Scene 8

Scene 8

Looking into the mirror Greg slid the tube of lipstick across his lips before pressing them together. Capping the lipstick he inspected his work, if anything looked overdone, underdone or the seemingly hundred other things he could do wrong when putting on makeup, then his mother would make him start from scratch. Seeing a few strands of hair out of place Greg took the thick brush and started to run in through his silky hair. The entire time just gazing at himself, still unable to believe how much his life changed over this past week.

After Marcus had left his mother went through with her promise to wash his mouth out for speaking when she told him not to. It didn’t matter that he tried to stand his ground, she pulled him by his ear to the bathroom for the punishment. When he tried to physically resist, she simply had to ask him if he wanted the brush. That was all it took for the fight to leave him. He wasn’t even sure when he had become this pathetic.

Once a master of his own destiny, doing whatever he wanted and now he willingly let his mouth wash his mouth with soap with just the threat of a spanking. To get money from his crazy grandma he had been dressing up as a girl, living in a room that no longer felt like his own and answering to the name Genna. His best friend was now blackmailing him to be his girlfriend and worse he wanted blow jobs. He wanted to rant, to break things and he really wanted the taste of soap to be out of his mouth. Greg remembered his mom coming into his room and sitting on the bed next to him after he had sat brooding.

“I know things seem bad now, but give it a little time and things will be better than they were before. Just imagine you going off to college on your own, driving that car you have been asking me for.”

“Nineteen seventy Chevelle SS…” The thought of the car didn’t even seem enough anymore.

“Yeah one of those, how much does something like that go for?” Cynthia scooted closer, putting her arm around her feminized son’s shoulder.

“I dunno, maybe eighty grand, not like it matters anymore. My life is over…”

Hearing the cost made Cynthia wince, unless her mother in law gave them massive windfall getting a vehicle like that wasn’t going to happen, but she couldn’t tell her son that. Not if she wanted him to play along. She didn’t like the idea of her son acting gay, but it was needed for everything to work out. “Aww baby, your life isn’t over. Just think of all the girls you can show your new car off too.” She said now running her fingers through his long hair.

“I know you don’t want to do this, but we do not have much of a choice. I always knew your friend was bad news, if only I took a firmer hand with you years ago none of this would have ever happened.” She let out a sigh, knowing this next part needed to be done.

“You won’t want to hear this, but we have to face reality. Marcus made very specific guidelines for how long you will have to keep this up and I’m betting you will want to give Marcus as few blow jobs as possible.”

“None, I don’t want to give him anything. I want to go back to wearing sneakers and not having to brush my hair a hundred times a day.” Greg crossed his arms and pulled in on himself.

“Genna, you know that isn’t an option. You have three options, do nothing at all and the police will be coming for both of us. You can do as your boyfriend says, but not practice and see how long he keeps this up. Option three is you practice so that you have to do what he wants for the least amount of time possible. So your decision mostly comes down to going to jail and being treated like like a sissy, while being passed around. Giving Marcus a lot of bad blow jobs till you learn what he likes or learning to do it well so that you can give the least number of blow jobs.”

“Option three…”

Saying that to her caused a few things to happen, she had ordered not one, but two dildos. One with a suction cup at the end that she put in the bathroom and the other to keep in his nightstand. Most teenagers feel uncomfortable having the talk about sex with their parents, Greg was happy he never had to sit through that, but now he had something worse. His mom was teaching him how to give a blow job. She gave advice, demonstrations and supervised him, making sure to sit down at least once a day to practice taking the penis shaped object into his mouth. Each time he wanted to die, doing it was bad enough, but his own mother acted like this was no big deal. Saying every girl gives a blow job or two and he just needed to get in the right frame of mind. She would even text him when at work asking for a photo as proof that he was doing what she asked. He thought how no man should be standing in the shower his lips around a fake dick, but he had to admit it was paying off.

When he started he gagged almost right away, now he could take most of them in his mouth. Something he was not proud of, though his mom seemed to be. She had asked him how big Marcus was and when he didn’t know she said how he needed to find out, just in case they needed to get him, well she said her, larger dildos. The week full of that **** wasn’t even complete. Everyday he spoke on the phone for at least a few minutes with Marcus. Never about how he wanted to punch him in throat, or how he kept thinking about biting down the second he actually put his dick anywhere near his face. No instead he told him about his days, how Grandma had kept coming around, despite not mentioning she would be stopping by. Something that made his mom even more paranoid and doubled down on how Genna needed to be perfect.

Greg loathed using the certificate his grandma gave him, they thinned out his eyebrows, plumped his lips, along with so many other things. It wasn’t all bad, some of the pampering was nice, but considering how he was immersed in femininity, it was horrible. Greg let out a sigh, wishing that trip and others hadn’t happened, but hearing the ringtone for Marcus on his now white and pink phone he reached over to answer it.

“Afternoon baby, I hope you are having a good day. I’m on my lunch break and was thinking about you. Loved the selfie you sent me of you laying in bed this morning.” Greg’s smile slipped a little, his mom had been insistent he always smile and always meant always to her.

“Aww, I’m super glad you liked it. I woke up thinking of my handsome man.” He felt like gagging, but the last time he broke character over the phone Marcus had texted his mom about tightening his corset and she had not only complied, but put him on something close to a vitamin, water and celery diet.

“I can’t talk long, but I wanted to tell you how much I’m looking forward to our date later tonight. We are going to have a lot of fun, and then we get to go with your Grandma to the yacht club tomorrow. I’m so lucky to get to spend two days in a row with you.”

Greg didn’t feel lucky, it felt more like he was living a nightmare. “Umm Marcus, can we talk, I mean like talk, talk.” When Marcus didn’t answer right away Greg was afraid at what he might do. He was used to being the one commanding, but with how his mom was making him act… he felt so small.

“So long as it isn’t about our deal, then sure, but make it quick I really don’t have long.”

Pursing his lips together Greg looked back towards the mirror to look at himself, specifically at his chest. “As you know, yesterday Grandma took me dress shopping.”

“Yeah, you said you got a pretty new dress for our date that you couldn’t wait for me to see you in.” Greb bit his bottom lip for a second, he didn’t want anyone to see him in any dress.

“Well when I was changing Grandma noticed I had falsies in my bra…” Even saying my bra made him feel dirty. He had a drawer full of them in different types now and he hated every single one of them.

“Wait, did she figure out you're a boy!?” Marcus couldn’t see it, but Greg shook his head to the question.

“No, but it is kind of worse… she blamed my mom for not feeding me right, for not noticing my problem and getting me the help I needed. She acted really sad and I just kind of umm… played along that I was ashamed. Now she is talking about knowing a doctor that helped one of her friend’s granddaughter in the chest department and how she will make sure I have the self confidence I should. Marcus, I think she is talking about getting me breast implants! We have to end this!”

“What does your mom say?” Greg’s shoulders drooped.

“That the old bat can think what she wants, and that nothing is ending till we get paid, and not to worry about something that isn’t going to happen.” It had been a week already and the only money they had seen from her was in the form of gifts, like a makeup kit, dresses and a few pairs of shoes she just knew her granddaughter would like. His mom said she was working things out and he didn’t need to worry about it, but he was very much worrying about it.

“Well sounds like your scam isn’t going so well. If only someone warned you not to do it… You could just tell her who you really are, and if she doesn’t press charges for fraud you wont have to worry about anything. Anyhow I gotta get a bite to eat before I head back in. Again, looking forward to our date tonight. Love you Genna.”

“Love you too Marky.” Greg responded automatically.

When the phone call ended Greg placed his white and pink phone down at his vanity. He wished someone loved him. His mom had ignored him after his dad passed and now she was using him. Sure he was going to get something out of it, but it didn’t change what was happening. Marcus didn’t love him, they weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend, not that he would want that either. Then there was grandma, who seemed to truly care for him, when he wasn’t afraid of being found out or hating what he was having to do it was nice, but it was all a lie. The last memory he really had of feeling loved was when his dad took him to a baseball game. That day he got his first taste of beer and his dad let him wear his lucky baseball cap. It was one of the few things his mom let him keep on the wall.

Standing up he walked over to it, pulling the hat from its peg and running his fingers across the stitching. Greg knew he still had plenty of time before he had to get ready for tonight, so he adjusted his hair into a ponytail and put on the hat so that it stuck out from the back. He wished his dad was still here now, if he was, life would be better. None of this would be happening, he would still be living as a boy, instead of a ditzy bubbly girl.