“Uh… this is a dress. For girls. Why is the skirt so short?” Darius let the contents of the small package fall down to the seat of his chair. Blouse, skirt, sneakers… it would be almost normal if it wasn’t girly clothing for girls, Darius felt Fred thinking in tandem with him. An almost stereotypically feminine wig in a plastic bag tumbled out of the bottom of the bundle.
Mr. Hollyhock narrowed his eyes slightly, in a way Darius could only read as hateful. “This is you getting lucky, Fredrick. Napoli Studios couldn’t find enough female actors for extras in this school scene, so that means YOU get to be one of them. Enough makeup and nobody will even figure it out until it comes out on DVD.” The old man picks up the costume’s underpants as if they were an old banana peel. “C’mon, kid, suit up.”
Soft, white cotton whispers its way up Fred’s legs. The fabric is the first pleasant feeling Darius has experienced in the last day or so. He brushes aside the shivers he’s feeling as simply being touch-starved, rather than truly enjoying what was happening.
“Nnf.”
“Yeah, looks pretty ‘nnf’ to me too.” Curtis jabs a pointer finger at the bulge on the front of Fred’s panties. “About a whole half-chub worth of ‘nnf’ already, and we’ve barely started yet. You know that if that’s visible on camera you’re going to be fired, right?”
Darius darted Fred’s hands over his crotch. Just because he was stealing someone’s identity didn’t mean he was okay with ruining their life. He’d just have to be careful, that’s all…
“You’re too young to need a bra, so let’s just get on with the rest of the clothes.” Curtis passed the boy a pair of frilly white bobby socks. Darius was surprised both that someone was still selling these antiquated things, and that they felt no different than any other cotton socks.
“Don’t girls wear stretchy black pants under their skirts most of the time?”
“This film is a 90’s period piece, sorry.” Darius quickly felt a thigh-length yellow skirt wrap around his waist, and a sky-blue blouse drop over his head. The shoulders on the blouse were just puffy enough to hide his square shoulder blades. He swayed his hips from side to side, watching how the skirt moved. If he walked slowly, didn’t sit down and stayed away from any strong winds, he’d be able to get through the shoot without needing a second take.
None of this rationalization was making Fred’s unfortunate erection quiet down, however. Darius could feel the quiet pressure of an elastic waistband as their cock popped out of the top of their panties like an NC-17 rated turtle. He did his best to tuck the unwanted intruder into the corner of his thigh- and to ignore Curtis’ muffled laughter.
“Don’t they make special underwear to hide this stuff, uncle?”
“You underestimate how cheap this production is.” His uncle kicked the baby-blue low top sneakers towards him and tried not to look impatient while the kid laced them up. “We have makeup, at least.”
“Makeup?” Darius got to ask a split second before Curtis started brushing mascara over his eyelashes. Pale foundation, firetruck-red lipstick, completely redundant blush… it felt so complex, and so fragile. Good thing he’d only be wearing it for a few hours, he thought to himself.
The wig dropped on to his head with zero fanfare, completing his disguise. “I’d say that’s enough to pass on camera for a few seconds. You have about ten minutes left to get on set and in position. Chop, chop, motherfucker!”
And with a mighty shove, Darius was propelled onto the set of a junior high comedy. It was hauntingly familiar… the brownish-beige lockers in perfect rows, the dingy ivory tiles, the drop ceilings. It’s a public school, or a prison, or any cinder-block building built over 50 years ago. Darius did his best to blend in with the crowd of child extras, hands over the front of his skirt, walking slow but not too slow. Don’t look at the camera, he reminded himself. Don’t draw attention to yourself, and don’t do anything to require another take. You can do this, he reassured himself.
Despite his fear and his determination, Darius still felt his mind drift… felt Fred’s mind drift. Neither of them would be able to do this forever. There would have to be some change coming soon, and it would happen before the end of the day.