A new name for Nick.

My first task of the morning was the removal of my body hair. Sarah said it would help me make a mental transformation if my body changed. Without any argument against it, I went into the shower with a new razor some shaving cream that smelled of lilacs and spent most of an hour getting everywhere shaved. I only nicked my legs twice and my chest once. When I came out I could see why she wanted to start here. It felt… different. The silk PJs, which felt nice before, felt truly magical as they skimmed and slipped over my smooth skin.

Sarah and I spent the rest of the morning washing all the clothes, putting them in the closet and a little mini dresser she had, cleaning the new bedspread and supplies, putting them on, moving one of her monster gaming rigs into the space along with three ‘extra’ monitors, a boom mic, and a little mini Streamer Deck. Last of all things was the camera and setting up its background of the bed. I thought it looked fine, but Sarah argued that the walls needed more. We added the shelves, the plants, but still it was a little barren.

When we went through Sarah’s own collection of nick knacks and collectibles I realized just how hard it was going to be to get into this mindset. When I saw her Gen 1 Transformers I immediately picked out her Megatraon and Starscream toys. Sarah argued that some girls liked that stuff, but the girly girl that I as going to be wouldn’t. They got set aside and replaced with Strawberry Shortcake dolls. My interest in her Gundam collectables was replaced with acceptance at her My Little Pony collectables. The straw the broke my back was the posters. I grew really excited when I saw that she had original Cowboy Bebop and Blood: The Last Vampire posters. My shoulders just slumped, not even making her say no and instead picked out a Sailor Moon and Princess Tutu.

All the while we chatted about how we would go about ‘finishing me off’. Sarah admitted she didn’t have a name, so we kept batting ideas off each other. We knew we’d need two names, my ‘real’ name and my gamer handle, but we also knew they didn’t need to match up like my current name and gamer tag did. My new streaming handle came first when I was looking on Tremble for what was available. Princess BabyDoll. The BabyDoll part actually came from what Marci called me when she asked if I was okay and that made it feel a little better. I didn’t expect to like my femme internet name, but this seemed to be going over the top. Then again, Sarah’s strongest suggestion so far was Sexy CatGirl.

Initially when Sarah came to me with the name Sadie, I didn’t like it. I didn’t think it was better than Hannah, our current front runner. But when Sarah grinned and said that Sadie meant ‘princess’, it just fit. We kept talking about names, but nothing matched staying with Sadie and Princess BabyDoll.

With the name idea finally in place… Sadie Blossom… most of the room set up, and the last of the clothes in the dryer, Sarah said it was time to get my name changed. But to do that, she wanted me to be in makeup.

I knew this time would come, but was still nervous about being seen as a clown or worse. “Can’t we just do it via mail? Or better yet, wait until, you know, later?

Sarah was jokingly comforting. “Look, it will be fine. While wearing sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, and a hat, a bunch of frat brahs at the mall thought you were a girl. No one’s going to guess you’re you one I put some makeup on you and we have you in appropriate clothes. Trust me. Now sit down here at the vanity.”

Sitting in Sarah’s room was unnerving. She seemed very good at what she did and as I watched her go, “I” just kept disappearing more and more while this new beautiful girl came in. And Sarah even seemed modest about it. “Look, this is just a quick job. Something to get us through the day. I’ll show you how to really do your makeup later when we have time to concentrate on it. For now, a little blush, a little concealer, some eye shadow, and of course we have to emphasize those beautiful lips of yours with some pink glossy lipstick… and voilà! There’s a girl who looks like a Sadie Blossom!”

Turning my head side to side I couldn’t disagree. It wasn’t even me, but girly… it was someone different. Sarah only took a few moments brush out my hair and to pull it back up into the twin high ponytails like her own. That just made the makeup more effective.

Next came up clothes. Sarah said we didn’t have to go 100% full bore yet, but she did want me in a “long floral skirt”. Evidently where Sarah came from, long meant to just above the knees. She’d meant to spare me stockings on our first outing, but the nicks I’d made while shaving were a little obvious and she wanted to cover them up. So net came some nude thigh high stockings. I ripped the first one on my big toe nail and only managed it when Sarah showed me how to curl my toes in while rolling the stocking up my foot and leg. If the PJs felt magical, then the stockings felt downright miraculous. Each movement of my leg reminded me I had a sensitive second skin on and when my legs rubbed together… oh MY GOD! It really didn’t matter if it were my ankles, my calves, my knees, or my thighs, it felt aMAYzing.

Sarah said we’d look at long term solutions later and added a bra stuffed with gel inserts she’d used in the past to increase her own bust size. With the sports bra holding them tightly in place it did give the impression that I had breasts. Before I could get fascinated and stuck in the idea of looking at myself with breasts, Sarah slipped a breezy white blouse over me. It had a high neckline that would ensure I didn’t show off any nonexistent cleavage, but was still tight enough around the chest to enhance what I had. I mentioned that the breasts felt huge and Sarah fell into a fit of giggles. “Oh Sadie, my sweet summer girl. That’s adorable. Those are just barely a B cup!”

The next step was shoes. In an ironic twist, I was actually arguing that I should go with a small heel. “I’m gonna have to get used to it anyway. Why not start now?”

Sarah’s argument against was logical though. “Because you’re going to look like a new born cow, tipping and tripping and falling over everything. We need you to be stable in order to maintain the illusion of girly. We just didn’t get any normal sneakers… oh wait!”

The end result was a mix. I never knew there were sneakers in heels. Hell, I’d probably seen some before, but from the outside they just looked like regular hightops. The sole was still flat, but inside it was lifted up by three inches under the heel. They were kind of what I was expecting. They made me stand taller, and made my legs more curvy while pushing out my butt. They also mad me walk slower and with more purpose as I had to concentrate on my stride.

After accessorizing with some bracelets, an ankle bracelet, three rings, some clip on ear rings, and a necklace, all matching, we got into Sarah’s car and took off. When I saw we were heading toward the highway I looked at her questioningly. She must have seen me out of the corner of her eye as she answered without taking her eyes off the road. “I figured you wouldn’t want to go someplace that might see some flaw and wonder if they’re looking at a guy. Trust me, you look good and will fool most people but if there’s anything missing and we walk into an empty court office near the school, they might remember the pink haired cross dresser. But if we do it in the next town over where their courts are always packed, no one’s going to blink an eye. Plus they process the expedited forms, so we might be able to get you ID later this week!”

Driving over wasn’t bad. Even when Sarah put on her playlist of J Pop. We chatted, and joked, and I’d almost forgot I had pink hair and was wearing a skirt when we pulled up to the huge municipal and court building. Before we got out Sarah looked at me all serious. “Okay, it might play a little strange in there, but you have to act like you’re voice is gone. Like, can barely speak in a whisper, gone. We haven’t even begun to get your voice ready to be heard and it will be a dead give away.”

I nodded and we tried for about fifteen minutes until settling on what felt like a high pitched fake girls voice but held down to barely a whisper. I had to admit, it DID sound like a girl that had lost her voice. Sarah was particularly impressed. “Okay, just let me do as much of the talking as possible. I don’t think you’ll have to actually say much once you indicate that I’m talking for you. Okay. Ready sweety?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. No time like the present.

Sarah was right. The courthouse was packed. It took us a half hour in line before we got the first packet of forms to fill out. It took another thirty minutes to get the forms filled out and then forty five minutes in the next line to process them. Once Sarah told them what was up “My friend lost her voice at the BTS concert last night.” All I had to do was nod along as the clerk checked the forms and stamped it with the time, date, and accepted stamp.

Next up was waiting to sit for the county clerk and going over the forms again. The big sticking point was gender. Sarah said I wasn’t going through a transition and therefore didn’t need to change any of those records. The clerk seemed dubious, until Sarah told a story that shocked both the Clerk and me. “Look, okay I didn’t think we’d need to get this personal, but Nick’s old boyfriend form a couple years back keeps stalking him. He keeps finding him and trying to get back together and when Nick stands tall and says he’s moved on, his ex gets violent. Well, I’m sick of seeing my friend show up at my house with a black eye, a bloody nose, or a cracked rib. So changing his name seemed like the right thing to do. And as Nick’s ex knows he’s not interested in a sex change, changing his name to a girl’s will really throw him off the trail. Plus, back on campus there are just a lot of small minded people that see my friend and make jokes about Nick being a girl. If he can go by Sadie, he can at least avoid those people as they’ll never know.”

My eyes felt like they were the size of saucers as I just nodded, not even knowing how I’d disagree with Sarah’s story without unraveling every bit of it. I evidently have an abusive ex boyfriend who’s stalking me. To my surprise the clerk comes around and sits down next to me, giving me a hug. “I’m sorry honey, I have to ask these questions. It’s the law. But I’ve had a bad ex too and I completely understand. It’s fine, I’ll get these processed right away. In fact, if you want to wait for another twenty minutes or so, I’ll walk you right over and we can get your replacement state ID and drivers license.

By the time we walked out with my new IDs in hand, a feather could have pushed me over. As soon as the door closed, Sarah squealed with delight. “Oh My God! I can’t believe that worked! I mean, I thought it might as she was totally giving off a mom vibe, but for her to rush it so much and get you’re the IDs too! And you! You played such a helpless little girl that even I wanted to go extra and help out! It couldn’t have gone better!”

Sarah moves in for a hug and her excitement is contagious, so I hold out my arms and lean in. Ready for a warm hug, which we’ve had several times, I’m completely surprised to instead feel Sarah’s lips press against mine. One of her hands sneaks up to cup the back of my head while she rubs my back comfortingly. But the kiss is anything but soothing as she turns her head and goes from peck on the lips to sticking her tongue in my mouth in just seconds. When she finally pulls away she has an absent happy smile until she opens her yes. I’m not sure how I looked because I’m not really sure how shocked and aroused combine in a look. But I was definitely feeling both of those!

“Oh my God Ni… Sadie. I’m SO sorry. I was just really excited and you looked like my… well… never mind. Forget that ever happened. Let’s get going.”

And just like a car changing gear, Sarah seemed done with our kiss and driving home.

Normally after kissing a girl I mentally get stuck on the taste of their lipstick, but as I lick my lips I’m reminded that I have no idea how Sarah’s lipstick tastes. All I can taste is my own lipstick.

When I realize there’s no possibility of me forgetting that happened, I turn to Sarah and start to speak, but she interrupts by putting a finger on my lips, hushing me. “No. Not in the car. I can’t forget either, and this is going to put a wrinkle in our plan. But we’ll talk about it at home.”