Scene 2

Scene 2

Things went rapidly for Greg when he got home, he couldn’t believe he was going along with this ridiculous plan. When his mom first said it he told her it wasn’t going to happen, when she insisted he told her she could go fuck herself before he would be part of it. The slap to the face had surprised him, he never thought she would ever strike him. Not since his father died some eight years ago at least. Back then she was strict on discipline, but after it didn’t seem to matter how much he acted out. She just ignored him and mostly focused on advancing herself at work. Now not only did she strike him, but she literally washed his mouth out with soup.

“Greggory Michael Abella, I have put up with you for more than long enough. I should have given you a shorter leash when I first heard you were skipping school, and because I didn’t you had to repeat your junior year. Things are different now, you are going to help me with this if you like it or not. We are in a tight spot here, son and if things don’t turn around, not only are you not going to be able to get a car or go off to college, we are going to be downsizing to a smaller home.”

Things had been tighter financially he knew, but things were bad enough to sell their house. The only house he had ever known, the last place he had seen his dad alive and happy. He didn’t want that to happen, but he wasn’t able to say much with a bar of soap in his mouth. “It isn’t your fault, I made a bad investment in what I thought would be a profitable reality project, but not only did we lose the initial money invested, but it put us in massive debt. You didn’t exactly help that with your antics. You were lucky the judge let you off with a warning after you were caught breaking into your school at night. That all wasn’t free you know, bail cost money, that lawyer cost money.” Cynthia let out a long sigh. She had kept all that in for a long time and it felt cathartic to get it out.

“Your grandmother called me up out of the blue last week asking how her granddaughter Genna was doing. It was the name she wanted your father and I to use if we had a girl.” Cynthia stopped and looked hard at her son, before turning on the faucet and removing the bar of soap from his mouth. “You can rinse your mouth out now. I tried to tell her she had a grandson not a granddaughter, but as it turns out she has gone a little soft in the head. She remembers Jackson is dead and that the two of us don’t get along, but seems she thinks you are Genna, not Greggory. I was ready to tell her I didn’t have time to argue with her about my child’s sex, but she mentioned wanting to pass on her legacy. How she wanted to reconnect with her granddaughter, put her back in the will. Here is the best part, I told her that we were struggling and how I couldn’t afford to send her granddaughter off to college or afford to buy her a car and Brandi bought it. Not only did she say she would help financially, but she was excited to help. She asked if a million would be enough… with a million dollar windfall.”

Spitting out water in the sink Grep looked at his mouth, opened his mouth to tell her he still wasn’t going to do it when he stopped. A million dollars was a lot of money. “So I just have to talk girly on the phone with her and she will give us the money?” She had already told him he would have to pretend to be Genna and dress up, but he was hoping he could get away with just talking on the phone, once or twice with her. He had done more than a few prank calls pretending to be a girl, so it wouldn’t be a big deal to tell his grandmother how much he missed her to suck up.

“Afraid not, you are going to have to live and breathe as Genna for the week so that when we throw a small party for your grandmother this weekend she will accept you as the loving granddaughter she is expecting to see.” Cynthia opened up the cabinet below the sink, pulled out a small pink wire basket with various bottles inside. Picking up one she held it out to her son who took it without a word.

“I have to dress like this all week? This isn’t fair!”

Cynthia pointed to the bottle in his hands. “Read the instructions, this will rid your body of your body hair. If you want to talk about not fair, I could bring up how your grandmother decided it was my fault your father had a heart attack. How she decided she wanted nothing to do with us because he died. That wasn’t fair. You are going to be Genna till this weekend is over, you are going to stay in character so neither of us slips up. Think of this as one of your pranks and try and keep your mind on the end goal.”

Looking at the bottle in his hand Greg made a disgusted face, he didn’t want to do any of this. “Can’t we just hire some model or actress to come and pretend to be Genna? The old bat won't know the difference.” He watched as his mother put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. “Where exactly do you think the money to pay for someone to come here will come from? If we did do it that way how would we keep her from telling anyone? What do you think would happen if the wrong person found out?” She didn’t wait for him to answer any of the questions. “We would get nothing, and then both of us would go to jail for fraud.”

“I don't want to go to jail!” Greg thought about the one night he had to spend in a cell when he got caught breaking into his school. He was just going to go and hang a few banners and fill the principal's office with glitter. The police called it breaking and entering, valadlisim, resisting arrest. It was the worst night of his life, with a huge drunk man that would move to sit next to him every single time he moved to another part of the bench. “And you will not be, instead you will throw yourself into this role and be my darling daughter Genna. Now tell me, for a million dollars, can you be Genna?”

“Yes, I can be Genna.” he said in a defeated voice.

“Great, after you use the nair, you can shower, use the shampoo here in the basket, this conditioner.” She stopped and looked at her son's long hair. “Best wash and condition twice dear. Then use this lotion on your body. Once you are done with all of that I am going to pull up a video on your computer on how to tuck yourself away, watch it. Do it and put on the clothes that I’m about to lay out on the bed.”

Becoming hairless from below his eyes was horrible, the stuff burned and without his hair he felt more ****. The location was a pain, but he did have to admit it felt good, good enough that he was happy his mother wasn’t in the bathroom to watch him because he got a little hard. Greg watched the video twice, but as he stood in his room he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was startled when a single knock came to his door before it opened.

“MOM!” Greg yelled as she walked in while he was completely naked. “You can’t just come in here!” He said picking up the towel to cover himself.

“I have seen you naked before, and plenty of men. You do not have anything I haven't seen before. You seemed to be taking too long so I came to help.” Greg was ready to tell her to get out of his room when she yanked the towel away. He completely froze when she reached down and touched his dick. “Here we go, little push up… and like that your testicles are back inside of you. Then we pull this little guy back… close your legs sweetie. Good just like that.”

He was completely speechless as she started getting him dressed, a pair of pink cotton panties with a little bow. The panties felt nothing like his boxers, they were much softer and could have been considered much nicer if it wasn’t for the rear of the panties exposing his ass cheeks. “With you nice and flat thong panties look good on you Genna. Next your bra.”

She held up the piece of fabric between two fingers, handing it to him. Greg shook his head, he didn’t want to put on the pink bra, or any bra. “I have something to help fill them out once we get it on. It is going to take some getting used to wearing this and going from flat chested to being a C cup.”

No matter how much he complained his mother kept going, he was soon wearing a panty girdle to make his already small waist seem smaller, a light blue dress that wrapped around him and tied off and some white heeled shoes with a two inch heel.

“We still have a lot to do, like your hair, make up, your nails and all of that is before we start getting you trained to walk properly in heels. By the time your grandmother is here you will be a pro strutting around in some five inch slingbacks.”

“Mom, no, please no.. I don’t want this and I really don’t want to wear five inch heels. I already feel like I’m going to fall over in the ones you have me in now.”

Much of his bluster and attitude had already faded from him by the simple act of putting him in a dress, Cynthia thought. “If you can remember that you are Genna and not Greggory and are a good girl for me, then I will let you wear some more sensible shoes, if not, then I promise I will take you over my knee and spank you till you beg me to wear five inch pumps. You understand me?”

Swallowing hard, Greg nodded his head. One million dollars, one million dollars. I’m doing this because we can keep our home and get one million dollars. Greg repeated to himself over and over again as his mother led him by the hand into her bedroom and to sit in front of her makeup table.