Mistaken For A Girl Singer - Chapter 8

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It was almost time for the others to arrive. Chris and Alan had been working for several hours on different songs. Always a little higher and always changing pronouns to sound like Chris was singing to a man.

Alan had sent Mark off to get some lunch, so it was just the two of them working side by side. Chris had never really done much personal, almost intimate, work with anyone before. He was very comfortable around Alan, and Alan acted like, well, almost like he was Chris' uncle or even his father.

"I think we need the girls here to continue," Alan said as the playback stopped.

"So. Let's chat, ok?"

"Sure."

Chris sat back. He knew the conversation wasn't going to be about the music. He avoided making eye contact with Alan.

"You have a big future here, sweetheart. I have seen a lot of young people with talent come through these doors, but not many like you and your sister and your friends." Chris smiled and nodded, waiting for the rest of the story.

"But, as a businessman, I do have to talk to you about your situation.

This is a big deal and I want you to get some counseling to be sure that you make the right choices."

"Counseling?"

Chris was a little taken aback.

"Yes. Gender counseling. You're preparing to live as a girl, Chris, no, as a woman. Have you thought about how this is going to affect every aspect of your life?"

"Yes, sir, I have and I am sure that I am doing what's right for me and Terry." "Are you? Some things will have to be done eventually, you know. It's possible that your chin won't get stronger or your bone structure won't get wider, but you can't wear glue on boobs for the rest of your life."

"Yes, sir. I know."

"Please, stop with the 'sir' stuff, Chrissie."

"Ok, Mr Bennett."

"Never mind. Stick with 'sir', if you can't call me Alan. Exactly how old are you sweetheart?"

"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in September."

"That's a problem."

"Why?"

"Because the press will be all over you girls by September."

He paused and thought for a moment. "

Chrissie, I am going to make a suggestion.

Now, I know that you are still a very young man and I assume that there are aspects of manhood you'd like to keep.

Chris' jaw fell open.

"Well, yes, sir. I mean, I really like girls,"

"I don't mean to embarrass you, honey, but this is part of the business and I have to know where things are headed."

Chris nodded that he understood, but he wished that he could just melt away rather than continue this conversation.

"Here's my proposal: I want you to get that counseling. We have great people on the payroll for those discreet people. I know that, in a typical situation, with counseling, etc, it would be a year or more before this ever came up, but, if you are willing, we have some great and discreet cosmetic surgeons on our payroll, too."

"Cosmetic surgeons?"

"Yes. Well, since you want your down part to still function, hormones are out of the question and, besides, our clock is ticking. I think that the best course for us, you, and the company, that is, to follow is to have artificial breasts implanted in your chest. They would look completely natural and remove the possibility that anyone could discover that you were wearing silicone boobs."

Chris looked down at the breasts he'd been wearing for the last week and a half wow, had it only been a week and a half!? It felt like forever. So much had changed. The band, the girls, Nashville. It was all just because he looked like a girl and he REALLY LIKED how he looked. Did he want to make it permanent?

"The procedure can be done, quietly, any day you decide. There is a ten-day to two-week recovery, a little pain from the skin stretching, but nothing too much, and then you'd have a more or less natural pair. The beauty of this is that should you girls be one-hit wonders of something like that and you want to go back to being Christopher, it is completely reversible they can be removed." Chris was still staring at his phony boobs and thinking. Then he quietly asked.

"How do you know so much about this stuff, sir?"

Alan laughed.

"Chrissie, this is the music 'business.' Image is even more important than talent for a lot of my clients male and female. You girls are amazing, but I can't have your first releases be sidetracked by scandal. Maybe this is too much pressure for someone as young as you."

"I'll do it," Chris interrupted. Alan stopped and looked at Chris for a long time before speaking again.

"Are you sure?" Chris nodded.

"Yes, sir. It's not even just for the band. I was just never very good at being a guy and I seem to be really good at being a girl. I still see myself as a guy. This is hard for me to talk about, sir, but I well, I want to do it."

"I will need to talk to your mom before we do anything, you know. You are still legally a child." Chris nodded and thought about how tough that conversation was going to be.

"This is Wednesday, and it's nearly noon. Is she home now? Can we call her or Skype her?"

"She doesn't get home from work till around 5:30, sir, but Terry and I have been Skypeing her every night at around 7:00."

"Good! We'll do that from my office at 7:00, then. Is that okay?"

Chris finally looked up and smiled at Alan Bennett. He felt relieved that someone had brought this up. He hadn't realized it until now, but he'd been envying the girl's equipment. How must it feel to have real boobs? The way that a bra cupped them. How they felt to touch. He knew that this was what he really wanted to do.

"Yes, sir. That's great."

"So, there would be no hormones, he'd still be able to father children if he wanted to and it would be reversible if he wanted to go back to living as a boy?"

It had been a long day for Chris. Denise had not told them to bring clothes for Chris, so he was still in his suit and little cover-up. They'd recorded drum and bass and a few guitar tracks for His Eyes, but Alan Bennett was a real task-master in the studio, so there was a lot of pressure.

Gina, in particular, was really frustrated with her own playing and had to take a few minutes to pull herself together. Chris had gone into the hallway with her and told her how great she was playing and encouraged her to keep it up. Gina pulled it together, listened to everything that Alan said, and played great.

At 6:00, Alan had dismissed the rest of the band, but Chris stayed behind for the online chat between him, Alan, and Mom. Mom was a little freaked at first, but things had become calmer and now, she was understanding that this really was what Chris wanted.

"That's right, Mrs Johnson."

"And Chrissie, honey, are you sure that you are ready for this?"

"Yes, Mom, I know I am. I talked to Terry about it this afternoon, too. She's here with me mommy, so you know that I am in good hands." "What did she say about it?"

"She cried a little at first and asked if she was forcing this on me, but, honestly, Mom, I am so much happier looking like a girl than a boy. It's like I'm better at it, you know?"

Her image on the computer screen nodded.

"All right, then, baby. Email me the forms and I will sign them and fax them back in the morning."

When Chris got back to the hotel, it was nearly 11:00. The girls were all in their nighties, but they had been anxiously waiting to hear what Chris had to say. He told them everything that had happened that day.

"So, I am meeting the doctor tomorrow, and, if everything goes well, I'll get real boobies on Friday."

"Friday?"

They all seemed shocked, but no one seemed more concerned than Margo.

"Chrissie, are you sure about this?"

She asked.

"I feel like I am somehow responsible for this. Are you sure that this is what you want to do?"

"I am. I know this is right for me."

Terry had her 'mother hen' look on, a look that she had taken to a lot when dealing with Chris for the last two weeks, but Chris could tell that she was ok with it. Gina and Gracie seemed, understandably, surprised, but Margo seemed more agitated than Chris expected.

Finally, she took him by the hand and led him to his bedroom.

"We'll be right back. We just need to talk."

She called over her shoulder.

The door shut and Margo turned and looked at Chris. She bit her lip while she thought and then said, "Listen, Chris, I have to talk to you about this just you and me."

"Ok."

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know, but it's what's best for the band and I think..." "What if there was no band?"

"What!?"

"Remember when Alan laid into Gina and you went out into the hall to talk to her?"

"Yes."

"I was really pissed that he made her feel bad and I told him so. And you know what he said? He said, 'You all have to be as good as Chrissie, or Chrissie can do this all by herself.' He said that you had everything going for you.

That the 'girl band' idea was a great way to get everything going, but that you were good enough to do this without any of us even as a guy."

Chris was stunned. Alan Bennett had never said anything like that to him.

"So, why don't we just go home and you can do this all by yourself without the tits and without the dresses, ok!?"

Chris sat on the bed and shook his head, trying to figure everything out. Margo was more agitated than Chris had ever seen her.

"In the past couple of weeks, things have really been going crazy for me and, I have to tell you, I think that I am really falling for you. You know what, I can tell you exactly when I started thinking of you differently I mean not as Terry's little brother, but I don't know how to say it, but well, as someone I wanted to get involved with romantically involved. You know?"

Chris sat on the bed and looked up at her, then down at the floor, "I guess. Yeah." "It was in your basement when you sang with us the first time. I just kind of fell for you right then and there."

Chris kept looking down, but he nodded. "Well, once you started wearing dresses and getting all pretty, I just fell deeper and deeper.

I don't know exactly what that says about me I've been with guys and I like guys and I don't think about girls in a sexual way, but the girlier you get the more I want you, and the girlie I want you to be."

Chris nodded some more.

"That's weird, isn't it? But Chrissie, I am not thinking about this as a heterosexual thing or a homosexual thing, I just think that I love you, Chrissie."

Chris turned his head up and smiled at Margo. He had tears in his eyes.

"The thing is, though, it's all kind of a fantasy, but, now you're going to make it permanent and I think I need to know where you stand. Where do you see this all going, baby? Are you going to take hormones or get castrated, because, when I fantasize, I do not see myself with a girl?

That little tube of skin tucked into your bathing suit's crotch is a big deal for me and it SHOULD BE for you, too! Look, if it comes down to losing the opportunity to be in a successful band or you keeping your wiener, there is no contest keep your wiener, little one."

Chris stood up and hugged Margo. Then he stood on his tiptoes to kiss her. The kiss turned passionate before it ended.

"I love you, too. I really do and when I think about the future, it's always with you. I am getting, this done so that we can be successful all of us together and, you know as well as I do, that no one cared about me as a boy.

As a girl I'm happy. I have friends. I'm successful and I have friends and I feel so nice in my new clothes. I feel pretty and I love that feeling. I also love being a part of the group you know, all of you guys. I can't go back to being a nothing! I can't go back to being all alone, all the time.

I want to do this so that I can continue all those things, but I will always stay a boy, too. I promise."

Margo smiled, then hugged him and rested her chin on his forehead.

"So, when you, you know dream and you fantasize, you're always with a girl, right?"

Chris was quiet for a moment, then very quietly said, "I never."

Margo moved back just a bit to look into his face.

"What? Never?"

"You know, it's mom and Terry and me and I always felt like I'd get caught, so."

"Wow."

She whispered and then kissed him long and soft on his lips. She let go of him and then raised his arms and pulled his little, white cover-up off.

Then, she slowly lowered the straps of the bathing suit he'd been wearing all day. Slowly, she pulled the suit down around his ankles and he stepped out of it. As Margo looked over his body, he allowed himself to relax a bit.

"Lay down on the bed, baby girl."

Margo smiled and almost laughed. She really loved the idea that Chris was her 'baby girl' but was thrilled that her baby girl had a good-sized, ha ha ha!

Chris lay on his back and Margo lay on her side beside him. She supported her head on her left arm while she ran her right hand over his artificial breasts. When she reached his belly, his stomach spasmed with nervous surprise.

"Wow, you have the softest skin of any boy I ever knew."

Chris looked up into her eyes, so confident and so sure of herself. When Margo looked into Chris' eyes, she saw fear and excitement, but she was sure that he trusted her, too.

"And no hair, either." She whispered.

"I like that. Soft and sexy and girlie.

She kissed his neck.

"Awesome."

Chris was overwhelmed by the sensations.

"There you go." She encouraged.

"That's nice, isn't it?" She leaned in and kissed his lips, softly, passionately. Her kisses moved down to his neck and he let out another, whispered gasp. Margo lifted her head and leaned back just a bit to watch Chris.

"That's my girl. Here it comes.

And Chris exploded onto the smooth, soft skin of his abdomen.

At first, he could barely breathe, but then he let out some soft moans.

"Shh, baby, shhh," Margo whispered.

"Hush, sweetie, the girls are on the other side of the door. Shhh."

As Chris' breathing slowed and became more normal, Margo laid back and reached over to grab the tissue box on the nightstand. She pulled out a few tissues and handed them to Chris.

"Here, sweetpea, clean up. Why don't you flush those and take a quick shower? I just wanted to be sure that you knew what it felt like. You liked, it, right?" Chris sat up and pulled a sheet around him, becoming strangely timid and feminine. He pulled his long hair loose from the sheet and then he looked at Margo, thought for a moment, blushed, smiled, and nodded.

"I did," he giggled. He fell back into Margo's arms for one more moment, kissed her, then jumped off the bed, still wrapped in the sheet, and disappeared into the bathroom.

"So, how big are we going with these?"

Doctor Casey, a beautiful woman in her thirties, was looking at Chris's chest. Dr. Casey had removed the prosthetic breasts. Chris' own chest was looking a little red and irritated. She had already told him that she would provide him with some silicone enhancers that he could stuff into his bra for the next couple of days.

"Just show less cleavage until the surgery," she had advised.

“I, I don’t know,” Chris said. “Not too big,” Margo said.

“About like mine, I should think,” Terry said.

The examining room was crowded with all these women crammed in, but Chris’ mother’s paperwork had insisted that Terry be there and Chris had insisted that Margo be there, too.

“So, a 34B, then? That should look nice on your frame, I should think. I am going to have one of my nurses bring in a couple of padded bras for you to try. They will be sized at 32B, 34B, and 34 C. Take a look at them, try them with a tee shirt, and see how they look. I’ll be back in to see what you think.”

The girls helped Chris try on the bras and offered lots of criticism. Eventually, they decided on the 34B.

“They look a little bigger on you than Terry, though.” Margo offered. “Really?” Terry was a little surprised at her reaction, but she actually was a little jealous. She stood beside Chris in the mirror and compared herself to him. Margo looked from one twin to the other.

“Wow! Over the last two weeks, you two have gone from looking similar to almost being identical twins, except for the height thing.”

Terry looked at their reflection and put her arm around Chris’ shoulders.

“We do look more alike than I ever thought we did. I mean, we have pictures from when we were little and mom dressed us alike, but we both looked like boys back then. Little shorts and tee shirts. Never as girls.”

Chris looked at the two of them in the mirror, too.

“Never as girls.”

He repeated.

“Terry, if Dad were still alive, what do you think he’d think of this?”

Terry was really caught off guard. Their dad had been dead for nearly six years now. He was killed in a car accident home from visiting Chris in the hospital when he was in seventh grade. They both missed him, of course, but it was always painful to talk about him.

"Chris, Daddy loved you and me with all of his heart. He would have wanted you to be happy. And, Chris, he loved music. If he could have heard you sing, I know he’d be proud of you, baby. I know he would.”

Chris smiled into the mirror and leaned his head onto Terry’s shoulder. Until recently, Terry and Chris had been like any other siblings, but now they were closer than ever. ‘How could this not be right?’ Chris thought as he enjoyed Terry’s hug.

A sniffle from Margo made them both turn to look at her. She was wiping a tear from her eye.

“What?’ she said with mock indignation, “I’m a little hormonal right, now, ok!? And seeing my best friend and her brother having ‘a moment’ made me cry.”

Terry laughed, “You mean your boyfriend and his sister?

You really think we look alike?” She took a few steps towards Margo.

“Do you want to kiss me, too?”

“Terry!” Chris hollered a little louder than he meant to. That made Margo laugh, too. “Hardly!”

“Really!?” Terry acted disappointed and pointed to her own lower abdomen.

“It’s because I don’t have that little thing down there, right?”

“Terry!” Chris hollered even louder.

The girls both laughed as Chris turned fifty shades of red.

Then Margo leaned into Terry and said, “I got news for you. It’s not that little.”

Chris nearly melted as the girls laughed harder.

Just then there was a knock on the door. When Dr. Casey reentered the room, she found Chris, Margo, and Terry all looking into the mirror. The girls were definitely suppressing grins.

“Yep, 34C looks great!” They said.

“Ok,” said the doctor.

“I’ll see you at 7:30 Friday morning, then.”

Friday came.

At 6:30, Chris was waiting in the lobby with Terry, Margo, Gina, Grace, and Denise. “Nothing to be scared of, sweetheart,” Denise was saying, “I had mine done a few years ago. Best thing I ever did.”

Despite her words of encouragement, the girls all looked very nervous.

“What’s with these gloomy faces, girls? Give her some encouragement. Come on!”

Grace spoke up, “Denise, I think that we’re all just concerned because this is all happening so fast.

The sudden success, the changes in our lives.

We just didn’t expect all this so suddenly and, well, you know, Chrissie isn’t just Terry’s little sister in a way, she’s mine and Margo’s and Gina’s too, so we’re just worried about her. That’s all.”

Chris finally smiled.

“Aww, Gracie,” He gave her a big hug.

“Thank you.”

Just then a large town car pulled up in front of the hotel doors.

“The car’s here,” Terry said and picked up Chris’ gym bag.

“Come on, Chrissie. We have to go.”

Chris let go of Grace and then hugged Gina and Denise.

“Ok.” He gave them a nervous smile, took Margo’s hand and he, Margo, and Terry walked out to the car together.