Sarah Smile                by: Kimberli Nicole McCarthy

 

"Sarah? Ms. Morrison?"

"Please, call me David."

"Oh yes..of course...pardon me. I’m sorry Sa–umm-David, but you’re just not right for the part."

"But I just finished the audition, how can you say that?" David asked the casting director, biting his lower lip. Stop pouting, he said to himself.

"Believe me honey, you were wonderful in your audition, but we feel you’re just not right for the role. I’m sorry, but you look far too convincing."

As he walked out into the street, looking for a cab, David wanted to kill Mandy. I can’t believe she did this to me, he thought to himself, I could have had that part if she could have made me look more like a man.

 

Mandy picked up the phone on the third ring, wondering who the hell would be calling a seven in the morning.

"Mandy?"

"Yes?"

"This is Dave. Listen, I need a favor."

"What’s up?"

"You have an hour or two."

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you have a key to the salon?"

"What kind of role are you trying out for?"

 

Unlocking the door to the salon, Mandy was still laughing to herself. She had seen a lot of things in her five years as a beautician in the big city, and she had even done makeup and hair for a few drag queens, but she had never had the chance to perform a complete male to female makeover. So when David called her and told her that he needed a "new look" for an audition, she was thrilled. She knew she could make Dave, who at 5'6'’ and barely a hundred and fifty pounds was no one’s idea of a he-man, into a sweet, adorable girl.

 

I hope she knows what she’s doing, Dave thought as he knocked on the salon door. The look of unbridled anticipation on Mandy’s face made Dave wonder if he knew what he was getting into.

 

"Linda?" William asked from behind his huge mahogany desk. God, I’m glad I studied in law school, he thought to himself. "Will you call Dave Morrison and leave a message on his voicemail that I have both of our tickets for the game tonight and that I’ll meet him in front of the Garden at 7:00?"

"And what is Mr. Morrison’s number?"

"It’s my number Linda!" William answered irritated, "he’s my roommate, remember?"

Bill Norman clicked off the intercom and leaned back in his chair, completely satisfied with himself. He was glad that he could score the Rangers-Red Wings tickets for David’s birthday. He knew from their days at the University of Michigan that Dave was a huge Red Wings fan. Even though he’d have to bust his ass on the McDavitt file, he could be out of the office by a six thirty, and if he hustled he could be at the Garden by 7:00 to meet Dave.

 

"I need to look like a hip, early twentysomething personal assistant. Very New York chic." David said.

"I know David," answered Mandy, "you explained that already, and I brought you some clothes to wear, but explain to me again what the part is."

"Oh, it’s some stupid made for cable movie," he said. "It’s about a guy who dreams of being an author, but his talent lies in tales of romance, so he gets a job at a big time publishing company as an administrative assistant to the big boss."

"And he dresses like a girl WHY?"

"Hey, I didn’t say it made sense. Like I said, it’s a stupid cable movie, but these days I’ll take any role I can get."

"Well honey, don’t you worry because Mandy will get you that role. I swear to you I will turn the average 28 year old boy that sits in front of me into a sexy little 24 year old sex kitten."

"Meow."

 

"How much longer?" David asked after the first hour of primping was coming to a close.

"I’m almost finished with the hair and makeup, and then we have to dress you."

"But I want to see what I look like," whined David, in his practiced female voice.

"Holy shit, David, that sounds great!"

"Really," David said, continuing his girlish voice, "do I sound pretty?"

"Seriously Dave, it’s scary how pretty you sound."

"Well I want to see how pretty I look!!!" David whined, laughing after the petulant remark.

"Not until your transformation is complete," said Mandy, knowing that David would shit a brick when he saw himself.

So David sat patiently with his eyes closed, feeling what felt like five pounds of makeup sitting on his face, and the tug of his head as Mandy styled the wig that she had placed on his head.

 

With his hair and makeup complete, but still wearing the jeans and tee shirt he had worn over, David was led to the back of the store, where Mandy was keeping the clothes she brought over for him. David’s curiosity went unrewarded, as Mandy had covered every mirror in the salon.

"Sorry David," Mandy said as she scissored his tee shirt off his body, "but I can’t risk messing your face and hair."

David didn’t complain, it was a crappy old tee shirt anyway, and he could buy a new one if he got this part.

As he removed his jeans, Mandy whistled at the sight of his freshly shaved legs, the hair taken off before he came over, at Mandy’s request.

"And now the boxers..."

Dave felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of getting completely naked in front of Mandy, but his cousin was his closest relative in New York, and she had always been more like a sister to him anyway.

From out of a large Macy’s bag, Mandy pulled a garter, black stockings, and a satiny white bra and panty set. "These are mine," she said, handing them over, "I got them least year at Victoria’s Secret. You can keep them afterwards, just in case you get the part."

Dave was able to get the panties bra and garter on myself, but Mandy had to help him with the bra., which she filled with breastforms that were "on loan" from the salon. (As was the wig that now sat on my head)

Next was a black skirt, which to David’s dismay stopped well above the knee, and a midnight blue metallic button down shirt. Mandy helped him adjust the shirt, rolling the cuffs of the sleeves to his wrist, unbuttoning the top two buttons, and letting the decidedly feminine button down lay untucked.

On his wrist she put a leather Guess watch, and around his neck she placed a silver necklace with a little silver heart charm that lay on his bare chest.

Last were the two inch clunky black Kenneth Cole shoes, which Mandy made David practice walking in for a full twenty minutes before letting him finally see the finished product.

 

 

"That is NOT me!" said David as he stared at the mirror.

Standing before him was a picture of feminine grace and beauty. Big brown eyes made up beautifully with eyeliner and traces of blue eye shadow. Glowing, radiant, unblemished skin, with reddened cheeks and exquisitely reddened, moist lips. Thin, shapely legs that rose from the stylish shoes to the short, black skirt. The metallic, midnight blue button down tapered in tight around the ribs, accentuating both the perky breasts above them and the tight belly that it covered below. The top two buttons were open, showing a her creamy bare breast and the cute heart charm that lay across it. Untucked, it showed that this was a girl who wasn’t too stuffy, even though it was obvious that she put a lot of thought and hard work into her stunning looks. But without a doubt, the cherry on top was the wig. A sandy, dark shade of blonde, it glimmered as it parted from the right side of her head, framing her lovely face, falling in straight, luxurious waves to her shoulders, where it lay gently in long curls that Mandy added at the bottom.

"Jesus," Mandy, "do you know who I look like?"

"Of course I do, that’s who you’re modeled after."

"So I guess that now I’m Sarah Michelle Morrison."

"In the flesh,"

"Oh Mandy," I cried, prancing over and throwing my arms around her, "I look wonderful!!! Thank you so much, I’ll definitely get the part."

 

 

Standing on the corner trying to hail a cab, David looked at his thin banded watch, confirming that it was five o’clock.

 

Six hours of sitting around waiting for two minutes to read some lines, and then they tell me that I look "too convincing" as a woman!!! The nerve of those people, I don’t look anything like a woman.

His thought were interrupted by the screech of brakes and horns as a taxi swerved across five lanes of rush hour traffic, narrowly avoiding at least three collisions and coming to a sudden halt in front of him.

"Can I give you a ride honey?" asked the cabbie, leaning over with a salacious leer on his face.

 

 

David had never been more relieved that when the taxi finally got to his apartment.

"So Sarah?" asked the cabbie.

Why did I give him my name, David thought.

"Umm yes?" Sarah answered.

"You know, this isn’t just a job, I own the company."

"That’s great."

"Yeah, I make six figures, so you wanna go out some time?"

"Uhhh," what the hell is going on here, he’s hitting on me? "I have a boyfriend."

"I figured as much. Well listen sweetie, if he ever treats ya’ bad, you give Timmy the Cab Driver a call, I’ll take you out for a special night."

"Why thank you Tim," Sarah said, trying hard not to blow her cover, "how much do I owe you."

"Nothin’ Princess, just spending ten minutes with you was worth the ride."

David stood dumbfounded as the car pulled away. He realized that the casting director was right, he was too convincing. Not only was he pulling this off, but he was HOT!!! He laughed as he reached in his pocket for his keys.

 

 

"SON OF A BITCH!!!" David yelled, and immediately felt embarrassed after by the stunned looks of passers by who witnessed a sweet young woman curse in a loud male voice.

David looked frantically through the purse that Mandy had given him. His cell phone, his wallet, some lipstick, but no keys. Then he searched the pockets of the black leather woman’s jacket that Mandy had lent him. Nothing there either. With horror he remembered that his keys were in his regular jacket, which probably sat now in the closet of Mandy’s salon.

Sarah had to endure another taxi ride full of weak pick up lines, and understood for the first time why women weren’t flattered when a slob tell them that they have a "sweet can."

When the cab dropped her off at the salon, she wanted to kick herself as she remembered that the salon closes at 5:00, and it was now 6:05. A quick call to Mandy resulted in a furious message on Mandy’s machine which he knew she would find hilarious, since he was forced by his surroundings on the crowded sidewalk to deliver it in Sarah’s voice.

David thought about his predicament. He had nowhere to go, and nowhere to change back into his regular clothes for the game. He also knew he couldn’t skip the game, because he knew how much trouble Billy had gone to in order to get them. David turned and looked at the reflection staring back at him in the salon window. He had to laugh. There stood a beautiful, well dressed blonde, one who he knew that Billy would love to escort to a hockey game, and like it or not, Billy would have a lovely date tonight.

 

 

Billy paid the driver and hustled out of the cab, toward the Garden. He cursed himself for running, because as he reached the predetermined meeting spot, he realized that David was nowhere to be found. He must have stayed late at another of those stupid auditions of his, Billy thought, what is it this time? Maybe he’s trying out for Officer #3 on NYPD Blue.

Of course, not all was lost, for in David’s place, Billy found a hot little number, probably waiting for her boyfriend. Billy admired her legs and tight, sweet ass. Her hair was gorgeous, and as he stood there watching her put lipstick on as she looked into her little compact, he felt himself getting a little hard. His heart pounded faster as he realized that she was looking at him out of the corner of her eye, and she had a sexy little mischievous smile. She was looking to get hit on! He thought, I can’t believe she doesn’t have a boyfriend!

"Excuse me Miss, but I couldn’t help but notice—HOLY SHIT, Jesus Christ David, is that you???"

"Hello William," Sarah said, "My name is Sarah Michelle Morrison, David’s cousin from California."

"Wow, dude, you DO look like Buffy the Vampire Slayer!!!"

"Excuse me William," Sarah continued, trying not to draw attention to the situation "but David had an audition today for a part as a cross dresser, and he was locked out of his apartment afterwards, and he didn’t want to miss the hockey game, but he had no other choice, so he had to send Sarah, and if you don’t stop laughing I’m going to kick you hard in the nuts with my hard, clunky heels."

Billy tried, but he couldn’t stop laughing.

"Anyway," Sarah went on, "David told me that he didn’t want to see either you or he dead tonight as victims of drunken Rangers fans or skinheads or homophobes or any other big city wackos. Furthermore," Sarah said, smiling and posing adorably, resting a hand on her hip, which she thrust to one side, "so tonight you will be very courteous to Sarah, and treat her purely as Sarah, and call her Sarah, and treat her as your date, or sister, or whatever, and not talk at all about her cousin David, so that no one gets in any type of trouble."

"Understood," said Billy, straightening up and holding out his arm. "Would the lady like to accompany me to the blue seats?"

"I’d love to."

 

Watching the game, surrounded by drunken rowdy Ranger fans, Sarah knew that she had to summon up every last bit of her thespian talent to pull this off. Tonight was method acting to the max, she had to BE Sarah.

So she made sure to keep her legs crossed as she delicately nibbled on the hot pretzel that Billy had brought her. "Thank you so much for the pretzel, William," she said, trying not to notice that Billy was peeking down at her stocking clad thigh with alarming regularity.

The game was a classic. The checks were furious, the passes were crisp, the pucks rocketed off the players’ sticks.

Sarah couldn’t help but notice the three college aged guys behind her, and overheard their oh-so-subtle plotting regarding which one of the three would take a stab at her. She knew a pre-emptive strike would be necessary. Sarah rested her head on Billy’s shoulder and ran her long red fingernails through the back of his hair. As Billy sat bolt upright, she whispered very quietly in his ear, explaining that the drunken frat boys behind her were contemplating a date rape. As she whispered, she was self-consciously embarrassed as she realized that her red lips were brushing against Billy’s ear lobe. She was even more embarrassed as she spied the bulge growing in Billy’s pants. "Billy," she whispered, "I’m sorry, but I have to kiss you on the cheek right now."

 

"Oh William," she purred, a little too loud, "thank you so much for tonight, it means so much to me. I can’t wait til we get home so that I can show you how much." His cheek smelled nice as she planted her warm lips on his stubbled skin.

Sarah couldn’t help but giggle as she heard the morons behind her hooting and hollering, and describing in great detail how lucky a man Billy was.

* * * *

Sarah had to try hard to look calm and lady like as the third period wore on. The game was unbelievably tight! With ten seconds to go, it looked like it was heading to OT, until El Capitan, the old warrior Mark Messier broke away with the puck, slipping it through the five hole as time expired.

Billy, a lifelong Rangers fan, erupted, leaping up and down in total ecstasy. Even though David was a Red Wings fan, Sarah, his cousin from California, was a Mighty Ducks fan. Tonight she was rooting for the Rangers, since her "boyfriend" Billy was a blueshirts fan. So when the red light lit up, Sarah jumped up and down in little hops, clapping her hands in front of her chest. As Billy turned to her to give a big high five, Sarah threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Billy, totally shocked, remembered to play the part so as not to draw attention, and wrapped his arm around the small of her back. "What was that?" he whispered in her ear.

"I’m excited because my boyfriend’s team just won," she whispered into his ear, "just play along."

 

 

The crowd swarmed uncontrollably through the halls of the Garden, chanting Rangers slogans and generally causing a ruckus. In order to keep from being swept away, Sarah had to clutch Billy’s hand as he lead her through the crowd and back out onto the Street.

"What a game!" said Billy.

"Oh William, thank you so much."

"Yeah, sorry about the Red Wings,"

"WILLIAM, I LIKE THE RANGERS TOO," Sarah said sternly, her eyes telling Billy to stay "in character."

"Oh yeah, right. Listen Sarah, the tickets weren’t your cousin’s only birthday gift, I was gonna but him some drinks afterward. So should we go home and get him."

"Well I know you have to work tomorrow," said Sarah, " and it would take a really long time to go back to your apartment and get Dave, so why don’t we get a few drinks now. That is...if you don’t mind bringing me instead of David."

"Oh, I don’t mind," said Billy, "I actually think it’s kinda funny."

"Just as log as you’re buying the drinks, Mister," Sarah laughed, wrapping her arm around Billy’s.

They walked over to a local pub, which was filled with Rangers fans. It was festive, crowded, and above all, loud. Sarah found herself having to yell to Billy to be heard. Even thought he crowd pressed them together, they still couldn’t hear each other. As he asked Sarah what she wanted to drink, Sarah turned to face him, and was shoved chest to chest into him. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his ear to her mouth. "Gin and tonic, please. And some shots. Fast."

A few drinks and a whole bunch of shots later, Billy and Sarah had grown accustomed to the clamor and close quarters of the pub. When the stereo started blasting New York, New York, in honor of the victory, everyone was dancing. Billy and Sarah, still facing each other, began swaying back and forth with the crowd, and as the alcohol started to enter Sarah’s bloodstream, she dropped the glass on the floor, immediately embarrassed by her clumsiness. Sensing this, Billy looked directly into Sarah’s eyes and dropped his mug of Guinness. Sarah laughed, and mouthed thank you. With one fell swoop, Billy wrapped one arm around her back and grabbed her hand with his.

"Dance with me," he yelled.

Sarah threw her head back and laughed again.

When Sinatra finished singing, Billy mentioned that it was getting late, and he had to work in the morning, and it was tome to go home.

 

Billy sat looking out of the cab window as Sarah slumped in the corner of the cab. "William?" she asked, "I’m starving," pointing at the Sbarro on the corner, she gave him a puppy dog look that indicated that it would please her greatly if he’d buy her some pizza.

"Pull over," said Billy."

Staggering into the Sbarro, Billy and Sarah both told each other they had to use the restroom. "Ladies first," said Billy, "I’ll order while you go, how’s pepperoni sound?"

"Pepperoni sounds great," Sarah purred, putting a finger on Billy’s lower lip, "it sounds yummy."

As she walked off giggling, Billy started to wonder where this was going.

 

As drunk as she was, Sarah still thought she looked pretty hot as she looked in the bathroom mirror. She refreshed her lipstick and blew herself a kiss. "Did Billy say he was coming in after me?" she asked herself.

Billy sat at the table with two cokes and two slices of pepperoni for a full two minutes before waiting for Sarah to return. He was trying to decide whether Mandy had really made Sarh into a beautiful young woman, or if he was just beer goggling. He was also disturbed by the thoughts he was having during the game, especially when Mess scored the game winner. Knowing that if he waited a second longer there would be a puddle of piss on the floor, Billy walked to the bathroom.

He was surprised that with the ever expanding health code, that the Sbarro could till get away with having a single unisex bathroom. He figured this would be one of those one toilet, no urinal bathrooms you see in some stores. Billy was even more surprised when he opened the door to find Sarah staring at him with hungry eyes, leaning back against the sink, with her bra exposed underneath her unbuttoned shirt. God she was gorgeous.

"William," she whispered, "I wanted to thank you again for tonight."

Billy didn’t say a word. He grabbed Sarah’s hips and pulled her toward him. As her arms wrapped around his neck, their lips wrapped in a fiery embrace. This was no time for gentle exploration, Sarah’s tongue ravaged his mouth, his hands squeezed her back and groped her sweet, sweet ass.

"I want you so much," Billy breathed.

"I know, I could feel your eyes on me all night long. You made me feel so sexy."

"You are sexy."

"Let’s do this, Billy."

Their mouths made an impenetrable suction as their tongues danced. Billy held Sarah tight to him, their hips pressed together. Sarah’s hands explored Billy’s chest, untying his tie and ripping his shirt open. Chest bare, she began kissing his pecs, licking his nipples in a circular motion, then sucking them as her hands reached down to squeeze his hard ass.

Billy clutched Sarah’s hips in his hands, and spun her around. Sarah could feel his rock hard cock throbbing against the small of her back. She wanted that cock more than anything in the world.

"Fuck me Billy, please fuck me."

"You’re mine tonight Sarah," Billy said as he ripped her skirt and panties to the floor.

"I want you to fill me with your love," Sarah said, stepping out of her panties and skirt, and up onto the toilet bowl.

Straddling the bowl, with one foot on each side of the lid, Sarah turned her head around to face Billy, and thrust his finger into her mouth, wrapping her juicy red lips around hi knuckle. With her back to Billy, she squatted, searching with her hands for his hard cock. She found it and ripped it out of his pants, frantically unzipping his suit trousers.

Billy threw his pants and boxers down, and stood straight up. Squatting in front of him, standing on the bowl with her back to him, Sarah wrapped her red nailed hand around his throbbing penis, and led it directly to her hole. She was amazed at how natural this seemed. considering that no man had ever penetrated her hole.

Exquisite pain filled her body, and Sarh let out an erotic little squeal as Billy’s head poked through. The pain turned to pleasure, and she leaned down to accept more of his manhood into her hole. She could hear his moans and her feminine grunts combining in a symphony of lust. She rose up and rid his cock, lifting up to feel the friction, and then down as her ass met his thrusting hips. Her hole seemed to wrap around the monster, they became one as she rode up and down. The pleasure was hypnotic, and she threw her head back and to the side so that her tongue could meet his, their lips locked in a loving embrace.

"Make me your girlfriend," Sarah panted between kisses.

"I’ll do anything for you," billy said as his muscular biceps supported her motions.

"Cum inside me, I want you to fill me up."

Billy threw his head back and groaned as he exploded into Sarah, filling her with hot, surging fluid.

Sarah reached her hand behind Billy’s neck and squeezed hard as she accepted his warm deposit. When he was threw, she turned to him and kissed him as she had never kissed anyone before. She pulled her face back and looked deeply into his eyes.

"You took my virginity," she said.

"I put it where you put my heart" he replied, "Sarah, I love you."

 

 

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