Mission Impossible

by Amber Lynn Kain

  

Chapter 3

 

Arron opened his eyes and looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was already noon. He pulled the covers over his head and groaned slightly, he didn't have a hangover or feel any of the after effects of last night partying. He just didn't want to get up yet. He sighed and streched his thin frame, threw the covers back and swung his hairless legs out of bed. He went into the bathroom tossed his panties out onto the bed and began his routine.

After his daily bathing/shaving ritual, Arron carefully put on her daytime makeup and then pushed his small penis back between his legs and pulled up the beige gaff. The constricting material gave his front a smooth facade. He then pulled from his bag a white thong and slipped it over the gaff, hiding it completely. A pair of white shorts covered the thong, followed by a hot pink polo shirt and a pair of white keds tennis shoes completed her outfit. She then ducked her head into her dark wig and was ready for the day.

Arron walked out of the Inn and down the street to a small strip mall, anchored by a well known department store. Going into the store, she tried on several outfits and shoes. She finally purchased 3 tops and 2 skirts, several sets of bras and matching panties. She even bought a red and white floral bikini swimsuit. The next destination of her shopping spree led her to a drug store where she picked out several diffent shades of lipstick and matching nail polish.

Arron was in a great mood now. The anticipation of wearing her new clothes had lifted the clouds of the past 24 hours and promised a fun afternoon. She walked across the parking lot toward her hotel when a familar voice shouted at her.

"There he is again! Look at him. God he makes me sick!"

Arron looked up and recognized the fat harpy followed by the tanned companion. She looked for a way to avoid their path but realized it was too late. She held her head up and continued on her course and did not look at either of the pair.

"Randy, look at that faggot. He thinks he can pretend to be a real woman.", the short, gross women pointed at her. Embarressed, the man took his wife by the arm and unsuccessfuly tried to quiet her. "He makes me sick...doesn't he you? I mean...look at him!"

Suddenly, without provocation the woman lept with surprizing quickness at Arron. She swung a vicious blow at the small crossdresser, who barely dodged the strike. Just as quick, her muscular husband postioned himself between the two. Arron dropped her bags and fled behind the big man, who held wife at bay with one strong arm. She bit her lip and peeked around the man's muscular back and arms at his enraged spouse.

"Lisa, get a hold of yourself. What did she do? Leave her alone. Do you want to get into trouble?"

"God, Randy...he..he..", Lisa frothed. The woman lept again at the pretty transvestite but was safely held in check by her husband.

Arron clutched the man's arm in fear; the woman obviously was in a rage over her. She searched her memory of the recent past for any reason to cause this reaction. Another lunge by the woman forced her to tighten her grip on the rock hard bicep. Despite the situation, she glanced at the broad shoulders and huge arms that protected her. Her breath quickened and felt an increase pressure against her gaff. Randy turned and looked down at her.

"You better go.", he said in a quiet tone.

Nodding, she picked up her bags and fled from the parking lot and back to her hotel room.

Once in her room, Arron fell to the floor and sobbed. What went wrong, she thought. What did I do to her. Tears fell across her cheeks to hit the floor. What was going on? Sitting there, she realized, she had done nothing and there was nothing she could do. She rose to her feet and put away the things she bought, except for the swimsuit, which she laid on the bed.

She slipped out of her top, shorts and panties and left on the flesh colored gaff. She then slipped into the bikini bottom and hooked the top around her slim waist. She put her arms through the shoulder straps and brought the bra up and around her breast forms. She looked at herself in the mirror and was happy with the result. The breast forms filled out the swimsuit top, while the boy leg bottom showed no signs of her small cock.

She grabbed her large "I luv the ARMY" bag tossed some baby oil, towel, maincure kit and some polish in it and slipped on her tennis shoes. Going to the lobby, she stopped at the desk and asked that any calls for her romm be transferred to the pool phone. The young man at the desk smiled and said he would happy to do so. When she stepped into the sunlight, she slipped on her sunglasses she purchased that morning and headed for a lounge chair by the pool.

The sunshine felt good on her skin. Persperation gathered in a pool on her flat stomach as she layed there. A splash of cold water snapped her out of her daze. Giggles followed the shower.

She sat up and in the pool at her feet were two little girls, in matching teal one piece out fits. They laughed and giggled at each other not paying attention to anyone else.

"Oh Miss, I am so sorry." A lady about 50 in a big orange hat and very dark glasses came up to her and sat at the end of her lounge chair. "My granddaughters didn't mean it. Girls, be careful!" The two giggled and swam toward the end of the pool.

"That is fine. No harm done.", she said.

"I am Emily Hastons from Fort Wayne, Indiana. I am traveling with my granddaughters to my daughters house in Arizona.", the woman explained.

"I am...uh...Amber. I am just traveling about."

"Oh that is nice. Going anywhere in particular?", the grandmother probed.

"No. Just traveling."

"Honey let me tell you. You are the cutest thing. I mean you certainly fill out that swimsuit. I bet you were a cheerleader. Am I right?"

"Well I was a cheerleader.", Amber replied and thought of times she lead the boys cheerblock in high school as Arron.

"I knew it! You seem the type. I was too in 1965. That is were I met Mr...."

"Randy. Did you bring the towels? What about the sunscreen? You know how I burn." the obnoxiously loud voice interrupted the lady.

Both Amber and Emily leaned backwarded and looked toward the voice. Through the fence the two saw the overwieght woman and her husband approach. Amber bit her lip and looked around desperately. Not thinking, she leaned forward put her head onto Mrs. Haston's shoulder to hide from the pair.

"Dear are you ok?"

"Emily, that woman was so mean to me today. I think she hates me or something. Don't let her see me."

"Alright dear, just hang on.", Emily replied and put her arms about Amber and patted her back.

She watched as the pair passed and took seats on the opposite side. "Amber, they've set down now."

"I've got to go. I'll talk to you later Emily.", Amber said as she got up with her towel and left.

Going into the lobby, she stopped by the desk and had them forward her calls to her room, when she realized she had fogotten her bag. Damn it, she thought and turned to the door that led back to the pool. In the door stood Randy with her bag in his hand.

"The lady said you forgot this.", he explained handing her the large canvas bag.

Amber stared up at him. His chest and abdomin muscles seemed to be carved from stone, hidden only by small fine hairs. His bright white teeth gave off light of thier own. She was in awe.

"Are you ok?", the living greek statue asked.

"uh...Yeah..", she mumbled the reply.

"I am sorry about Casey. She thinks you look like my ex.", he appologized. "You really are a knockout.", he continued and flashed his smile again.

"Oh...I am sorry...I didn't mean..."

"It's cool. See ya around.", he turned and went back to the pool.

"Oh my god.", Amber said as she stood there, the large canvas bag to her chest.

"Tell me about it. Mmm-mmm", a housekeeper said and pushed her cleaning cart down the hall, head turned toward the man.

A telephone message was waiting for Amber when she returned to the room. She called the number

and spoke to the adjuster. She explained what happened and said she would fax the police report to him. He thanked her and asked if she was staying at the hotel a few more days. She said yes she had planned on it. He then told her he would be contacting her.

Sitting on the bed, she turned on the tv to Jerry Springer. Two men were fighting over an overweight, trailer park girl, who didn't know which one was the father of her baby. Amber shook her head and continued to watch. The show was like a train wreck...you couldn't take your eyes from it. She nodded off and started dreaming of Randy.

When Amber awoke she looked around sleepy eyed and noticed the clock. She had slept most of the late aftenoon and it was well in to dusk. She stood up, stripped out of her bikini and with the aid of adhesive remover took off her faux breasts. She then stepped into the shower to begin preparing for the night.

  

  

  

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