by Jessica J P
When David West is failing at all his classes, he needs to take up an extracurricular activity. He can't make a choice so his friends make one for him. One that provides a lot of fun for them and some realizations for him.
The Catwalk By Jessica J P
Chapter One
I don’t enjoy school, I never have. I know that doesn’t seem to unusual for a 14 year old boy to say he doesn’t enjoy school but I have good excuses. I’m not particularly academic, I don’t get good grades in the slightest. I used to be bullied but that’s eased up recently. I’ve only really got one option, extracurricular activities.
There are a few at my school and I have good reason’s for not doing any of them: the football team (I’m can’t kick a ball to save my life), the school plays (I can’t act), the fashion shows (last time I checked, I’m not a female model), dance shows (I’m a good ballet dancer but admiting that would get me massacred).
I was going to have to repeat the year if I don’t take up one of these but I just can’t. I go to the fashion shows regularly though, my best friends are usually the designers so they twist my arm into going.
I do enjoy the shows though, I don’t know why but I do.
There’s one tonight, so I’ve got a bit of a wait after school. I sit in a corridor and start reading a book. My peace and quiet is interrupted when my three best friends, Gemma, Paige and Jess run down the corridor towards me.
“Hey David.” they chorus.
“Hi.” I reply, “What’s up?”
“Just getting ready for the show.” says Paige, “One of the model’s has broken her leg.”
“Oh bummer.”
“That’s what we were thinking.” laughs Gemma, “Actually, can you give us a hand?”
“Erm sure, I’ll do what I can.” I say hesitantly.
“It’s just, she is a bit taller than the other models and all the clothes we’ve designed for her are too big for the rest of them.”
“I’m not sure I know any girls that are too tall.” I start but Paige interrupts me.
“There isn’t a single girl her size in the school. There are a couple of boys however.” she grins.
“Wait wait wait! You want me to take over?” I exclaim.
“Of course.” she says although it was the most obvious suggestion in the world. Christ, are they insane?
“But I look nothing like a girl!” I protest.
“Not true,” Gemma smiles “your face is very feminine, you’ve got long eyelashes, and your body shape is just like a girl’s: all hips and no waist. Except for the boobs obviously.”
“Well what would I have to do?” I ask, slightly worried.
“Well if we do this, you’re gonna have to go the whole nine yards with it: hair, full make-up, bras, panties, shaved legs and the three outfits that you’ll have to model.”
“Oh bloody hell.”
“I think you should go for it.” Jess advises me, “You’d make a cute girl.”
“Yeah you’d be so adorable in make-up.” Paige grins.
“All right, all right.” I say, giving in to the girls.
They giggle and drag me off to the girl’s changing room where the preparation for the fashion show is well underway. The show director rushes up to us.
“So is this our male-to-female model?” she asks the girls.
“Yeah.” beams Paige.
“I’m so glad you agreed David.” the director says “Paige, Jess, Gemma, you three get him ready. Don’t worry,” she adds to me after seeing my less than thrilled look, “the girl’s will make you beautiful.”
Like that’s gonna help.
They take me off into a small room within the changing room. “Okay,” starts Gemma, “there are three outfits you have to model as well as the formal ball gown for the program.”
“All right.” I say meekly, “But who designed what?”
“Well I designed the first outfit” says Paige, “It’s an ironic statement on the stereotypical image of a girl.”
“Meaning?”
“Slutty schoolgirl, have fun.” she grins.
“Then it’s my one next, I went for a pretty princess look. Long pink dress and lots of pink make-up.” laughs Jess, “You’ll look soo cute!”
“Then we finish off with my one, I went for a slightly different look." Gemma grins sheepishly "Full dominatrix. Corset, stockings, heels, panties and make-up (though it’s gonna be very different to the other two makeup styles).”
“Last but not least, the program outfits.”
“Outfits? You only mentioned the one.” I say.
“Oh yeah, for the first group shot you’re wearing the ball gown, then for the second one, you stay in the same positions but you’ll be wearing lingerie: a bra and a pair of panties.” grins Paige.
“Bugger, shoot me now.” I grumble.
“Ugh.” they all sigh in unison “Boys.”
“This is a really good opportunity to embrace and show off your feminine side David. Don’t blow it.” warns Jess.
“All right all right. So what’s first?”
“No proper clothes yet, we’ve gotta focus on your body first.” explains Gemma.
“My body?” I ask tentatively.
“Yeah, we’ve got to give you a full body wax, pluck your eyebrows, give you a wig and glue on some realistic fake boobs.” Gemma says very business like.
“Bloody hell, this is all a bit much.” I mumble.
“You don’t really have a choice David, you have to get involved in an extracurricular activity. This will count towards it.” Jess says, checkmating any objections I can put up.
“Okay then.” I say, attempting to sound confident “Let’s do this.”
Time to get ready! The fashion show is mere hours away and David West, assisted by his ever-loving friends, is starting a long journey that will affect his life in ways even they did not predict. Realizations, cross-dressing and ballet related embarrassment, all in The Catwalk Chapter Two.
The Catwalk -2-
“Well what’s first?” I ask.
“Waxing.” grins Gemma.
“No need.” I say.
“What?”
“Remember, I had a ballet show last night.” I say, slowly pulling up my trouser leg, “The leotard and tights look doesn’t work too well with the hairy teenager look.”
“Oh wow,” says Paige “Is that all over?”
“Yeah.” I mutter.
“How many times have you had to do that?” asks Gemma.
“Twice, this being the second.”
“Do you like it?” she asks, smiling slyly.
“It’s really weird, but I’m kinda used to it now.” I say and they laugh.
“You’ll learn to love it.” she winks.
“Okay, what’s next?” I grumble.
“We need to girlify your face. Hair and eyebrows being the main issues, sit down here.”
The girls sit me down in front of a mirror, Gemma takes her tweezers out and gets to work on my eyebrows. The plucking doesn’t hurt too much, it’s just annoying. I try to get a look in the mirror but Paige blocks my view, “Naughty, no peaking until we’re done.” she tuts.
“We’ve taken a few things from the drama room. First, a wig, otherwise known as your hair for the next few hours.” Jess says, taking a dark red wig from a box. Gemma wets a comb and slicks back my hair with it. When she’s done, Jess fits the wig on my head. Gemma spends about fifteen minutes styling the wig. Giving it a bit more “bounce” as they put it.
They lead me away from the mirror to a wardrobe. “We just need to sort out your body. Just strip down to your boxers.” says Gemma.
“Uhh, Ok.” I say, I’m not quite sure about this.
As if reading my thoughts, Paige says “It’s all right David, we’re not going to laugh or anything.”
I grimace and take off my clothes down to my boxers.
Upon seeing my figure, Paige and Jess look slightly surprised. “Jesus David. Your hips are just like ours!” murmurs Jess. “Turn around David.” asks Paige softly. I comply, turning slowly. “I thought so. Your arse is like a girl’s too.”
“Well this just proves it, you were so meant to be a girl!” Laughs Jess.
The others laugh too, I try to crack a grin. “This is gonna be helpful, you have to pass as a girl to pull this one off.” grins Gemma.
“One essential detail to go before we start on your outfits and makeup.” starts Jess.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Boobs.” Paige smiles reassuringly, “We had a rummage around the drama room and we found these.” She takes two fake breasts out of that box. They look quite real actually. They’re at least a C cup. “How are you gonna get them on me?” I ask, slightly worried.
“We’ve got some of this body glue stuff, it lasts for up to six hours.” says Paige. “Put your arms up.”
“Uhh, ok.” I say as I raise my arms and close my eyes.
It’s a weird sensation as one of the girls squeezes some of the glue onto my chest. Then the even weirder sensation of having my two new breasts attached to my chest. “This stuff is pretty fast drying, so this shouldn’t take too long.” mentions Jess.
She holds the falsies in place while the body glue dries. It gets slightly awkward after a minute or so. To a random person walking in, it would look like she’s just groaping some girl’s breats. Some girl? Did I just think of myself as a girl?
“Ok, they’re done now.” says Jess, “Just need to smooth the edges now.” She starts rubbing a skin coloured cream along the line of where the breasts end and my real skin begins. She does this until it seems like it’s all me. She then takes a step back to admire what they had created. I feel like a prettier frankenstein’s monster. Prettier? Dear lord, I think I’m starting to get into character!
“Oh wow David. You look like you could be like your older sister or a cousin.” staggers Jess. She actually seems slightly shocked at my apperance.
“Do you want to look at yourself?” asks Gemma, looking intently at me. “Yeah, I ... I think so.” I stutter.
Paige finally steps away from the mirror. There still seems to be someone in the way though, all I can see is a slightly plain, topless red-head chick. She has curves in all the right places and her boobs are big. I’m not sure if it’s just me being stupid or what, but takes me a full thirty seconds to realise she is me.
“You like?” asks Paige smiling.
“I’m ... I’m not supposed to.” I mutter, not even sure if I’m really saying it.
“But you do?” continues Jess.
“I think so.” I quietly admit.
The three girls look at me, smiling satisfiedly. No one speaks for a moment.
“Right! Now lets get you in a bra and panty set.” grins Gemma, breaking the atmosphere. She takes a pair of plain black panties from the wardrobe drawer and hands them to me. “Just go in the bathroom and slip these on.”
“But, what about my ...” I trail off.
“Your buldge you mean?” asks Paige, giggling.
“Well, yes.” I grumble.
“Tape it between your legs with this stuff. It won’t hurt.” Gemma passes me a small role of medical tape. I smile grimly and go into the bathroom. After locking the door, I take off the boxers. I look down at my manhood. It seems so .... out of place. I tuck it between my legs and tape it away. It’s my last remaining peice of masculinity, I should feel sorry to see it go.
But I’m not.
I slip the panties on. Oh bugger, these will take some getting used to. I look down and admire the smoothness of my crotch area for a second. They fit perfectly, hanging off my girlish hips. I grin and leave the bathroom.
Bit by bit, David West's manhood is fading away. Now even his name is gone. It's time for a dress and a makeover, goodbye David, Hello Megan!
Catwalk -3-
“We were thinking while you were getting female in there.” says Gemma.
“About?”
“We need to work out your girl name for the program.”
“Oh right.” I say. I hadn’t really thought about this yet. “Any preferences?” she asks.
“Not especially.” I say.
“Great! Because you look like a Megan to me.” Paige says.
“Megan hmm?” I say. I turn and look at myself in the mirror, Paige is right. Megan suits me nicely. “Yeah, I like it.” I grin.
“All right then Megan, it’s time for your first bra.” says Jess, opening a plain black bra. “Put your arms out.” I do, she helps me put it on and Gemma clips it at the back. Woah, my first bra. Every bit as uncomfortable as my 11-year old sister claims. She got her first bra last week, I doubt she thought her big brother would follow her 5 days later.
There’s a knock on the door and a girl walks in.
“Jess, Gemma, you’re needed out here. Katie’s dress is too small for her, we need you two to alter it,” she says.
“All right. C’mon Jess. You ok to sort out the rest of Megan’s program outfit Paige?” asks Gemma.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” she winks.
Gemma and Jess leave with the girl, leaving me and Paige alone in the room.
“Okay Megan, you’re looking good but we’ve still got a lot to do. The program pictures are going to be taken in about an hour so we need to get you ready for that.”
“What exactly do I have to wear for this one?”
“Well there are going to be two photos, one in the formal dress, that’s for the front cover. And for the back cover, we’ve got to get a shot of you in lingerie.”
“Okay, so I just stick on the dress? That won’t take an hour.”
“It’s not just sticking on a dress. You need to wear the dress and tights, heels, long gloves and I need to give you a full makeover. Here, put these on.” Paige gives me a pair of black tights.
I take them and pull them on with ease. My ballet experience to the rescue again. “Okay, and now for the dress”. She produces the dress from out of nowhere. It’s black, it’s long, it has spaghetti straps ... and I’m about to wear it. This is surreal, I mean I’m a guy, it’s sort of a rule that we don’t wear dresses.
“Okay Megan put your arms up.” I do and she slips the dress onto me and pulls the straps over my shoulders. Once it’s on me, she spends a couple of moments tweaking it in places but then she stands back. She giggles a bit as she sits me down by a dressing table.
“Ever been given a makeover before?” asks Paige as she opens up a kit box full of different makeup.
“Well I’ve worn eyeliner and blusher a couple of times for the ballet shows but that’s about it.” I admit.
“Well you’ve been missing out! Makeup is brilliant, when you’re all made up, it makes you feel so confident. You’ll love it Megan, your days of a tomboy will be over the second you see yourself with makeup.”
“Okay, now let’s start off with off with some foundation.” says Paige, taking a bottle of skin coloured cream from the make up box. “Now close your eyes” she murmers as she squeezes a small bit of foundation on her hand. She then puts small dots on my nose, cheeks, forehead and chin. Then, with a slightly damp pad, she gently rubs it around my face to mix in the foundation.
“Powder next.” said Paige as she brushes some face powder around the same areas that she applied the foundation. “Now, a bit of blusher, pink I think. Smile and suck in your cheeks a bit please.” laughs Paige. I grin and do as she says. Paige rubs a brush into a small blusher compact and gets to work on my face. She spends only about half a minute applying the pink powder.
“Wow, that looks ...” I trail off, looking at my face in the mirror. I can barely recognise myself, a passing resemblance maybe. I’m not sure weather I like it or not. Although the fact that I don’t hate it is something.
“Is that the sound of you enjoying your little makeover?” grins Paige.
“Could be worse.” I admit, with a big grin on my newly female face.
“Well you’ll love the look of the eye makeup I’ve got in store for you Megan.”
“What’s first?”
“Eyeliner.” grins Paige. She turns to take the black eyeliner pencil from the makeup box.
“Okay, keep your eyes open for this bit”
I open my eyes wide and Paige outlines them in the black pencil. “A bit of light purple eye shadow, close your eyes.” I close them and Paige runs the small brush over my lids. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
I open them and Paige has a mascara tube in her hand. “Now, a bit of mascara.” I open my eyes wide again and Paige applies thick black mascara to my eyelashes. “One last crucial detail to go,” says Paige “you need Lipstick. Now pout a bit.”
I try to emulate all the Marilyn Monroe pictures I had seen and Paige laughs as she does my lips in red.
“How about nails now?” she grins.
She spends a while carefully manicuring and tending to my nails, then comes the colour. A deep red. They look great when she’s finished and the manicure was really nice.
“That’s your makeup done Megan. Now the outfit only needs one more thing. Shoes!”
She swivels my chair around. She has a pair of black high heels, two inches. Over the next quarter of an hour, I twist my ankle twice and swear in a very ‘un-lady-like manner’ five times. But by the end of it, I’m walking like a pro.
“That’s not bad Megan, it look me much longer to get used to heels.” Paige grins. “Just stick these on." she tosses me a pair of elbow length black gloves. I pull them on. "Wait a sec, why did you do my nails if I'm gonna wear gloves?"
"Because you enjoyed it. Now take a good look in the mirror Megs.”
I turn towards the mirror and I get a good shock again. It’s that redhead again. She’s all made up now, wearing clothes as well. The dress she’s wearing really works with her hair. She looks like she could be a model or a film star. What she does not look like, is a fifteen year old boy.
“Megs ... David, I’m not sure how to say this. Do you want to be a girl?” says Paige from behind me. I just ... don’t know what to say.
The door open, Gemma and Jess walk in and start yammering.
“Wow Megan, you look hot. You should wear makeup more often. Now we were thinking Megs,” grins Gemma “you’ve been doing ballet for a good few years and you haven’t even worn a tutu. So we’re adding an extra outfit into the mix. You get to be a pretty ballerina. We’ll try it when we finish the photo-shoot.”
She has in her hands: a deep purple girl’s leotard, pink tights, pink ballet shoes, and a long light-pink tutu with an elasticised waist. She plonks them down on a table.
“Now c’mon, it’s time to get the photos done gorgeous.” says Jess.
As they lead me away, Paige shoots me a meaningfull look and Jess comments on how I even walk like a girl “in those heels”.