Paul began to eat the leftover pizza, bit found he couldn't get through the amount he had put on his plate. It seemed his appetite was considerably reduced. 'Gary' Saw the young woman struggleing so suggested “How about I help get you ready for the concert before Alex arrives? We really need to somehow tie up your hair”
“I suppose so” Paul replied. His hair kept getting in his eyes. He didn’t want it getting in the way at the concert.
He was led to Mary’s room and 'Gary' went to work on his hair with a brush and some hair pins. “So you still want to go? It’s not too late to pull out”
“I don’t want to miss out. I've always wanted to see the band live. Who knoes when they will every come here again?”
“You are comfortable in that body, presenting as an attractive young woman?”
"Not really comfortable but .... Maybe I am?..... It certainly did feel strange at first but every minute I’m feeling more acclimatised. I'm getting used to a body that jiggles all over the place when I move”
“I notice you have pierced ears. Are you comfortable enough to wear earrings? You can borrow any of mine. I certainly can't use them at the moment"
“Do you think it appropriate?”
“I do actually. You should at least put studs in to keep the holes open. I have some earrings that I think will go very well with your look”
Paul allowed 'Gary', his former mother to put the earrings in. He was surprised by her choice not small studs but large gold coloured hoops. “That’s not what I imagined”
“Maybe? But they look nice on you. They go with your hair”
“They feel heavy”
“You will get used to them. Now how about some make-up? I can’t imagine the real Chelsea would go to a concert without at least lipstick”
“Most of the girls at the concert will be goths with black or purple lipstick” Paul commented
“Did you want black lipstick? I’m not sure I have any”
“God no! I think red lipstick like you wear is much more attractive”
“So you are not a goth?”
“No. I’m just a fan of the music. Not of the culture. No one in the band is a goth, its just that they have a following amongst goths"
“Okay pout and keep still”
Paul found his mother applying a bright red lipstick to his lips. He didn’t object and tried to keep still. When ‘Gary’ had finished he said “That should stay on all night but I’ll put the tube in a handbag for you”
“Ah… thanks Mom…. I mean Gary” Paul had not thought about handbags. He supposed all girls had a handbag. “I suppose it would appear strange to Alex if Chelsea did not have a handbag”
“It would. You have no pockets in your dress. You will need somewhere to put your stuff”
“What stuff?”
“Just essentials a girl always needs to take with her. How about I pack a small shoulder bag for you?”
“Whatever you think is appropriate”
The bag proved to be black with a long chain. ‘Gary’ showed Paul how to wear it. He also showed Paul the contents. A brush, the lipstick, some hair clips, tissues and of all things a box of sanitary pads.
“Do I really need those?” Paul felt sick at the thought.
“You never know. We have no idea where Chelsea is at in her cycle. Believe me you will be grateful if you get a bit of spotting” It was hard to argue with the logic. Paul certainly didn’t know any better. “What about some scent?”
“Err…” Paul had no idea.
“Try some of my scents. Which do you like?” Without asking ‘Gary’ put a dash of scent from two different bottles on each of Paul’s wrists.
“Which do you prefer?”
“This one reminds me too much of you …. I mean Mary. I mean it’s nice but…..”
“It is my favourite. The other one then. I do understand - you don’t want to smell the same as your mother. I like this other perfume as well. You gave it to me last Christmas” Without further ado ‘Gary’ sprayed the scent on Paul’s neck and underarms. She lifted the skirt of Paul’s dress and was about to spray some of the perfume in Paul’s groin area. She stopped dead.
“Oh No! You can’t wear those! I’ll find you some nice panties!”
“What’s the concern? No-one is going to be looking under my dress”
‘Gary’ ignored what Paul had said and rifled through Mary’s underwear drawer. “Here put these on. They are much more appropriate” he was holding out a pair of black panties.
“Really?”
“Just do as I say”
“Well I suppose you really are my mother” Paul put on the panties after removing his old undies. They were a much better fit.