Jessica Rabbit, a Pirate Wench, or...

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This is the story of a high school senior that takes a part-time job for Halloween, and finds himself. I started writing this story a few years ago, and then my muse went away. I don't know if she's back or not, but I just felt that I needed to finally finish this story. It has been edited a little, but there is probably some spelling and grammatical errors in it, so please be kind. Enjoy.

Jessica Rabbit, a Pirate Wench, or . . .

As I walked into the G&H Costume Shoppe, the girl behind the counter asked, “Can I help you?”

I was there looking for a part-time job. I wanted to make a little extra money to buy my girlfriend, Patti, something really nice for her eighteenth birthday. Halloween was just a little more than six weeks away and I knew that the big costume shop in town hired part-time help for Halloween. This shop was the place that everyone in town, including my family, went to when they wanted to dress up for Halloween. So, I’d been to the G&H Costume Shoppe a number of times.

“Yeah.”, I answered, “I heard that you’re hiring part-timers for Halloween.”

“Yes we are. You interested?”, she replied.

“Could be.”

“Wait a second and I’ll find the manager.”

She ran off toward the back of the store. She was back quickly and said, “She’ll be right with you.”

“Thanks. What’s it like around here during Halloween?”

“In one word, crazy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. People always wait until the last minute and expect you to have exactly what they want.”

I just shook my head.

Just then a woman walked up, and said, “Hi. I’m Gloria, the manager. Don’t I know you?”

“Probably. My whole family is always in here renting costumes for Halloween.”

“Yeah. There’s five or six of you.”

“Six.”

“So, I hear that you might be interested in working for us?”

“Part-time if I could. I’m a senior at Central High and could work some weekday evenings and weekends, as long as it didn’t get in the way of studying. And, three days a week I have early dismissal since I have most of my credits and I could come in early those days.”

Gloria and I went back to her office and talked some more. The pay, for part-time, wasn’t bad and the hours were flexible. Also, for the whole month before Halloween we were required to dress in costume, and I didn’t have a problem with doing that. So, I got the part-time job and I was going to be only one of two guys working with ten women.

My first day at the costume shop wasn’t very exciting and not very busy. I was given the tour of the building, including the stockroom, and I was shown how to use the cash register. Then I just followed one of the girls around as she did her job, helping customers, fitting costumes, answering questions, and things like that. I’m a quick learner and I quickly picked up what I was supposed to do.

At the end of my first week, Gloria told us that we were going to start wearing costumes soon when we worked, until Halloween, and to pick out something. And, that we were all going to be dressing as cartoon characters, so I started looking around and just couldn’t decide. There was just too many to choose from. Gloria saw me looking and asked, “Having a problem Russ?”

“Yeah. There’s just too many to choose from. I’ve been everything from a clown, to a cowboy, to a space man, to a vampire, and I just don’t know.”

“Well maybe we can help.” Then she shouted, “Hey everyone! Come on over here. Russ is having a problem choosing a costume.”

It wasn’t long until everyone that was working that day was standing around me. April, the girl that was working the counter when I first came in, said, “No idea Russ?”

“No. Not really.”, I replied.

Then Gloria said, “Well since we’re all dressing as cartoon characters, it needs to be something along that line.”

Jean, one of the other girls, said, “Matt’s going to be Roger Rabbit. So, that’s gone. He could be Daffy Duck, Mickey, Road Runner, or something along that line.”

I just looked at her and shook my head.

“How about an anime character?”, April asked.

“Maybe.”, I replied.

“Sailor Moon?”

“That’s a girl!”

“So, it’s only a costume.”

“I don’t think so.”

I saw Faith, another one of the full timers and a wizard with makeup, whisper something to Gloria. Then Gloria looked at me and whispered something back to Faith. Then Gloria said, “Russ. Are you willing to go all out?”

“All out?”

“If I remember correctly your family really likes to dress up for Halloween, and I bet we can out do them.”

I wasn’t too sure about where this was going, but I said, “What do you mean, out do them?”

“Well. Your parents do go all out for Halloween. Don’t they?”

“Yeah.”

“Basically anything goes. Right?”

“Yeah. They do go a little overboard and they also host a party at the house.”

“Matt’s going to be Roger Rabbit. How about you being Jessica?”

“Jessica?”

“Jessica Rabbit.”

“Jessica Rabbit? But, that’s a girl too!”

“Sure.”

“No way.”

“Why? It’s only a costume.”

“But, I don’t look like a girl.”

“Russ.”, Faith said, “This is a costume shop. We can work magic.”

“But, dress as Jessica Rabbit for a month?”

“It’s only while you’re here.”

“But, won’t it take too long to get ready?”

Gloria looked at Faith. Faith looked at me and said, “I don’t think so. I think we can do it fairly quickly once we have everything together.”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on Russ. You and Matt would look cute together.”, April said.

With a real grin Matt added, “P-p-please Russ. It’ll be fun.”

“Fun for who?”, I asked.

“All of us.”, everyone said in unison.

“Russ.”, Gloria said, “Just try it, and if you don’t like it you can find something else.”

We all talked about it some more. Them trying to talk me into it. And, me trying to talk my way out of it. Later that same evening, after I was home, I looked on the internet for pictures of Jessica Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit costumes. And, what I found made me really wonder if saying yes was a wise decision. How was I going to wear something like what she wears? Or, look anything like her?

The following day after school as I walked into the shop Faith was waiting for me, she smiled, and said, “You ready?”

“Ready?”, I asked.

“To become Jessica Rabbit.”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was looking on-line at some the Jessica Rabbit stuff, and I think it may be too much.”

“Too much?”

“Yeah. The dresses she wears show way too much.”

“I know. But, if you’ll go along with me, I think we can make it work.”

“Go along with you?”

“Uh huh. We’ll need to do a number of things.”

“Like?”

“To start with, I think we should get rid of all your body hair.”

“Do what!?”

“Ever see a hairy girl?”

“No.”

“So, the body hair should go.”

“I don’t know. What will everyone say?”

“Probably nothing. But, if they do just tell them you’re getting ready for Halloween.”

“But, it’s more than a month away.”

“So, it’s part of your job.”

“Well. . . . Okay. What else?”

“Make your body look like a girls.”

“How do we do that?”

“With some special things.”

“Special things?”

“A panty that’ll give you hips and a butt. And, breast forms.”

“Breast forms?”

“Uh huh. Attachable ones.”

“Attachable?”

“Yeah.”

“Won’t it take a long time to put all this together just for work?”

“Not really. It’ll be easy. I think once we get it figured out, and you learn to do your own makeup, that it shouldn’t take that long to get you ready.”

“Makeup! Not a mask?”

“After you left yesterday, Gloria and I looked at the Jessica Rabbit masks and they’re kind of lame. So, we figured that makeup would be better.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not that bad and won’t take that much. I’ll even teach you to do your own.”

“This is getting to be too much.”

“Russ. It’ll be fun. We all love the idea and will help you. And, it’s only for a little while. Gloria also thinks it might help with sales.”

“Help with sales?”

“Having people see what we can do.”

With a deep sigh and a lot of reservation, I said, “All right. What do we have to do?”

“Today. Just to get together what we need. To see if we have the proper dress or if we need to make one. To find a wig and a pair of shoes. But, first I need to take some measurements, so you need to undress and put this on.”

She handed me a pair of, for lack of a better word, panties, that looked like they had a problem. I looked at Faith with a questioning look.

She smiled at me and said, “They’re padded. They’ll give you hips and a butt.”

“Oh.”

I went into one of the changing rooms and undressed. Then I looked at the panties for a second and went to slip them on. They were tight and it was a struggle to get them on. They felt strange, but looking in a mirror, they did give me hips and a butt. It also took me a little while to adjust certain things to make them comfortable.

I walked out of the changing room and Faith was waiting with a measuring tape. She went to work measuring every part of my body. When she was done, she said, “Now we need to find you some shoes.”

“What kind?”

“Heels.”

“Heels?”

“Sure. Jessica Rabbit wears some really high heels. But, I figure that we better not get too high. We don’t want you breaking your neck.”

“I’ve got to walk in heels?”

“Sure. It’s part of the costume.”

I shook my head and sighed.

As she handed me a package, she said, “Put these on and get dressed Then we’ll run over to the shoe store.”

“We have shoes here.”

“But, not in your size.”

“Oh.”

I looked at the package and it was a pair of knee high nylons. I looked at her and said, “Nylons?”

“Sure. You’ll be wearing pantyhose with the costume.”

“Oh.” I guess ‘Oh’ was becoming my favorite word.

A few minutes later we were pulling up in front of Luck Shoes. I’d over heard what my mother and sister had said about this store and it supposedly had the sexiest shoes in town.

As Faith and I walked in, we were greeted very warmly by one of the sales ladies who apparently knew Faith.

The sales lady finally asked, “What are we looking for today?”

Faith looked at me and said, “A pair of sexy red heels that’ll fit him.”

The sales lady looked at me, I knew I was beet red, and she said, “Don’t be embarrassed. We do this all the time.”

“You do?”, I asked.

“Sure. You’d be surprised, just how many men like to wear women’s shoes.”

Almost an hour later, after trying on what must have been a dozen pairs of shoes, I was finally standing, or should I say wobbling, in a pair of red sequin shoes with four inch heels and ankle straps. I said to Faith, “I’ll never be able to wear these.”

“Sure you will.”, she replied.

The sales lady said, “You’ll be surprised how quickly you’ll learn to walk in them. I have gentlemen come in and buy shoes with much higher heels and platforms.”

“All it will take is a little practice.”, Faith added.

“Do you really think this is going to work?”, I asked.

“Yes. I really do. I think we can make you look like Jessica Rabbit.”

“Jessica Rabbit!?”, the sales lady said.

“He’s one of our clerks at the costume shop and we always dress up for Halloween, and we want to see if we can make him look like Jessica Rabbit.”

With a grin the sales lady said, “That could be fun.”

As I wobbled and teetered in the shoes, I said, “As long as I don’t break a leg in these.”

“With a little practice you’ll be fine.”

“When and where am I going to do that?”

“At the store when we’re not busy and at home if you can.”, Faith replied.

“If you say so.”

She just smiled at me.

On the way back to the store, Faith asked, “Do you have anyone that can help remove your body hair?”

“Oh . . . ah . . . Do we really have to do that?”

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Russ. If you don’t want to do this, say so now.”

“Well . . . I guess maybe my mom.”

“See if she will. And, . . . “

“And?”

“We really need to work on your eyebrows.”

“What!?”

“They need to be . . . well sexy.”

“Sexy. How?”

“Thin and arched. There’s a way to cover your eyebrows and draw on what we want. But, up close they don’t look good. And, it takes some time to do. It would be better if we could just shape your own.”

“Ah. Could we try covering them?”

“Sure.”

After we were back at the costume shop Faith showed Gloria the shoes and she said, “Those are so darling. Can he walk in them?”

“He didn’t do too bad at the shoe store.”, Faith said, “I figure with practice he’ll do just fine.”

I just rolled my eyes.

That evening when I got home, I found my parents in the den, and said, “Mom. Can I see you for a minute?”

As she got up, she said, “Sure honey. Come on in the kitchen.”

I followed her into the kitchen, she turned, looked at me, and asked, “What’s wrong honey?”

“This whole costume thing at the store.”

“What about it?”

“They talked me into dressing up as a girl.”

“A girl?”

“Yeah. And, they want it to be good.”

“Well. Their clerks there always look good around Halloween, and even on other holidays.”

“Faith wants me to go as far as removing all my body hair.”

“That’s no big thing.”

“No big thing!? All the hair on my arms, chest, back, and legs, isn’t a big thing?”

“Well I guess maybe it is. But, it’s only until Halloween.”

“Also, she said something about shaping my eyebrows.”

“Your eyebrows. . . . Well, they’ll grow back.”

“But, how do I explain it at school?”

“I guess use the job and Halloween as an excuse.”

“You’re beginning to sound like everyone at the store. That’s what they said. But, Patti is going to think I’m weird.”

“No, she won’t. Just explain it to her.”

“So, you don’t have a problem with me doing this?”

“Honey. It’s a costume for work and it’s only for a short time.”

“A month is a short time?”

“Well. Maybe a little long, but it won’t be that bad.”

“If I decide to do this, can you help me with the body hair?”

“Sure honey. When?”

“I guess tomorrow morning before I go to the shop.”

“Sure. Who are you going to be?”

“They’re doing animated characters, and I’m . . . I’m going to be Jessica Rabbit.”

“Jessica Rabbit? Isn’t that awful sexy?”

“Tell me about it. I don’t know if I can do it. Maybe a plain girl, but not this.”

Working had put a crimp in seeing Patti. But, we had a date tomorrow night. Tonight I spent about an hour on the phone with her and finally told her the whole story of the costume. She was very quiet for a while. But, finally she said, “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute!?”, I replied.

“Sure. I think you’ll look cute as a girl. I can’t wait.”

“I sure can.”

“Russ. It’ll be okay.”

“You’ll think I’m weird.”

“I already do.”

I could hear the smile in her voice. So, I answered, “Yeah. I’m dating you.”

“Yeah. And, you’ll be even weirder dressed as Jessica Rabbit.”

“See I told you.”

“Love. It’s only when you’re at work and it’s only a costume. Just go with it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I really think you’ll have fun with it once you relax. Sure, you’ll get some kidding at school. But, just ignore it.”

“I guess.”

Early Saturday morning there was a knock on my bedroom door, and I said, “Yeah.”

“Honey. If you want to do your hair before you go to work you’d better get up.”, my mom said.

“Okay. I’ll meet you in our bathroom.”

“We’d better use mine. It’s bigger.”

Five minutes later, wearing only my underpants, I walked into my parents’ bathroom. My mother was waiting for me, and I saw a few bottles sitting on the counter. I looked at her and she smiled. I guess the look on my face said what I was thinking, as she said, “Russ, it’ll be fine.”

I frowned, and asked, “How are we doing this?”

“I figured that using a hair removal cream might be the best.”

“Why?”

“If we shaved you. We would have to do it every day or two. We could wax you and probably only do it once. Maybe twice. But, you wouldn’t like it.”

“Why?”

“It hurts.”

“Hurts?”

“The hairs are actually pulled out. Roots and all.”

“Do they grow back?”

“In about a month or so. Want to do that?”

“No!”

My mother went to work applying the remover to my body from the neck down, except down there. Afterwards as I was getting in the shower, she said, “There’s a bottle of moisturizing lotion on the counter. When you’re finished with your shower, rub it all over yourself, and I’ll do your back.”

The shower was very interesting. I was worried as I watched my hair wash down the drain. But, feeling my soft, smooth, body afterwards was kind of nice. As I was applying the moisturizer, I noticed that it had a very nice smell to it.

I walked into the costume shop at about a quarter to ten. We opened at ten. Gloria was the first to see me and with a smile asked, “Still going to do Jessica?”

“I guess. I’m still worried about what the guys at school are going to say if they notice my hairless arms. And, if Faith has to do my eyebrows it’ll be all over with.”

“I don’t think you’ll have a problem. And, I think Faith will be able to do something short of plucking yours too much.”

“Really?”

“Yes. She’s really good at doing makeup. She’s done a lot of theatrical work. Not to mention some really scarey stuff for Halloween. Have her show you her scrapbook.”

Just then Faith walked in and with a big grin, said, “Hi Jessica.”

I looked at her, frowned, and said, “Don’t go there.”

“Don’t worry Russ. I promise we’ll have fun with this. I think I’ve got everything we need. Ready to see what we can do?”

“But, won’t Gloria need me on the floor?”

“No.”, Gloria said, “I had one of the other part-timers come in to cover for you.”

I just looked at her, and she added, “I knew that it was going to take Faith a little while this time. So, I figured that I wouldn’t rush her.”

I followed Faith into the storeroom area, and it looked like she had curtained off an area to make a complete dressing room. As we walked through the curtain, I looked around, and it was a complete dressing room, complete with a dressing table, lighted mirror, and what looked like a professional chair that you’d see in a barber or beauty shop.

I said, “A little much. Isn’t it?”

“No.”, she replied, “It’ll make it easier and quicker for you to change.”

“What do we need to do?”

“Get you looking like a girl.”

I just looked at her.

She continued with, “Go on and strip, put on the padded panty, then call me, and we’ll get started.”

She turned and walked out through the curtain. I looked around and saw the panty laying on the dressing table bench. I also saw the dress. The only thing that I could tell about the dress was that it was red and long. I also saw a long red wig sitting on the dressing table.

As I slowly started to undress, I was thinking, ‘Why am I doing this? I’ll have everyone at school laughing at me. And, Patti won’t want to see me anymore.’

Then my thoughts changed and I started thinking, ‘Gloria and Faith have gone to a lot of trouble and this might just be fun. Who cares about what they think at school. They’ll get over it. Patti? I guess we’ll just see what happens when she sees me.’

Finally I’d gotten all my clothes off and struggled into the panty. I called to Faith and told her. I was ready. She walked back in through the curtain, smiled, and said, “I see you’re hairless.”

“Yeah.”, I replied, “My mom was willing to help me.”

“Are you ready for this?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I guess. What’s first?”

“Your boobs.”

“My boobs?”

“Sure. Got to get you a girl’s figure. Have a seat and we’ll get these attached.”

I sat in the chair and watched as Faith brought over two boxes. She said, “Jessica Rabbit is a big girl, so you need to be one too. These forms are a large size. They’ll be heavy, but you’ll get used to them.”

“Yeah. Right.”, I said, “Do we really have to attach them?”

She smiled and said, “Yes. With this dress, you can’t wear a bra. In fact it has a built in underwire bra. And, it shows a lot of skin.”

I watched as Faith picked up the two boxes and set them on a small work table. She removed a very real looking breast form from one of the boxes, and said, “When you’re taking these off, be sure you put them back in the right box.”

I just stared at them.

Then she said, “These are professional theater forms. And, we’ll use a medical adhesive to hold them on.”

“Adhesive!”, I said, “How do we get ‘em off?”

With a little smile she said, “You just wear them for a week or two until the adhesive wears out, or use the adhesive remover.”

“Ah. I’ll take the remover. I don’t want to be stuck with these.”

With a bigger smile, she said, “Half the world has them and can’t take them off.”

She had me sit in the chair. Then after leaning it back, she took one of the forms, and carefully placed it on my chest. She then carefully marked its location with a pencil. Then removed the form, cleaned my skin, and carefully applied some adhesive to the back of the form. She waited until the adhesive was tacky, then as she carefully placed the form on my chest she said, “You want to be sure the form is in the correct position, because starting over is a pain.”

“A pain?”, I said.

“You have to remove the form, clean it, clean the skin, and start from scratch.”

“You’ve done this before. Haven’t you?”

“I’ve applied a lot of stage prosthetics including breast forms.”

“Thought so.”

When she was happy with this one, she did the other one. Then she took a small bottle, which had a brush in the top, and she carefully worked around the edges. When she was done, she said, “I found forms that were as close to your skin tone as I cold, but they’re not a perfect match. So, what we’ll do, is change your skin tone and blend it, where we have to, so it matches the forms. That’ll make them look like they’re real.”

“You can do that?”, I asked.

“Sure. When I’m done, and I’ll teach you, you shouldn’t be able to tell where the forms end and you begin.”

I watched as she carefully worked the adhesive around the edges of the forms. Then she worked with a theatrical type makeup on my chest, blending it from the edges of the forms onto my chest. When she was done, she said, “Sit up, but do it slowly so you get used to the weight, and take a look.”

I did as she said, and these forms were heavy and pulled on my chest. I looked in the mirror and saw myself with breasts, and they did look like they were really mine. I just stared.

Faith asked, “Something wrong?”

“It’s just weird seeing breasts on me.”

“Wait until we’re done, then you’ll see a pretty girl with a great set of knockers.”

She walked over to the dresser, picked up a bra, and handed it to me as she said, “Here put this on. It’ll help take the weight off your chest.”

I was good at getting these off a girl, but not putting them on. Especially putting them on myself. Faith saw my puzzlement and with her usual grin said, “I bet you know how to get one off, but not put one on. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“All right. Wrap it around you with the clasp in front and fasten the clasp.”

I did as she said.

“Now spin it around until the cups are in front. Then slip your arms through the straps, then bend over and adjust your breasts so they’re comfortably in the cups.”

As I started doing what she said, I said, “My breasts?”

“They are until we take them off.”

When I got the forms settled into the cups and stood back up, it did feel better. No more pulling on my chest, but the straps cut into my shoulders. I adjusted them a little and it helped.

“Now.”, Faith said, “I think we need to get you into the shoes.”

“Why?”, I asked.

“So that you can get used to them. The more you wear them the better.”

Then as she handed me a package, she added, “But, first we need to get you into a pair of pantyhose.”

“Pantyhose?”, I asked.

“Jessica has long sexy legs. You have nice long legs for a guy. And, the pantyhose will make them look better. These are nude to the waist.”

“How do I put these things on?”

Faith took the package from me, opened it, carefully removed the hose, and said, “Watch.”

She was wearing a skirt, so she kicked off her shoes, sat down, and carefully gathered up one leg of the hose. She then slipped her foot into the foot part of the hose and carefully slid the hose up to about her knee. Then she did the same with the other leg. She stopped here, looked at me, and said, “Then you stand up and carefully work the hose all the way up. When you get them up, you smooth each leg to be sure there aren’t any wrinkles. Think you can do it?”

“I think.”

“Be careful. Nylons run very easily, that’s why I got you a dozen pairs to start with.”

She carefully took the hose off and handed them to me. I copied what she had done. Then I stood up and carefully worked them up to my waist. I’d felt pantyhose before, but on a girl’s leg. This was the first time I’d ever put a pair on and all I can say is, wow! I’ve never felt anything like this before, my friend reacted and I was glad I was wearing the tight panties.

Faith then picked up the shoes and handed them to me. I looked at them and thought, ‘I’m going to break my neck in those things.’

After I had them on, Faith offered me her hand and helped me stand. I was wobbly and felt like I was going to fall. She looked at me and said, “Just relax and try to not over compensate.”

“I’ll try.”, I said, “But, I really feel off balance. The forms and the heels are just throwing everything off.”

“We’ll take it slow. The heels should force you to take small steps and you should. And, I’ll hold your hands.”

She took my hand and I took a step. Then another. And another. With each step I felt a little better. Finally I was able to at least stand in one place and not feel like I was going to fall. But, I’d get wobbly when walking and had to grab onto something.

Faith said, “You need to practice in those as much as you can. Can you do it at home?”

“Maybe.”

“Take them home and practice, practice, practice. Then, when your working and we’re slow, come back here and wear them for a while.”

I walked around some more, then asked Faith, “How do girls’ walk in these things?”

“It’s a learned thing and they usually don’t start out with such a high heel. Now, come on over to the dressing table and we’ll get you looking like a girl.”

The feeling of the added weight on my chest and how it moved was different. Really different. I made it over to the dressing table bench and sat. But, it felt funny with my heels four inches above my toes.

Faith took a good close look at me, and said, “I’ll try covering your eyebrows and drawing in Jessica’s, but if that doesn’t work I’m afraid we’ll have to work on them if we want this to look good.”

“I hope this works.”

“We’ll see.”

Faith went to work. First came what she called a wig cap. She placed that over my head and carefully tucked my hair under it. She then took two pieces of tape, and as she attached them to my forehead and ran them back over the wig cap, she said, “This will give you more of an arch to your eyebrows.”

Then she started working on my eyebrows. She asked, “Do you mind if I clean them up a bit?”

“What to you mean?”, I asked.

“Just remove a few of the stray hairs and even them up.”

“I guess.”

She took a pair of tweezers and started on my eyebrows. It hurt. But, I figured that I’d complained too much already, so I sat there and let her work.

After a few minutes, she stopped, and said, “That’s a little better. Now, lets see what we can do with some makeup.”

I’m not sure what she did, but she really worked on them. When she was done, she stood back and looked. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t really happy. She finally said, “I don’t know. This will take a lot of time every day. We’ll see what Gloria has to say when we’re done.”

“We’re not going to have to pluck them. Are we?”, I said.

“We just might have to.”

Then came the rest of my makeup. She’d already used a concealer and a foundation when she did my brows, so it was everything else. As she worked, she told me everything she was using and how she was using it. It was like I was getting a lesson in applying makeup.

First she used a powder to set the foundation. Then she said, normally a girl used two or three shades of eyeshadow, but that Jessica had just used a light blue and that’s what she used. That was followed by carefully applying liquid eyeliner. Then mascara, she first used a lengthener and then the mascara itself. The lipstick was a real red, and she put it on in a way that gave me pouty lips especially after she used a liner and some gloss on them. She explained that Jessica never used a blush, like a real girl would, so for the time being we wouldn’t either.

Then came the long red wig. She carefully placed it over the wig cap, and worked on it trying to get it into a style like Jessica would have. She styled it so it fell over my right eye and went behind my left ear. Then she used a lot of hair spray to hold it in place.

Then she said, “Take a look.”

I slowly turned around and looked in the mirror. I was shocked. I saw a girl looking back at me. A girl with long red hair falling well below her shoulders. A girl that I’d be afraid to talk to. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Finally I saw Faith’s reflection in the mirror and she was smiling, as she said, “Told you that I could make you look like a girl.”

“God. I can’t believe this.”

“It could be better.”

“How?”

“Your eyebrows. It would look much better if your own were properly arched. Especially up close. We need to see what Gloria thinks. I’ll be right back.”

I just continued to stare at myself until Faith came back with Gloria. Gloria said, “Turn around and let me see.”

I slowly turned to face the two women.

Faith said, “Stand up and let Gloria see the full effect.”

I carefully stood up. Gloria looked at me and started to smile. A very big smile. Then she said, “Faith. What have you done with Russ? This is a ringer. A real girl. But, if it is Russ, you’ve out done yourself. She’s gorgeous.”

“It’s Russ. What do you think about her eyebrows?”, Faith asked.

Gloria moved closer and looked closely at my eyes. Then said, “You’re right. When I first saw her, they looked good. But, up close not so much. They would look a lot better if they were her own brows and nicely shaped.”

“Her?”, I asked.

“Russ. The guy’s gone. There’s a girl standing here. So, her it is.”

“Oh.”

“Do you think Faith could work on your eyes?”

“I . . . I don’t know.”

“Afraid of what people will say?”

“Kind of.”

“Like we said, just tell them it’s for your Halloween costume, and you’re trying different looks out early.”

“Maybe.”

Gloria left and Faith said, “Russ. It’ll be okay. We won’t get too extreme.”

With a deep sigh, I said, “Okay. Go ahead.”

Faith carefully removing the makeup that covered my eyebrows, then said, “I’m just going to do a little today. We’ll clean them up some more and start shaping them.”

“Then what?”

“Over time, we’ll work on shaping them, so that when we put on your makeup they look feminine.”

She went to work on them. And, I mean she worked on them. And, it hurt. I gritted my teeth and endured the pain. When she had finished plucking, she reapplied the makeup, then used a pencil to define my brows. Then she stood back and took a good look, smiled, nodded yes, and said, “Now take a look.”

I turned toward the mirror and I had to admit, she was right, they really did look better.

She said, “Looks better. Don’t they?”

“If they were a girl’s, I’d have to admit, they do.”

“All right lets get you into the dress. But, first the bra has to go.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Remember with this dress you can’t wear a bra, that’s why it has built in one.”

I tried to figure out how to take the bra off. I’d taken them off girls and had seen girls take them off, but hadn’t paid attention. I saw Faith grin as she said, “Try reaching behind your back with both hands and grabbing where the fastener is and unhook it.”

I did as she said and it was hard getting my arms to bend that way, but after a little struggle I did and slipped the bra off. And, again I felt the full weight of the forms pulling on my chest.

Faith walked over to where the dress was hanging and carefully took it off the hanger. She walked over to me and held it out. I looked at her and asked, “How do I do this?”

“You slip it over your head and put your arms through the straps.”

I did as she said, and I think it was the easiest part of this whole thing.

This dress, as I later found out, was a floor length, low cut, form fitting, open back dress, with a side slit that went well up on the hip, and spaghetti straps. Of course it was red, and it showed a lot of cleavage.

Faith again stood back and took a good look at her work, then said, “Russ. You had doubts that I could make you look like a girl. Take a look in the full length mirror and tell me what you think.”

I turned and looked in the mirror. Again, there was that girl that I’d be afraid to talk to, looking back at me. Now dressed in a dress that clung to every curve that she had. But, it wasn’t a her, it was me. And, I had curves?

I finally heard Faith say, “Well?”

“I guess you can.”, I replied, “I’m impressed and scared.”

“Scared?”

“Yeah. That I look so much like a girl.”

“Don’t worry. It’s all makeup magic. Now. Jessica Rabbit wore opera length gloves. You can do that, but it might be cumbersome working with customers. So, we need to do something with your hands.”

“Like what?”

“Your nails. Your hands should look good. If you were a real girl, I’d suggest getting extensions. We could use press on nails, but over the course of a month we’d go through a lot of them. Or, . . . you could get a manicure.”

“A manicure?”

“Sure. It’ll just make your nails even and look nice. Then we just use polish on them every day that you’re Jessica and then remove it.”

“Sounds like a lot of work.”

“Probably easier then the press ons.”

“Really?”

“Yes. They go on quickly, but you have to soak your hands for about fifteen minutes to remove them. Then to reuse them they have to be glued on. And, that takes even longer to remove.”

“Oh.”

“Also, I think a pedicure would be good too.”

“A pedicure?”

“With those open toed shoes, your toes need to look nice.”

With another deep sigh, I said, “Okay. I guess I’m in this for the whole thing.”

Faith grinned, and said, “Good. Shall we reveal Jessica Rabbit to the world?”

“Huh?”

“Come on. Lets let everyone see what we’ve done.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I guess.”

As she handed me a pair of long purple gloves, Faith said, “Slip these on and you’re complete.”

I slipped them on and pulled them up. They went up above my elbows.

Faith helped me walk from the dressing area to the door to the sales floor. Then she said, “Wait here. I want to formally present you.”

“Okay. Don’t be long.”

After she closed the door behind her, I thought, ‘God. Can I do this?’ And, I became very nervous.

A minute later April came busting through the door and almost knocked me over. She looked at me, did a double take, and said, “My god. Faith did make you look like Jessica Rabbit.”

“Yeah. I know.”, I said.

“You look wonderful. And, sexy as hell.”

“That’s all I need.”

“What?”

“That I look sexy as a girl.”

“Russ, it’s only a costume.”

“I know. A girl’s costume.”

Faith walked back in, and saw April, and said, “So, April, what do you think of our girl?”

“She looks fantastic.”

“I think so too.”

“I don’t.”, I replied.

“Russ. Everyone will think it’s fun. Are you ready for your coming out?”

I replied, “No. But, go on.”

“It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

Faith opened the door all of the way and the three of us walked out of the store room, and Faith said, “Everyone. I’d like to present Miss Jessica Rabbit.”

All the employees that were working were standing there, as were about a dozen customers. I looked at everyone, and there was a look of shock on most of the employee’s faces. I saw Matt tell a couple of the customers that I was really a guy. And, I heard one woman in surprise say, “That can’t be a man!”

Gloria turned and told her loud enough for everyone to hear, “Yes she is. We wanted to show what a good costume and makeup job can do. So, we talked one of our male employees into dressing up as Jessica Rabbit. And, this is the result.”

Gloria then started to applaud and most of the others joined her. I felt my face get warm.

Then I saw April get a big smile, turn, and head into the store, as she yelled, “Wait. Wait. She needs something.”

April was gone a short time and when she came back, she ran up to me with a cigarette holder that had a fake cigarette in it, and handed it to me. I don’t know why, I must have remembered one of the pictures that I saw of Jessica with a cigarette holder, but I struck what I thought was a sexy pose.

Then there was a flash and it startled me. It was Matt. He’d taken a picture, and he said, “For the store photo wall.”

Faith said, “Make it an eight by ten. And, take a few more.”

With Faith’s help I struck a number of sexy poses, including sticking my leg out the side slit in the dress, and Matt took more pictures. I saw some smiles and some people shaking their heads in disbelief. I don’t know why, but this was starting to be fun.

Faith finally said, “All right. You’re having too much fun with this. Lets get you back to being Russ.”

We went back to the stock room, and Faith helped me remove everything and showed me how to properly remove makeup. Using the adhesive remover, she carefully removed the breast forms, and showed me how to clean them and my chest.

When we had me back to being Russ, I said, “I’ll never be able to do all of this.”

“Sure you will. It’ll take a little teaching on my part, but I think you’ll be surprised. But, you will also need a few lessons in being feminine.”

“Being feminine?”

“I watched you just now and you acted like a guy in a dress.”

“But, I am a guy in a dress.”

“But, you need to come across as more of a girl. It’ll really add to the effect. It’s like an actor getting into a role.”

When I went back out onto the sales floor to finish my shift, April said, “You surprised me.”

“How?”, I asked.

“By how much you looked like a girl.”

“That was all thanks to Faith.”

“Yeah. But, you had fun with it. Didn’t you?”

“I did?”

“Yes you did. You had fun posing for those pictures.”

“I guess I did.”

Later that afternoon as I walked into the house, my mother saw me and asked, “How was it?”

“How was what?”, I asked.

“How was your . . . your becoming Jessica Rabbit?”

“No big thing.”

“So, it went well.”

“Yeah. It was all right.”

“I see they did something to your eyebrows.”

“Yeah. They couldn’t make them look right any other way, so she wanted to shape them. We may do more.”

“Oh.”

“Something wrong?”

“No. It’s just different seeing you with your eyebrows this way.”

“I also brought the shoes home, so that I can practice walking in them.”

“Can I see them?”

“Sure.”

I took the shoes out of the bag I was carrying. My mom smiled and shook her head.

“What’s wrong mom?”, I asked.

“Nothing. We use to call those nose bleed shoes because the heels are so high.”

“Really. They also want me to get a manicure and pedicure.”

“A manicure and pedicure?”

“Yeah. Something about helping my hands look nice and these being open toed shoes.”

“You probably should.”

“You think so?”

“It couldn’t hurt your hands and if you’re going to wear those shoes, you probably should.”

“Okay. . . . Where do I get that done.”

“You could go to where I go.”

“Ah. I don’t know.”

“It’s a small shop. Only two operators.”

“I’ll think about it. Oh. Patti and I are going out to get a bite and see a movie, so I won’t be home for supper.”

“I figured you were doing that. When can I see Jessica Rabbit?”

“I guess come into the store when I’m working. Once we start dressing for work, I’ll be her until Halloween.”

“We do have to get our costumes reserved soon.”

That night Patti and I stopped at one of the local hang outs for dinner. While we were eating, I filled her in on what went on at the shop. She had a little smile on her face the whole time and when I was done, she said, “This I’ve got to see.”

I didn’t tell her about the hair removal. She’d find out about that soon enough.

After Patti and I finished eating, instead of going to a movie, we headed back to her parent’s house. You see we’re very sexually active and anytime we can spend making love, we did. Knowing her parents were going to be out for the evening, we knew we had a long time to be alone in her bed.

Afterwards, as we cuddled together, Patti said, “I love how you feel.”

“You love how I feel?”

“Yeah. No more yucky body hair.”

“Yucky body hair. You like this?”

“Uh huh. You’re so soft and smooth. It feels good.”

“Okay.”

“Going to keep it that way after Halloween?”

“I hadn’t planned on it.”

“For me?”

“We’ll talk about it.”

She smiled her cute, sexy, smile, and kissed me.

I laid next to her thinking, ‘Now my girlfriend likes my hairless body. What next?’

On Sunday I wasn’t working, so I spent the day doing two things. Catching up on my studying and practicing in the heels. Luckily my room is carpeted, so no one could hear the clicking noise the heels would have made on a wood floor. And, once everyone, but my mom, had gone their various ways, I walked around the house in them, including carefully doing stairs.

My mom saw me a few times and really didn’t say much, until I asked, “Did you ever wear any shoes like this?”

“Yes. Back when your dad and I were dating.”

“And, you got used to them?”

“Kind of. But, I was always happy to get them off.”

Then at dinner, as we were eating dessert, my dad said, “Russell. What’s with your eyebrows?”

“My eyebrows!? Nothing. Why?”, I asked.

“Yes there is. They look like your sisters.”

“Oh that.” Oh shit. Here it comes.

“Yes that. Well?”

“It’s for my costume at work.”

“A costume? What kind of costume?”

“A girl’s costume.”

“Your going to be dressing like a girl at work!”

“Yeah. It’s something that all the employees do for Halloween.”

“What, dressing like girls?”

“No. Wearing costumes.”

“What kind of a costume are you wearing?”

“Just some girls.”

“No character of some kind?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of what?”

I didn’t want to say this in front of my whole family. But, I said very softly, “Jessica Rabbit.”

My younger brother, Jeff, almost chocked on his dessert as he spit out, “Jessica Rabbit. No way!”

My sister, Sara, Jeff’s twin, got a big smile, and my older brother, Bill, just looked at me.

My dad looked at me over the top of his glasses and said, “Jessica Rabbit. The toon character?”

“Yeah.”, I replied.

“Whose idea was this?”

“Everyone at the costume shop.”

“You couldn’t have done a guys costume of some kind.”

“Dad. It’s only a costume and you did that pirate wench a couple of years ago.”

“Yeah dad.”, Sara said, “And, you looked halfway good too.”

“Okay. Okay.”, my dad said, “It’s only a costume and only for a short time. Besides, he’s the one that’s going to have to take the ribbing at school.”

Now the family knew. But, they haven’t seen me yet.

The rest of the week was normal or almost normal. The ribbing that I got at school over my eyebrows wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My friends really let me have it, even after I told them about doing it for a Halloween costume at work. Most everyone else either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

I also spent as much time as I could walking in the heels. Also, at work when we had time, Faith taught me how to do my makeup. And, against my better judgement I let her work on my eyebrows. On Tuesday, I noticed that my body hair was starting to grow back in, so my mother helped me remove it again.

On Wednesday, after school, I’d gotten up the nerve to get my nails done. So, I stopped by the shop where my mother has her nails done. The two women that work there thought nothing of doing my nails. Having this done actually felt good, and a short time later I walked out of the shop with a manicure and a pedicure. And, my toe nails were actually a bright red.

It was four weeks until Halloween, so Gloria decided that this Friday was the day that we’d start wearing our costumes.

After school on Friday, Faith helped me turned myself into Jessica. When she used the tape to give my eyebrows more of an arch, she really arched them. I did most of my own makeup under her strict eye, and she only had to correct a few things. She was still attaching the forms and doing the makeup so my skin coloring matched the forms. But, she was also teaching me how to properly do it.

Faith then showed me how to apply nail polish. It wasn’t as hard as I thought would be, and it wasn’t long until I had ten bright red finger nails to match my toe nails.

I’d almost gotten used to walking in the heels, so they were no longer a problem. And, as I walked out onto the sales floor, I saw the large picture of me on the picture board and I still couldn’t believe it was me. April grabbed me and said, “Faith said that I’m to work with you on being a girl.”

“Being a girl?”, I asked.

“You know. Walking, talking, and stuff like that.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll do fine.”

We were a little busy early in the evening and I was working the front cash register. The looks I got when people walked into the store were very interesting. Some of the guys were really funny. They couldn’t keep their eyes off of me, and I just smiled. I even got hit on once, and I thought the guy was going to really loose it when im my male voice I said, “Only if you like guys that dress like girls. But, anyway I only like girls.”

“You . . . you’re a guy!”, he blurted out.

“One-hundred percent.”

As he walked further into the store, he just kept looking back at me and almost walked into a display rack.

Then there were the unbelieving reactions of the customers when they first heard me talk and figured out that I was a guy. Some just couldn’t believe it, some wanted to know how we did it, others just shook their heads.

April was always around correcting things that I did that weren’t feminine. How to walk. How to stand. How to move. How to talk, even though I had a guys voice.

Matt was having a lot of fun being Roger Rabbit. He was a little crazy to start with, not to mention being gay. He had Roger’s voice and mannerisms down really good. And, would interact with me the way Roger did with Jessica. Gloria made a very believable Judge Doom, also from the movie Roger Rabbit, and every once in a while she would give Matt/Roger Rabbit a really hard time. Faith was the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz, not a cartoon character, but she looked great. Green face, crooked nose, and all.

About an hour before closing I heard someone behind me say, “Hi sexy.”

I knew that voice. I turned around and I was right. It was Patti. The look on her face when she saw my face was amazing. Her eyes got really big, and her hands went to her mouth. She took two steps backwards running into Faith.

Patti and I just looked at each other. I didn’t know what she was thinking or if she was going to run away.

Finally I saw a twinkle in her eyes and a smile start to appear on her lips. Her smile made me smile.

“I . . . I . . . I don’t believe this.”, Patti said.

“I know I’m an ugly girl.”, I said.

“No way. You’re pretty. Very pretty.”

“If you’re seeing a pretty girl, it’s not me.”

“Well I’m seeing a pretty girl, but the voice belongs to Russ.”

Faith took Patti by the shoulders, and staying in character said in a witch’s voice, “Well, my little pretty, he does make a beautiful girl. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes he does.”, Patti said, “I figured that I’d be seeing a guy in a dress. But, I see a girl.”

Faith said, “Jessica. Why don’t you go ahead and get changed?”

“It’s early.”, I replied.

“We’ve slowed down and your friend is here.”

“All right. Come on Patti.”

I turned and started toward the back to the store, but I didn’t hear anyone following me. I stopped, turned around, and saw Faith and Patti looking at me, smiling, and whispering. I looked at them for a minute, then said, “Patti. You coming?”

After we were back to the dressing area, I asked Patti, “What was all that whispering about?”

“Oh nothing.”, Patti replied.

“No. It was something. What?”

“Oh. Just how cute a wiggle you have when you walk.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh yes you do. It’s very sexy and you look so cute.”

“Cute. So, you like me this way?”

“Ah . . . Kind of.”

“Kind of! You starting to like girls?”

“No. But, you dressing up like this is so cool. I just love it.”

Just then Faith walked in to help me change, so our conversation came to an end. For now.

Patti watched with interest as Faith removed everything that made me Jessica Rabbit and explained what she was doing. She also told Patti that she was trying to teach me how to do my own makeup and that I was starting to get good at it.

Patti asked, “How long does it take to put all that on?”

“Not that long.”, Faith replied, “And, it’ll take less and less time the more we do it. You find this interesting?”

“Yeah.”

“Want to learn?”

“Could I?”

“Sure. Then you could help him. In fact we could use another part-time clerk”

“Really!?”

“Yes. As long as Russ doesn’t mind.”

I looked at Patti and figured it might be fun having her help me. So, I said, “I don’t mind at all.”

“Good.”, Faith said, “Patti run out and talk to Gloria, and tell her that I sent you.”

Patti got up and almost did run to the store area.

After Patti was gone, Faith said, “She really likes the Jessica Rabbit costume on you.”

“I could tell.”, I said, “So, what was all the whispering about?”

“She just thought your wiggle was really cute and sexy.”

“There was more to that conversation then that?”

“Well. I think she really likes you in the costume.”

“She likes me like this?”

“I think so.”

“Oh.”

On the way out of the shop I grabbed my picture off the board and told Gloria that I was taking it to show my parents. We stopped at our favorite hang out for something to eat and drink. While we were sitting there, Patti asked, “You really don’t mind if I work at the costume shop with you?”

“No.”, I replied, “I think it’ll be fun. You know you’ll need a costume. Any ideas?”

“Not really. I’ll see what I can find tomorrow.”

“I hear that you like me in my costume.”

“Yeah. It’s cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah. You really surprised me when I saw you. You look really good.”

“Too good?”

“What do you mean?”

“You like me as a girl?”

“Ah. . . . Yeah. . . . No. . . . Ah, kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Uh huh. I think it’s cool that you look that good as a girl.”

“Just cool?”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard that you really like it.”

Patti looked down at the table and I could barely hear her reply. Which was, “I . . . I think it’s hot.”

“Patti, look at me.”

She looked at me, and I asked, “Hot?”

“Yeah . . . I . . . I got turned on.”

“You got turned on by a girl?”

“No. I got turned on by you as a girl.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why. I just did.”

“You want me to become a girl.”

“No!”

“You want to be with a girl?”

“No! You know that I love you and only you.”

“Me as a girl?”

“I don’t know. It confused me. But, all I know is that when I saw you at the shop, I wanted you right then and there.”

“As Jessica?”

Looking me directly in the eyes, she just nodded yes.

I knew our talk was bothering her. It was also bothering me a little. She liked it when I looked like a girl. Why? I wanted to know. But, I decided that we’d said enough tonight.

We headed off to one of our favorite places, a secluded place where we could enjoy each other. Her sex drive was higher than usual, and I’m not complaining.

After I dropped her off at home, I headed home. As I walked in the back door and into the kitchen, my mother was there. She grinned at me, and said, “Hi Jessica.”

“Mom!”, I said.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. I got a call from Janet Graves. She told me that they were at the costume shop today and they have a guy dressed up as Jessica Rabbit, and that they couldn’t believe how good he looked.”

“You didn’t tell her it was me. Did you?”

“No honey. I didn’t.”

As I handed her the picture, I said, “Good. Here’s her picture.”

She looked at the picture, then at me, and said, “This is you?”

“Yeah.”

“Russell. This is unbelievable!”

“I know. You should have seen Patti tonight when she came in.”

“Is she all right with this?”

“Yeah. In fact she’s going to be working there part-time too.”

“That’ll be nice.”

Saturday was going to be a busy day at the shop and I picked Patti up at nine. On the way, Patti asked, “Are you sure you don’t mind me working with you?”

“No.”, I replied, “Why would I.”

“After what we talked about last night.”

“You mean about you liking me dressed as a girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about it. When I stop, you probably won’t feel that way any more.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. I do.” Or, did I?

When we arrived at the shop, I went to work getting ready to be Jessica. Patti watched closely as Faith helped me with the forms. Faith told her that it was about the only thing she had to help me with and that she could teach her to do it. Faith then kept an eye on me, and Patti watched with great interest, as I did my makeup.

After I was Jessica and we were out on the sales floor, I helped Patti find a costume. The other day she had thought about being a fairy princess, but she spotted something and walked right over to it. We had it on a mannequin, and it was down right sexy. It was Betty Boop. The costume was a strapless, sequined mini-dress, that hit Patti about mid-thigh. A short black curly wig with a Betty Boop cut. A white garter with a red heart on it. A pair of red shoes with a three inch heel. And, a dog pocket book.

There were already a lot of customers in the shop and everyone was scheduled to work until closing. April, as she had done with me, took Patti under her wing and showed her what she needed to do in the shop.

When Patti and I were finally able to take a lunch break together, I said, “That costume is so cute on you.”

“I know.”, she replied, “I wonder if I can borrow it for the party?”

“Party. What party?”

“Your mom and dad’s silly.”

“I completely forgot about it.”

With a grin, she said, “Are you sure you’re not a blond under there?”

“I guess I’ll have to find a costume.”

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing?”

“Ah. I don’t know if I want to wear this any place but here.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know if I want our friends seeing me like this.”

“They probably will.”

“Huh?”

“Where do most people we know get their costumes?”

“Oh yeah. Here. They get them here.”

“You’re a blond.”

Toward the end of the day Gloria found Patti and me, and asked, “Can you two hang around for a little while after closing?”

“I guess. What’s up?”, I replied.

“I’ve got a reporter and a photographer from the local paper coming in to do an article for the Entertainment Section of the following Sunday’s paper.”

“You want us to be in it?”, Patti said.

“Sure. I want everyone, in costume, to be in it. It’ll make for some great publicity. They should be here just before closing.”

And, like Gloria said, just before closing the reporter, a woman, and photographer, a man, walked into the store. I was at the front cash register, so they stopped and asked for Gloria. I said, “She was just here. Wait a minute and I’ll find her.”

As I walked away, I saw the photographer and the reporter look at each other, and then at me. I found Gloria and we walked back to the front of the store together. As we walked up to them, the reporter looked at me and asked, “Are you’re a guy?”

I smiled and replied, “Yeah.”

“And, you can look this good as a girl and walk in heels that I’d never consider wearing.”

“I guess.”

“How?”

I saw the grin on Gloria’s face, and I said, “Why not let Gloria tell you?”

“No Jessica.”, Gloria said, “You tell them. You’re the one doing it.”

“Well.”, I said, “It’s nothing but a costume, makeup, and having fun. . . .” And, I went on to tell them the story of how we had chosen my costume, how I prepared for it, and so on.

The reporter was very interested and asked a bunch of questions, while the photographer took a bunch of pictures. After the store closed, they talked with all the staff, took more pictures, and didn’t leave until late.

We didn’t get out of the store until very late, and both Patti and I were very tired. I just took her straight home. Later as I walked into my house, I found my parents sitting in the kitchen. I said, “Hi mom. Hi pop.”

“You look tired Russ.”, my mother said.

“It was a busy day.”

“Russ.”, my dad said, pushing the picture of me as Jessica toward me, “Is this really you?”

“Yes sir.”

“You don’t mind dressing this way?”

“No sir. It’s only a costume. And, it’s fun.”

“But . . . but, you look like a girl. You’re as pretty as your sister.”

“I know. It takes a lot of work, but it’s fun.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not gay or something?”

“Dad! I’m not gay. What’s the ‘or something?’”

“You don’t want to be a girl. Do you?”

“Dad! No. Besides, you dressed as a girl once.”

“I know and it was only for the party. Not a month.”

“Dad. It’s for the job. It took a lot of persuasion to get me to do it. Besides, I love the reactions when people figure out that I’m a guy.”

“So, most people have fun with this?”

“Sure. They all do. Some even want their picture taken with me and the guy dressed as Roger Rabbit. The only exceptions are the guys that hit on me.”

“You’ve been hit on?”

“Yeah. A few times, and when I tell them that I’m a guy, some of them look like a deer caught in headlights. You should hear some of the pickup lines, they’re really lame.”

“So, this is only a thing for Halloween?”

“Sure. What else would it be?”

“I guess nothing. You just took to it so easily. I was worried that you might be gay, or want to be a girl, or something.”

“Dad. It’s nothing but some fun with a costume. And, I didn’t take to it that easily. It took a lot of persuasion. Sure I let them change my eyebrows. They’ll grow back. Sure I can walk in heels. They’re only shoes. When Halloween’s over I’ll be back to being good old boring Russ.”

“Are you going to wear this to the party?”

“I don’t think so. Everyone’s going to see it by then. Maybe I’ll be someone else.”, then with a grin I added, “Like a stripper or a call girl.”

“Russell!”, my mother said.

With a wink, I said, “Don’t worry mom. I won’t be too bad.”

The following week was a normal, school and work at the costume shop, except for another round of hair removal. I think, knowing what I know now, I should have tried the waxing. So, I’m going to skip ahead to the following Saturday.

This Saturday, Patti and I didn’t have to work and were going into the shop at two on Sunday afternoon and work till nine. So, Saturday night was a date night, and another one of our sexual encounters. Afterwards as we were laying next to each other, Patti got up on one elbow, looked at me, and said, “You thought any more about keeping your body hair off after Halloween?”

“You’d really love that wouldn’t you?”

“I already do.”

“I’m already getting tired of having mom help me keep my body hair free. I wish I’d have tried the waxing.”

“Really!” And, she got a twinkle in her eyes.

“Yes.”

“I know someone that’ll do it for you.”

“I figured you would. Who?”

“Where I have mine done.”

“How do you know they’ll do it?”

“I’ve . . . I’ve talked with my girl about it.”

“You what!?”

“Well. Girls talk. And, I was having my legs waxed the other day and we got talking. One thing led to another, and I told her how much I love your smooth body. I told her the whole story of you and Jessica.”

“You didn’t?”

“Yeah. I did. She told me that there’s a lot of guys that get waxed and that she could do yours once it grew in a little.”

“I don’t know about you.”

She bent down and kissed me, sat back up, and said, “I do know that I love you.”

“I love you too. But, this whole thing with body hair.”

“It’s more than that.”

“Huh?”

“I really do love seeing you in a dress.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. It’s sexy.”

“Sexy?”

“Uh huh. You look so good as a girl, but I know that it’s really you. It really turns me on.”

I sat up, pushed her down on the bed, looked down at her, and said, “Jessica turns you on?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it with a girl or even wanted to. But, seeing you as Jessica is hot.”

“You want to do it with Jessica?”

“I . . . I don’t know.” And, she started crying.

“Patti. . . . Honey. . . . Don’t cry.” And, I held her.

Between sniffles, Patti said, “I’ve been confused since I first saw Jessica. And, watching you change into her doesn’t help, it’s a real turn on. If Faith wasn’t around, I’d be all over you.”

We didn’t say anymore. I just held her.

Sunday I didn’t have to be at work until early afternoon, so I was going to sleep in, but my cell phone ringing woke me up. I knew it was Patti, so I said, “Hi love.”

“Hi.”, she said, “Have you seen today’s paper?”

“No. You just woke me up. Why?”

“The article that the reporter did about the costume shop is in it, and you’re the main subject.”

“What!?”

“Yeah. You’d better take a look.”

“Shit! I forgot all about that. I’ll call you back.”

I threw on my robe and headed downstairs. I knew my parents were up, and that they were probably in the den having coffee and reading the paper. I walked into the den, my dad looked at me over the top of his glasses, picked up a section of the paper, offered it to me, and said, “I think this is what you’re looking for.”

I took the paper and on the front page of the Entertainment Section was a headline that said, “Local Costume Shop Goes All Out for Halloween.” And, right in the middle of the page was a big picture of me as Jessica Rabbit in a sexy pose with a caption that read, “Local high school student, Russell Madison, becomes Jessica Rabbit for Halloween.”

I sat down hard in a chair, and my dad asked, “Something wrong?”

“Yeah.”, I replied, “I’m dead. A few people knew about this, but now the whole city does.”

“Read the article.”

I started reading the article, and the more I read the better I felt. The reporter had done a good job explaining how it was all done in fun for the holiday.

“That’s a nice article.”, my mom said.

“Yeah.”, I replied, “But, I’m going to get a raft of shit at school tomorrow.”

“I told you that you would.”, my dad said.

“I know. And, I’ll handle it some how.”

“I hope.”

I went back up to my room and called Patti back.

“That wasn’t too bad.”, I said.

“No. The reporter did a nice job.”, she replied.

“But, a picture on the front page of that section of me as Jessica Rabbit with my name under it.”

“I know. Jenny thought it was a sexy picture.” Jenny was one of Patti’s best friends.

“Jenny didn’t freak out? She’s so straight laced.”

“No. She called me right after I called you and we talked about it.”

“And?”

“She thought you looked great and that it was cool.”

“I hope everyone else is cool with it.”

“I think they will be. She told me that there were a few rumors going around about you and the costume shop.”

“I never heard them. Any idea what they were about?”

“I guess the biggest one was that one of the seniors was working at the costume shop and was dressing like a girl. And, that a lot of kids thought it was you.”

“Well now they’ll know.”

After lunch I picked Patti up to go to the shop, and as she got in the car, she said, “I just got off the phone with Beth Ann.”

Beth Ann was the leader of a click of girls at school that included a few of the cheerleaders, some of the rich girls, and others that think their shit doesn’t stink. And, she usually didn’t talk to Patti unless she wanted something.

“Beth Ann Phillips?”, I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“She wanted to find out more about you and Jessica.”

“Being a snoop?”

“What else is new. The stuck up bitch.”

“Easy.”

“I just hate those guys. They think they’re better then everyone else.”

“I know. So, what did she want to know?”

“Too much. Like were you gay? Stuff like that.”

“That’s none of her damn business.”

“I know. I didn’t tell her anything, other than you weren’t gay.”

“Good.”

Patti again, under Faith’s watchful eye, helped me become Jessica, and I did my own makeup. Then I watched as Patti changed into Betty Boop. She was very cute and sexy in that costume. Then as Patti and I were ready to go out on the sales floor, she stopped me, and gave me a very deep, very sensual, kiss. When we broke the kiss, I said, “That was some kiss.”

“Sorry. But, I just had to do that.”, Patti said.

“Don’t be sorry. I love our kisses. Even if I look like Jessica Rabbit.”

She didn’t say any thing, but gave me a very cute, very coy, smile. Then she used a finger to fix my lipstick, and I did the same for her.

It was going to be a busy day. It wasn’t even two when we walked out to the sales floor and there were already people lined up outside the door. At two Faith opened the door and the thundering heard entered the shop. I was at the cash register with April, and I got knowing looks from a lot of the people. Smiles from some of the women, the teenage girls looked and giggled, and a couple of people even said that it was cool.

Late that afternoon I saw Beth Ann walk into the shop accompanied by her usual entourage. Those of us that didn’t like this bunch of girls called them ‘The Bitch Club.’

As they walked into the shop, Beth Ann spotted me, walked over, and said, “Well if it isn’t Jessica Rabbit.”

I said, “Hi Beth Ann.”

“Oh! It is you Russell.”

“Sure it’s me. Who did you expect?”

“Oh. A girl dressed in a girl’s costume would be fine.”

“You’re wearing pants. So, you’re dressed like a guy.”

“These are girls’ pants.”

“So, this is a guy’s costume.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is. A guy’s wearing it.”

“Russell. Sweety. You’re just too cute.”

“Why thank you Beth Ann. That’s so sweet. What can we help you with?”

“We’re looking for costumes for my party.”

“Have a look around. There’s people on the floor that can answer any questions you have.”

“Thank you Jessica. Sweety.”

Beth Ann and her entourage walked into the store and Patti walked up, and asked, “What’s that bitch want?”

“Costumes for her party.”

“She’d make a great Jabba the Hutt.”

“Calm down.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Patti.”, April said, “Jessica handled her well. Just like a lady.”

I looked at April and asked, “A lady?”

“Sure. Nice enough to not start a fight and with just enough bitchiness to get a point across.”

“That’s my girl.”, Patti said with a smile.

Shortly after Beth Ann and her crew had left, without buying or reserving anything, Faith walked up and said, “I overheard something that you might be interested in.”

“What?”, I asked.

“That bunch of girls that just left are planning something.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Any idea what?”

“Something to do with Jessica, a Halloween party, and humiliating you.”

“Hmm. Thanks for the heads up.”

“No problem. I didn’t like them.”

“A lot of people don’t.”

It was an interesting day. A kiss from Patti for Jessica. Beth Ann and her crew coming in to check me out. The customers coming in and having fun with Jessica. There were even more people who wanted a picture taken with her. It made me feel good that these people were taking it as it was meant. As something fun.

Monday at school was anticlimactic. There were a few strange looks. And, I did get a bunch of friendly ribbing from my friends. Most of the girls, some that had never paid any attention to me before, gave me a smile. Some of the guys just shook their heads. Overall it was just a normal day at school. But, then there were people like Tony Benadict being friendly. Tony was on the football team and was Beth Ann’s boyfriend, and he would normally never give me the time of day. Him being nice to me isn’t a good thing.

When Patti and I were heading home from school, she said, “There is something going on.”

“What do you mean?”, I asked.

“Some of Beth Ann’s friends were very nice to me today.”

“Tony Benadict was more friendly then usual too. So, maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe what Faith heard was right.”

“Maybe.”

“I wish I knew exactly what she’s was planning.”

“Why?”

“So, we could turn the tables on her.”

“I’m not going to worry about it.”

“Me either. At least not right now.”

Patti’s parents weren’t home, and we had things, other then Beth Ann, on our minds when we got there.

The next day that we worked, as Patti was dressing as Betty Boop, she asked, “Have you decided if you’re going to your parents party as Jessica Rabbit or not.”

“Not.”, I replied.

I saw her expression change to one of disappointment, as she asked, “Why?”

“Everyone’s has seen Jessica. I think I need something else.”

“Any ideas?”

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“I just might keep it a secret until the party.”

“You brat. You’d do that. Wouldn’t you?”

“You know I would.”

She sidled up close to me, looked at me in a way only Patti can, and said, “You’ll tell me. Won’t you?”

I looked at her, smiled, and said, “You know I will.”

“So?”

“A few years ago my dad dressed as a female pirate. He looked okay, but I think I can look a lot better. And, there’s a costume here that’ll work.”

“Which one.”

“I’ll show you.”

Now, the last time that Patti and I talked about hair removal it had left a seed of curiosity in my mind about waxing. What would it be like to have my hair removed this way? Would it really be better?

I’d done some research on waxing and had intentionally let my body hair grow. Then one day at work as Patti was applying my forms, she said, “You need to have your mom work on your body hair.”

“Why?”

“It’s getting long.”

“How about if I get it waxed?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve wanted me to get it waxed. Should I?”

“Ah . . . Yeah. I’d love it. And, yeah you should.”

“You said you knew someone that’ll do it?”

“Sure, the girl that does me.”

“When can she do it?”

“I’ll find out.”

Two days later, after school, I was with Patti at the spa that she uses. I was laying on a table and her waxing aesthetician, Wendy, was looking at the hair on my body.

Wendy asked, “How have you removed your hair before?”

“With a cream hair remover.”, I replied.

“I think you’ll like the results of waxing a lot better.”

“Why?”

“First, it’ll be about six weeks before you’d have to do it again. It’ll grow in softer. And, as Patti can tell you, if you do it regularly for a few years you’ll probably even see a reduction in hair.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Truthfully. At first. Yes. But, the body adjusts and it won’t be bad.”

I looked over at Patti. She smiled and nodded yes. I looked back at Wendy, and said, “Lets do it.”

“Good. I use a method called sugaring. It’s the same as waxing, but easier to clean up.”

As Wendy wheeled over a table that had a number of things on it, I undressed down to my shorts. I also watched as she got everything prepared. When she was ready, she said, “Patti why don’t you come over and hold his hand. It’ll help until he gets used to the sugaring.”

Patti moved a chair in front of the table, that I was laying on, sat down, and held my hand.

Wendy then said, “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’ll spread the warm sugaring syrup over an area. Then I’ll apply a strip of cloth, rub it a few times, then remove it. I’ve found that it’s better to not tell you when I’m going to remove the cloth. Like I said, it’ll hurt to start with, but it will get easier. Are you ready?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Wendy went to work, and she wasn’t kidding. It hurt. If Patti hadn’t been sitting there, I think I would have told her to stop. But, as she continued to work, it did get easier.

When she was done, Wendy said, “Now. It wasn’t that bad was it?”

“No. I guess not.”

“Go into the men’s changing room and take a shower. Then Patti can help you with something.”

“What?”

“I have some hair growth retardant for you to use. You spray it over all the areas that we just sugared and rub it in. Wait fifteen minutes and do it again. And, then do it a third time. Then tomorrow do it again three times. And, you’re done until you’re waxed again.”

“You only use it for two days?”

“Yes. It’s the best I’ve found and should help keep you hair free for almost eight weeks.”

I took my shower and Patti had fun helping me use the growth retardant.

As we were leaving the spa, Patti asked, “Was it that bad.”

I kissed Patti and said, “At first, I was going to tell her to quit. But, you holding my hand helped a lot. And, the pain did ease up.”

With a grin, Patti said, “Told you it wasn’t that bad. Wendy said she could do your eyebrows and make them look really great.”

“Ah . . . I think the plucking that Faith’s done is more then enough.”

We stopped by my house, and my mother was in the kitchen when we walked in, and said, “Hi kids.”

“Hi mom.” I said.

Patti said, “Hi Mrs. Madison. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Russ, you have some mail.”

“What is it?”

“It looks like an invitation of some kind. It’s here somewhere.”

My mother looked through the pile of mail on the kitchen counter, and picked an envelope out of it. Handing it to me, she said, “Here it is.”

I opened it, looked at it, and handed it to Patti. She looked at it and just said, “Beth Ann.”

“Yeah. She’s invited me to her Halloween party. I wonder if you got one too?”

“Bet I did. It’s really a shame that it’s the same night as your parent’s party.”

“You kids go to that one if you want to.”, my mother said, “It’s people your own age and it’ll be more fun.”

“No mom.”, I said, “We like the people that come to your party, and you guys throw a great party and have a lot of fun. And, this group of kids aren’t our favorites.”

Later as I was taking Patti home, she said, “I sure wish I knew what Beth Ann was up to.”

“Me too.”, I replied.

“Maybe I can find out. Then we can plan something.”

“Plan something?”

“Something to get back at her.”

When we arrived at Patti’s, we went in and she checked her mail. And, sure enough, there was an invitation to Beth Ann’s party. Patti said, “I’ve got to find out what she’s up to?”

The following day we went into work right after school. And, before I started becoming Jessica, Patti started to apply the hair growth retardant. Faith walked in just then, stopped in her tacks, and asked, “What are you two doing?”

“I got a body wax yesterday.”, I replied, “And, need to apply a growth retardant and Patti’s helping.”

“So, I see. Why did you get the body wax? I thought your mom was helping you with the depilatory?”

“She was. I just got tired of doing that every few days.”

“Really. You like him this way Patti?”

I looked at Patti and all she was doing was smiling.

As Faith turned to walk out, with a knowing smile, she said, “I’ll leave you two alone. Let me know if you need any help with Jessica’s makeup.”

The week before Halloween was a zoo. Patti and I worked all the hours that didn’t interfere with our school work. And, that was a bunch.

Becoming Jessica Rabbit was almost as routine as getting dressed in the morning. It was second nature. Putting on makeup, attaching forms, spending hours in heels and a dress, became as natural as brushing my teeth. It was like I was a different person. I guess my persona also changed when I became Jessica, the girls no longer had to correct anything I did. So, I guess I wasn’t doing guy things when I was in costume. Of course when I talked to the customers it was with my male voice, and the customers got a real kick out of it.

My parents, brothers, and sister had come in one day last week when I wasn’t working to pick out their costumes, so they didn’t get to see Jessica in person. Maybe they didn’t want to. Then on the Wednesday before Halloween, just before seven, I heard some familiar voices.

I looked toward the door and saw my whole family walking in. I got nervous, really nervous. Why?

My mother saw me first, and smiled. Then my sister, Sara, saw me, and just like Patti’s reaction when she first saw me, her eyes got big and her hands went to her mouth. Then she started to grin.

It took my dad a few more seconds to see me, and he just stared. My brothers also just stared.

My mother and sister walked over to me. My mother gave me a hug, and my sister said, “Russ. You do make a really cute girl.”

I just looked at her, then my mother added, “Yes he does.”

My father finally said, “We’ve come to pick up our costumes.”

“James.”, my mother said to my father, “At least say hello to your son.”

“Hello Russell.”, my father finally said.

“Hi dad.”, I said.

My brother Jeff finally said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this?”

“Jeff.”, I said, “Remember the it’s only a costume talk we had?”

“Yeah. But, you look too good. You really look like a girl.”

“Jeff. I’m supposed to. It’s what we wanted to do.”

“I guess.”

“Jeff. Get real.”, my brother Bill said, “It’s still just Russ.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. But, he just looks too damn good.”

“And, he’ll be back to being Russ after this weekend.”

“Yeah. But, I’ll still see him as Jessica.”

“Well then bro.”, I said, “You’ll just have two sisters.”

Just then Patti walked up and Sara said, “Patti, your costume is so cute! I wish I’d gotten that one.”

“Thanks Sara.”, Patti said, “We could swap, but they’re all gone.”

“That’s okay. I like what I got.”

Patti and I went and retrieved the five costumes and checked out my parents. As they were leaving, I quietly asked my mother, “Is dad upset?”

“No. I just think actually seeing you dressed this way was a little too much for the old macho guy. He’ll get over it.”

“I hope.”

“He will.”

I gave my mom a kiss and a hug, and said, “I’ll see you some time after we close.”

After they had left, Patti asked, “Did I feel tension between you and your dad?”

“Maybe.”, I said, “Mom just thinks it was seeing me in person.”

Friday was actually Halloween and we closed early, that allowed everyone to go to parties. My parent’s party wasn’t until Saturday, so Gloria was nice to Patti and me, and since Saturday usually wasn’t busy, Gloria didn’t schedule us. We were also closed this Sunday, and people really didn’t start returning rented costumes until Monday. So, everyone was scheduled to work on Monday.

Friday after we closed, I was removing Jessica for the last time, Patti looked at me and asked, “Why so sad?”

“I guess no more Jessica.”, I replied.

“I’ll bet they’d let you dress up as her anytime you want.”

“Maybe.”

Patti and I stopped at one of our favorite drive-in restaurants for dinner and as we were sitting there, I asked, “Do you think Wendy’s working?”

“Probably.”, Patti answered, “You don’t need a touch up already. Do you?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“I’ve been thinking about something. I want her to do my eyebrows.”

“What! You’ve kept them nice. They look good.”

“I want them to look perfect for tomorrow night.”

She smiled her cute little smile, and said, “I’ll call her.”

Half an hour later I was sitting in Wendy’s chair and we were talking about how I wanted my eyebrows done. Half an hour after that we were walking back to the car and as we got in Patti said, “I don’t believe you?”

“What don’t you believe?”, I asked.

“Halloween is almost over and you get your eyebrows waxed very thin.”

“It’s only for a costume.”

“Is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you really like to dress as Jessica.”

“Yeah. It was fun.”

“No. I think it was more than that.”

“What?”

“I think you felt good when you were her.”

“Well . . . Yeah. . . . It was different. I liked doing it.”

“I know you did. You liked it a lot. All most too much.”

“Too much?”

“Yeah. I think you really liked dressing like a girl. Not just Jessica, but a girl. And, you were able to pick up on how a girl acts. Your voice isn’t a girls’, but your actions sure are when you’re dressed.”

“What are you saying?”

“I think you have a feminine side.”

“A feminine side?”

“Yeah. I think there’s a girl in you wanting to get out. And when she is out, she likes it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No. I don’t think so. I sensed it the first time I saw you dressed as Jessica. I saw a girl standing there. You weren’t upset that you looked like you did. A lot of guys looking like you did, would have stopped it right there. But, you kept going.

“You learned how to do your own makeup. In fact I’ve watched you apply makeup and you do it just like I do. You’ve learned how to take care of the wig. And, when you picked the costume for your parent’s party I wasn’t really surprised. But, I am surprised that you haven’t wanted to dress other places.”

“Other places?”

“Sure. I bet you’d like to go out and do things as a girl.”

I just looked at Patti.

“And, lover.”, she added, “Don’t be upset. I love you, and I think I understand.”

I took a deep breath and said, “I was wondering why I was feeling the way I did. When they first suggested that I dress as Jessica I really wasn’t sure about it. But, the deeper we got into it, the better I felt. Then after a while, it just felt good. Almost like I should dress this way. I couldn’t wait to get to the store and change into her. The more I did it, the more I wanted to do it.”

“You don’t want to stop. Do you?”

“Not really.”

“Then don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t stop. If you want to dress as a girl, just do it.”

“You’re . . . you’re all right with it.”

“Lover. I loved seeing you dressed as Jessica. You looked great. You seemed to have fun. And, I had fun too.”

“You really like me dressed as a girl. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. I think it’s really cool. There’s a part of you that you’ve just discovered and you’re willing to explore it. And, I want to explore it with you. I’m willing to help you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

I just looked at her and smiled. Finally I said, “Patti. I love you so much.”

And, we kissed.

Saturday was my parent’s party and I went over to Patti’s to change into my costume. I wanted to make an entrance, so I didn’t want my family seeing the costume. Patti loved the Betty Boop costume so much that she was wearing it to the party, but with a latex mask instead of just makeup. My costume was different then what I wore at work. No more Jessica Rabbit. I was going to be a pirate. And, like my father did a few yeas ago, I was going to be a female pirate. But, unlike him, I was going to be a very sexy female pirate.

Faith and Gloria were more then happy to lend me the breast forms and padded panty. So, they were the first things that I put on. It had only been a couple of days since I’d last dressed as Jessica, and it felt good when I started looking like a girl again. I slipped on something that I hadn’t worn as Jessica, a bra, a pretty black bra with gold embroidery that was part of the costume.

I had Patti do my makeup for me, because it was different then Jessica’s and I wasn’t sure how to do it. We started by doing my nails with a black nail polish. Then she slipped on my wig cap and used the tape to give my eyebrows an arch. And, with the thinner eyebrows it looked really sexy. After the moisturizer, foundation, and powder, she went to work on my eyes. Then used various things to give me a very smokey eye. My eyelids were black and the area between my eyelid and brow went from the black to a dark gray. She then used a black liquid eyeliner underneath my eyes.

She carefully applied mascara. A two step kind that make the lashes longer. She took extra care to be sure that the hairs were separated. Then using a brush and eyebrow makeup, she carefully worked on my brows until they were perfect.

Next came the blush, something Jessica hadn’t used. Followed by a deep red lipstick and matching kip liner.

I looked in the mirror, and even without the wig, I couldn’t believe the girl that was looking back at me. I loved what the blush did.

Next came the wig. Instead of a red head, I was going to be a blond. The wig was long, it fell well below my shoulders, and was another loan from the shop. After it was on and I looked in the mirror, there was that girl looking at me again. A sexy blond with gorgeous smokey eyes and very kissable red lips. I guess I stared too long, as Patti asked, “Something wrong love?”

“Ah. . . . No.”, I replied.

“Then why the look?”

“I’m still surprised that I look this good as a girl. And, it worries me a little.”

“Why?”

“I don’t really know.”

“You enjoy doing this. Don’t you?”

“You . . . You know I do.”

“Then stop worrying about it and enjoy.”

I sat back, took a good look at myself, and just said, “I guess Jessica is part of me.”

“Jessica?”

“Yeah. I like the name Jessica. So, I guess this part of me is Jessica.”

I saw Patti smile and then say in a sexy way, “Hi Jessica.”

I finally shook off looking at myself and started putting on the rest of my costume, as Patti finished getting ready. First I slipped on a pair of nude to the waist panty hose. Then came a pair of tight red hot pants, and they didn’t leave much to the imagination. I’m glad that while I was Jessica that I’d learned to hide my male parts, because with these hot pants they would have shown.

The main part of this costume is just a red pirate’s coat, closed with a wide black leather belt at the waist. It has a wide black collar with gold trim and the black with gold trim is carried onto the cuff of the sleeves which also have white lace added to them. When the coat is closed using the belt, it allows my black and gold bra to be seen, and this of course showed a lot of cleavage. So, we added a necklace of about a dozen strands of faux pearls in various lengths. Some strands were right around my neck, a few hung down into my cleavage, and a few hung a little below my bra. And, the coat was just long enough to cover the hot pants.

The costume also has a tri-cornered hat, also in black with gold trim, and has a large white feather on it. The boots are a typical knee high pirate type boot, again in black with gold trim. They have a four and a half inch heel with a half inch platform. So, I was tall. Really tall.

The final thing was a red mask with gold designs that just covered my eyes. But, you could still see all the work that Patti had put into my eye makeup.

When I had everything on, I looked at Patti, and said, “Well. Will I do?”

She looked at me and it was her turn to stare. Because she was wearing the mask, I couldn’t see the expression on her face. So, I finally asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Lover.”, she said, “You were a sexy Jessica Rabbit, and I didn’t think it could get any better. But, God you are really sexy in that outfit.”

“Too sexy for my parent’s party?”

“No. But, watch out for the guys.”

“Don’t worry. This pirate’s a lesbian.”

“A lesbian. Do you have a lover?”

“You know I do.”

“Who?”

“You.”

“If I didn’t have this mask on and it wouldn’t ruin your makeup, I’d give you such a big kiss.”

“Later lover.”

“I don’t know if I can wait. But, I’ll try.”

She then handed me some more jewelry to add to my costume. There were four ornate rings, and a pair of very large gold hoop earrings. I slipped the rings on my fingers and my hands looked even more feminine. The hoops were big, they almost rested on my shoulders, and really added to the pirate look.

I slipped two fake pistols into my belt and it finished the look.

Patti again looked at me, raised her hands, and said, “Please Captain Jessica, don’t make me walk the plank.”

Hearing that coming from Betty Boop made me laugh. I put my hands on my hips in a feminine way, and said, “I’ve be havin' other plans fer ye me beauty.”

I wasn’t sure about the latex Betty Boop mask that Patti was wearing. I liked it when she just used makeup to create the look. But, this mask did make her look more like the cartoon character.

Patti’s parents had seen me as Jessica Rabbit, when they’d gotten their costumes for my parent’s party, so they knew I looked good as a girl. But, when we walked into the living room the look on her dad’s face was priceless and her mom just shook her head. Finally Patti’s mother asked, “Russ. How do you do this?”

“Do what Mrs. Wilson?”

“Look so good as a girl?”

“I guess it was some good instruction at the costume shop. They had fun with it and so did I.”

“I just want to know why he does it?”, her father said.

“Mr. Wilson.”, I said, “It’s just a fun thing to do. And, it’s only a costume.”

“I guess.”

“David.”, Patti’s mother said to her husband, “The kids just have fun with this. Russ can look good as a girl and likes to do it. Just let them have fun with it. It’s Halloween.”

“I know he looks good as a girl.”, Patti’s dad said, “But, does he have to look so damn good. If I’d just see him someplace in regular girl’s clothes, I’d just see a some what tall, pretty, girl.”

Patti with a big grin said, “We need to try that.”

“Patti!”, I said.

“Just kidding.”

We left for my house with Patti’s parents right behind us. Her dad looked good as Darth Vader, and her mom made a great Ewok as Princess Kneesaa. As we were driving to my house, I asked Patti, “Why did you say that?”

“Say what?”, Patti asked.

“About me going out in regular girls’ clothes.”

“Because you look good in a costume, and you’d also look great in regular girl clothes. And, it might be fun.”

I just shook my head. But, I was thinking, ‘Why do I like doing this? It’s more than just fun. It feels good doing it. But, why? And, why do I think that it would be fun to go out looking like a girl?’

We walked into my house, and my mom was the first to see us. She was dressed as a Roman Goddess. She looked at us a little puzzled, and asked, “Do I know you?”

“Mom.”, I said, “It’s Patti and me.”

“Russell?”

“Yes mom.”

“I . . . I . . . I don’t believe this. Jessica Rabbit had your father unwound, but this will send him over the edge. How do you do it?”

“Patti and I put it together. Is it too much?”

“No. Not at all. I think it’s great. I really do love it. Just watch out for some of the guys.”

“That’ll be their problem mom. Is it going to be too much for dad?”

“No. But, go easy. He’ll probably be a little upset.”

Showing my mother a rolled up scroll, I said, “Don’t worry. I brought along a reminder of a few years ago.”

“Oh? Can I see?”

I untied the ribbon and unrolled a large picture of my dad dressed as a pirate wench. He didn’t really look much like a girl, but he wasn’t bad.

My mom smiled and said, “That’ll get his attention. By the way Patti, I just love your costume.”

“Me too, Mrs. Madison.”, Patti said, “The mask’s a little warm, but I think it adds a lot to it.”

“It does.”

Just then Patti’s parents walked in and her dad said to my mother, “Can you really believe just how good Russ comes across as a girl in that outfit?”

“I know.”, my mother said, “I didn’t know him when they walked in. I thought he was a real girl.”

I looked at Patti and said, “I guess if my own mother doesn’t recognize me, it must be a good costume.”

The five of us walked further into the house where the rest of the party goers were. I loved the looks I was getting. The guys were staring and the girls were whispering among themselves. My dad, dressed as a Roman Centurion, walked up and recognized Patti’s parents right away. Then looking at me, said, “Who do we have here?”

My mother beat me to it, by saying, “Don’t you recognize your own son?”

“Russell!?”

“Yes sir?”, I said.

“God. It is you.”

“Yes sir, it is.”

“I thought when you were done at the store you weren’t going to dress as a girl any more.”

“I never said that.”

“I thought Jessica Rabbit was sexy. But, this is way too much.”

I smiled, and said, “I’m just following in your foot steps.”

“My foot steps? . . . Oh that costume.”

“You didn’t look half bad as a girl yourself.”

“I didn’t look anything like a girl.”

“Yes you did.”, my mother said.

I handed him the scroll and getting into character, I said, “Arr. Capt’n Madison thinks ye need to check out this curvy wench. She looks like a lady to me.”

As my dad took the scroll, he said, “Captain Madison?”

“Arr. Capt’n Jessica Madison. Daughter o' th' curvy buccaneer on this scroll.”

“Daughter!?”

“Arr. At least t’night.”

My dad shook his head and removed the ribbon from the scroll, unrolled it, and looked at the picture. Then he looked at me, and said, “Yeah. But, a guy shouldn’t be able to look like a sexy pirate wench. Like you do.”

I frowned and said, “Ye not be wantin' to use wench around a lady who be stronger than ye.”

My dad just shook his head, and said, “There should be a law.”

I took the picture from my dad, and with a deep bow, handed it to my mother saying, “My lady. Would ye see this gets posted on a wall where all these scurvy lubbers can see it?”

She took the picture, grinned, and said, “I’ll be happy to Captain Madison.”

“Arr. Someday this lady will make some pirate a good wife.”

“Russ.”, my dad said, “I don’t know. You’re just having too much fun with this.”

I took off my hat and bowed to him, “Thank ye my lord. I am haven’ fun.”

Patti took my arm and we walked through the house and out onto the patio. I got some really interesting looks. My mother did post the picture on the wall, and people had some real fun with it. I also got hit on, and not just by guys. One woman cornered me and really came onto me until I told her I was a guy. I danced with a lot of people, men and women, and once the word got around as to who I was, I actually got more offers to dance.

About ten, Patti’s cell phone rang. She answered it and I couldn’t hear what was said. Also, I couldn’t see her face because of the mask. But, when she hung up, she was laughing. I took her to where we could talk, and I asked, “What’s so funny?”

“That was my cousin Ben.”

“Ben. The biker?”

“Yeah. He and a dozen of his buddies and their women are going to a party.”

“A party. So?”

“Yeah. Beth Ann’s.”

“You’re kidding me! In that high class neighborhood. That’s going to be really interesting.”

“I know.”

“How did they know about the party? Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“Okay. I won’t tell you.”

Patti and I stayed until the party was almost over, and we both had a good time. Dancing with everyone, playing some really good party games, and, as usual, some great food. My parents always threw a great party and this was no exception. As we were leaving both of us removed our masks and as I opened the car door for Patti, she gave me a very deep, very sensuous, kiss, then she asked, “Can we stop some place?”

“Sure.”, I said, “Where?”

“Some place where I can seduce you.”

“What?!”

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in the Jessica Rabbit costume. You are so sexy, and you’ve had me so hot all night. And, now I’ve got to have you.”

“Patti!”

“I’m sorry. But, you are just so hot dressed this way.”

“You want me looking like a girl?”

“Uh huh.”

I knew of a very safe place to go and we went there. She was all over me. I’d never seen her this way before. The hardest thing was getting my padded pantie off, but she did.

We arrived at her house a good half an hour after her parents did, and they had left the party after we did. So, we had some fast explaining to do.

On Sunday morning, when I finally came downstairs, my sister Sara was the only one up. And, she was in the kitchen fixing herself some breakfast. She looked at me with a sly smile, and said, “Good morning sis.”

“Sis?”, I asked.

“Well, after last night and seeing that you’re still wearing some makeup, I figure I have a new sister.”

“Makeup! I am?”

“Un huh. You’ve still got some mascara and lipstick on.”

“Oh. I guess I didn’t get it all off last night. Patti used a waterproof mascara and semi-permanent lipstick when she did my makeup.”

“Why the permanent stuff?”

“Something about me not carrying a purse and not being able to touch up my makeup.”

“Makes sense.”

“Now. What about last night?”

“I watched you.”

“And?”

“Well. . . . “

“Well what?”

“I didn’t see my brother.”

“Who did you see?”

“A girl.”

“A girl?”

“Yeah. I knew it was you. But, I didn’t see a guy. You were a girl. You walked like a girl in those heels. Talked like a girl, even though it was a soft male voice. You flirted like a girl. Your mannerisms were even a girl’s. A couple of my girlfriends even asked if I was sure that it was you dressed as the pirate. I actually told them that I wasn’t sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You really came across as a girl.”

“And, I flirted?”

“Yes you did.”, I heard my mom say.

I turned, looked at the kitchen door, and my mother was standing there. I asked her, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. Don’t let your father see the makeup.”

“I won’t. So, did you see the same things Sara did?”

“Yes. And, some of the guys were lusting after you even though they knew you were a guy.”

“Oh.”

“A couple of them asked me if you were gay.”

“I’m not.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Honey. I’m not blind. You and Patti have been sexually active for a long time.”

I looked at Sara, and she was just smiling.

“It’s that obvious?”, I asked.

“Yes.”, Sara replied, “You two are in love and it’s not hard to tell that you’re sleeping together.”

I looked at my mom and said, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”, my mom replied, “Just don’t get her pregnant.”

“We’re careful. But, what about me looking and acting so much like a girl?”

“Honey. It was a costume, and you had spent almost a month at the costume shop dressed as a girl. And, acting like one. So, when it came to the other costume you just fell into it.”

Looking at Sara and then back at my mom, I said, “But . . . But, why do I like doing it?”

“You liked looking like a girl?”, Sara asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“That’s what I don’t know. I like how I looked and how it felt. And, it was fun interacting with everyone as a girl.”

“Honey.”, my mom asked, “You don’t want to be a girl, do you?”

“No. But, for some reason it’s fun to be able to look like one.”

Just then we heard my dad coming down the steps, and my mom said, “You’d better get that makeup off before dad sees you.”

Sara grabbed my hand, and started pulling me to the back stairs as she said, “Come on. I’ll help you.”

We ran back upstairs, and to the bathroom. As she closed the door, she said, “Don’t worry. Patti and I talk, and I know she likes you as Jessica. It’ll be our secret.”

“So,”, I asked, “it doesn’t bother you that I like girls’ clothes?”

“Nope. I wish my boyfriend had a feminine side. Maybe not like yours, but softer when we’re together.”

“A feminine side?”

“Sure. When you’ve been dressed as a girl, you come on as being completely feminine.”

“Completely?”

“Remember what I said earlier. You walked, talked, and acted like a girl.”

“Yeah. . . . And, I flirted?”

“Yes. Just like a girl does. You had half the guys there in love with you.”

“Oh.”

We continued to talk as she helped me remove my makeup. And, when we were done, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Sis. Just let me know if you need any more help.” And, she walked out of the bathroom.

I wondered what she meant by, ‘more help’?

Monday at school was interesting. Before our first class Patti and I were talking to a few friends in the school commons. And, Beth Ann stormed up with a few of her friends, and she had fire in her eyes. When she got to us, Beth Ann almost screamed, “I’ll get the two of you!”

“Beth Ann.”, I said, “What are you talking about?”

“You know. You ruined my party.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about. We weren’t even at your party.”

“You know. You sent those . . . those . . . those biker people.”

“Beth Ann. I don’t even know any bikers.” And, that was the truth. I’ve never met Patti’s cousin Ben.

“Then . . . Then who did?”

“I’ve got no clue.”

Looking at Patti, Beth Ann said, “I bet you did, you little bitch.”

As I stepped between Patti and Beth Ann, I said, “Beth Ann! Enough. Patti was with me.”

As she walked away, Beth Ann mumbled, “Just wait until I find out. They’re dead.”

After Beth Ann was out of ear shot, Patti said, “I think the bitch is a little mad.”

“Just a little.” , I said, “But, not as mad as I’d have been if she and her stuck up friends would have humiliated us.”

“Love. It would never have happened.”

Jan, one of our friends, then said, “I heard that a dozen bikers crashed her party. And, the only thing the cops could do was ask them to leave because they were trespassing.”

“The cops were there?”, Patti asked with a grin.

“Yeah. I guess that Beth Ann was so upset that she asked everyone else to leave.”

“I would have loved to have seen that.”

That evening we took our costumes back to the shop, and took along some of the pictures from the party that my dad had taken on his digital camera and printed out. Everyone at the shop thought we both looked fantastic. Gloria asked if she could have one of the pictures of Patti and me for the picture board.

While Gloria and I talked about working part-time in the shop for Christmas, Patti and Faith disappeared somewhere in the shop.

When the four of us were back together, Patti asked, “Are you going to work part-time for Gloria?”

“Yeah.”, I answered, “For Christmas.”

Faith grinned and said, “Good. He’ll make a cute Mrs. Claus.”

I looked at her, and said, “Don’t go there.”

“Why not? I thought you had fun being Jessica Rabbit?”

“I did. But, I took a lot of kidding about my eyebrows at school today. I’ve got to get back to being Russ.”

“You did take some major kidding.”, Patti said, “But, you handed it really well.”

“I know. But, I just don’t want to have to keep explaining it.”

“You know.”, Faith said, “There’s a lot of men who like to keep themselves well groomed.”

“But, with eyebrows that are more feminine then any of yours?”

Gloria said, “Let them grow in, but keep them neat. And, I’ll bet that people will forget all about it.”

“You think?”

“Gloria’s right.”, Faith added, “Most people are too interested in themselves. And, they’ll quickly forget about it.”

A few days later I was just laying in bed unable to sleep. Something was bothering me and I’d gotten thinking about it. And, when that happens I don’t get much sleep. Have you even been unable to answer a question that you’ve had on your mind? A question that involves you very much? A question that really bugs you? I was thinking about why I missed being Jessica so much. I’d been her as Jessica Rabbit and the pirate wench, and I’d actually enjoyed doing it. But, did I really want to see what it was like to be her, but her as a regular girl? An eighteen-year old girl who’s a high school senior. An answer? Right now I didn’t have one.

The following day after school, Patti and I stopped at our favorite drive-in for something to drink, and I guess I was too quiet. Patti finally asked, “Why so quiet?”

“I haven’t been sleeping well.”, I replied.

“How come?”

“Something’s bothering me?”

“Tell me?”

“Jessica.”

“Jessica?”

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to figure out why I miss her so much.”

We just sat there looking at each other for a while. And, the longer we didn’t say anything, the more I worried that I’d said something wrong.

Finally I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, Patti replied, “I’m just trying to visualize you as an eighteen-year old girl.”

“What!?”

“Yeah. So, you have no idea?”

“No idea of what?”

“Why you miss her so much?”

“No. But, why do I feel that I want . . . no need to be her again?”

“Maybe it’s like we’ve talked about before. You have a feminine side, she’s been out, and she liked it and wants out more.”

“I’ve thought about that. But, why?”

“I don’t know. But, Faith and I had a nice talked about you.”

“You and Faith?”

“Yeah. When we took the costumes back. She also thought that you had a very strong feminine side. Something that you didn’t know about until you started dressing as Jessica Rabbit. Then once you did, you saw how good you looked, how good it felt to dress in feminine things, and how much you loved looking and acting like a girl. Faith watched you, and she saw that the more you were Jessica, the more comfortable you became with being feminine.

“With her experience in the theater and with costumes, she said that she’d seen it before. Guys who love to look and pass as girls. Some to the point that they want to be girls.”

I just sat there looking at her. What was she telling me? Did I want to be a girl?

She continued with, “But, most don’t. They just love to be able to change their look and be the girl that’s within them, and have fun with it. Then change back into their guy self. It’s like they’re two people. She called it crossdressing.”

“You think I’m that way? You think I’m a . . . a crossdresser?”, I asked.

“I do. And, so does Faith.”

I sat there in thought for a minute, then said, “So, if I’m this way. What do I do?”

“If I were you, I’d let Jessica come out and see where it goes.”

“How do you really feel about this?”

Taking my hands in hers, and looking me in the eyes, she said, “Russ. Honey. You know that I love you very much. I love everything about you. I don’t know why I feel about Jessica the way I do. Just like you, I don’t know why you like being her. But, I love seeing you as her. She’s fun to be with, and she’s a turn on. Why I get turned on by her I don’t know. I don’t think I’m a lesbian. I’ve never wanted to be with a girl. But, when I see her, I want her. I want her really bad. And, I think that’s because I know she’s you.

“Do I have a problem with you being Jessica? . . . Not in the least. I love watching you change into her. It’s an amazing thing to watch. You’re a good looking guy, but make an even prettier girl. And, I love helping you do it.”

Later, after I’d dropped Patti off, as I was walking into my house, my mother saw me, and asked, “Russ what’s wrong?”

I sat at the kitchen table, and said, “This thing with the costumes at Halloween has me worried.”

“Worried?”

“Yeah. I . . . I liked it too much.”

“You really liked dressing as a girl. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“I figured that you did.”

“You did?”

“Yes honey. I did. Wearing the costume at the shop was one thing. Some guys would have done that and no more. But, you did more than you needed to, the body wax, keeping your nails manicured, and toe nails painted. And when you showed up at the party as a girl pirate, I knew that there was more to it.”

“What’s wrong with me?”, I asked with tears in my eyes, “Patti said that I might be a crossdresser.”

My mother sat back in her chair, and said, “Honey. I don’t think that there is anything wrong with you. I don’t know anything about crossdressing other than what’s been on TV and I’ve read about. Maybe you should try and find out what it’s all about.”

“I guess there’ll be a lot of stuff on the internet.”

“It might be a place to start.”

I couldn’t sleep again, so I spent time on the computer looking for information on crossdressing. I was initially surprised at the number of porno sites that I found. But, after weeding through those, I did find some interesting information. I guess the first thing that hit me was that I wasn’t alone. One site said that between two and three percent of the male population crossdressed. Another put it at about five percent. That told me that there might be twenty-five or thirty guys in my school that crossdressed.

I read more. There were different types of crossdressers. It appeared that it went from those that just wore girls underwear, to those that went all the way when they dressed by using a wig and makeup. Then there were the transsexuals, the guys that wanted to be girls. Where did I fit in this?

I saw some guys that made very pretty girls, so much so that you’d never know that they were guys. And, I saw some guys that looked like guys in a dress. I knew that I fell into the first group. But why did I like it?

I found an on-line test, it had something to do brain sex, for those that were unsure of who they really are. Male, female, or somewhere in between. I didn’t take it. I guess I was afraid what I’d find out. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know where I fell in this group.

I read some of the stories, supposedly true, of what some of these guys went through to be who they really were. Stories of complete gender changes. Stories of guys that live full time as girls. Stories of guys that become girls on weekends and go out. Stories of guys just dressing at home. I’d loved dressing at the shop and even going to my parent’s party as a girl. Where did I fit into this?

One interesting thing that I found out was that most crossdressers start out really young. I didn’t. Why?

I didn’t know if I’d ever answer all the questions that I had in my mind. Reading had given me more questions to answer then it had answered. I turned the computer off and tried to get some sleep. I don’t know if I did or not.

Luckily it was Saturday and I knew my dad had an early morning golf game, so I’d be able to talk to my mom. I laid in bed until I heard my dad leave, then I went downstairs to find her. I knew my brothers and sister would sleep in, so I’d have some time alone with her. Mom was in the livingroom reading the morning paper. She looked at me, and said, “You didn’t sleep much last night did you?”

“No.”, I replied, “But, I did get a lot of reading done.”

“Did you find anything interesting?”

“Yeah. But, I ended up with more questions then answers.”

“Tell me.”

Mom followed me into the kitchen, and while I fixed myself some breakfast and ate I told her what I’d found. When I was done, she asked, “What do you think you should do?”

“I’m not sure.”, I replied.

“Do you want to talk to someone?”

“Who?”

“Maybe a psychologist.”

“I don’t know.”

“It may help.”

“I know. But, I think I want to find out more first.”

“Then it might be worthwhile to take that test.”

“I’m kind of afraid to.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you afraid of what you might find out about yourself?”

“Yeah. Kind of.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to find out?”

“Maybe.”

“So . . . “

“I guess it might be a place to start.”

I went back upstairs and fired up the computer. It took me a while to find the on-line test again, as I hadn’t book marked it. It also took some time to go through the test as I wanted to be as truthful as I could. When I was done, it showed that I was at the upper end of being androgynous or both male and female at the same time.

I guess maybe I do have a feminine side.

There was a quiet knock on my door and I heard my sister say, “Russ. Can I come in.?”

“Sure sis.”, I replied.

She walked in and closed the door. I could see a look of concern on her face. I’d always known that, even being a little over a year younger than I was, she was very smart and perceptive .

“Russ. I’m sorry, but I overheard you and mom talking earlier and I’m worried about you.”

“Worried?”

“Yeah. This whole thing with looking like a girl seems to be really bothering you.”

“Yeah. I guess it is.”

“You know. You are who you are. You can’t change what’s inside you. You can try to hide it, but it will always be there. It’s better to let it out.”

I just sat there and looked at her for a minute. Then I said, “Sara. I just took a test that if it’s true, tells me that I have a very strong feminine side. At first it scared me. Did I need to be a girl? But, then it hit me. No, I’m a guy. I like being a guy. I like doing guy things. But, I’m also a guy that has just recently learned that I love girls’ things. I love the feel of the clothes. I love the makeup. I just love being able to look like a girl and be accepted as a girl.

“So, I guess there are two sides to me. And, I’m going to have to learn to live with them.”

Sara smiled, walked over to me, gave me a big hug, and whispered, “Russ. I love you no matter if you’re my brother or my sister.”

I whispered back, “Thanks sis. I’m glad someone in this family understands.”

“I think mom does too.”

Sara walked back downstairs with me to find our mother. We found her sitting in the kitchen, and I said, “Mom. Got a minute?”

“Sure honey.”, mom replied.

Sara and I sat down at the table with her, I told her what the test had said, what else I’d found out, and how I felt about it.

She asked, “So, do you feel that you have a feminine side?”

Without hesitation I answered, “Yeah. I guess I do. But, I don’t know why there are labels. I’m not sure if I fit into any of them. I’m me. Part of me is feminine and I just enjoy being Jessica every once in awhile. I guess if I had to label myself it would be as a crossdresser.”

“Honey. I don’t really understand this. But, I love you. If you feel that you need to be Jessica at times, then I guess do it. Just be careful. And, I wouldn’t let your father find out.”

Mom then looked at Sara, and asked, “I take it that you and Russ have talked about this?”

“Yes mom.”, Sara replied.

“Do you understand it?”

“No. But, I can understand someone being who they feel they are. If Russ has a feminine side to him, I see nothing wrong with it. And, I think it would be fun to have a sister even if it’s part-time.”

I saw a little smile appear on my mothers face. She looked at me, and said, “Russ. Like I said, I don’t understand. But, like your sister, I see nothing really wrong with it. And, I’ll support you. Just be careful.”

Later I told Patti about the conversations that my mom and sister had with me, and about what I’d found out.

She asked, “So, do you feel better now?”

“Sort of.”, I replied, “I still don’t understand this whole thing and don’t know if I ever will. I feel better knowing that there are a lot of others like me. And, I know I like being able to become Jessica when I want to. It’s fun and feels good.”

“So, I guess we should see what Jessica looks like in regular clothes?”

“Huh?”

“I think Jessica needs some regular clothes.”

“Really?”

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. But, where can I change? I can’t really do it at home. May dad would go ballistic.”

“Maybe at the shop. Faith said to just ask if we needed her help for anything.”

“Faith is really into this too. Isn’t she?”

“I think she sees something in you. Something that you enjoy. And, she’s just willing to help you. And, yeah, I think she has a lot of fun doing it too.”

“What about Gloria?”

“I don’t know. But, she loved how well you turned out as Jessica Rabbit, and was overwhelmed with how you looked as the pirate. So, I doubt that she would have a problem with it.”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out?”

“What’s that?”

“Ask.”

A little while later Patti and I walked into the costume shop. April was at the front counter. She ran around the counter and gave both of us big hugs, and said, “It’s good to see you guys.”

“It’s good to see you too. Is Faith around?”, I asked.

“Sure. I think she’s in the office with Gloria. Go on back.”

“Want me to go with you?”, Patti asked.

I looked at her, and said, “We’re in this together. Aren’t we?”

“We sure are.”, Patti replied.

“What are you two up to?”, April asked.

“We’ll tell you later.”

“You’d better.”

Patti and I walked back to the office. I knocked on the door and heard a “Yes?”

I opened the door, and said, “Got a minute?”

“Hi Russ.”, Gloria said, “Sure. Come on in.”

As I walked in with Patti, Gloria said, “Hi Patti. How are you?”

“Doing great.”, Patti answered.

“So. What’s up guys?”, Gloria asked.

“I was wondering something?”, I asked.

“What’s that?”

“This may sound strange. But, I’d . . . I’d like to try dressing as a girl again. And, I was wondering if I could change here?”

Gloria and Faith looked at each other and smiled. Then Gloria said, “Is Jessica Rabbit coming back?”

“No. Nothing that sexy. I’ll be Jessica, but not Jessica Rabbit.”

Then Faith said, “And, don’t think of it as being strange. Think of it as you are exploring who you are. You’ve found out something about yourself and you need to see what it’s all about.”

I just look at her.

Then Gloria said, “Faith and I had been wondering about you.”

“Wondering about me?”, I asked.

“We were wondering how long it was going to take before you wanted to become her again.”

“So you knew that I’d want to be Jessica again?”

“We thought you might. You put up a good fight, but became very comfortable with looking and acting like a girl. You learned to do Jessica’s makeup very well. As well as any girl does. Having breasts, even though they were forms, didn’t phase you. I think you actually became Jessica, and you were very comfortable with it.

“When the reporter and photographer from the paper were here, you didn’t try to hide. In fact you were very outgoing. You talked about being Jessica and how much fun it was. And, by the time Halloween rolled around, we almost expected to see a girl walk in when you came to work.

“It was like you’d found out something about yourself and liked it. So, yes we thought that you might want to dress again.”

I sat there and just looked at them for a minute, then said, “Was it that obvious?”

“Yes.”, Patti said, “It was. You were a different person. And, you became very comfortable as Jessica. At your folk’s party I watched a girl have fun dancing and playing party games. It was Jessica, not Russ. And, Faith and I had a nice talk about you.”

“And,”, Faith said, “we knew that if you were going to dress like a girl again, that you’d probably have trouble dressing at home unless you told your parents.”

“So,”, Gloria added, “since you’re an employee, you’re more then welcome to change here. In fact we haven’t taken down the changing area in the stock room, and you’re welcome to use that.”

“Really.”, I said, “You don’t mind?”

“No. Not at all.”, Faith said, “And, if you need any help just ask. Oh yeah. We can’t sell the breast forms or the panty that you used, so I guess they’re yours.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. They’re used merchandise, so we can’t sell them as new and we don’t usually sell used things. So, they’re yours. I think they’re still back in the dressing area. Also, you’ll find a sheet of paper in the top right hand drawer of the dressing table that has your measurements in girls’ sizes.”

“Thank you.”

“Our pleasure.”, Gloria said, “So, who is Jessica?”

“I . . . I’m not really sure. But, I . . . ”, then looking at Patti, I said, “We thought that it might be interesting to see who Jessica really is. Maybe an eighteen-year old high school senior.”

Faith smiled and said, “Good idea. Do you have any clothes yet?”

“No. Not yet.”, I replied.

“When you do, you can use a couple of the lockers in the back. No one uses them and they’re lockable.”

“You guys are too much.”

“Russ.”, Gloria said, “We like you. Actually we like all three of you, Patti, you, and your girl self. We feel that the newspaper article, with you in it, helped boost our Halloween sales, and we’ve had more requests for costumes for school plays. So, doing something like this is the least we can do. In fact, feel free to use any of the wigs we have until you find your look. Then we’ll work out a good deal for you.”

I sat back in my chair and looked at the two women. Then, I said, “I don’t know what to say.”

Faith with a big grin said, “I think I like your girl side the best. She was a lot of fun. So, think about being Mrs. Claus during Christmas.”

I looked at her and with a big smile said, “You don’t give up. Do you?”

“No. Besides I think you’d make a great Mrs. Claus. Maybe a bit tall, and maybe even a sexy one.”

“Not another sexy woman?”

“Sure. You’d be surprised how sexy Mrs. Claus can be. Especially our Mrs. Clause.”

“I thought she was a rather short, plump, lady.”

With a grin, Gloria said, “Maybe she is. Maybe she isn’t.”

“We’ll see.”

Patti and I walked back to the dressing area, found the paper with my girl sizes on it, the breast forms and adhesive, and checked on the lockers. The lockers, old ones, were made out of wood and were big. Patti said, “These will hold a nice wardrobe. Just about anything Jessica would want.”

As we were walking out of the shop, April said, “All right. What are you two up too?”

Patti looked at her, smiled, and said, “Don’t be surprised if you see Jessica again.”

“Jessica Rabbit?”

I looked at April and said, “No.”

“Well who?”

“Jessica Madison.”

“Who’s that?”

“Me.”

“You?”

“Yes. Me. The feminine me.”

Yes, I started dressing as a girl from time to time. Patti and I had fun with it, and I ended up telling my whole family. Only my brother, Jeff, had a problem with it, but not for long. My dad was okay with it. I guess he and my mom had a talk about it. Some of my friends found out, and I lost a few, but most remained friends.

Patti and I ended up getting married after we graduated from college, and no she wouldn’t let me wear the wedding gown. At least for the ceremony. She always had great fun with Jessica, and at times asked to make love to her.

As I got older I did spend a lot of time dressed as a female. Some weekends I spent the whole time as a girl. We went on most of our vacations as two girls, and we got a lot of comments about being a lesbian couple.

I also continued to work at the costume shop during holidays, but I was also a different female character. Except at Christmas when I always did Mrs. Santa Claus. And, she was probably the sexiest Mr. Clause that you’ll ever see.

Hope you liked my little story. Thanks for reading.

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kool

I liked it, THANKS for writing

Absolutely Loved This Story

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I absolutely loved this story. I know a lot of people only dream of the wonderful support and love like Russ/Jessica had with Patti and all the

friends at the costume shop. It is amazing how things turn out on the road to discovering who you are.

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Good One, Teddie...

Enjoyable story. Moved along really well, and Russ/Jessica was interesting and well portrayed.

I guess it shouldn't have, but it surprised me that it got to the point of Russ crossdressing full time on "most of their vacations." Not sure why -- I suppose it's just what I wanted to read into it -- but as much as he enjoyed his Jessica side, I didn't think he'd want to "lose" Russ for a week or more at one time.

Thanks for a fun story.

Eric

Jessica Rabbit

Teddie, this is a lovely addition to your wonderful portfolio of work. You are a very skilled author.
I voted the way that Russ received the support from the women in his life. An impossible dream for many of us , that's why your stories fulfill our fantasies.
I would like to see you approach the theme of a college age boy who agrees to help his mom with a charity pageant she is sponsoring. He would be a surprise entry as part of the competition.
Thanks
Alice

Russ Is A Very Lucky Boy

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Loved this story; nicely written... and his journey of discovery...his maturity and the support that he got. He is so lucky having Patti's unconditional love and support from his Mum and sister,,,and even acquiescence from his Dad.

If only real life were like this,

Joanne

Bunny Girl

Dear Teddie it seems quite a while since I last read one of your stories so was delighted to see this posted n it's right up there with your very best a really enjoyable read I just lost myself in n although of course I was filled with so much envy for the support n opportunity given to Russ and for his wonderful girlfriend Patti it was lovely to float along on this fantasy adventure. I certainly would be interested to read a further episode in the developing life of Russ, Jessica, Patti n Russ' sister. Thanks for a wondeful time of blissful escape xx k-jo

I was lying down minding my own business when life came by and drove right over me

I don't think

I can add any to what was already stated. I love your writing. Thank you. Now go find that muse. I don't want to wait this long again.

The mistery of the crossdresser

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I was really hoping to get some insight as to what's going on in a crossdresser's head.

I'm getting the impression that no one understands it, including the crossdresser.

Transsexuals I get. Of course I would, being one.

I have a theory about full-time transgenderists (I'm sory it isn't very nice: It is that they are transsexuals but afraid of the surgery or otherwise just too attached to their boy parts.)

But why some male identified males like to dress and even present themselves as women I don't have a clue.

Full-time...

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....I'm a 'permanent' pre-operative transsexual. Seriously, since many regard gender as being somewhat fluid; it's really more about expression? Some of us will be going to paradise intact while wishing we didn't have organic 'appliances' attached, while others will be able to exchange them for something that best aligns with whom they are while still others will keep what God gave them with a delight. Some remain as they were born but express themselves in an entirely different manner mostly because it's part of who they are, just like every one else. That whole continuum of gender that includes folks with varied degrees of male and female characteristics in physical, emotional, psychological, and even, as we can see through the writings of so man here; spiritual as well.

In other words? I hope I've done a decent job of explaining why we just can't be explained?

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

Jessica

Thanks Teddie for posting this story. It was very enjoyable and a good length. I have thoroughly enjoyed all our stories and am very glad you have "re-appeared". Seems your talent is not "Muse Dependent" :-)

I would enjoy reading more of Jessica and Patti also and hope to read new Teddie S. stories soon.

A good story

I enjoyed this a lot. Nothing new of course, but it was well written and had likeable characters in both Jessica and Patti, and that's what matters.

One problem

TheCropredyKid's picture

with being Jessica Rabbit with realistic breast forms is that Jessica is Gainaxed in reverse - where real breasts would go up, hers go down ... and vice-versa.

{"Gainaxing"? - this YouTube video is all about Gainaxing ... definitely NSFW. Nice - albeit quick - visual pun/sight gag at about 2:30.}

 
 
 
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I enjoyed this story

I am getting a look into a world I did not know existed. I rarely cross dressed before I came out to my self, With me it was a matter of survival.. Before I finally accepted myself and who I was I was considering suicide.So I transitioned as fast as I legally could. My real life test was the first time I cross dressed for real.