They say that, somewhere in the world, everybody has a twin.
Nothing was said about the sex of that twin…………
Part 2 - A meltdown, flashback to Halloween, a chat with Donna, a new roommate!
By Karen J. Taylor
Copyright 2006 by author
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Nothing was said about the sex of that twin…………
Donna: When Elliot rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, I knew things had gone too far. I knocked on the door “El? Elliot?” I rattled the doorknob. “Elliot, open the door. Elliot?” I didn’t hear anything, and I didn’t like that.
When I turned around, Sarah, Tina, and Kathy were all standing there. Kathy looked scared and worried, Sarah and Tina both looked scared and guilty. “I’ll talk to you two later. Somebody get me a coat hanger.”
In short order, I’d popped the lock and went inside. Elliot was curled up in a ball on the floor, shaking like a leaf. I kneeled down and put my hand on his shoulder “Elliot?”
He spun around, put his arms around my neck and started sobbing. I gathered him up like I would one of my children and carried him into the backroom, waving off the girls when they started to follow.
After sobbing for several minutes, he started running down. I stretched him out on the couch, and he rolled over facing the back and pulled his arms up over his head.
Incredibly, within a few minutes he was asleep. Well, maybe not so incredibly, considering the physical trauma he’d recently been though, plus the emotional devastation, his energy reserves had to be pretty low. I covered him using a large towel as a blanket and stepped out into the shop.
“Kathy, would you please stay with him for now. He’ll probably sleep for awhile, but if you have any problems, yell.”
I then turned to Sarah and Tina, “My office”.
They walked in and I sat down behind my desk. “Sit down”
After several minutes of silence I asked, “Well, does anybody want to explain?”
Tina tried to bluster. “You’re not my mother, I don’t have to explain myself to you!”
“No, you don’t. Why don’t you go tell Kathy not to throw those boxes away after she unpacks, you’re going to need them.”
“I didn’t mean I was quitting!”
“Well, make up your mind. I’m not your mother, but this is my business, and you work for me. Something caused Elliot to freak out in my shop and I want to know what’s going on.”
“Well, you know I’ve been worried about Elliot since his accident, and Robyn’s death,” Sarah said. “He’s been so depressed. Yesterday, when he saw Kathy, it seemed to crack him out of his shell, and we thought it would be fun to make him up like Kathy. Maybe it would get him out into the world again. I thought it was working.”
“What about his eyes,” I asked.
“I guess we did get a little carried away,” Tina admitted, “but he looked so pretty with those arched eyebrows and the lashes are just gorgeous! We did the same thing to Kathy!”
“Yes but Kathy is a girl, Elliot isn’t. What lashes did you use?”
“The Long and Luscious in medium brown.”
"Tina! The Long and Luscious are over half an inch long!”
“Well, maybe that wasn’t a good choice.”
“That certainly is an understatement,” I said. “Now, what about his nails?”
"Well, we used that new Lexan break-proof nail extension coating,” Sarah said. “It seemed like a good idea.”
“Oh, My, God! You plucked out his eyebrows, gave him semi-permanent lashes that make him look like he’s always wearing mascara, and put nail extensions on him that have to be cut with a diamond file. And you thought this was a ‘good idea’? If I was your mother, I’d haul you both out back of the woodshed!”
“We were just having a little fun,” Sarah said defensively.
“Sarah, let me put it to you this way: you took somebody who’s been severely depressed, who considers you to be a friend, somebody that you claim you care about, and played a mean practical joke on him.”
“We didn’t mean any harm.”
“I can’t begin to estimate the harm you’ve done, but think about what just happened. Did that look like somebody who’s head is screwed down tight?”
“It’s worse than you realize,” Kathy, who’d come into the office in time to hear the last, said.
“Yeah, we talked for awhile last night, and he had a pretty chaotic childhood, moving from one foreign country to another as his father was transferred around, never having any close friends. His father broke up his first serious relationship, dragging him back to the States, where he got beat up several times a week for his long hair and girly appearance. I admit I participated in last night’s events myself. I‘m as guilty as they are. But right now we need to get him home, can somebody help me?”
“Certainly,” I said. “Did you get your car unloaded?”
“Ok, I’ll bring my car around to the back door and we’ll get El loaded in the backseat. You ride with me, and one of these two,” and I indicated Sarah and Tina with a wave of my hand, “can follow in your car. When Elliot feels like talking, give me a call and I’ll come over. I’ll defer any further action until I see how he is, and how he feels.”
We got Elliot loaded in my car, and when we got to his house, Kathy and I put him to bed. I felt my eyebrows achieve orbit when I saw the gaff he was wearing, and Kathy’s face went from red to white and back.
“You can tell me about that later. Please stay with him for at least the next 24-48 hours; I’m concerned about what he might do. If you need anything, call and I’ll bring it over.”
“Yes, Donna. Donna, I’m sorry for what I did.”
“Well, that’s more than those other two have said, they’re still trying to justify their actions.”
Elliot: I woke with a start, feeling panicked for some reason. What had happened? I knew something had, but I couldn’t remember what.
“How do you feel?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin, “Who’s that!”
“Oh, sorry Elliot, it’s Kathy.”
“I didn’t know anybody was there.” She moved around where I could see her. “How did I, I mean, I’m at home…” I looked around and yes, I was in my bedroom.
“What do you remember,” Kathy asked.
“We woke up this morning,” and I smiled without realizing it. “We went out to eat, and oh, the costume shop!” I glanced under the covers, nope, hadn’t dreamed that! That was when I realized I was in bed wearing a bra and panties. “What the…”
“Anything else?” Kathy prompted.
I thought some more, then it all came back. “We went to the salon and I made a fool out of myself!
“NO! You did NOT make a fool out of yourself! You had an emotional overload. Completely understandable.” Kathy sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’ve been through a lot the last couple of months, and the last 24 hours have been pretty intense. Plus you had a dirty trick played on you. Those two are in plenty of hot water.”
“But, but…” and I could feel my chin shaking as I struggled to get my emotions under control, “Sarah’s the only friend I’ve got!”
“No, not the only friend,” and I was again in Kathy’s arms as I cried, but this time the tears were more of relief than pain.
After I cried myself out, Kathy suggested I go back to sleep. “Let me get you a shirt to wear, you’ll be more comfortable.” She came back with a long t-shirt, nothing girly about it other then it came down to mid-thigh. I lay back down and was quickly out.
(Kathy waited to make sure he was truly asleep, then went into her bedroom and changed into a similar nightshirt. She came back into El’s bedroom and curled back up in the chair she’d brought in, positioned where she could see Elliot’s sleeping form.)
The next time I awoke, the sun was streaming in the window, and I felt warm and protected. The reason for that soon became obvious, as I found that Kathy was curled up with me. My movements woke her up, and she looked around somewhat dazed.
“How did I end up here?” she asked.
“Well, I guess I wasn’t the only one who needed to be held. Your life hasn’t been exactly smooth, either.” We lay there, arms around each other, our faces just a few inches apart. Feeling it was right, I moved forward and kissed her gently. She tightened her arms around me and returned it. Well, that was nice! Kathy was looking at me with a somewhat bemused expression.
“What is it?” I asked.
“How come you don’t have a beard? Your face isn’t even rough.”
“Well, according to the doctor, some of the steroids he has me on have the same effect on the body as estrogen, so my testosterone levels are really low. He’ll have to stop them in a couple more weeks, or I’ll become permanently sterile, but short term effects are reversible.”
Changing the subject, Kathy asked if I was ready for breakfast. I said sure, and she laughed. “Great! I’m going to hop in the shower. Call me when it’s ready!”
Well, I can whip up something. By the time Kathy got out of the shower, I had a pot of coffee going, scrambled eggs with bacon and cheese were ready to dish, and a pan of biscuits (store-bought, not scratch) would be done in a minute. I’d also pulled out some of the protein concentrate that the doctor had recommended and mixed it with some orange juice.
“Hey, not bad!” Kathy sat down with me and soon made short work of the meal. She tasted my liquid breakfast and made a face. “No wonder you don’t eat much, if it all tastes like that.”
“Well, it’s better than an IV.”
“You gonna take a shower?”
“Yes, if you left any hot water.”
“Go ahead, you cooked, I’ll get the dishes.”
Entering the bathroom, I turned on the radio, and switched to my favorite CD, Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors. Hopping in the shower, I started singing along as I washed up. “Gold Dust Woman” has always been a favorite of mine, and I started belting it out along with Stevie.
Kathy: Going into Elliot’s bedroom to pick up yesterday’s clothes to throw into the wash, I paused to listen to his singing. “Wow“, I thought to myself, “he sounds almost like her!” I remembered what Sarah said about his Halloween costume. “Hmmm, starts to make sense. I gotta hear this story!”
Elliot: When I got out of the shower, I realized none of my clothes were going to fit, and with the breast forms and gaff glued on, I didn’t have any choice but to borrow from Kathy. Putting on my robe, I walked down the hall in search of her. “Hey, Kathy….”
“Let me guess, you need something to wear.”
“Let me go grab a box out of the garage, I think the one I want is in there.”
"Ok, I’ll be in my bedroom.”
Kathy: It only took me a minute to locate the right box. Coming down the hall, I again heard Fleetwood Mac playing and Elliot singing along, this time it was “The Chain”. As I pulled stuff out of the box, I thought to myself that he sure picked the dark songs. Listening to him sing along, I remembered the HBO concert The Mac did, when Nicks sang this song she was glaring at Lindsay Buckingham like she was shooting daggers from her eyes. Perhaps the pain in those songs spoke to something in him. Grabbing the clothes I was looking for, I headed down the hall.
Elliot: “Here you go” Kathy said, throwing me some stuff. “These will do for kicking around the house.”
“Is this a dress?” I asked, shaking out the top garment.
“No, it’s more properly called a tunic. There are pants to wear under it. Oh, and here’s a clean bra and panties. I think you’ll be more comfortable with the proper support.”
Kathy left the room and I quickly dressed. Not a bad look, I thought to myself, and fairly comfortable. The tunic came down to about mid-thigh, and the pants were snug, but with plenty of give. I slipped on my sneakers and went looking for Kathy.
She was just starting a load of laundry, when it was going she said, “Let’s sit down in the living room and chat, why don’t we? Is there anymore coffee?”
“Unless you drank it all while I was in the shower.”
When we were comfortable with hot steaming cups in front of us, Kathy commented, “I heard you singing with the CD this morning, you sounded amazing!”
I tried to make light of it, “You know what they say about shower acoustics”.
“No, I heard you in the bedroom also, you sounded just like Stevie Nicks! Is that how you ended up doing her on Halloween?”
“Well, it was Robyn’s idea, really.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Well, we’d been invited to this big Halloween party being thrown at one of the local nightclubs. It was invitation only, and Robyn was excited about going. The theme was “Music” and all costumes had to be theme-related.”
“A couple of days before, Sarah was trimming my hair at the shop, and Robyn met me there to get hers trimmed. She’d already decided she was going as Crystal Gayle, with her hair it was a natural. Robyn was getting her trim, and I was waiting on her so we could go eat. The Mac was on the stereo, and as you noticed, I like to sing along,” I said as the memories came flooding back . . .
“Sarah asked you what your costume is,” Robyn said.
“Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t decided,” I replied.
“ELLIOT!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU HAVEN’T DECIDED!” Robyn screeched.
Oops, I’m in for now. “I’ll figure something out.”
“You’d better! You know how important this party is!”
“OK, OK, don’t worry.”
“HAH!” was her reply. The stereo quit just then, and I grabbed the chance to slip away by going into the backroom and restarting the Fleetwood Mac CD. It was the Very Best Of Fleetwood Mac, and pretty soon I was happily singing along to “Rhiannon”, oblivious to the looks I was getting from Robyn and Sarah, and the whispering that was going on.
Robyn got up and told Sarah “Ok, we’ll see you Saturday”. “Let’s go” to me and off we went.
Saturday morning Robyn was up bright and early, unusual as she normally liked to sleep in on Saturdays. In response to my question, she told me she was going costume shopping with Sarah.
“Have you picked out your costume yet?”
“Oh, I figured I’d throw on some ripped jeans and stick some drumsticks in my pocket,” mentally preparing for being yelled at. To my surprise, she didn’t get mad.
“Let me get my tape and measure you, I can pick up some things for you to wear. That ok with you?” I readily agreed, grateful that I’d avoided a fight. She measured me up and down, even measuring my feet. I questioned that, and she said it was in case she ran across something that might look good.
Robyn got back to the house about noon, laden with sacks.
“Must have had good luck,” I said.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve got some great stuff here,” she replied with a grin. Reaching into one sack, she pulled out a bottle and tossed it to me. “Here, go take a shower and smear this all over, I’ll come in and do your arms, chest and back.”
"Hey, this is hair remover!”
“Yes, it’s for your costume. Since you wouldn’t do anything about selecting one, I’ve chosen for you. Now get in the shower!”
“What are you planning?”
“Don’t worry, it’s one you’ll be really good as.”
“What if I don’t like it, and what is it anyway?’
“Look, buster, I told you this party was important to me. You had your chance to pick a costume, and as usual, you put it off. You’re going to wear the costume I picked, and you’re going to the party!” Her voice told me if I didn’t, it was going to be pretty nasty around the ol’ homestead for a while.
When I got through depleting myself, Robyn made sure I shaved really close, then it was, “Get dressed, we’ve got to be at the shop in 15 minutes.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Sarah is going to do our hair and makeup for the party, come on!”
“Make-up! What for?”
“COME ON!” I remembered the line that starts “Hell hath no fury” and decided I’d better cooperate, or plan on sleeping in the spare bedroom for a long time.
When we got to the shop, Sarah grabbed me right away and seated me in her chair. Pulling the perm cart over, she said, “This will take several hours, so relax.”
“Wait a minute, why am I getting a perm?”
Sarah looked at Robyn, who was seated at the nail station, getting her nails done. “Haven’t told him, huh?”
“Nope, I just told him he’d better cooperate.”
“Told me WHAT!”
“We figured it out the other day,” Sarah said with a grin. “If you didn’t come up with a costume on your own, we were going to dress you as your favorite singer.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“It’s perfect for you, you’ve got the voice down perfect,’ Sarah giggled while Robyn smiled.
“You’ve got to be kidding! I can’t do that!”
“Yes you can,” Sarah said, while Robyn was a bit more emphatic, “You can and you will!”
“With a perm to give your hair the proper fullness, a bit of a trim for the bangs, and some makeup and clothes, you’ll look great!” Sarah said. “We picked up a great outfit for you this morning, you’ll be smashing!”
“I don’t know about this…” I begin but Robyn cut me off.
“You had your chance, I’ve been bugging you for weeks to pick a costume. Now shut up, quit whining and let Sarah get to work. You ARE going to do this, or else!”
Well, I knew what ‘or else’ meant, so I shut up.
After at least a half an hour of combing, parting, and rolling, my hair was all done up in various sizes and colors of curlers. Then Sarah wound cotton around my head and applied the first solution. She popped a cap over my head and stuck me under a drier.
“Back in a bit,” and she went off to chat (conspire?) with Robyn.
35 minutes later, she came back, lifted the cap and partially unwound a curler.
“Not quite, but the color’s looking good.”
“Yes, to make it look good, we needed to highlight your hair. Five more minutes.”
When she came back, she took me over to the shampoo bowl and thoroughly rinsed the curlers. After blotting them dry with a towel, she applied another chemical, the neutralizer she called it.
“Sit tight while that works, be right back.”
She and Robyn went outside, and soon came back in with the sacks Robyn had brought back from shopping, taking them into the backroom.
“Alright, time to get to work,” and Sarah again rinsed the curlers thoroughly, then unwound them from my head. Boy, does that feel good!
She rinsed my hair again, then applied some conditioner. After letting that stay on for a few minutes, she rinsed it again. Then wrapping a towel around my head, she took me back to her station.
Unwrapping the towel, she finger-fluffed my hair, then pulled out the hand dryer and started drying my hair, fluffing it with her fingers as she worked. Wow, I couldn’t believe how full it was, and I had to admit the color looked good.
Turning me away from the mirror, she grabbed her scissors and started snipping away around my face. It certainly seemed like she was taking a lot off, for a “bit of a trim”, but I didn’t have much to say about the process, it seems she and Robyn had already decided my fate. After a couple of final snips, she pronounced herself satisfied.
She then picked up a bag that turned out to be loaded with cosmetics, and started working on my face. She tutted to herself, said something like “that’s gotta go” and attacked my eyebrows with a pair of tweezers.
“Don’t worry, I’m just cleaning things up a bit”.
Next she pulled out some makeup and went to work on my face. First she dabbed some makeup on my face, and smoothed it all over with a small sponge.
"Close your eyes," and I could feel her drawing on my eyelids.
"Now open your eyes really wide, and don't blink." She went to work with a small brush, that would be the mascara, I assumed.
"Close them again," and she was brushing something on my eyelids.
Next she brushed something on my cheeks, after telling me to suck in my cheeks "so I can see your cheekbones."
She took a pencil and ran it over my eyebrows, then swapped it for another and drew along my lips. She took a tube of lipstick and applied it to my lips.
Handing me a tissue she told me "Put this between your lips and go like this," pursing her lips. I did, and left a lip print on the tissue.
"Close your eyes and hold still," and she dusted a brush over my face.
Then she called Tina over. “There, do you think?” fooling with my ears.
“That looks great! One or two?” Tina asked.
“Oh, two I think.”
“Why not three?” Tina asked.
“No, I think two will do,” Sarah replied. “Ready? 1 - 2 -3!” and on three there was a sharp pain in both my ears, quickly followed by a second round.
I yelped,“What did you do?”
“We pierced your ears. Don’t worry; all the guys have pierced ears these days. I’m going to take these out and put in some hoops for tonight, but you’ll need to put the starter earrings back in when you get home. I’ll give you a care sheet. Now, just time for a manicure, then you need to get dressed.”
She led me over to the manicure station where the nail technician proceeded to file and shape my nails, then apply a coat of vivid red nail polish.
“Oh-h-h, that looks good! You’ve got nice hands. You ought to get your nails done more often.”
“As if…” I replied.
When my nails were dry Sarah took me into the backroom. Robyn, I noticed, had darker hair and was wearing a long dress with a country & western motif on the top. She had a wireless mike lying with her purse (where did she get that?).
“Ok, El, time to change,” Robyn said. She picked up some long filmy garments, and I realized we were doing Nick’s white witch look.
“Go into the bathroom and strip, then let me know. I’ll help you with your ‘things’.” Well, I was already past the point of no return, so I did as she said.
When she came in, she had a bra with the cups filled with some kind of material.
"This is a mastectomy bra, it well give you the appropriate shape when combined with this,” which turned out to be a waist cincher. “But first we need to secure ‘junior’,” Robyn said. “You’ll be sitting down to pee tonight.”
First she fastened a garter belt around my waist. Then taking some tape, she made a loop in the middle and secured it around my penis. She pulled it back between my legs and pulled the tape up between my cheeks like a thong, and secured the ends to the garter belt in back. Handing me some sheer white panties to pull up over everything, she then picked up the cincher and fastened it around me.
“Stretch up and grab the shower curtain bar.” I did and she proceeded to pull the laces tight on the cincher.
“It’s starting to get a little tight,” I told her.
“If you can talk, it’s not tight enough! Now exhale!” she replied.
Soon I was laced up so tight I could barely breath.
“That will give a little after you wear it for awhile. Sit down and I’ll help you with your stockings.” She pulled up a pair of white stockings and secured them to the garter belt.
“Ooh, your legs look great!”
“Thanks, I think.”
Standing me back up, she helped me step into a long, flowing, filmy, lacey dress. It had long sleeves and a fairly low cut top, which showed without actually showing. A short jacket with wide, flowing sleeves and a pair of low-heeled sandals completed the look.
“Look in the mirror,” and she turned me to face it.
“!!!!!” Looking back at me was a virtual Stevie Nicks clone! Except for my height (Stevie is a little slip of a thing), I could have been her waiting to go on stage.
“Told you it’d look good!” Sarah, who’d just stepped into the room, said to Robyn.
“Shall we go? Robyn asked her.
“Just let me grab my purse,” Sarah replied. I was still staring at myself in the mirror when there was a flash. I turned around to find Sarah standing there with a disposable camera.
“Great, now a couple of you two together.” Robyn stood next to me, and Sarah snapped several more.
Robyn gathered up our clothes and dumped them in the bags. She picked up a white beaded purse with a long strap and handed it to me. “I put your money and ID’s in here, I’ll dump this stuff in the car.”
“The party doesn’t start for another hour and a half, what are we going to do until then,” I asked.
“We have a dinner reservation at the Olive Garden in 15 minutes.”
“Looking like this! And with this cincher on, I couldn’t eat a thing.”
“I’m wearing one also, so we’ll both be eating light. But we need to eat something before the party, so let’s go!”
We went, not to my car, but Sarah’s. “Sarah will drop us off at the party.”
“How will we get home?”
“I’m going to change and meet you there, I’ll drive you home afterwards,” Sarah said.
When we got to the restaurant, Robyn spoke to the hostess and we were seated promptly.
Our waitress squealed in delight when she came to the table, “You two look great! Let me guess - Crystal and Stevie, right?”
“In one,” Robyn replied.
“You’re not wearing a costume?” she asked, turning to Sarah.
“I’m the ugly stepsister, at least compared to these two!”
“Well, what would you ladies like?” Robyn and I both ordered a small salad and some pasta.
We both ordered water, but the waitress came back with a small bottle of red wine.
“Compliments of the gentlemen over there,” she said and pointed at a couple of men in suits at a nearby table.
“Tell them thank you, but we’re going to a private costume party after we eat, so they shouldn’t expect anything,” Robyn informed her.
“I figured you were going to the costume party at Rick’s Place, that’s what I told them, but they said ‘pretty ladies like you deserved a nice bottle of wine with your meal,’” she replied.
“They did ask if they could get their picture taken with you, though. Especially Stevie here, they can’t get over how beautiful you look.”
“Well, ‘Stevie’, what do you think,” Robyn asked me
“That’s fine by me,” I replied with more poise than I felt.
“Wow, you even sound like her!” the waitress exclaimed. “You’re really into this!”
The waitress went over to talk to the men, and Sarah joked, “I guess I’ll go crawl back under my rock now. Nobody will miss me!”
Our waitress returned with the men, and we stood as they approached.
“Thank you for the wine,” Robyn told them.
“Our pleasure. I understand you’re going to a costume party?”
“That’s right, it’s one of the big events of the year,” Robyn replied.
“Well, you both look great, nobody’d know those are costumes. If we can get a couple of pictures, then we’ll let you ladies eat in peace.”
He handed a camera to our waitress, and we posed with them for several shots. About then our food arrived and we managed to excuse ourselves.
“Enjoy that, did you?” Sarah asked me.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“The way you were smiling at them, and you blushed so prettily when the one caught your eye, I know he thought you were flirting with him!”
“You were,” Robyn said. “Don’t forget, you’re MY girl!”
Sarah dropped us in front of the club, and after checking our invitations the doormen admitted us. We were fairly early, and there were still lots of tables.
“Sarah said to get one down front, close to the dance floor,” Robyn said, and she headed that way.
Me, I’d have preferred one in the back. The waitress came by and Robyn ordered two Bloody Marys.
“That’ll help you relax, we’ll switch to water or something later.”
Things started to pick up, and Sarah showed up just before the band started playing. She was dressed in bellbottoms and a flower-print blouse with love beads. In reply to my question, she said, “I’m a groupie.”
“Okay, but that’s not very imaginative.”
"Well I don’t look like anybody famous like you,” she commented. “You’re going to have to sing for us tonight.”
Sarah just smiled. The band started up, and we accepted about one out of every three dance invitations. The waist cincher kept me uncomfortable enough that I couldn’t really move well.
The band went on break, Robyn and I got in line for the Ladies, no way was I going to go the Men’s in this outfit.
When we got back to the table, Sarah was talking to the lead singer for the band. He glanced at me, then smiled and nodded to Sarah.
“What was that?” I hissed at Sarah.
“Oh, nothing much,” she replied. The band started up about then, and I turned down some more dance invitations. They played several songs, then the leader waved for silence.
“We have a special treat for you tonight, a guest singer. Ladies and Gentlemen, singing her hit song from Rumors, give it up for Stevie Nicks!” and he motioned to me! The crowd started cheering and applauding as I turned to Robyn.
“I can’t do this!”
“Yes you can! Just sing like you were the other day.” The leader was tugging on my arm, and the audience started chanting, “Sing! Sing! Sing!” I allowed myself to be pulled up on stage and stalled by adjusting the mike.
“Gold Dust Woman, right?’ the leader said.
“Uh, yeah,” I replied. They started playing, and right on time I came in.
Rock on - Gold Dust Woman,
Take your silver spoon,
Dig your grave.
By the middle of the song, people were standing and clapping their hands to the music. I reached over and picked up a tambourine lying on top of an amp and started shaking it like Stevie would do.
Well did she make you cry,
Make you break down,
Shatter your illusions of lovin
Now tell me is it over now,
Do you know how - to
Pickup the pieces and go home?
I even threw in the little vocal flourishes at the end, then stepped away from the mike and rattled the tambourine as the band played out the song.
I couldn’t believe it, everybody went nuts! They were cheering and clapping, yelling, “More, More, More!”
“Up for another?” the leader asked me.
“Guess so,” I replied.
“How about ‘Gypsy’, can you do that?”
“Uh, sure. It’s one of my favorites.”
And off we went.
So I’m back to the velvet… underground
Back to the floor… that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy… that I was,
To the gypsy... that I was
When we got to the end the lead guitarist took off on his solo like we’d been practicing it all week. Again I stepped back and let the band wrap it up, spinning and flourishing the tambourine. The crowd was applauding and cheering again.
“No, I need to take a break.”
He turned to the audience - “Ladies and Gentlemen - Stevie Nicks!” People cheered even louder! “Maybe we’ll be able to get her to perform later!”
“You’ve been holding out on me!” Robyn whispered (yelled) in my ear.
“Nope, just beginner’s luck!”
At the break, people kept coming up and asking me to do another number. A couple of guys from the band also asked me to do another.
“El, you’ve got to, people love ya!”
The lead singer/guitarist, who introduced himself as Greg, asked, “Can you do ‘The Chain’? We can play off each other, it oughta be dynamite!”
Robyn was motioning me on so I allowed myself to be persuaded to do “Just one more. That’s all, just one.”
I turned to Robyn and mouthed ‘bathroom’. We grabbed out purses and headed back. All the way, people were congratulating me on my performance. It was surreal! When we got into the Ladies, I almost collapsed.
“Robyn, I’m scared! I don’t know if I can do this!”
“Honey, you’re doing fine. I had Sarah order a round of shots; they should be there when we get back. That’ll help you relax.”
We got back in time to ask Greg to make the duet the last song of the set, to which he agreed.
“That will be perfect, go out on a big number.”
The band resumed playing, and we did the shots. It didn’t help my nerves that between each song the crowd chanted “Stevie! Stevie!” Finally, after a song Greg motioned to me.
As I got up, he announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, once again - Stevie Nicks!”
People started applauding as I took the stage, and one of the guys handed me the tambourine. The drummer started the rhythmic beat as Greg picked out the intro.
Listen to the wind blow,
Watch the sun rise.
Run in the shadows,
Damn your love,
Damn your lies
We started playing off each other, Greg looking aside at me as he sang, “And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again” and me firing back at him, “I can still hear you saying, You would never break the chain!”
Break the silence -
Damn the dark,
Damn the light
I stepped back during the instrumental portion, playing the tambourine and shooting dirty looks at Lindsay/Greg. It was great theater, and the people ate it up!
As the song ended, Greg announced, “Thank you everybody, How about a big hand for Ellen - ‘Stevie Nicks’. We’ll be back after the costume judging. Don’t forget to tip your bartenders and waitresses!” I gratefully took my seat.
The club owner, Rick, came up on stage and announced the judging for the various categories. As each contestant came up, the audience applauded and the sound was measured with a meter.
When he got to the ‘Best individual costume - female,” one of the names he called was Ellen Taylor.
Robyn and Sarah started tugging on my arms, “That’s you, go on!”
“But, I, but….”
“Get up there!” Robyn hissed.
As I walked up the sound was so loud I was afraid the walls would collapse.
“There’s no question about this one, the winner is Ellen ‘Stevie Nicks’ Taylor!” He handed me a check for $100, to my shock and amazement!
Then the time come for the overall winner. All the various winners were invited back on stage. Rick went down the line, holding his hand over each. When it was done, the guy on the sound meter handed Rick a slip of paper.
“Once again, it’s a walk away. The overall winner is Ellen Taylor!” As the audience applauded, Rick handed me a check for $500! All the winners posed for pictures, and I was given extra attention. I felt like a fraud!
When I sat back down I leaned over to Robyn, “Can we get out of here!”
“What! We’re having a great time!”
“You are, I’m not!”
“El, settle down, everything’s fine!” Then she saw the panic in my eyes and said, “Come on, let’s get some air”.
When we got outside, and got away from the people who kept coming up and congratulating me, she asked, “Alright, what’s the problem?”
“I’m not a girl!”
“You look like one, and you won best female costume.”
“And how come I was entered in that!”
“Well, that was a little joke.”
“I’m not laughing. I cheated the other contestants!”
“What do you plan on doing, do you want to go back in and explain?”
“Oh, Gawd, no! I just want to go home!”
“Look, let’s go in and have another drink, then if you still want to leave, we will. In the meantime, relax. Nobody has a clue.”
“Thanks, El! You’re great, honey!” and she kissed me. “I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”
“I don’t know how you talk me into this stuff.”
She snickered, “I know where your buttons are!”
When we got back to our table, Greg was sitting there with Sarah.
“Ellen, Greg’s got an offer you can’t refuse!”
Greg shot Sarah a look, then turned to me. “The thing is, we used to do a lot of Fleetwood Mac, and that sort of thing. But our singer quit. You’ve got the look, the attitude, and you can sing. Would you be interested in becoming our new singer?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
“You haven’t even heard the deal yet.”
“Look, one time is fun, but I couldn’t do it on a regular basis.”
“She gets stage fright,” Robyn interjected. “We had to go outside so she could calm down.”
“Oh, well, that is a problem.”
“So, you see why she can’t do it,” Robyn finished up.
“Yeah. Look, if you change your mind, here’s our card, give me a call.” He was smart enough not to stick around and pressure me.
“I can’t believe you turned him down!” Sarah said.
“Think about it, Sarah,“ Robyn said. “El’s got a major problem there.”
“Shut up, Sarah,” Robyn said, then turned to me and mouthed “one drink”. I made short work of it; then Robyn and I went to the Ladies one last time.
When we got back Greg was again sitting at the table. I groaned, and Robyn took my hand.
“Would you consider doing one more song? Just one, no more.”
“I don’t know if I can,” and I turned to Robyn in mute appeal.
“Maybe if you did a shot, and we could leave right afterwards,” she said. I was already feeling guilty about dragging her away; I knew she was having a good time.
“Sure, let me get you a round,” Greg said. Sarah passed, as she was our designated driver. Greg came back with Flaming Hookers, which is pretty much pure alcohol!
“What song?” I asked, and Greg replied “Rhiannon”.
I shot a sharp look at Sarah, knowing she’d set me up, again.
“Ok, first song of the set, no big announcement. We do it, then we’re leaving.”
“Sure, sure, great! Let me tell the band!”
He went to locate the others, and I turned to Sarah, “You owe me, big time!”
“YES!” I tossed the shot down and nearly choked. Robyn handed me a glass of water that I drank gratefully.
By then the band was back on the stage. Greg nodded to me, I braced myself and walked up and joined them. Greg picked out the intro and right on beat the drummer joined in.
Rhiannon rings like a bell thru the night
And wouldn't you love to love her.
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight,
And who will be her lover...
All your life you've never seen
A woman--taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win...
To my surprise, two girls stepped up on cue and provided the background vocals in the bridge and chorus:
Taken by, taken by the sky
Taken by, taken by the sky
Love’s a state of mind.
Love’s a state of mind
A part of me wished that somebody was taping it, it was beautiful! When the song ended, I turned to the girls and impulsively gave them each a big hug!
I then turned to Greg and said, “Thanks!”
He replied, “Think about it,” and handed me an envelope.
“So what happened then,” Kathy asked.
“We came home, and Robyn showed me how appreciative she was,” I replied. “Details NOT available on request!”
“And you haven’t dressed up as a girl since?”
“What about the band?
“Robyn called Greg and told him I’d had a big panic attack after I got home, and there was no way I could perform on stage.”
“What was in the envelope?”
“Fifty dollars and a note that said, “You earned it, thanks!” signed by all the members of the band.
We sat there in silence for several moments, I was lost in my memories, and Kathy was appraising my mental state.
Finally she cleared her throat, “Elliot, Donna would like to come over and talk to you. Do you feel up to it?”
“Aw, geez . . . “
“You don’t have to. But she’s concerned about you. Whatever happened, she wants to make sure you’re alright.”
I thought about it for a couple of minutes, Kathy not pushing me for an answer.
“Okay,” I finally said. “Give her a call.”
Kathy called her, and Donna said she’d be over in 15 minutes. By the time Donna got there, Kathy had made a fresh pot of coffee.
“Elliot, I want to start out by apologizing to you for what has happened. Appropriate actions will be taken to prevent this from happening again.”
“What kind of actions?” I asked.
“That’s part of what I’m trying to determine by talking to you. It’s pretty obvious that Sarah set you up, with Tina’s help,” Donna replied.
“And it’s not the first time,” Kathy added. “She did the same thing last Halloween, going so far as to tricking him into a public performance that could have exposed him to ridicule.”
“I didn’t say that,” I protested.
“Not in so many words, but your description of her actions makes it plain.”
“No, she was just helping Robyn!”
“Donna, I’d be willing to bet that the whole costume idea was Sarah’s to begin with, then she set it up so Elliot would have to perform on stage, and even entered him in the costume contest for best female as ’Ellen” Taylor,” Kathy said. “I don’t know why, but there’s more here than we know.”
“What about Tina,” Donna asked.
“I don’t know, I think she just went along with Sarah.”
“Okay. Now, what about that gaff Elliot is still wearing,” Donna asked. “Can you explain that?”
“Yes, in retrospect it wasn’t a smart idea, and if I’d known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have suggested it,“ Kathy said.
“Why did you do it?”
“When I saw how we looked after removing the makeup yesterday morning, I was concerned that Elliot’s half and half appearance would cause him problems. The gaff would eliminate one potential problem.”
“And. . . . I was being selfish, I liked having a “sister” again, and wanted him to stay that way a little longer. I didn’t know how emotionally loaded that could be,” she said.
Turning to me, she said, “Elliot, I apologize for what I did. It was wrong, and I’m sorry.”
I hung my head so they couldn’t see my face while my emotions ran around loose for a several minutes.
Finally I raised my head and looked at Kathy.
“I forgive you. You had no way of knowing what was going on, and I don’t believe you were being malicious in your actions.”
Kathy had tears running down her face I noticed, and I reached over and wiped them away, then took her hand and squeezed it. I held her hand and we sat and looked at each other for several minutes.
Donna’s “humph” brought our attention back to her.
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Elliot. I’d come to much the same conclusion myself,” Donna said.
“Now, Elliot, I’d like to have you talk to a friend of mine tomorrow afternoon. She’s a licensed psychological therapist and doctor, and she’s already cleared some time to see you.”
“You too, Kathy. This first visit is on me, if you decide you want to keep seeing her, you can make whatever arrangements are appropriate.”
“Well, if you think it’s a good idea…” I conceded.
“I think it would be a very good idea,” Donna told me.
“How did you get us in on such short notice,” Kathy asked.
“I do her hair,” Donna replied with a grin.
“Uh, what is she expecting to see,” waving my hand in the general direction of my altered appearance.
“I explained to her what had happened,” Donna replied with a smile, “And she said to tell you to show up however you felt comfortable. Well, I’ve got to be going. Elliot, as I told Kathy, feel free to call me if there’s anything I can do.”
“I will,” I replied.
“Kathy, will you walk with me out to my car, I need to talk about work.”
Kathy and Donna went outside, and I sat back down on the couch. There was a picture here, but the middle of it was all fuzzy. I wondered if I’d ever get everything in focus.
Kathy: I walked outside with Donna. “Kathy, take a couple of extra days to get this settled. I’ll pay you a base to help with your expenses.”
“That’s not a problem, I’ve saved a bundle not having to pay for a motel room. Do you think Elliot would let me stay here a little longer?”
“I’m sure he’d be glad to, and I think it would be a good idea. I’m still concerned about his mood swings. Run it by the doctor tomorrow. Oh, by the way, don’t get there early.”
“Why not,” I asked.
“Sarah will be there before you, I thought it would be a good idea for the doctor to talk to her first. I was already aware of some of this before I came over. There’s a half hour between the appointments, but no use in taking chances.”
As I walked back inside, I wondered how I could ask Elliot to let me stay here. He was still sitting in the living room, holding a cup of coffee.
“You all right?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I think so. I just don’t understand what Sarah was doing, or why,” he said.
“Neither do I,” I replied.
“Look, about you staying here...”
“Yeah, I need to talk to you about that.”
Elliot looked as if somebody had suddenly let all the air out. “Of course, you want to get a place of your own, I understand. Feel free to store anything here...” trailing off as he saw me smiling. “What?”
“Actually, I was going to ask if I could stay here for awhile,” I said. “It’s going to take me some time to build up a client base, and, uh, anyway, well, I kind of like it here. Maybe I could help out with the cleaning and stuff, until I could afford to pay some rent.”
“Kathy, you can stay as long as you want. I can use the help around the house, I’m still on the disabled list, and not supposed to do a lot of physical things. But I own the house free and clear, so don’t worry about rent. And it’s nice to have somebody else here, I don’t think I want to be alone anymore.”
I sat down next to him on the sofa and gave him a hug, which he returned after a moment. We started discussing the details of having a roommate: phone, keys, insurance coverage, and the like. Pretty soon we were shoulder to shoulder, going over notes on a pad, just like girlfriends.
Elliot turned to me and asked me, “Is this what you meant by the feeling of having a sister again, and liking it?”
“Yes, does that bother you?” I replied.
“No, actually I kinda like it too,” he said.
Elliot: I couldn’t believe how things had changed in 48 hours! It was like somebody had turned my life upside down. I guess you could say I was smitten! Kathy is gorgeous, smart, friendly, and seems to like and care about me. The twin thing is a little freaky, though. But it doesn’t seem to bother her. In fact, I suspect that it might be a plus in her eyes. The things she’s said, the way she’s acted, and the looks I’ve seen her giving me. Hm-m-m, I wonder which she prefers, Elliot or Karielle?
“What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?” I asked her.
“I dunno, got anything in mind?” she replied.
“Not really. We could watch TV, or just turn on the stereo, kick back and relax.”
“That sounds good. I do need to bring some boxes in and unpack some more stuff, since I’ll be living here for a while. Wanna help?”
We went out into the garage and transferred the rest of her stuff out of the trailer. “I’ll take that back tomorrow morning and get my deposit back,” Kathy commented.
“Now, these boxes here,” pointing to about a half-dozen she’d placed to the side, “need to go inside, as well as all this stuff on hangers. There is room for all this, isn’t there?”
“Not a problem. There are a few things in the closet; I’ll put them in the spare bedroom. The dresser’s empty.”
I grabbed a box and Kathy picked up an armload of the hanging stuff and we carried them into her bedroom.
I was going to go back for another box but Kathy stopped me. “Let's go through this stuff and put it away before dragging anything else in.”
Kathy opened the box and started putting the contents, mostly various items of underwear including some quite sexy lacy items, into the dresser. “See anything here you like?” Kathy asked with a grin.
“Uh, yeah, kinda.” I’d blushed more in the last 2 days than I had in the last 2 years!
“Well, if there’s anything you’d like to borrow, help yourself,” she replied with a smirk. I know I got even redder!
“Oh, Elliot, you’re such an innocent!” and she gave me a hug. “Now, how about handing me that stuff and I’ll hang it in the closet,” she asked.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
As I passed her items she would occasionally hold something up and ask me what I thought of it. A couple of the items got hooked over the closet doors. We returned to the garage several times, finally getting all the boxes she’d selected unloaded and the contents put away.
During the process we’d opened a bottle of white wine and each had a glass, it was a very pleasant way to spend the afternoon.
She took a couple of the dresses down that she’d hung on the closet door and held one up against her, a creamy yellow dress with a full skirt and half length sleeves.
“Like to see me in this,” she asked.
“Yes, it’s very pretty.”
“Ok. And here, you try this one on, I’ve noticed you like the rich blues,” handing me a blue knit sleeveless turtleneck dress.
“Come on, El, it’s just us here. I’ve always wanted to see myself from the outside, with you looking like that it’s the perfect opportunity,” she wheedled.
“Oh, ok,” I gave in.
“Great! You’ll need these,” and she pulled out a lacy blue bra and panties set from one drawer, and a pair of pantyhose from another. “Those white things you’re wearing would show through.”
She then shoved me out the door. “Go change!”
As I changed in my bedroom, I tried to figure out why I was doing this. Oh, yeah, because Kathy asked me to. I realized I wanted to keep Kathy happy, that having her here made me feel good.
The back zip on the dress gave me some difficulties but I finally got it up. Getting it down was going to be another problem, though.
When I walked back into her room Kathy exclaimed, “Ooh, that’s beautiful!”
“You look pretty good yourself,” I replied.
“You think so?” she asked, giving a spin, the dress floating out around her.
“Yes, one a scale of one to ten I’d give you a, oh, I don’t know….”
“A nine?” Kathy asked hopefully.
“No, not a nine. I was thinking, maybe, oh…. an eleven. No, a twelve. Yes, that’s it, a twelve!”
Kathy swatted me on the arm, “You tease! You’re at least a twelve yourself!”
“Get outta here!”
“Nope, a definite twelve! Give me a turn,” so I turned around for her. The knit fit really well, like a glove, and felt good against my legs.
“Ooh, I like! Here, put this one on next,” handing me another dress.
We each tried on several more dresses, and somewhere along the line I quit worrying about what I was doing. I also quit leaving the room to change; we’d both strip to our undies and put on the next outfit.
We finally ran out of outfits that Kathy had selected to model, by then it was early evening. “Lets get more comfortable and watch some TV,” Kathy said.
She rummaged through her clean laundry and came up with the blue baby doll nightie and handed it to me. She pulled out the matching pink one and started to put it on, so I stripped and put the blue one on.
She fished around in the closet and came up with some slip-on heels, mules she called them, that matched the nighties and handed the blue pair to me. I stumbled a bit as I tried to walk in them; the heel was probably 4 inches!
“You get used to them. Come on, I think the movie on HBO starts at eight.”
I settled on the couch, Kathy having ducked into the kitchen to refill our wine glasses.
“Scoot over” and she sat down next to me, putting the glasses on the coffee table.
The movie was a typical chick flick and I soon started to doze off. Kathy noticed me nodding, and putting an arm around me, pulled my head down on her shoulder. It had been a long day for me, and I was quickly asleep.
I awoke some undetermined time later to find that Kathy and I were again curled up in each other’s arms. The TV was buzzing away with some mindless fair, so I shut it off.
I then shook Kathy, “Come on, sleepyhead, time for bed.”
“It’s late, time for bed,” I repeated and pulled her upright.
“Go on, I’ll turn the lights off. Good night, Kathy.”
She grabbed my arm and pulling herself up to me, gave me a kiss and said “G-night luv.”, then stumbled down the hall.
I made a check of the all the doors, then turned off the lights and headed down the hall myself.
I walked into my bedroom, flipped on the light and saw Kathy was curled up on one side of my bed, eyes closed.
The light made her squeeze her eyes shut even more and she mumbled, “comeontobedshutthelightoff”.
I was undecided about sharing the bed again, although it is a large bed. Then she clearly said “Lights - Bed - Now”, so, what the hell! I turned out the light, felt my way to the side of the bed and climbed under the sheets. Kathy slid over and cuddled up to me, then seemed to drop into a sound sleep, as I soon did also.
I woke up the next morning to something tickling my face. I opened one eye and saw Kathy had a hold of a lock of my hair and was brushing it across my face.
“So, Sleeping Beauty awakes,” she said softly.
“Yes, awakes to the charms of another beauty. I could get used to this quite easily,” I replied. Kathy snuggled up next to me, putting her arm part way around me and kissed me.
“Me, too. I can’t think of any better way to wake up in the morning.” WOW!
“We can do this every morning if you’d like,” she continued.
I’ve never had anything occur as rapidly as this, I was breathless. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
We kissed again, and again, the kisses becoming longer and more intense. We were fondling each other, exploring the various erotic nerve endings.
I started rubbing her nipples, which seemed to bring her no end of pleasure. Her attempt to do the same for me met with less success.
"If those were real, you’d enjoy this a lot more,” she whispered.
“Well, I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.
“If you do, you won’t regret it,” she said, then started kissing my neck and shoulders. That distracted me from thinking about what she’d said.
After some more fun in bed, we adjourned to the shower for a cleanup. I like having somebody to wash my back.
This is the second part of a fairly long story, with several sequels in the works. I have had the assistance of Angel O'Hare, who has kindly proofread portions of it. Any mistakes left are mine.
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