion shows, several comfortable chairs, coffee tables, and curtained booths lined the walls.

When the woman returned, she seemed to have three of everything they stopped to look at, including accessories, shoes, and handbags. She had two other sales clerks in tow, all of them loaded down with dresses, boxes, and assorted items. Tina swooned with the thought of having to try all the garments and accessories on. Sam sat there in a chair, chuckling at his friend's distress.

The sales clerk quickly hung the clothing on a rack to one side of the platform and selected one of the shirt-dresses they'd looked at initially. "Here you are, Miss; why don't you take this in there," she said, pointing to a nearby changing booth, "and try it on for size?" Flustered, Tina took the dress from the clerk and looked plaintively at her mother. Smiling, Jan stood up and crossed to Tina. Taking her by the elbow, the two entered the changing booth.

Looking at Linda, the clerk smiled and said, "She is a shy one, isn't she?"

Linda laughed out loud. "You have no idea," she said with a smirk.

With this, Sam broke out in guffaws of laughter.

"Linda, she's so pretty and she thinks she's an ugly duckling. I get a kick out of watching her."

"You'd better watch it, young man, or you'll be next!" Linda shot back, laughing at his obvious discomfort.

"Come on, let's see what's here." With that, the two descended on the clothes rack, conspiring on what Tina was going to "try on for size" next.

In the booth, Jan was acting like a mother hen. "Oh come on, Sweetie, here, undo your blouse."

"Why do I have to try it on, Mom? Can't we just get the one in my size and buy it?"

"No, Honey, the sizes run large and small between the different styles and manufacturers. You'll just have to try it on. Here, give me that blouse, and your skirt... Come on, Tina! It's no big deal; girls do this hundreds of times a day!"

"Sure, but they don't have an audience!" Tina hissed.

Jan laughed, "What?!? Where do you think all their friends are when they go shopping? Honey, it's a chance to socialize, have fun and experiment with different looks. It's the main reason girls love shop! Here, now put this on and I'll hang these up for you."

Jan took Tina's blouse and skirt and put them on the hangers provided, while Tina slipped into the dress. The buttons still had her a bit baffled, being on the opposite side from men's shirts. Jan clucked as she brushed away Tina's hands and made short work of the buttons.

"Let's go, Gertrude, out into the light where I can see you."

"Yes, Mo-therrr."

Smiling a weak smile, Tina stepped out of the booth and into the viewing area. Clasping her hands before her and looking at the floor in embarrassment, she just stood there. The pose was classic "Audrey Hepburn."

Sam looked up from the rack of clothes at the movement of the curtain. When Tina stepped out into the room, his jaw dropped. Instead of the pretty young teen that went into the booth, a vision of loveliness had emerged. She looked like a young debutante. Her shy presence was commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Her calves, framed perfectly by the full skirt of the pale dress, were simply stunning. Sam's eyes started at the floor and slowly took in every inch of the vision before him. He was shocked speechless by her beauty.

Linda took one look and muttered, "Oh my..." She, too, was overcome with the change.

Seeing the look on Sam's and Linda's faces, Tina whirled about and tried to run back into the booth, tears formed in her eyes. Her mother stopped her hasty retreat by grabbing her by her shoulders.

"Whoa! Hold on there! Where are you going so fast?"

"They think I'm ugly! Look!" Tina blurted out, on the verge of tears.

Sam made as much of a mad dash to his friend as his wounds would allow. "Tina, you're stunningly beautiful," Sam said in a rush. "Where did you ever get the idea I thought you were ugly?!?"

"But you just stared like I'm some sort of...of..."

"...heavenly vision," he finished for her, as he took her by the arm and gently turned her to face him. "Do you know who you reminded me of when you stepped out of that room?" Tina shook her head violently side to side, fighting back the tears. "At first I thought Audrey Hepburn was making 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' all over again, then I realised it was you." With that, he pulled her close in a hug.

"Really?" she sniffled.

Smiling as he held her away from him, Sam said, "Really. Now, model that thing for me. I want to get the full effect. Pretend you're a supermodel; you've got the look, go for it!"

Laughing now as she wiped at the tears with the back of her hand, Tina started an awkward model's strut about the platform.

Standing back out of the way, the sales clerk just shook her head. "Ugly?" she said to herself. "Where the hell have they been keeping that girl, a cloister?"

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Continued in Part-12

  

  

  

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