Short Fantasies    by : Amanda Walker

 

Makeup Party

My mother had invited her friends around for a makeup party organised by a friend of the family. My bedroom was the room above and she had already shouted up for me to turn down the hi-fi.

I decided I’d better go out to the pub sooner than I’d planned.

As I went down to get my coat and go I met my mother in the hall, as she went to the bathroom. She normally didn’t wear much makeup so it was a bit of a shock to see her professionally made-up. I must admit it did look good.

"What do you think?"

"Very nice mum."

From the back room where the party was going on they heard my voice, wine was flowing and good humour was evident.

"Come in James, it’s your turn now! You’ll look lovely with a bit of colour."

What I did.

Stuck my head around the door and said, "You must be kidding! I’m out of here." Then went to the pub.

What I wish that I’d done.

"You think so? What would people think of me!"

"Oh go on, it’ll be a challenge for the make-up artist. You’re among friends here." Said mum’s friend Sylvia. "Your mum will get a big surprise when she sees you!"

"What have I to lose apart from my dignity! Go ahead."

All the ladies cheered. The makeup artist Alyson just smiled and as she wrapped an apron around my neck said "Brave lad, I’ll make you look nice, not like a clown, don’t worry. If you’re not happy about anything just shout."

She carefully cleansed and toned my skin then began to apply a liquid base foundation, there were no mirrors so I could not see what was happening. I then felt her brush my cheeks with powder then she asked me to close my eyes. She worked quickly with deft movements of the brush on my eyelids, then I opened them again to allow her to apply the mascara and eyeliner pencil. She moved to my lips and using a brush and pencil outlined the shape then filled in, I could not see the colours being used, another brush applied a gloss coating. My facial makeup was finished using an eyebrow pencil. I could feel the effect of the cleansers and astringents and taste the gloss on my lips, my eyelashes felt heavier and I could see the thickness added to them. It felt good but she wasn’t finished. Now she asked me to lay my hands on a cloth on my lap and proceeded to give me a manicure. She had been describing what she was doing all the way through and now explained that the nail varnish should match the lip colour. I could now see the rich ruby red applied to my shaped nails and had to imagine how this complimented my face.

As she finished she took off the apron and gave me a mirror to look in. You couldn’t say the girl was a supermodel but it wasn’t a boy looking back, it wasn’t my face at all.

My mother smiled, "you look just like your sister." The other ladies applauded, isn’t she lovely, they called.

"Thanks for being a great sport," whispered Alyson. "Here’s some cleanser, you can go upstairs to clean it off."

Mother followed me upstairs. "Don’t clean it off just yet dear, come into my room."

On the bed there was some underwear and one of my sisters dresses, I knew instantly what she wanted to do. I slipped off my clothes and dressed in the offered ensemble, mother helped with the bra filling it with rolled up tights, and showed me how to pull on the rich blue Lycra tights to match the dress. As I stepped into the dress she zipped me up from behind and steadied me as I placed my feet into the low heeled court shoes. Then she led me to the mirror and as I admired the transformation she brushed out my hair into a pageboy style, clipped on earrings and a gold chain around my neck. I had tried on my sister’s things before but never had the complete outfit with the professional makeup to complete the effect.

"You look stunning my dear we can’t call you James it’ll have to be Jane tonight."

I was still amazed that my mother was conspiring to create this image but I turned and kissed her.

"Lets surprise them mum!"

We went downstairs and mum introduced a new ‘girl’ to the party. The ladies welcomed me warmly after their initial surprise, mum did say to them that they had started it so she’d finished it!

We sat and watched as several other ladies were ‘made over’ and at 9:30 the party finished and the guests began to leave. Sylvia was the only one left and mum said to her "come on girls no point being beautiful with no where to go lets get a drink at the wine-bar."

I only realised she meant me as well when I was handed a coat and handbag. And guided towards the door. The cool night air swirled around my legs and I enjoyed the feeling of freedom the outfit gave. The bar was only five minutes walk and Sylvia brought us a glass of wine each as we sat in an alcove.

I could feel the attention of the men in the bar, It was scary and yet felt good. Mum and Sylvia treated me like a teenage girl for the rest of the evening.

Eventually Sylvia left and we returned home, mum helped me undress and cleanse my face and as I went to bed ‘Jane’ had gone.

In the morning there was a present by my bed, a box of cosmetics, the colours as chosen the night before.

FIN

 

Bound by Mistake

I was lying on my bed listening to music, my parents and sister were out all day and I could play it load and indulge my secret hobby. I was wearing my sisters school uniform of white blouse and school tie, pleated skirt and white knee socks. I had my hair in bunches with ribbons and just a little makeup. I felt so relaxed when dressed this way. I had no wish to go out, I just liked to feel the swish of the skirt, the confinement of the bra and the softness of the materials.

I never heard the door open and the burglar enter the house. He was in my room before I had time to react, I really didn’t want to scream to attract attention. He was taken in by my appearance and grabbed me putting his hand over my mouth. "Any noise and there’ll be trouble little girl! Don’t look at me OK" he growled. I nodded with my eyes closed and he pushed my face into the bed. He pulled my hands behind my back and taking some packing tape bound them together, he then bound my ankles. More tape then went over my lips and a cloth was tied over my eyes. I was helpless and began to fear he would molest me but he left the room and began to make some noise as he looked through the house for valuables.

After only a few minutes a familiar voice called out, "anyone home!" Mrs Steele the next door neighbour had seen the door open and had come to investigate, as she entered the hall the robber pushed past her and sped off.

I managed to make a noise by rocking the bed and banging on the headboard, immediately the blindfold was removed and she carefully peeled back the tape from my mouth. "What has he done to you my dear? What a strange thing to do to a person. Just as well I disturbed him. Let’s get you free."

 

Class Clown

"Go on it’ll be fun."

Tony the office joker was encouraging everyone to participate in his charity fancy dress day. He knew his constant joking got on everyone’s nerves but he couldn’t help himself. This was a good cause after all. Eventually he had got nearly everyone to agree to do it and those who wouldn’t to pay a forfeit.

"Tony we’ve got the ideal costume for you, we’ll join in if you will wear it." Jennifer and Sandra had been the butt of many of his jokes in the past but now they seemed to be OK with him.

"That’s very kind, you’re on. What’s the costume?"

"Ah! That would be telling, come to my house before work on the day and we’ll get you ready."

Mysterious he thought but so what.

Eventually the day dawned and he drove to Jennifer’s. The girls were waiting for him. Jennifer was dressed as a clown and Sandra had a Girl Guide uniform on.

"OK Tony upstairs with you. The costume’s in the back bedroom."

On the bed was a French maid’s outfit.

"Oh great I’ve never done drag before!"

"We’re sure you’ll look lovely, now get your kit off and we’ll help you get ready."

They made him change into some black tight panties then gave him back semi-opaque tights to pull on. On top of this they had him wear black fishnet stockings and a suspender belt. This was finished off with a pair of bright red cami-knickers. A black bra filled with rolled up tights followed then they zipped him into the short satin maid’s outfit. He did not notice when they sewed up the zip to prevent its' removal. They then swept his short hair back and applied a long blonde wig, which they pinned carefully into place. Finally they applied makeup giving him bright red lips and heavily made-up eyes.

Just before they let him look in the mirror they strapped him into 4 inch stilettos, he though the little padlocks on the straps were a decorative touch.

"Wow you look great Tony!" exclaimed Jennifer.

"He does look rather cute." Added Sandra. "I’m sure he’ll win first prize."

"Is that me?" he asked in incredulity. "How did you do that?"

"Lipstick, powder and paint as the saying goes my dear." Replied Jennifer. "Watch out for the boys today!"

She’s not wrong, he thought, my own mother wouldn’t know me!

They left for work soon after he was ready, he struggled in the heels but soon learned to wiggle his hips and take short steps. They were quite early and he only saw two others in the office, another clown and a girl in a flapper dress.

The girls stayed with him as he got to his desk, quite soon he had an important conference call and was so absorbed he almost forgot what he was wearing. It was just when he felt the wig and the satin underwear that he was brought back to reality. It did feel quite nice, I must try this again, he thought.

The girls were called away to other things and he was left alone in his cubicle, still stuck on the call. These people are just talking for the sake of it, he thought, I wonder what everyone else is wearing.

Just before the call finished the boss’s secretary looked in, she wasn’t in fancy dress, no surprises there, she never joined in anything like this. "Oh my, what’s your name dear, and where’s Tony?" she said with a smile.

"My name’s Tanya." He replied. "Tony’s off today."

"Well there’s a staff meeting in five minutes, in the main conference room. Come in when you’ve finished your call."

The call finished and as he stood up he realised he was the only one left in the room. He reasoned that they must be judging the fancy dress, he knocked and strode purposefully, well tottered purposefully, into the room.

There were a few muffled sniggers and one gasp. Everyone was in business suits, no one else was in fancy dress…

"Hello and welcome, this is our new member of staff ‘Tanya’, and I hope everyone will make her welcome, she replaces Tony who appears to have left us. She does dress a little unconventionally, but I’m impressed with her attention to detail. The senior managers have asked that she serve their lunch today in return for a donation to charity."

 

Mannequin

Wednesday

"Stand still James."

"But Mum."

"Oh don’t be silly it’s just a dress."

"Yea and I’m a boy. Boys don’t wear dresses!"

"Well perhaps they should it would probably make them nicer people."

"Couldn’t Karen do this?"

"I’ve told you before when I asked you to do this, she can’t get back until late Friday, the carnival is on Saturday and her dress material wasn’t delivered until today. I’ve made the underskirt already, you two are about the same size so please help me out. You know how much being the rose queen’s attendant means to her."

"OK, OK I give in."

"Now stand still!"

Thursday

"OK we’ve got most things right now. Stand on you toes so I can gauge the length."

"I can’t keep this up for long enough Mum."

"No dear I can see that, I think you’ll have to wear the shoes."

"Oh that’s too much I’m not wearing girls shoes!"

"Now who’s going to see, don’t be silly. Here’s some pop socks, you’ll never get those shoes on with your trainer socks."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No! And something else we’ll have to replicate your sisters bust line so slip this bra on as well."

"I give in. let’s go all the way!"

"Well if you insist."

"No I didn’t mean.."

"Come on let’s get it over with."

Friday

"Do I have to wear everything again?"

"It would help me to finish. Please."

"OK."

A short while later.

"Thank-you you’ve been a great help. Can I just ask one thing."

"Yea mum, just be careful, I’m worried I’m starting to get into this."

"Well I was just wondering now that the dress is finished if you would just wear a bit of makeup, let me do your hair and wear the crown of roses just so I could take a couple of photo’s?"

"If it will make you happy Mum."

Another short while later.

"You look lovely, thank-you. I just wanted a memory of your help."

"It feels really strange this, Mum. Is it OK to like this?"

"Of course don’t worry, I’m amazed how good you look"

"Evening everyone, how’s my lovely wife and daughter tonight."

"Err Dad, I didn’t hear you come in."

"Yes Karen I’m early tonight, your mother’s done a fine job with the dress, let’s have a look at you. Give us a twirl!"

"The dress does look lovely, I’m sure she’ll be stunning in the parade."

"Mum!"

"Don't worry I'm only messing. You didn't want him to know did you?"

"No Mum, thanks."

The phone rang

"James your sister has been delayed until Sunday. Now about this parade…"

 

FIN

 

 

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