His Idol Part 3

His Idol Part 3

Although Christmas wasn’t like what I’d grown up with, It was one that I will remember. Spending that entire day in that beautiful dress my mom brought for me, was like a dream come true.

I think I’d spent a lot of life thinking that the world wouldn’t agree with me if a came out about it. Although, I’m sure some people wouldn’t understand. At least I know that at least one person has accepted who I am.

Since then, I’ve been a lot more open about things. Mom was always very interested in me. Asking about what outfits I like, what makeup I should wear. It’s nice. She’s almost like the friend I’d always wanted.

Knowing that I’m free to express myself, I decided that once I get home from school, I’m going to try on that new dress mom had given me.

Rushing in the door, I didn’t waste any time getting upstairs. Kicking my shoes off and throwing my bag down. I wasn’t bothered that mom would moan about it later.

In my room, I rip my school wear off and discard it like yesterday's newspaper.

Hanging from my cupboard was the new dress I was desperate to try on. It’s a patterned summer dress with a sweetheart neckline. Very light and airy. Perfect for the outfit I planned.

With my feminine underwear on, I threw the dress over my head and zipped myself in. Adjusting the straps of my bra and tieing the dress's belt tight around my waist, I slip on my white high-top Converse.

Carefully putting on my wig, I pin it into position and start brushing it straight. I’d been getting somewhat used to controlling long hair, but today I wanted to tie it back. I wanted to do a braid, but I’m still not very good. So I settle for a ponytail.

Makeup was something that I’d also been practicing. For today, I was just happy with some simple eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and some foundation. I didn’t want to spend the entire evening fretting over it.

Once I’d finished getting ready, I Spend a minute or two posing and taking pictures of myself. It still shocks me how feminine I look, once dressed.

Just as I fix a few stray hairs, I hear movement downstairs. Assuming it's mom, I head downstairs to greet her. With my dress wafting with my movements, I couldn’t wait to show her.

“Hello….?” an unfamiliar voice booms, causing me to stop dead with fear. “Miss Green? It’s Gary, the plumber!”

Frozen on the spot, halfway up the stairs, I find my heart rate skipping beats.

“The door was open,” Gary calls out, from in the living room. “I just let myself in. I hope that’s ok!”

I didn’t know a plumber was coming over. Also, He just let himself in!?

“Oh hello,” Gary says startled, as he walks into the hallway and sees me on the stairs. “Are you Miss Green?”

“Erm……..,” I reply with a gulp.

Pulling a quizzical expression, Gary looks me up and down.

“Well?” he asks once more, leaning against the handrail. “I’m here to look at the washing machine.”

That’s right! Mom said the washing machine is being fixed on Tuesday. She also said not to dress that day. Crap, I totally forgot!

With my mouth going dry, I have to say something back to him. He’s starting to look at me like I’m a complete weirdo. What the hell do I say!

“y-yes….,” I croak. “I’m Miss Green.”

With those words leaving my mouth, my eyes grow wide with my stupidity. Why the hell did I tell him I’m my mom. Why didn’t I say I’m the daughter. I’m an Idiot!

“Are you ok?” He asks, looking concerned.

No way did I want him coming any closer. He might rumble me.

“No, I’m fine!” I answer, with another voice crack. “The kitchen is this way.”

Almost stumbling down the stairs, I manage to catch myself before I fall. As I stand back up straight, the man is standing right in front of me, holding out his arms to catch me.

“Are you sure you’re ok!” he quickly asks, as I stand only inches away.

“Yes,” I instantly reply and go bright red. “I’m absolutely fine. Just peachy. Dandy in fact. I’ve….never been better!”

As he looks at me like I’m crazy, I swipe hair from my eyes and quickly move past him.

“It's….err….this way,” I tell him, as he stares.

Entering the kitchen, with him following, I point at the washing machine. Not knowing how to act, I awkward go from folded arms to arms down by my sides. I’d never dressed in front of anyone else before. I couldn’t help wonder if he knew.

“Thanks,” he says, as he goes to the machine and puts his tools down. “Not turning on… is that right?”

“I think so,” I reply, itching at the back of my hand.

As the man nods in agreement, he opens the machine door. Reaching in, he pulls out a pair of my spiderman boxer shorts. Turning around, he holds them out to me.

“Your sons?” he asks with a playful smile.

With the blood rushing to my checks, I rush over and swipe them from his hand.

“Y-yes…..,” I answer unconvincingly, clutching the boxers tight. “My sons….,”

“How old ?” he asks while opening his toolbox.

As I go to tell him my age, I hear the door go once more. It couldn’t have been anyone but my mother. If he sees her, I’m busted!

“P-paul…,” I yell out in panic, rushing to intercept her. “Is that you?”

As I enter the hallways, mom stands at the front door.

“Hello Paul,” I say to mom and she quickly gives me a suspicious look. “How was school.”

With mom closing the door behind her, I rush up to her.

“There’s a man here,” I whisper in panic

“Oh the washing machine man,” she replies, with a smile. “Let me go say hello.”

As mom starts to walk past me, I grab hold of her hand. I couldn’t bring myself to look her in the eye, but I had to do something to stop her.

“You can’t,” I whisper again, pulling her back. “He thinks I’m you.”

“What….?” mom replies, looking a little annoyed. “Why?”

I look down at myself and present the dress I’m wearing.

“Oh…right,” mom says as her eyes widen. “I’m so used to seeing you like that now, I’d almost forgotten.”

“Yeah…..” I say, looking at her in panic. “What are we going to do?”

“This is your way of making me dress like you again….?” mom replies, pushing out a hip. “That dress does look great on you by the way.”

Smiling at my mom's compliment, we both spark to life as we hear Gary moving towards us. With him coming into the hallway, I panic and push mom through the open living room door.

“Just need to get something from my van,” he says, as I innocently scratch my head.

As he closes the door behind him, I rush back into the living room. I felt bad for pushing mom, but she found the funny side.

“What have you got us into,” she giggles, as she gets to her feet.

“Please mom,” I plea, not finding it funny. “My uniform is upstairs. Please pretend to be me again.”

“No way am I wearing your sweaty uniform,” mom comments, as she starts tieing her hair up. “I will choose something.”

“Thanks,” I say with a sigh of relief.

“It’s ok,” mom replies, throwing me a sassy smile. “Anything for you…..mom”

With my mom ambling upstairs to my room, not quite out of sight, Gary opens the door behind me.

“Hey….hello,” I enthusiastically greet him, trying to draw his attention. “How's the van?”

“It’s….erm,” he struggles to answer, just pulling a bemused expression. “Fine…..,”

With him walking past me, I turn away so he can’t look at me directly. Folding my arms to hide my body, I rush upstairs to check on my mom.

Poking my head into my room, mom is checking herself in the mirror. Her hair is hidden within a baseball cap. Wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt, she actually looks ok. Boyish enough I think to pass.

“Mom,” I say interrupting her gazing into the mirror.

“What do you think!” she cheerfully asks, showing me her outfit. “Do I look rad?”

“Rad….?” I ask, shaking my head at her efforts to seem hip. “You look like a boy. It will do.”

“Y’know,” mom says, walking over to me and placing a hand on my side. “I think you like swapping roles with me.”

Walking past me confidently, mom gives me a peace sign and smiles.

“I could have just hidden upstairs,” She continues “But you wanted me to take your place.”

She’s totally right! What a dope I am!

“It’s not like that,” I innocently plea.

Brushing the hair from my eyes, mom gives me a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry baby,” she says nodding her head. “ I’m happy I don’t have to cook.”

“Are you wanting me to cook?” I question, as mom turns and starts going to the stairs.

“I dunno mom,” she replies louder, so the man can hear. “Maybe we should have spaghetti.”

“Spaghetti?” I query, following her down. “With what?”

As we both reach the bottom of the stairs, mom flashed me a big smile.

“You figure it out mom,” she says, almost laughing. “I’m going to do my usual and waste my life playing video games!”

“No you’re not sweety,” I reply, trying my best to impersonate her. “Look at this stuff you’ve left on the floor. How many times have I told you to pick them up.”

Mom looks down at my bag and shoes that I’d left splayed about the floor.

“Oh,” she says, with a devious smile across her face. “We’re going to play it like this are we?”