Chapter 3
by Nicegent42
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Scene 3
The body wash Maria had given him was obviously hers, he had seen it a thousand times at home. Lustrous Glow, scented with vanilla and rose made to exfoliate for healthy skin. The shampoo wasn't much better, Herbal Essence Totally Twisted for wavy and curly hair and it smelled like berries. His hair wasn't naturally wavy like his sisters, of course he didn't let his hair get long like hers either. Right now it was below his ears, he had always kept it trimmed, but he hadn't cared lately. Thinking it didn't matter while he was slumming it in Nevada. The long hot shower felt amazing, the water pressure was so much better than back home. Maybe when he got a better paying job he would get his Madre a tankless water heater and see about getting the pressure looked into. As the hot water ran down his body, easing the tension he held in his shoulders he leaned forward putting his forehead on the cool tiled wall. "Tan estúpido, ¿por qué hice eso?" (So stupid, why did I do that?)
He thought back to the first night here, Clint took him out from one bar to the next. Meeting up with some girls he knew at the second. It wasn't till the third bar when all of them were wasted, when Jasmine destroyed his phone. She bought him a drink to make up for it, like it could have.
Though it seemed like everything was fine at the time when she pressed up to him, pulling his face into her large tits. Things only got better when the drink came and she started to give him a hand job through his pants under the table. She had him so worked up as she murmured in his ear. "Cum for me baby, I can feel how hard you are for me. Just imagine me straddling you later in your room. You can cum all over me, yeah that's it baby."
It was incredible and so hot, but the promise of later never happened. He honestly didn't remember getting back to the hotel, so wondering why he didn't ask the hotel to wake him up was moot. It was like time traveling, one moment you are clinking glasses together and drinking and the next waking up, covered in your own filth and already late for an important meeting that could have changed his life. He missed it and all because he was trying to be Keg. Trying to keep up with his friend and stay close to the long legged girl he wouldn't ever see again. "¡Joder, joder, joder!" (Fuck, fuck, fuck!)
He needed to get out of the shower and see about the clothes Maria left for him, so he could get to the mall and back as quickly as he could. He needed to try and salvage this trip and step up or Mr Banks could turn into another Harry Bisc for him. He needed that like a hole in the head.
After getting out of the shower he dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist. His clothes were gone and no new ones were left out. Not wanting to be nude in the same room as his sister he poked his head out of the steam filled room. "Maria, clothes?" He heard some movement in the room, but didn't see her. "María, ¡date prisa con la ropa!" (Maria, hurry up with the clothes!) When she appeared he took the single piece of clothing she offered. Closing the door he looked at it and sneered, before turning around and opening the door again. "¿Qué demonios es esto?" (What the hell is this?) He yelled out into the room, still opening it a little.
"Panties, you my dear little brother have been a pain in the ass. Not much fits you and you will have to just deal with any embarrassment that you have more than earned when you go get new clothes. Unless you want me to invite Mr. Banks to meet his chaperone for the kids that only has a towel to wear."
Gabe ground his teeth. "¡Tu Perra!" (You Bitch!) No reply came so he shut the bathroom door, looking down at the white panties with a little pink bow on the waistband’s front. The airport lost his suitcase, the hotel and that stupid cow of a girl lost more of his clothes and now his sister took the last shreds. It wasn't like he had never worn panties before, he hated that he had to wear the less than masculine clothes that could be handed down to him growing up. He hated being poor and vowed to get rich one day, but his Madre was only going to pay for school if he gave back to the country that gave her a new home. So he figured he would be a professor and write a few books. Oh how life changed, him a high school math teacher at public school, about to put on girls’ panties.
Clutching the small piece of cloth in his hands hard enough for his knuckles to turn white, Gabe vowed to get his sister back for this prank. At the least no one would know, she never told her friends or his own when growing up that he had to wear her hand me downs and hoped that would stay the same. When he pulled the soft cotton underwear up he felt the material press against his dick. The panties were not made to hold male genitals and the little pink bow over the natural bulge was unsettling. He picked up the towel to wrap it around himself, but then just tossed it on the floor in the corner. If she wanted her laugh he would give it to her so this could be over with. Stepping out into the room Gabe tilted his head back with a smug grin. "Have your laugh now, because I'm not embarrassed." He lied the best he could. Maria looked at her brother with his hairy legs in the panties and did a poor job holding in a laugh. "Okay, good keep up that spirit. The rest of your outfit is on the bed."
His heart sank as he saw what she had laid out for him. On the bed was a purple tartan plaid pleated skirt, some obviously girls thin socks, and a white dress shirt. "Oh come on, you have to be kidding me!" Maria smiled warmly. "Whatever do you mean?" As positive as her smile was, his glare was the opposite and more.
"These are all girl clothes, I can't wear them… where did you even get them?" She looked over at the articles in the bed and pointed to the skirt. "That came from Bianca, and so did your panties. She was happy to donate some clothes when I told her one of the other girls needed clothes badly. A tragic story of what she was wearing getting ruined and how the airline lost her bag. Abigail donated the shirt, the socks and the shoes. She gave you the shoes she was going to wear for the banquet tomorrow night."
"What shoes?" Gabe started to ask, but now that he was looking he saw a pair on the ground, a pair of glossy black rounded toe three inch heels. "Why… why did you tell them you needed clothes for a girl? No scratch that, why didn't you just borrow from the boys or better yet. Go down to the gift shop and get me something cheap?"
Seeing him get flabbergasted and red faced was well worth the time to gather the clothes. "One, because I'm not spending money on you. Two because this is funnier, but if you like you can go put a towel on and visit the boys, or go in your cute panties." Why the hell did she have to be like this? No he was sure why.
"You could have just taken my card from my wallet. Madre de Dios (Mother of God) are you doing this because I tried to leave your shit school?" Maria thought she had her fun, it would have been a hoot and a half to see her brother leave in the skirt with his hairy legs and walking in the heels, but she could just as easily spend his money. She did pointedly ignore his comment about the school. It was a good school, and she loved teaching the kids, seeing their passions come to life in drama. "Okay, where is your wallet?"
That was a very good question he thought as he looked over at the night stands next to the bed. "Ahh, just a second." He said as he walked over to them, opened the drawers. Inside he found a copy of the Bible, a channel guide for the TV and the remote, but no wallet. He looked under the bed and riffled through the sheets. "¡Mierda! (Shit!) My wallet could be at that last bar I went to or… no I would have had to pay for my ride back here. My wallet was in my pants I gave to that stupid cow!"
He hung his head for a second before looking back up to his sister for sympathy. "I lost my wallet, can I borrow some money for the trip?" Maria's face darkened at the mention of money. She was sick and tired of the financial burden of her little brother falling on her. Their mother didn't magically have the money to help him with college, that was her. Her Madre came to her asking for help, she felt so guilty for not having enough to provide for them growing up, but still she was proud her little boy got accepted into such a good school and she couldn't tell him no. She hardly ever could. So Maria helped pay for his school, not that he knew. Though it was grating on her how he acted superior because of his degree. He helped with the house's finances now, but complained about it constantly.
"No I don't think so, if you are so irresponsible as to lose your wallet you get to put on the skirt that was lent to you and walk yourself down to the mall and use your vouchers."
Gabe looked down at the clothes again. Wondering what he could do about the situation. No money, no clothes beyond what Maria got him just to mess with him. Irresponsible his ass, it wasn't his fault that woman did something with his pants. Sure he was drunk and forgot his wallet in them, but if she wasn't a bad employee the hotel would have returned it to him.
Then something occurred to him about the clothes and Maria not willing to help. "I will just talk to the boys, just tell me what rooms they are in and I will call them, but sis… I will need money for food at least for the trip." Maria thought about telling him to live off of the free saltine crackers and brunch the hotel had, but she too did remember how hard it was when they had almost no food. If she hadn't already been fully grown, maybe she would be scrawny, or maybe she would be taller than she was now. "I will make you a deal. You wear the clothes I got you and I will pay for your food this weekend." Maria really wanted to take him down a peg, she was happy with just the panties, but after hearing how his little drinking binge lost him his suit, wallet and not to mention the job. The very reason he wasn't around for the flight over to D.C.
Gabe on the other hand looked at the girls clothes, picked up the skirt, decided he could live off of one meal a day, it was not worth it. He looked up at his sister to say as much when he saw her take a photo of him. A photo that would show him in panties and holding up a skirt. "Also, I won't post this on Facebook and tag you."
Throwing down the skirt he took two steps over to his sister. He was so focused on the idea of snatching her phone he didn't consider what she was capable of. As he reached out she grabbed his arm and twisted him around, tossing him much easier than he would like to admit onto the bed.
As he lay there his head still throbbing, he gave it a second to catch up with what happened. He heard her phone go off again. Gabe now wasn't sure why he tried that, he knew his sister was big on those self defense classes that she started taking the moment she got her first job at a local salon as a teen. "That didn't work out very well for you. So now that I have another photo, one with you laying next to your girly clothes with your butt in the air are you going to put them on or shall I post them? Consider this though, while you will be embarrassed and people will absolutely make fun of you, it will still be better than all of your old college friends seeing them. Or at least I would guess."
Gabe opened his mouth and then shut it as he considered the ramifications of what she had said. Social media could be a big influence in his future career and what she was threatening could isolate him from any of his connections that might be able to help him like Clint did, or tried to do. Sitting up on the bed, he almost asked if she was serious, but one look at her demeanor told him what he needed to know. "I… I will do it, but could you please maybe find me pants? Ay Dios mio (Oh my Lord!) if one of the girls or boys see me dressed like this they could ruin me just as quickly as you."
"You are wearing what I got you, but… if you like I could make it so no one would know it's you." The nausea that had been building up from his stress gave way to relief. "Absolutely! Maybe get me a trench coat and glasses or something to disguise me?"
That made Maria laugh. "A disguise, yes, but considering what you will be wearing, I'm thinking of something more feminine, like makeup and changing your hair." Gabe gulped then nodded slowly. Back when Maria first started working at the salon she was just a receptionist, but wanting to earn more they taught her about nails, makeup and hair so she could assist. After that she bugged him repeatedly to practice, and he never gave in. Now though, he would relent and hope none of the students recognized him.
"If I do this I will be heading right to the mall and back. If the new boss man comes by, you buy me time, right?" He could see the excitement in her eyes that now accompanied the wolfish grin she had when first suggesting this. "So long as you don't spend all day at the mall shopping and looking at boys." Gabe groaned and knew this was it, she had won, but at least no one that knew him would know.
Seeing his look, Maria went over and picked up the skirt he tossed in the ground. "First thing is as a girl you need to treat your clothes better than that." He gave his sister a perplexed look, but she plowed right past it. "Second thing is you need to shave your legs and face."
Gabe reached up and touched his well groomed mustache. He hadn't considered shaving, and he hated the idea of losing this piece of his masculinity. Men shave off and regrow facial hair all the time, but with how often he actually needed to shave it took some time to get it right and one of the reasons he chose to go with the thin mustache look. He then looked down at his hairy legs, it wasn't that he had a lot of hair. It was just that his dark hair stood out. "Sure, I guess." He said with a sigh before heading back to the bathroom with his sister close behind.
She provided him with some cream to exfoliate his skin and Nair. It wasn't a long process, or that quick either. First he exfoliated, rinsed it off, dried off and then applied the Nair. After about six minutes he could start to feel it, after eight he could feel the burn and quickly went to rinse and wipe it from his skin. He watched the clumps of dark hair move in the tub with a pang of sadness. As he stepped out of the shower the cold air hit him and it felt different, not bad, but without his hair it made him feel more ****, even if it was all in his head. Gabe was not a fan of the image he saw in the mirror and quickly turned away to put the panties back on and with a sigh went back out to see his sister.
To her credit she didn't laugh, but she did look at him oddly. "What?" He asked, feeling self-conscious. "¿Por qué te afeitaste todo?" (Why did you shave everything?) Gabe looked down at himself. "Isn't that what you said to do?" His sister shook her head and now let out a laugh. "No, hermanita (no, little sister), just your legs and face." The comment made him blush and fired him up. "I'm not your sister or a child."
Maria just shrugged a little. "Come have a seat, we have work to do, but maybe if you did what I said you would have more hair." He gave his sister a glare as he went and sat down like she wanted. "Stop talking like you're my mom." Maria pursed her lips and considered what she could do to her little shit brother's hair to make the short wavy hair more feminine. "Stop acting like a child then." She said as she moved over to him and ran her fingers through his hair. Gabe sat in silence as she messed with his hair, using scissors only a little after putting down a towel and adding product. What he balked at was when she came near him with tweezers. "Oh no, none or that, not happening!" Maria slapped one of his hands that he tried to use to block her from her task. "Cálmate (calm down), just need them to be not so bushy or they will give you away." Soon she declared his hair done, but didn't let him up from the seat as she started the next task of makeup.
His skin tones were the same as her own. Making what she brought on the trip perfect. She had always wanted to do this to him growing up, and now not only did she get to do his makeup, but got to dress him up too. She wasn't sure how his ego would take this, and after he got clothes and came back he might be insufferable. But no one could take this moment away from her. She got to play dress up with her little brother and send him out into the world hoping no one would see through the disguise. The humiliation he is and will feel would be a drop in the bucket for how girls felt with how he treated them, but it would be a lesson men don't get. After applying lipstick she did one last thing, with coloring in a mole he had to make it a beauty mark. "Oh my gosh. Gabriel. You are beautiful!" She said Stepping back."Yeah, let me see." Gabe started to get up, but she stopped him. "No, go get dressed first. Can't have a young lady running around almost naked." A young adult, a male adult, even one in disguise. He mentally corrected not enjoying how she kept referring to him as a female. "Yes Mom." He said just to bother her.
As much as he told her that she was not his mom, he never understood why it irked her so much when he called her that, but if it didn't he wouldn't have kept it up over these years. The shirt, a blouse, was going to be a pain with the buttons on the wrong side, but before he could put that on his sister stopped him. "Wait, you need a bra first. A girl your age wouldn't be so flat chested, unless you want people to pay extra attention to you." She said ready to give him a little payback.
Gabe didn't see a bra on the bed, but when he saw Maria opening up her suitcase he frowned. His sister was large of chest, he recalled her complaining about her friends being larger than her and their Madre said everything comes in time and she was right because she had to be a D-cup and now apparently so was he, though he wasn't sure what she meant by a girl his age, what other age would he be?
"Don't move now, chiquitita (little one). You are smaller than me, so I'm having to pin the bra closed and I don't want to stick you."
Seeing the large empty cups of the lacy white bra didn't make him feel any better about the situation, then he felt something he didn't expect and humiliating as his sister slapped his bottom. "All done, now get dressed."
Soon he was sitting on the bed wearing the white blouse with three quarter length sleeves, that was stretched as far as it could to contain the large chest it was not made to cover and the purple plaid tartan pleated skirt. What felt much better than he expected on his smooth legs was those thin girlish white knee socks, but that was easily balanced by the bra straps digging into his flesh and the tight feeling of the heels as the thin buckle was clasped shut. Forcing his foot to stay an angle.
Maria smiled at the image of what appeared to be a teen school girl sitting in the bed. "We need three quick lessons so you don't get caught and hauled off somewhere. Voice, sitting and walking. Your voice has never been deep, so if you just talk a little lighter or breathier you will be fine. Sitting I'm going to show you how to smooth your skirt when you sit and how you should sit, the answer is one leg over the other."
Gabe opened his mouth to interject, bur she kept talking like she was teaching a class. "It might be uncomfortable with your junk, but I promise you it will be better than someone seeing up your skirt. Then lastly is walking in heels."
The first thing she went over was talking and she made him practice as they went into the next lessons on how to sit like a lady. "I just love how my legs look in this skirt!" He said repeating after her. When he complained that he can make up his own sentences she stopped him as he slipped back into his own voice.
"We are using feminine sentences to help you get in character, or did you do all this to just get caught?" Gabe shook his head. But his sister looked at him with that stern teacher look. "I can't hear you, answer the question girl." She was enjoying this too much, but in about two hours it would all be over and his reputation would be intact. "No." He said in a short reply. "That won't do, try saying this. I want to be seen as a pretty girl, and not as an icky man, ma'am."
Gabe rolled his tongue around in his mouth trying not to say what he wanted to say, though he did consider saying Vete a la mierda (go fuck yourself) in the voice he was practicing, but instead he went with the tried and true way to mess with her. "I want to be seen as a pretty girl not some icky man, Mom." Maria bit her lip, but said nothing at first as she continued the lesson on sitting before moving to walking in heels.
Deciding Gabe needed to be taught not just how to walk like a girl, but one on the prowl for men's attention. It took a few tires and he almost fell over twice, but he was a quick learner, something she could easily admit. "Okay, I think you got the basics. You no longer walk like a baby taking her first steps. Go take a look in the mirror and then you can head out." Gabe strutted to the mirror by the little desk in the room and Maria held in a snicker as she watched how his ass and legs moved with each step. It wasn't perfect, but impressive for a fifteen minute lesson on strutting.
In the reflective surface of the mirror Gabe saw a attractive, big breasted teen that had a look of surprise on her face to match his own. It didn't feel like looking at his reflection, but a girl who was just copying his every movement. "Maria, these tits are too big! They will draw too much attention."
Maria watched her brother cup his fake breasts and shook her head. "Breasts, not tits and that is better than being flat chested. If someone looks, maybe they will stare at your chest like you are and pay little attention to anything else."
Gabe looked over to his sister and then back to himself. Eyes mostly focused on his chest that his blouse threatened to give way to. With a groan he had to admit what she said as truth. "I guess… well, mejor me voy (I better get going). Gabe looked at the girl in the mirror again closely,Iike he was trying to catch her messing up as she mimicked him, then started to head to the door.
As he touched the door handle Maria called out to him. "It might rain, go ask the front desk to borrow an umbrella." Gabe opened the door while looking back at his sister as she told him what to do again. She could have made it sound like advise instead of a command, but she hardly ever did. "No hay problema, Mamá." (No problem, Mom.) He said just before turning to look at the man who had his hand raised as if to knock on the now open door. The man before him was none other than his new boss, Mr. Banks.
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Math Teacher to Student
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Gabe a first year math teacher finds himself to live as a female student. His older sister somehow is now his mom and his mother is his grandmother and every time he or someone tries to fix the situation it only finds him more stuck, going from Gabriel "Gabe" twenty four year old man to a seventeen year old girl named Gabriella.
Updated on Sep 17, 2022
by Nicegent42
Created on Sep 16, 2022
by Nicegent42
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