His Idol Part 7

Sorry, this took me so long!
I think in the next part, Paul will get into more shenanigans
What I wanted from this part is for the mom to really start building Paul up. Anyways, let me know what you think! :)

His Idol Part 7

As Mom drives the car through town, I can’t help but feel extremely nervous. Sinking into my seat, I feel like the entire world is staring at me.

“Paul…?” Mom says, turning the car into the underground parking lot of the building she works at. “We are here.”

I swallow hard and manage to give her a smile.

“Nervous?” she asks, pulling the car into her personal space.

Looking down at the pencil skirt and blouse I have on, I nod. As much as Mom has told me I look pretty, I feel like the elephant in the room. I think she can tell I’m worried.

“Look in the mirror sweetheart,” Mom says, reaching across to lower my sun visor. “Tell me, what do you see?”

I look up into the small rectangle mirror and initially see someone else staring back at me. Not recognizing the girl in the mirror, I have to double-take.

“I take it from your expression,” Mom says cheerfully. “You didn’t see yourself at first?”

I go bright red and shrug my shoulders.

“Have you lost your tongue?” Mom asks with a cheeky smile. “What can I do to make you more comfortable?”

I say nothing.

I honestly don’t know! I think just giving up and going home is probably the best option.

“Sweety?” Mom says, reaching across to touch my leg. “You’ve gone so quiet. You were so happy earlier when we finished with your look!”

I can’t help but feel like I’m already letting her down. I lower my head and close off my body.

“Oh Hunny….,” Mom says softly. “We are in this together! Tell me what’s going through your mind.”

Unable to do anything but look down at my legs encased in a tight skirt, I feel the fear taking control.

“Talk to me, sweety!” Mom says delicately. “We are a mother and daughter team right now. Let me help…Please!”

Feeling my stomach turning and churning, I force myself to look up at her. She’s smiling, but I can see the worry in her eyes. I’m such a let-down!

“I….,” I squeak, my voice cracking. “I…think we should go home.”

“Okay sweety,” Mom answers instantly, putting her car key back into the ignition. “If that’s what you feel is best. I’m proud of you for coming this far.”

“No stop!” I say, concerned I’ll make Mom late for work and therefore in trouble.

Mom holds the key in the ignition and looks at me bemused. “You don’t want to?” she asks.

I profusely shake my head. “No, I don’t wanna get you in trouble!”

“Why would I get in trouble?” Mom asks, giving me a subtle smile. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

I shy away. “Y-yeah….,” I mumble at my legs. “A little.”

“Oh,” she remarks, reaching across to tuck back my hair. “I don’t want you to worry. Whatever happens today—I’m the proudest Mom! You could accidentally go potty on my boss’s desk and I’d still be proud of you!”

“Go potty…?” I laugh, looking up to see her beaming a wide smile.

“Yeah, a big smelly one!” Mom giggles, trying to tickle me under my arm.

“Gross!” I smile, batting her away. “Don’t worry…. I promise I won’t do that!”

Mom laughs more and taps on her steering wheel. “I mean….,” she chuckles. “He’d probably deserve it. He’s been very moody lately!”

My face drops. “Should I be worried?” I ask with dread. “I feel like me just being here dressed like this is going to get you in trouble!”

Mom’s smile also disappears. She gives me such a look that I can’t help but feel I’ve said something stupid.

“Is that what you really worried about?” she asks inquisitively.

“Yeah,” I answer bashfully, turning away to look out the car. “I told you I’m worried about showing you up. I’m can’t help but feel like I look really stupid!”

I turn back to face her and open out my body. I look down at the fake chest we’ve given me and frown. “Look at me right now. Anyone who looks close enough is going to realize something is wrong with me.”

Allowing her head to tilt to the side, Mom’s expression makes me again feel like I’ve said something stupid. I watch her eyes look me up and down as we both continue to sit in the car.

“Hmm…time for some tough love,” Mom eventually replies. “I don’t mean to discount your feelings, but honestly….you don’t look like anything out of the ordinary. I mean this in the nicest possible way, Paul…. but you look just like all the other young female interns I’ve had in the past.”

Not sure if I should happy about that or not, I give her a puzzled look.

“That’s a good thing!” Mom reassures. “I’m saying you look exactly like a teenage girl!”

Mom reaches over to my skirt. “Well,” she says feeling the soft material “A very well-dressed teenage girl, but a teenage girl all the same!”

Her comments actually make me feel more at ease. If I look just like a standard intern, then I won’t stand out. That gives me a little more confidence that I won’t instantly ruin everything.

Checking my reflection once again in the mirror, I really do have to stare for a moment before I see myself gazing back. I do look very feminine!

Giving Mom a determined look, I reach other to my car door handle. “I’m ready,” I say, pushing it open.

“Awesome!” Mom cheers, hastily getting out of the car on her side.

Her heels click on the solid floor as she rushes over to my side of the car. Holding her hand out for mine she smiles. “I’m so excited about this! We are going to be like Thelma and Louise!”

Grabbing her hand tight, I wobble in my heels. As soon as I’m stable, I look at her bemused. “Who…?” I ask.

“Don’t worry!” Mom chuckles, before looking down at my feet. “You just let me know if those shoes are getting uncomfortable at any point today. I’ve got flats you can wear if they do!”

I look down past my fake female chest at my feet. The shoe’s I’m wearing are a little uncomfortable, but it’s kinda thrilling for me to be out wearing such things!

“Oh thanks,” I reply, looking up. “I am really determined to get used to wearing heels though Mom. I wanna be like you.”

Mom gives me a warm smile. I can see her beaming with pride.

“That’s sweet,” she replies. “I’ve been wearing heels for years though sweetheart. I’m used to it.”

Letting go of my hand, she allows me to stand straight.

“Do you wanna quickly just go over what we practiced?” she asks, looking around the underground car park to ensure we are alone.

I bashfully nod and swipe hair from my eyes.

Mom swiftly moves behind me and places her hands on my hips. “Legs together,” she whispers into my ears, holding me tight.

I bring my legs together as close as I can. A little uncomfortable, but not as unpleasant as I thought.

“Good,” she continues to whisper. “Now—women walk feet pointing forward and not out to the side. When you take a step, move one foot slightly in front of the other. That should give you a natural sway in these narrow little hips.”

I move one foot forward in front of the other. The noise of my heel tapping on the solid floor makes me blush.

“That’s right!” Mom says loudly, quickly returning to a whisper. “Remember, heel toe—heel toe.”

Before I can practice, Mom moves around in front of me. She takes hold of my hips once again.

“Another tip for you,” she says, looking at my stance. “Allow yourself to be loose. Don’t stand so rigid. I really wanna see you work on allowing your body to be more feminine and limp.”

“Limp…?” I ask

“Yeah,” Mom nods, giving me a little demonstration. “See…like this. See how effortless feminine I look just my standing loose and free. Men are so stiff and upright and you don’t need to worry about keeping up that appearance.”

Studying her stance, I copy what she’s doing. Little did she know I practice poses in my mirror all the time when I’m dressed. Some of my poses are kinda provocative too!

“Perfect!” Mom squeaks, clapping her hands in excitement. “Now—come one! Let's go boss this!”

As she turns and gracefully walks to the elevator, I follow behind her trying my best to practice everything she just told me. Swaying my hips to the beat of our heels on the solid floor feels so amazing! This is everything I thought it would be and more!

I’m so proud I get to walk beside my Mom like this! I never thought in my wildest dreams this would happen! I’m so glad I didn’t let fear get the better of me.

As we approach the main entrance, Mom holds the door open for me. As I take my first step into the foyer, she stands beside me.

I look around at all the employees going about their business. I was half expecting everyone to stop and start staring—but it’s not like that at all. No one appears to even care.

“So,” Mom says confidently, “Amazing job just now with the walking. How do you feel?”

“Great!” I answer, looking up with a smile. “I’m….excited to be here!”

Mom nods and then points at the lady at the reception. “We have to go sign you in.”

“Right,” I say, running the situation through my mind.

My face drops once again as I look up at Mom’s happy face in terror. “Does that mean I have to talk!?”

“Are you kidding me right now!” Mom giggles. “You fooled a plumber into thinking I was your son and now you’re worried about talking to the receptionist!”

I nervously smile and realize what she’s saying is so true. I’ve got this!

Gaining a new sense of self-belief, I start confidently strutting towards the front desk. Scurring up behind me, I hear my Mom cheering me on.

The woman behind the counter is a little busy, but she looks very friendly with short brown hair and a friendly smile. Standing at the desk, I wait for her to look up.

“Well hello there,” she greets me with a smile. “How can I help you?”

Before I can answer, I look around to ensure Mom is still with me. Thankfully, she stands by my side.

“I’m….interning,” I finally answer, smiling back at her.

“Ah yes!” the receptions grins, turning her attention to my mother. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Mom replies, casually leaning on the desk. “Interning for me today. Can we set up a pass.”

The receptionist starts typing away at her keyboard. As she does, Mom looks back at me over her shoulder and winks. She’s so fucking cool!

“Ok then,” the receptionist says, looking up at me from her computer. “Let's start with your name….?”

“It’s er…….,” I freeze.

Crap!