Party Planning

Cam, or Camille now, sat at the kitchen table, staring at his nails while he waited on Cecile’. He always kept them clean, no woman would want to be with a man who couldn't present proper grooming after all, but now his once cleaned and plain trimmed nails were painted a deep acrylic red in color. They didn't appear to be overly long but whenever he reached to grab something or close his hands his nails were the first things he felt. Cecilie' was unfortunately right, it would take him time to get used to them. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to get used to them for more than one night.

As he was staring at his nails the front door opened and he heard a familiar feminine voice. “Oh, Cam!” Veronica cheered as she closed the door behind her. Cam looked to the small window meant to allow natural lighting in the room more than it was to facilitate an escape. Especially given it was an eight story drop if he managed to squeeze himself through. The only other way out was the way he entered the kitchen, and unfortunately Veronica was already there. “Oh, Cecile’. I didn’t expect you to be home this early.” Cam smiled nervously.

Veronica was a natural beauty with curly auburn hair and an athletic figure. While she had smallish breasts she had an amazing ass and long beautiful legs, tightened and toned from her years of performing track and field. She preserved her athletic build by running for fun. Something Cam had teased her about when they were dating. “If I’m ever running it’s because someone’s chasing me.” He joked when she asked her to join her on a run. “I…I took the day off.” Cam parroted his sister’s voice as best as he could.

“And went shopping without me I see!” She gasped with mock jealousy as she took in Camille’s dress. “You look amazing!” She cheered. “Did Cam help you pick that out? He always had such an eye for fashion.”

“I-in a way.” He **** a smile to his painted lips.

“What are you all dressed up for? Got a date?” She teased with a playful smile. Something Cam knew Cecile’ hated Veronica to do. Something Cam enjoyed immensely about her.

“No, I’m…I am going to a work function tomorrow n-evening.” He corrected himself. The fact even Veronica didn’t see through his disguise, someone he was intimately acquainted with ,put him at ease. If he was lucky he could end this conversation without her ever knowing.

“That’s surprising. Cam said you hated those things.” Veronica said as she opened one of the cabinets and retrieved a small cup of coffee grounds.

“I did?” Cam’s voice slipped for a moment as he tried to remember just how much he told her, “I mean, “he corrected, “I do. But…I’m in line for a promotion and…you know how it goes.” He sighed.

She nodded as she slipped the cup into the keurig, “I do.” She didn’t. Veronica was a trust fund kid. She went to the college she was supposed to, married the man she was supposed to, and even had a kid like she was supposed to. And now she was living off her trust fund and the alimony her ex-husband paid once a month.

“Do you really think I look okay?”

“You look beautiful.” Cam smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as much as his waist cincher would allow anyway.

“Camille?” Cecile’ called out as she opened the door. “I found you some shoes to match your dress.” As she rounded the small wall to the kitchen she found her wide-eyed twin and his monthly bed hopper.

“Camille?” Veronica asked, slowly turning to face the disguised twin.

‘How much could an eight story drop hurt really?’ He thought briefly, “Would you believe this isn’t what it looks like?”

“Unless you’re secretly triplets I think it’s pretty much what it looks like.”

Cecile’ smirked, covering her mouth to refrain from laughing. “Camille is helping me at work.”

“Your promotion?”

“Yes.” Cecile’ handed Cam a shoe box, “Put these on while I explain.” Cecile’ explained the situation she found herself in at work and her dear brother’s ridiculous idea. “Oh, I have to say after hearing all of that, it isn’t what it looks like.” Veronica paused for a second. “Or what I thought.” She said, giving her ex and still friend a teasing smile that brought a blush to his face

The twins spent the morning finding a style of makeup to match the dress left by one of Cam’s lovers. Cecile’ wouldn't call her makeup daring or elegant but she did know what she was doing more than the average woman thanks to their mother. Their mother had her own little salon in Queens she was immensely proud of. Her shop offered everything a woman could possibly want to beautify herself. Their mother believed for a woman to make it in a man’s world they had to be fierce and determined, but most of all beautiful. ‘Beauty gets you in the door, your brain keeps you there.’ She had told Cecile’ on more than one occasion on the weekends she helped their mother. Cam only had to help out during summer break since he had extracurricular activities nine months out of the year. So he did a fairly passable job when he wanted to flirt with the boy at the coffee shop.

Cam sat in front of her vanity, laying down his foundation after finding a makeup style appropriate for the party while Cecile’ looked through her closet. “Ah! I knew I still had it.” Cecile’ cheered.

“What?”

“Bloody Mary!” She smiled, holding up a long black wig, the length of which touched the floor even holding it at shoulder height.

“What the hell is that?”

“Bloody Mary.” She said as if that explained anything. “I wore it to Emma’s halloween party one year.”

“Oh yeah. Emma. She was hot.” Cecile gave her brother a blank expression for just a second when he said that, but moved on without further acknowledgement.

“Anyway. You’ll wear it since your hair is way too short to be mine and we don’t have the time to wait for you to grow it.”

“If I cut and style it maybe.” After Cam cut the wig to match my length, there was still something missing: “We could be twins.” He said with that stupid grin of his.

“We are twins.” Cecile’ rolled her eyes. How she always does instead of laughing at perfectly good jokes. “But dear sister, you’re looking rather flat chested.”

“Oh yeah. Hmm. I’ll have to borrow from Debrah again.” He said dumbly.

“That might fool the horny kid at the coffee shop but it won’t fool anyone else.” She sighed. “We’re gonna have to go out and get you some temporary help.”

“Great.” Cam grumbled.

If the train ride to the store was hell, then the return trip was the deepest pit in Tartarus. From the moment he got on he could just feel the men undressing him. Cam wasn’t even what he could call ‘dressed up’. He wore a pair of old jeans and just a t-shirt that was once white, now stained with various colors of paint. Cecile’ hid her enjoyment at Cam’s suffering well. Cam had carelessly stuffed a black bra until he was at least a B cup, claiming it to be the smallest size that people would still believe him to be a woman.

Returning was pure heaven for Cecile’. She wouldn’t describe herself as petty, but seeing the torment on her brother’s sister’s face as every single man stared at his her D cups was rewarding. The black pattern put his chest on full display to the hungry riders through his white, and now, skin tight top. Camille had often told her to “Relax.” Or “Chill out.” whenever she would complain around the scores of men that stared at her, or more accurately her chest.

Camille had teased and mocked Cecile’ even in the sex shop. She had been considering getting him a gaff to hold back his man junk. She was surprised to learn there were multiple options: the most basic of which was something called tuck tape kit, a sample pack of which only cost ten dollars, the next up was a silicone/rubber gaff that proclaimed to all it was perfectly capable of allowing the wearer to urinate without ever having to remove the device, beyond that was one that promoted itself as being perfect to have sex in, but not much else, none of which looked excessively realistic in the cold light of day, but then no one would see what’s under his dress. So she decided on the tuck tape kit. One he could practice wearing today and the other he could wear to the party.

However her brother thought it best to mock Cecile’ and pick up the sex gaff, “Ooh, maybe I should get this.”

“Why in heaven’s name would you do that?”

“Well, you want me to seal the deal on your promotion right? Nothing seals the deal like a sexy lady willing to go that…extra mile to satisfy her boss.”

“Firstl; the whole point of this was to keep my dignity and reputation intact, secondly, he is not my boss, or my boss’s boss. He is just an executive that comprises a hiring committee. As far as that–” She gestured with disgust at the gaff– “If you want it you can buy it yourself, but, and this leads to my third point, under no circumstances are you to sleep with anyone! Especially not my boss, or Devlin.”

“Geeze, relax. I was obviously joking.”

“You need to take this more seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved her off as he stared at the rack of breasts on the wall obviously arranged from smallest to biggest from simple A cups to massive G cups. Or they would have been if not for three blank spaces. “Damn.” Cam whispered as he stared at the G cups. The box was the size of his torso. The breasts themselves, which sat glued to blue plastic mannequins in an otherwise empty space on the wall beside, were larger than his head!

“I’m not that big.” Cecile’ growled.

“Jealous?” He turned and smiled at his sister.

“The word you’re looking for is envious. And like I said; if you want to get them later you can use your own-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. God you can be such a stick in the mud. What size do I need?”

“Cs.”

‘Definitely jealous.’ Cam thought as he scanned the rack. Thankfully the shelf was clearly marked with sticky bright green sticky notes. “A. D…F. G. Uh…Houston?”

“They must not have restocked yet.” Cecile’ quickly scanned the store before finding a tattooed young woman with pink hair standing behind a counter absentmindedly reading a magazine. “Excuse me, but do you have any more breast forms in stock?”

“What we got is what we got?” She said without looking up from her magazine.

“Are you sure? Maybe in the back storeroom some-”

“The only thing we got in the back are glorified video booths that are really just gloryholes.”

“Thanks.” Cecile’ said sarcastically before walking away.

“Anytime.”

“So…this is all they’ve got.” She said with a defeated sigh.

“Sooo…what? Get a couple of As and stack them on top of one another?”

“Breasts do not work like that.”

“Yeah but these are just silicone and rubber.”

“Well mine aren’t. If they had a B cup we could possibly get away with a little padding.”

“We can’t do that with an A cup?”

“Fraid not.” Cecile’ resigned herself to her fate, or at least her brother’s. She was a true C but with a tight enough bra and Cam’s dress perhaps he could get away with a slightly larger size. “So if anyone asks, you're on your period.”

“Why in hell would anyone ask that?!” Cam gave his sister a horrified look.

“...It comes up between women more often than you’d realize.” Cecile’ pulled the box down from the shelf and started back towards the grumpy girl, “Men are really the only ones squeamish about it.”

“Well yeah. It’s nasty.”

“Man child.”

“Dried up old prune.”

“Anyway, it is unlikely you will be asked by anyone directly but one side effect of our menstrual cycle is temporary breast growth.”

“Really?” He raised one eyebrow, giving an intrigued look to his sister. “That sounds awesome.”

“Maybe if you wish really hard you can be a real girl and have boobs of your very own instead of plastic ones.” She said as she sat the box on the counter.

“Hey!” The tattooed teen glared at Cecile’, “If you’re gonna talk shit then get out.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Not yet but you’re gonna be!” She growled, “I won’t tolerate transphobic bigotry in my store!”

“Do you eve-Look, this is my bro-”

“She’s your sister as far as I can tell.”

“Cam.” Cecile’ turned and begged her brother for help clearing the confusion. Instead she found him pouting and forcing tears to his eyes.

“I told you, sis. It’s Camille now.”

“I think you should leave.” The teen growled, not so subtly gripping a baseball bat sat beside her stool.

“I’m paying for hi-”

“I don’t care! I said, out!”

“Ugh, fine. You handle this idiot, Camille. ” Cecile’ stormed out of the store as the teen walked around the counter and hugged Cam who continued to pretend to cry.

After a minute of pretending to slowly cease his sobbing, Cam cleared his throat, wiped the tears from his stained eyes, “Oh, Camille.” The girl said, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

"I…really just need the boo-breast forms. My sister has the mone-"

"Good point." She said grabbing the box, "Now we can get you fixed up. And don't worry, I won't charge you. I wouldn't take that bigot's money anyway." She dragged Cam into a store room and sat him at a desk. After moving the latest shipment of vibrators, dildos, and breast forms out of the way she started working on cleaning up his makeup.

When Cam met Cecile' out front of the store Cecile’ demanded to know “What the hell was that all about?”

“It was funny.” He shrugged awkwardly.

She glared at her brother, noticing his chest was not only smoother but twice as large as when she left, “How’d you pay for the breast forms?”

“Magic.”

“Bull.”

“I also got her number.” He shook his phone side to side with the tattooed girl’s cell number displayed along with a picture of her giving the camera the finger and sticking her tongue out. Somehow Cecile’ just knew it was directed at her. “Don’t be jealous.” Cam smirked and walked off towards the subway station.

Now, it was everything she could do to keep from laughing when a man finally did approach the pair of them. “Are you a doctor?”

“Huh?” Cam gave the man a confused look, “No. Why?”

“I think I’m seeing double.”

Cam looked to his sister pleadingly and found her covering her mouth and staring at the roof. Something she’d always do when she was trying not to laugh. “Uh.” He said as he turned back to the strange man, “We’re twins actually.”

The man grinned, “Then this is truly my lucky day.”

“Cecile’.” Cam hissed at his giggling sister.

“Jericho.” The man offered Cam his hand.

Out of habit Cam shook the man’s hand, “Uh, no I’m-”

“Camille’.” Cecile’ cooed as she gave her brother a mischievous look.

“You both have such beautiful names.”

“I’ll be sure to give our mother your kind regards.” Cecile’ smirked.

Jericho returned the smile, “I’m sure she hears that enough, what with her daughters being models after all.”

“We’re not models.” Cam said.

"Would you like to be?"

"Huh?" Cam's eyes widened at the familiar line.

"I have a small studio not too far from here. We can get you started on some…headshots.” He licked his lips as he finished his sentence.

“Uh, no thanks.” Cam bumped into his sister as he took a small step back into his sister.

“Cecile’, you really are a stick in the mud.” Cecile’ giggled. Repeating Cam’s words back to him from earlier.

“See, Camille wants to be a model too.”

“What?” Cecile’ blanched as she looked at the man.

“N-” Cecile’ clutched Cam’s hand, digging her nails into his wrist.

“Perhaps another time.” Cecile’ frowned and pointed to the quickly approaching platform. “Unfortunately this is our stop and we are in a hurry.”

“That is a shame. But it doesn’t mean we can’t all get to know each other.”

“That actually sounds like a great idea.”

“It does?” Cam asked, his eyes widening as he stared at his stone faced sister.

“Yeah. We could introduce him to Kyle too.”

“Kyle?” the man asked.

“Yeah, my sister’s boyfriend. He’s not a bad looking fella, right sis?”

Cam nodded, catching on, “He is. I tell him all the time he should be a model.”

“He just doesn’t listen enough.” Cecile’ shook her head as she positioned them both closer to the door, “Ooh, do you think he brought Brutus with him? He has the cutest puppy.”

“She says puppy,” Cam chuckled anxiously, “he’s a four year old pitbull.”

“He will always be a puppy to me.”

“Girl, I know what you mean.” Cam slapped his free hand to his chest, his heart pounding in his fingertips as the door’s slowly opened, “He’s like my baby.”

“Actually, now that I think about it, I do have an appointment.”

The twins stepped off of the train, “Are you sure?” Cam asked with a pout, as busy riders got on and off the train, “You could meet Pop and Ma. She’s making lasagna.”

“No, I’m afraid it’s an important meeting.”

“Well at least can we get your number?” Cecile’ begged.

“Oh sure. It’s 817-” The doors closed and in a matter of seconds took the man away. Much to everyone’s relief.

“What was that about?!”

“If a guy ever tries to take you to a second location, just mention a boyfriend. It’ll usually work.”

“Then why’d you offer me up to the asshole on a silver platter?”

“Oh, that.” Cecile’ shrugged. “Payback.”

“For what?!”

“Geeze, relax sis.” She smirked as they walked the three blocks to their apartment.

Cam stood in his new chunk heels after explaining the hell his sister put him through, his legs trembling as he tried to walk around the apartment on unsteady feet. “Have you ever worn heels before?” Veronica asked.

“Not really, no.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye she smiled, “Then it looks like you’re finally gonna have to come with me to the gym.”

“Can’t.” He chuckled nervously, “I don’t want to get sweaty.”

“Then change.” Cecile’ added, “Or you could practice on the street.” It was one thing for Cam to walk the street as a girl when he blended in well enough, but walking around like a newborn gazelle would draw too much attention and make it much harder to keep his confidence up.

“Fine. I’ll change.” he sighed.

“Goody, I’ll be right back.” Veronica giggled and ran out of the apartment.

‘The gym’ was once a first floor apartment when the building was originally built over fifty years ago. As the tenants improved, so did the building. About twenty years ago one improvement was removing the first floor apartment and refitting it to be a gym for the families who lived in the building. It came equipped with a sauna, whirlpool, and hot tub as well as the contemporary weight machines of the day and a wall of free weight dumbbells and barbells.

Cam stared at the wall of weights longingly from his position atop the treadmill fifteen minutes into his **** **** march. “Pay attention, Camille.” Veronica said from the treadmill beside him. “You don’t want to trip and fall.”

“Another reason to not be here.” He whispered.

“Speak up dear, I can’t hear you.” She teased.

“Forget it.” He said making sure to keep his voice light and airy.

Cam always made a point to come to the gym when it was the least busy. It was hard watching the high school boys who were lifting weight he could have at one point in his life easily lifted. Now he struggled with half his body weight. And unlike the more athletic men in the gym he hardly ever exposed his body beyond what his shorts and baggy t-shirt showed naturally.

Cecile’ and Veronica both refused to allow him such comforts. “You need to get used to people seeing you as a woman anyway.” Cecile’ said as she **** Veronica’s yoga pants and sports bra into his hands.

Veronica looked where Cam had been staring at and saw the shirtless college boys flexing their muscles with effort as they moved monumentally heavy weights. ‘Good eye.’ She thought playfully. “Remember, heel toe.”

“I am.”

“Keep your head up.” Cam complied but she saw the frown on his face, “You’re sexy as hell, Camille. There’s no point in hiding it from the world.”

“I’m not sexy and I just need to get through one dinner party. Not walk on the catwalk.”

“All the more reason for you to get used to this quickly. You have one night to present yourself properly. There’s no second take in this.”

“No pressure.”

“You’re gonna be fine. You just have to remember who you are.”

“That’s kind of the problem.” He gripped the handlebars, feeling his ankle giving out slightly.

“No, you’re thinking you’re Cam. You have to remember you’re Camille. And she is sexy and confident.”

“Totally sexy and confident.” He rolled his eyes.

“How’s your tuck…thing?”

“It’s not pulling as much if I take smaller steps.”

“Good. You shouldn’t take big steps in heels anyway, that’s how you trip and fall.” Veronica frowned and stopped her treadmill. “C’mere. We need to stretch.”

Veronica led Cam to a yoga ball and ran him through a routine of stretches before she left him to continue on his own while she got them both waters. As soon as Veronica was out of sight Cam laid back on the ball, enjoying the deep stretch it gave to his back, unaware of the display he was giving anyone who cared to look.

Sensing someone approaching, Cam opened his eyes and saw thick legs standing in front of him. Shooting up he saw the owner of the tree trunk like legs was a sweat drenched man who looked to be college age, and judging by his build was likely on a wrestling scholarship. “Hey.” The half naked jock wore only a pair of gym shorts and a confident smile.

“Um…hi.” He cleared his throat and found himself at eye level to the boy’s crotch. “Can I help you?” He mimicked his sister’s cold and stern voice with practiced efficiency.

“You looked like you could use some help.”

“I was just stretching.”

“I’m really good at…stretching.”

Cam couldn’t help but glance towards the jock’s bulge behind his shorts. “I think I can handle it on my own.”

“I bet you could.” The jock chuckled. “What are you doin’ after this?”

Glancing behind the wannabe stud Cam stood with a smile, “Taking my girlfriend out to lunch.”

Veronica walked up holding two ice cold bottles of water, “Here you go. Who’s your-” Cam’s unexpected and passionate kiss stopped her cold. For a moment she forgot her surroundings and only remembered how much she enjoyed Cam’s tongue. Their kiss broke when Veronica touched the ice cold bottle to Cam’s side. “Ba-abe!” Cam giggled reflexively, pulling away from the bottle.

“Maybe I can join you.” The jock smiled hungrily.

Veronica noticed the group of friends not so subtly watching their friend hit on Cam and now her, “That’d be great.” Veronica smiled.

“Really?!” His smile broadened.

“For real?!” Cam’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, I was just saying how we should invite a guy who couldn’t last two minutes to join us.”

“I can last two minutes.” He grimaced hearing his friends laughing behind him.

“Hmm, he’s not very bright.” Veronica said, looking up at Cam.

“I mean-”

“Let’s cut to the chase. You want to have sex with us, my girlfriend here has never been with a man before.” The jock’s smile returned and his hungry eyes narrowed on Cam, “So, what are you packing?”

“Eleven inches.”

Veronica burst out laughing, confusing both Cam and the meathead, “Babe, I know you haven’t been with guys but pro-tip; if a guy tells you his dick’s in the double digits, cut that in half then subtract two.”

The boys laughed in the distance, as Jock’s face now burned with rage, “I don’t know what you heard but I’m not small.”

“It’s not about size, sweetie,” She said with a smug smile, “what do you think my girl’s packing?” Cam blushed deep red, “Her tongue is only a few inches, so it’s not about the size. But she’s smart and listens to her lover. That’s the brag sweetie. You don’t know how to please a woman so you think a big dick is what does it for us. But you’re wrong.”

For a moment Cam worried the musclebound moron was about to haul off and punch them, instead he turned around and spat back, “Ugly ass dykes.”

“Then why were you hitting on us?” Veronica laughed along with Jock’s friends. Cam wasn’t sure if it was out of relief or just how infectious Veronica’s laugh was but he soon found himself joining in as Veronica walked them both out of the gym. Once they had returned to the elevator and their laughter had died down Veronica wrapped her arm around Cam’s waist, “One more pro-tip, babe–” She smiled–“telling a teenage boy you have a girlfriend won’t stop him from hitting on you.”

“Apparently.”

“It was cute watching you squirm though.”

“Shut up.” He shook his head.

“Right. Let’s go get you looking sexy for your date!” She cheered, slapping Cam’s ass.

“H-ow!” He yelped and quickly covered his butt with his hands.

“What? You never complain when you slap my ass!”

“Whatever.” He pouted, “And it’s not a date!”

“Sure, but sexy sells, and you’re gonna need every bit of help you can get, girlfriend.”

Saturday evening, Veronica stopped her car at the entrance to the large tavern. “Last chance, Miss Rayne.” She teased.

“You’re right.” His voice quaked with desperation, “Let’s get out of here.”

“I was kidding.” Her voice softened while she placed her hand on his, “You can’t let your sister down.”

“But I will. Last time I was here I nearly got her fired and I was just me! If they catch me now…that’s too much pressure.”

“How would they catch you?”

“They’ve met me.”

“I’ve met you and I didn’t recognize you. How is this any different?”

“I don’t know. It just is.” He looked out the passenger window at the imposing bar that tried to capture that old world tavern feel in the middle of New York.

Veronica frowned. Cam always acted so confident but she knew it to be just that, an act. Even if he wasn’t willing to admit it to himself. “C’mere.” She said gently after taking a pill out of her purse. Cam turned to face Veronica, not seeing her place the pill in her own mouth before she pulled his head to hers until their lips met. The pill went largely unnoticed as she slipped her tongue past his lips. Without a thought he swallowed the pill and continued kissing Veronica, pulling her hair as he directed the kiss. Breaking their kiss, Veronica smiled at her feminized sometimes boyfriend.

Cam cleared his throat, having just unknowingly dry swallowed a pill,“What was that for?” he asked, his cock pulled painfully against his tuck.

“A kiss for luck and a promise for something later.”

“A promise for what?”

“Your sister needs you to put on a little show right? You stay for at least an hour and be your usual charming self and when I pick you up we can go back to my apartment and I’ll give you a reward for being a good girl.”

“For…” Cam blushed. She was teasing him and for some reason it was turning him on.

“Now scoot.” She said as she threw his door open.

“How about another kiss for luck?”

“That’ll cost you another hour.” She cooed.

Cam thought about it for a moment. ‘How long could these office parties last?’ he thought, ‘It’s already after eight.’ “If I stay until the party ends?”

“Remember that thing you wanted me to do for your birthday last year?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Deal.” Once again Veronica allowed Cam to pull her lips to his. If their night went the way she hoped it would be the last time he thought he was in charge.