Alex-Sue Gets Up

It was no good hiding in his new room. Alex knew that sooner or later that woman who had been shouting at him would come find him, and something about the tone of her voice told him that he should try to stay in her good books. And that meant he had to get ready for the day, which, in turn, meant to get dressed.

As he stared into the closet, all thought of the preservation of an image of masculinity evaporated. While everything in there would perfectly fit his obviously male body, there was not one hint of masculinity to be found. Skirts and dresses, and teeny-tiny-tops. Everything in there screamed slut, the kind of thing he would have loved to see Pete wearing the night before, when the universe was still giving him everything he wanted. Now it was Alex's turn.

Sighing, Alex pulled a pair of abbreviated denim shorts off their hanger, followed by a pink crop top. Next to the closet was a small dresser, which Alex opened and found a matching bra and panty set. Pausing to consider, Alex then bent down and grabbed a pair of high-heeled sandals, having the suspicion that he wouldn't be able to find anything better than that.

His clothes in his arms, Alex poked his head into the hallway outside of his bedroom. Instead of a mansion, he seemed to be in a small building, maybe even a mobile home. Directly across from him was a washroom, which he darted into, locking the door behind him.

Then he saw his reflection. His hair was still thin, his stomach was still round, but his face looked so different. It was the make-up. Dark blue eye-shadow covered his eye lids. Thick black lines outlined his eyes themselves, and his lips looked the colour of cherries. It made an amazing difference in his look, causing Alex to stare at himself in disbelief.

"Alex-Sue!" came the woman's voice again, "Don't you dawdle! I don't want you late again!"

"Okay!" he shouted back, snapping out of his shock. Hiding in the bathroom would be just as bad as hiding in his bedroom, so he began the process of getting ready. After relieving himself, he found a dry toothbrush, which he assumed was his, and cleaned his teeth. Then he jumped into the shower, taking extra time to wash his face, hoping it would take all remnants of his make-up away, washing it down the drain.

Toweling off, Alex wondered what had happened to all the people in his life that had been transformed for him. Did Pete go back to being a trucker? Would Jeffery turn back into a man? Would his wife again become an older woman, the matriarch of the family? All these questions with no answers. He had become arrogant, allowing his lust to take him further and further into his depravity, and now he found himself on the receiving end. Would he ever return to his old life?

Dry, he returned the towel to its hanger, and slipped into his clothes. It was easier than he had anticipated, putting on a bra. Maybe the universe had given him some sort of muscle memory, but all he had to do was slip his arms through the loops, reach behind him, and voila! Perfect fit! Then his shorts, which were so short his hairy rear end hung out the bottom of the back. And of course, his crop top did nothing to hide his pudgy stomach. Alex had to sit on the toilet to tie himself into his sandals, but when he did, he was surprisingly agile in the four-inch-heel.

He paused to look at his reflection before leaving the bathroom, and was shocked by what he saw. Instead of the clean-faced image he anticipated, his face was perfectly made up, once again! This time, his eye shadow was pink, and his eyes, while still outlined with a thick black line, were affixed with long black eye lashes. His lips were pink as well, and seemed slightly puffier. From his ears hung two large hoops, which Alex knew hadn't been there the last time he looked.

"Damnit," he said, leaning forward on the vanity, staring at himself. Alex's life wasn't going to get any easier any time soon.