Scene 4

Scene 4

Standing on the back patio, Greg moved his hand to tuck his long dark hair behind his ear. The movement caused the pair of thin gold bracelets to slide down from his wrist. The feeling was unusual, but the rest of his outfit wasn’t exactly normal for him. He had on light pink thong panties, a matching pushup C cup bra that was stuffed. Over it a chocolate brown dress, that if he was being generous would say came halfway down his silky smooth legs, that allowed him to feel every bit of the breeze that went by. He stood perched atop wedged heels, his mother had said he was both bad and good this week so he got to wear wedges. Though the pair he wore were little over five inches at the back end. Over the course of the week he had gotten a little more used to looking like this, with bracelets on his wrists, a few rings on his fingers, and earrings. The eight of the dangling pair now kept him from forgetting they were there.

The best piece of news he had gotten was that he didn’t have to wear a corset today or a panty girdle. Over the course of the week, unless he was in the shower he had worn one or the others, even in sleeping he wasn’t free of the restrictive garments. His mother insisted it would help, and resisting only made it so he had to wear a pair of heels to bed for a few nights in a row. Not having to wear a corset felt like an odd thing to be happy about when he didn’t know the name for the garment before a week ago, but here he was with a new perspective and happy he only needed it for this one day.

“Genna I just love seeing that smile, you have blossomed into a beautiful young woman, I bet you are popular with the boys..” He waved his hand in the air, keeping that stupid smile on his face. “Oh stop, I’m not .”

“You remind me of me when I was younger, I just wish Jackson was here to see the young woman his daughter grew into. I’m so sorry we lost contact after he passed, he was such a good man and I always hated how your mother pushed him. He was never the workaholic, that is Cynthia and I still think he pushed him to an early grave.”

“Grandma, Mom isn’t so bad…” The older woman cut him off. “Yes, yes. She isn’t so bad, she meant well. It is obvious you have a special bond with her, that is a mother’s due to have a bond with her daughter. I just wish I was able to see past myself so I could have spent time with you. We missed out on so much, going dress shopping, going out for tea. If I just reached out sooner I could have seen how pretty you looked in your gown for prom.

Greg almost gagged in his mouth thinking about wearing a prom dress for the old bat to take photos. This one day in the backyard was enough, it would take him weeks to grow his eyebrows back and then he had to go and turn his room back to the way it was. His mom had even badly hidden a playgirl magazine under his mattress, sticking out just a little. Saying that way his grandmother knew her granddaughter was of the proper mindset. Last thing they needed was her to think her granddaughter was a lesbian. While it was fine for someone to be attracted to the same gender, the point of this was to get on her good side. Not confront the old woman’s prejudices. “I truly wish we could have met like this sooner.” That way this could already be over with, he added mentally.

“Sit down dear, I want to hear all about you. The things you like, the things you love. I want you to tell me about your high school experience, kids always want to leave school, but I hope you enjoyed it while you could. “

Smoothing the skirt as he sat, Greg crossed his leg easily over the other. His mannerisms drilled into him like it was a job over the last week to make things look natural. “What can I say grandma, I’m just your typical girl. I love kittens, high heels, makeup, cute dresses and of course boys.” The story of the type of girl Genna was had already been planned out by his mother, he was a boy. So to pretend to be a girl he was going to be the most girly girl possible and it made him sick. “School, school was really hard, grandma. I almost didn’t pass. Did you know not only do you have to pass classes, but they make you take a really big test you have to pass too?”

That was the other thing that his mom told him, how people in life ask less questions to those they think are dim witted. She had this new hire at her office that was more interested in looking good for men than trying to rub two brain cells together. She could barely be trusted to do file work, but no one asked her to do anything harder because they knew it wouldn’t happen. That was what his mom wanted his grandma Brandi to think when she thought of her granddaughter. Too stupid to ask any complicated questions. “I did get my diploma but mom said she was super worried for a while. Even the math tutor she got me said he was happy to take the money, but he didn’t like wasting his time. He was so mean.”

“The good lord makes some men mean, you just make sure when you marry you know your man’s temperament when he is sober and drunk.”

“I'm not getting married anytime soon grandma. I want to go off to college first!”

“With how you did in school are you sure college is right for you honey?” That was the double edge of the stupid bimbo mentality. He was hoping she didn’t pick up on it. The old bat was supposed to be in mental decline, but other than thinking she had a granddaughter she seemed sharp as ever. “I would love to go to college! Go off on my own, learn to be independent. Mom said you went off on your own states away from your parents, just like mom did. Besides I can take courses on fashion, I’m, like, sooo good at picking out an outfit. Can you just imagine getting paid to pick out clothes for someone? Though I can’t get excited, Mom said we might not be able to afford for me to go anywhere but community college. Gross and like I would have to take the bus because we can’t afford to get me a car.”

This was his real goal, to talk about something he knew she would want to support and work it so she gave the money so he could get a car and afford to get out of this town for school. His mom promised him it would happen with the money she gave, but if he pushed a little he hoped to get more out of her. She had the money and he wanted it.

“That is a lot to unpack sweetheart, I remember when I used to talk quickly like that with my girlfriends. You should have invited a few of your girlfriends, I would have loved to meet them.”

“Oh no grandma, this party is just for you so we can get to know one another. Maybe next time!” Stop changing the topic, old lady and tell me what I want to hear!

“That would be nice. You can tell a lot about someone by who they choose to spend their time with. Something I imagine you will learn when you go off to college.”

“If that ever happens.” Greg said automatically, the response fit the situation perfectly, but he wouldn’t have said it if he was thinking about what Genna would have said. She was supposed to be polite.

“Well, the first thing I want to do is give you this.” Brandi pulled out an envelope from her purse, handing it over. On the way here she had her driver stop at a local spa. She got that for her granddaughter and a bottle of wine for her daughter in law Cynthia. She just detested showing up to someone’s house without something to hand them. Listening to Genna turned her stomach with what she heard. It seemed like she wasn’t the brightest girl, but if she was struggling like that in school her mother should have noticed sooner and got better tutors or enrolled her in private school where she could get the attention she deserved.

The woman was supposedly the vice persistent of acquisitions for one of the worlds largest companies, but if she didn’t have the foresight to even save for college for her only child she was a disgrace to motherhood. She wasn’t born to money, but married into it, but it was her who grew it on the stock market. Her Jackson told her all about how Cynthia worked a full time job while attending some Ivy league school, she had forgotten what one long ago and didn’t care to ask. Then worked her way up from a secretary at MegaCorp to where she was now, it sounded all well in good, but the second her Jackson wasn’t around it seemed like she pissed her money away. Cynthia had even complained how they were close to losing their house, she was a disaster.

Opening the envelope Greg pulled out the card reading it aloud. “Time has passed quicker than I would have liked. I have missed seeing my Jackson’s little princess grow up to be a young woman. Please take this and know I missed you and love you.” Inside the card was a certificate for New U spa, complete princess package. “Aww Grandma, you shouldn’t have.” I wish you didn’t! Cash! Cash would have been a good gift! With that same plastered smile on his face Greg leaned forward in his chair to give the old woman a hug he really didn’t mean.

“The second thing I wanted is to let you know that it doesn’t matter what your mother said. I promise you that you will go to college, I will make sure of it.” If her mother wasn’t going to take care of her, then she would.

“Grandma, you don’t need to do that. This card, with what you say in it would have been enough, but a spa package and you offering to pay for my college is just way too much!” Greg said while wondering how much he could resell this certificate for or if he could get a refund in cash.

“It is the least I can do for you Genna, as I was saying before. I have been absent too long in your life, and will make sure you get everything Jackson would have wanted. Your mother has left you wanting in life and I’m going to rectify that. I just wish I could have taken you in as my ward years ago, but that is my failing.”

Greg didn’t know what she was talking about with being a ward, but it sure sounded like she was also going to pay for a car, in addition to paying for college. She already didn’t like his mom, so maybe if he played his cards right he could get the money directly from her and then get it from his mom. He had to pretend to be a stupid girl for the day, both of them deserved to be taken advantage of.