Mistaken For A Girl Singer - Chapter 5

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They worked and they worked. When they weren't practicing, they were watching YouTube videos of Martina MacBride, Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Kellie Picker, and other female country singers.

They'd all make notes on movements, gestures, facial expressions, clothing, and makeup and then they'd rerun some of their material with Chris adding in the new movements, etc. They were all like a football coach trying to make a championship team.

On Sunday, they set up a video camera to record Chris' movements so they could take a close look at his movements.

"It's the way you move your hips, Chris," Gina was explaining. "You look like a girl, but your hips don't sway like one. There's still something boyish about you your hips."

They went back to rehearsing, but the movements just didn't improve.  At 2:00 that afternoon, Margo said, "Let's take a lunch break."

She pulled some money out of her pocketbook and handed it to Grace. "Why don't you guys run to Subway and get us some lunch. Let me talk to our little lady here for a few minutes. I think I can help her get those movements right."

Chris felt an excited, yet nervous flush pass across him.

He was a little nervous about being alone with Margo. He really did have a thing for her and he had fantasized about being with her many times, but in all of those fantasies, he never once was wearing a little yellow dress with a built-in petticoat.

When the others were gone, Margo smiled at him and said, "I think I know what's missing, Chrissie. It's just that, even though you're wearing a dress and you look like a knockout, you don't really know how it feels to be a girl."

She got up and grabbed her iPod and scrolled through her playlists until she found what she wanted. Then she plugged it into the PA system. The sounds of an older country song came through the speakers.

Don't look so sad I know it's over But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning  Chris was sitting and watching Margo adjust the volume. Her tight jeans squeezed her butt perfectly and made him even more nervous. When she turned and walked toward him, he blushed slightly.

"May I have this dance?" She extended her hand to him to help him to his feet.  He rose and Margo pulled him to her. She took his arms and put them around her neck, then she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in tightly.  "Rest your head on my shoulder and just let me lead."

Margo was wearing her boots and Chris, was just his flip flops, so his head rested easily on Margo's shoulder.

His head was turned away from Margo's chin and he could feel her warm breasts against his neck.

Goose bumps popped up all over his body.  The music continued: Take the ribbon from your hair, shake it loose, and let it fall.

As Margo led Chris across the limited open space in the basement she whispered to him. "Shh, now, close your eyes and just feel everything.

Feel how your dress sways with your hips. Doesn't that feel nice? It slides across your bottom, every time you move, doesn't it? Now, just focus on that for a moment. Feel it sway and swish and sway and swish shh"  Chris was almost hypnotized by the feelings and her voice.

"That's so much nicer than feeling pants on you, isn't it? Yes, I know it is. Now, feel how naked your legs are. Isn't that sexy? Can you feel my jeans brush against them? It's so nice. So, nice," she whispered some more.

"Think about this, too; the only thing separating my sex from yours is just your silky, little panties. Think how vulnerable that makes you, baby. Just your little panties protecting you from me. You are so vulnerable, but it is soooo worth it to feel this pretty, isn't it? Such a pretty girl, such a pretty girl. Just keep thinking about how that skirt feels, brushing on your legs."

The song ended and another started immediately. This time it was Kenny Rogers singing She Believes in Me. As the lyrics began, Margo leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin on Chris' shoulder.

They were, slow, warm, tender kisses and Chris could feel a stirring in his panties. Of course, he'd been aroused before, but with the gaff pulling everything so tight, this was different. It was just a longing to offer himself to Margo.

The kisses moved up Chris' neck until they reached his ear.  She sang quietly into his ear.  And she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world With my little songs, I was wrong  Margo bit at the little pearl earring that was nestled on Chris' earlobe. When she softly probed the inside of his ear with her tongue, Chris' knees nearly buckled beneath him.

He wasn't even thinking now, just acting on impulse pure, feminine impulse. With his eyes still closed, his head rolled back and he turned his head toward Margo's while she continued to nuzzle his neck. When Margo pulled her head back, she saw Chris' beautiful face with its perfect makeup turned towards hers, and his mouth was just slightly open.

His lower lips quivered just a little bit.  Margo leaned in again and this time, she pressed her lips against his softly at first, then harder and with more passion. When her tongue entered his mouth, his tongue yielded to her and he was soon submitting to her every whim.  Now, he could feel her hands on his rear as she pulled his groin to hers.

He moved his right leg to the side and softly wrapped it around the course material of Margo's jean-encased leg. When the kiss ended, Chris's head fell back as if there were no muscles to hold it in place.

Margo moved her kisses down to his throat and leaned forward to continue her ministrations.  Margo was as caught up in the passion as Chris, now, but somewhere inside of her, a reminder came into her mind, reminding her that this was not the time for this to go too far. She paused and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Then she looked at how she and Chris were entangled: She was bent nearly halfway over. One arm was cradling Chris' back while the other was clamped firmly to his buttocks. Chris' head was hanging freely from his shoulders and he had become limp in her arms.

She looked at his beautiful, feminine face and she wanted, more than anything, to continue, but she knew that this was the time to stop, so she slowly started to stand upright, taking Chris with her. When, at last, he rolled his eyes open, he looked demurely up into her eyes and they both smiled the smallest, most satisfied smiles of their lives at each other.

Margo kissed his forehead.

"Now," she kissed his right eyelid, "my" she kissed his left eyelid, "sweet," she kissed his right cheek, "beautiful," she kissed his left cheek, "baby," she kissed his lips, "when you sing a song," she kissed his lips again, "sing it," she kissed his lips again, "to," she kissed his lips again, "only," this time she kissed his lips long and soft, "me."

Just then, the girls opened the door at the top of the stairs and came bustling down the stairs, laughing and chatting. Chris walked away from Margo and kept his back to the girls.

"Any progress?" Gina smiled and handed both Chris and Margo a drink.

"I think so!" Margo's mood snapped back to her casual norm while Chris took the drink and turned away, again.  Terry handed Margo her sandwich, but as she looked toward Chris, she could see the blush that he was trying to hide it was even visible on his exposed shoulders.

She whispered to Margo, "Did we interrupt something here?"  Margo smiled back and raised her eyebrows a couple of times, indicating that things had gone a bit further than she'd expected. "You kinda did," She whispered so only Terry could hear.

Terry's eyes grew wide and her jaw fell open as if she were going to let out an excited scream, but, instead, she closed her mouth and grinned a huge, supportive, and happy grin back at Margo. Now, Margo blushed a bit, too.

Terry crossed to Chris and handed him his lunch. As he smoothed his dress beneath his bottom and sat in a chair to eat, Terry sat on an amplifier beside him and rubbed both of his arms as he prepared his meal. When Margo glanced in their direction, Terry caught her eye and, once again, opened his mouth as if to scream, but instead, smiled and bounced excitedly in place to show her approval of Margo and Chris.

When lunch was finished, they went back to playing while having the video camera on. Chris was a new person. He was soft and feminine and powerful and sexual and intimate and broad and, above all, connected to the music.

His little hips swayed in his skirts and his eyes flashed pure sexuality.

As they finished up for the day and walked up the stairs, Terry wrapped an arm around Chris' shoulders and said, "You are a revelation, baby sister.

A revelation!" Chris smiled back but said nothing.  Grace and Gina were already out the door and getting into their cars, but Margo was waiting in the kitchen. "Ok, then. I'll see you girls tomorrow."

"Ok, hon," Terry said and gave Margo a peck on the cheek.

Chris went to do the same, but Margo caught him off guard and planted another soft kiss on his lips. When they separated, she kissed him again on his forehead.

"Good night, beautiful," She whispered as she turned and left leaving him breathless and strangely unsatisfied.  He watched her leave and stared at the door after it closed.

Terry gave him a soft smack on his butt and laughed. "Why, you little tramp!" She laughed. "Come on, lover-girl. Let's get ready for bed. Mom bought you a new nightie that will fit better than one of mine," They were already up to the second floor. "You'll like it. It's pink and frilly and very pretty. Wait until Margo sees you in it," Terry teased, "she'll be all over you."

Her smile was huge and he was, too. As she helped him remove his makeup and get into his new nightie, she was singing, "I kissed a girl and I liked it."

Monday night was the final rehearsal. Grace's family had access to their church hall and the girls set up on the small stage in the hall. They ran their set three times with the video running, critiqued it in between each run, and improved each time. Chris' gestures were perfect and so was his singing.

Finally, it was Tuesday night.  Grace and Gina went to the club, Windy Ranch Bar, where they were to perform early to set everything up for their 9:00 set. Margo showed up at 7:15 to meet the promoter and discuss business. "Schmoozing" she called it.  At the same time, Chris' mom was helping Marie get Chris' makeup and hair just right.

They were in Mom's bedroom using her vanity to get everything done as methodically as possible. Terry did her hair and makeup in her room, then put on her new outfit it was still a little, country-style sundress, but it had little sparkles all over it to catch the light when she moved.

Chris had yet to see his outfit, but now was the time.  Terry came in with a garment bag and hung it on the back of the door.  "Are you all set to get dressed?" she asked her brother.

"I guess so!" He stood and opened the front of his robe revealing the undergarments he had been instructed to wear. A strapless bra and blue panties over his skin-tone-colored gaff.  "Let's start with your shoes."

She took out the shoes and showed them to everyone. They were two-inch heels, open-toed, silver shoes that glimmered even in the light of the bedroom.

On stage, they were bound to be gorgeous. Both mothers gasped in approval.  "Now, close your eyes. I want this on you before you see it so you get the full effect."

Chris started to object, but his mom interrupted.

"Come on, Chrissie, don't spoil our fun. I know you worked hard for this day, but so have Terry and Marie. Let Terry have some fun."

He closed his eyes and waited. Terry had him lift one leg and then the other as he stepped into the dress. Then he felt it being drawn up his body and adjusted on him. Then he felt the zipper being pulled up the back of the dress.

Then he felt Terry fluffing out the skirt of the dress while he heard the women whispering about how beautiful he looked.

"It feels very short," he said.  "It is, but it is a very "country" outfit and you look amazing in it. Keep those eyes closed and let's move to the mirror. Take my arm. I'll lead you."

They moved a few steps forward then to the right.

"Ok. On the count of three, you can open them. One. Two. Three!"  He couldn't believe it. There in the mirror was Terry and her slightly smaller clone, Chris, but Chris was wearing a blue dress with sparkles everywhere.

The dress was strapless with a plunging neckline and an empire waistline. Then the dress spread out from just below his bust into a bouncy, wide skirt with a lacy petticoat sticking out underneath. The whole dress barely covered his panties by six inches.

"Oh, my God! It's so short and girly!!" he shouted in a very girly manner.  "I know. Isn't it cute!?" Terry smiled back at him.

"Mommy! Do you like this?"

"Chrissie, I think it's perfect! You look absolutely adorable."

"It's true," Marie reassured him. "You are perfect for this. Just sit down for another minute and let me put some spray on your hair."

Chris looked away from the mirror and headed for the vanity. When he sat, he immediately sprang back up.  "What's the matter, baby?" Mom asked.  "This is so short that when I sit, I sit on my panties. Are you sure this is ok?"

"Chrissie, sweetheart," Terry said, "You are a country girl, remember?

It's the 'farmer's daughter' fantasy that you need to fulfill.

You look great!"  He nodded and sat again and Marie emptied nearly the entire contents of the hairspray can onto his hair.

Finally, they were ready and all of them piled into Mom's minivan and headed to the club.

It was a great performance!  Chris flirted with the audience like he'd spent his whole life in skirts. They ate it up. The girls had worked out some moves, too. All in all, it was a solid 30 minutes of great entertainment and, when it ended, the crowd was on their feet cheering.

"You girls were UNBELIEVABLE!" The promoter cheered at them as they exited the stage.

"Tomorrow morning at 10:00, I want all five of you and whoever represents you to meet me in the restaurant of my hotel, the Hyatt on Grove Street, and we are going to lock this thing up!

I want you five in Nashville by next week. This is going to be recorded and released as soon as possible! I am predicting that Dusty Rose is going to own this summer!"

The four girls, Chris, his mom, and Marie were cheering and hugging each other in a big group.

"See you in the morning, girls!

You are on your way, sweethearts! You are on your way!" and he left.

Back at the house, there was a big meeting; Chris, his mom, the girls, Marie, Margo's father, and Grace's mother and father. The discussion was excited and concerned.

"What if this is some kind of scam?"  "I have a lot of concerns about you girls quitting school!"

"Maybe this is the one and only chance! How can we say 'no' to their one and only chance?"  "This is the greatest day of our lives!"  "This is one of the most frightening things that I can think of you girls doing."

"You can't say 'no'! We have to try this!"  It went on this way for about a half-hour until Chris' mom took control of the situation. "I think that we need to each state our positions on this and then hear from the kids. Bill and Maggie; what do you think?"  Bill, Grace's dad, spoke for both of them. "Well, I think I have been very supportive up till this point, but, Gracie, this is something very different. You might be throwing your life away here. Please, just finish college and then pursue this. That's all I am asking."

"Daddy, the opportunity exists tomorrow morning not in four years. It really is now or never. If things don't go well, I promise I will be back on campus, taking classes in the fall. Ok?"  "I think that's a good way to look at things," Marie jumped in. "Let's let them give it a shot, but with the caveat that, if things are not going well by August, everyone's back at school in September.

Can everyone live with that?"  Most of the parents sighed, but everyone agreed that it was worth half a semester and a summer vacation.

Then, Margo's Dad seemed to notice Chris for the first time. "Where are your parents, sweetheart? I'd like to know how they feel about you missing a semester of college."

Chris looked a little confused and said, "Ummm. I'm only a junior in high school."

Margo's dad seemed very concerned. "This is a big decision, sweetheart. I think that you should have  a parent here."

Margo, who was sitting next to Chris, put a reassuring hand on Chris' leg and said, "Daddy, you know Chris. Mrs Walters is Chris' mom."

Chris was still wearing his stage dress, so he was feeling a bit exposed and her hand was very close to his panties.  Margo's dad looked at Mrs. Walters with confusion on his face. "I thought that you only had Terry and Chr."

He slowly turned his head back to Chris and Margo.

"Oh, my goodness. Chris, is that really you?"  Chris kept his eyes down and answered, "Yes, sir. It's me."

Margo gave his thigh another reassuring squeeze and a little rub sending very unlady-like sensations to his gaff-encased member.  Margo's dad stared in disbelief.

His eyes came to rest on Chris' very real-looking cleavage. "how? why?"  Margo quickly explained everything.

"You can't possibly keep this up forever. When did you plan to tell that promoter about this?"

"Tomorrow morning, daddy. He loves the band. I'm sure he'll understand."

He turned to Mrs. Walters.

"I guess you have a lot riding on this, huh?"

It was her turn to look confused this time.

"I don't understand? I just want what's best for the kids."

"Really!?" he half laughed.

"What's best for the kids?

Your son is wearing a petticoat and has breasts."

"Those are artificial breasts!" Marie chimed in.

"And you say you want what's best for him?

Is there really any job worth castrating your son for?"  "I beg your pardon!" Mrs. Walters shouted.

"I did no such thing!"

He shook his head; disgusted. "Come on, Margo, we're going home. This is all over, now."

Margo didn't budge.

"No, Daddy. I'm staying here and I am going to the meeting in the morning. I am nineteen years old. I pay for my own college expenses and I can make my own decisions. If things work out tomorrow morning, I am going to take this chance.

We're a very good band, Daddy, and we may have the chance to live charmed lives if they offer us the right deal. well, you can leave if you want, but I am staying right here."

Her dad nodded, looked around, and left quietly. The meeting concluded and Gina and Grace left with their parents.

The next hour was a hustle to get the house cleaned up, get all of their makeup off, and get into bed as quickly as possible so they could get some rest before the morning. Then, mom lay in her bed, Terry in hers, Chris in his, and Margo on the couch, and all of them stared at the ceiling until the sun rose.

At 9:55 the next morning, Margo, Chris, Terry, and Mom stepped out of the minivan and met with Marie and Gina, and Grace and her parents in the hotel's parking lot, then headed into the restaurant. Margo was shocked to see her father standing near the door to the restaurant. He was carrying a single pink rose in his hand. The others stayed back while Margo walked to her dad.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. Listen, honey, I gave this a lot of thought and, well, if this is what you want to do, I shouldn't stand in your way."

He shifted a little uncomfortably on his feet and held out the flower for Margo. "This is the dustiest rose I could find this early in the day. I won't come in if you don't want me to, but well, good luck, baby."

Margo jumped into his arms and hugged with all her might. The others moved forward as Margo gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Ok, everyone," Margo smiled, "let's go in."

They all filed into the restaurant. Chris found himself walking next to Margo's dad. Chris was wearing a casual dress with a dark blue, spaghetti-strapped top with a 'poofy' white, flowered bottom. Chris suddenly felt the man's hand on his shoulder, then he heard him whisper into his ear.

"I am sorry, Chris. You are a very beautiful young woman and I shouldn't have said what I did last night. Can you forgive me?"  Chris looked at him and smiled.

"Yes, sir. Of course."

They continued to the back of the room and found the promoter sitting at a large table, but not nearly large enough for all of them, so they pulled another table over and ordered breakfast.  The promoter, Evan Stewart, began by explaining that he only represented the recording and distribution company and that the girls should talk to a lawyer about setting up a publishing company to protect their original songs and other details that he could not speak to.

"Now," he said, finally getting to what he had to offer he had to present, "I have to tell you, and this is the truth, I never make an offer like this, but I have so much faith in you girls that I convinced the company that I needed to make this an offer you couldn't refuse. Here's the deal: You each receive a $100,000.00 signing bonus for a total of half a million dollars.

You are in Nashville by Monday morning of next week, where you work with Billy Coleman one of country music's best producers and you have three weeks to record an album of not less than ten songs, at least seven original compositions.

This way we can get at least a couple of videos recorded and get everything into circulation by the middle of May and, honest to God, I really think that you girls are going to own the airways this summer! What do you think?"

There was stunned silence around the table.

"Well?"  Finally, Chris' mom woke up.

"Mr. Stewart, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we are flabbergasted by your generosity and we are very, very excited and very, very scared about this whole thing, but," she stopped to think, but Evan interrupted.

"But!? Mrs. Walters, this offer is unheard of. I have never made an offer like this before. Take my advice, girls; sign the contracts."

"No, no," she continued, "they want to sign the contracts, believe me, they do, but there is something we need you to be aware of first."

"Ok," Evan said. "And that something is?"

She stood and took Chris' hand and walked him over to Evan, "Mr. Stewart, I'd like you to meet Chris Walters."

"Thank you, Mrs. Walters, but we have met and your daughter's voice is at least 60% of the reason we're all here this morning."

"No, Mr. Stewart. Meet Christopher Walters. My son."

First Evan was silent, then he gave a nervous laugh and looked around at everyone to see if this was a joke they were playing on him.

"You're joking. This is a joke, right?"

No one responded.

"This drop-dead beautiful girl is your son?"

"Yes, Mr. Stewart and we thought you needed to know that before you signed them. I assure you that, if you sign them, he can still dazzle you as a male singer.

You should hear him when."

"Stop. Just stop. I just realized that I saw him perform as a man or boy, I guess and I have to say, I was unimpressed.

And I saw him perform as a girl and he was amazing! That's the singer I need in this band," Then he looked more closely at Chris. "I can't believe that you're a dude! What are you, like a pre-op or something?"

Chris, whose eyes had been riveted to the carpet, looked up, "Excuse me? I don't know what you mean."

"I mean," he continued, "do you still have your, well, your man stuff?"  Chris was horribly embarrassed by the question. "Yes, sir."

"So the hormones did this?" he asked indicating Chris' breasts.

"No, sir. Those are fakes."

Evan began thinking. "Ok, ok, OK. Sit down, Chris, Mrs. Walters. Just give me a minute to think."

They all watched as he sat and thought and drummed his fingers on the table.  Finally, he spoke again.

"Here's the deal! I can't use this band without Chris and I can't use Chris as a boy, so I need Christine in this band from now on. I never heard what you just told me clear!?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"I am going to write up another contract, separate from this one, that locks you all, band and parents, into a secrecy agreement for the duration of the original agreement, which is for three albums or seven years.

None of you not any one of you will be able to speak about Chris' sex during that time and I never NEVER want to hear anyone talk to me about this again! No one except the people at this table knows anything about this and no one will.

From now on, Chris is not Christopher for any reason. Chris is just Chris. That is how you will sign your name at all times. Never, ever use the name Christopher again.  Are we all in agreement?"

"Chris," Margo's dad spoke up, "I really want you to consider this. You're seventeen now and, if you agree to this, you will have to live as a girl as a woman at least until you are twenty-four. Is this what you want?"

Chris considered everything for a few moments and then he said, "I have thought about this a lot and this is probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I've always been alone and, for the last ten days, I've been part of your group.

I've never been as free in front of an audience as I have been with you girls and I have never had an audience love me like they have since I started being a girl.

I don't know where things may end up, but the idea of giving up Chrissie and going back to plain, old, easy to ignore Christopher well, I really don't ever want to be 'him' again.

So  I guess what I'm trying to say is Yes I am really happy to be a part of this band and I really, really want to make something of my life and if the only way I can do it is in a pretty dress, then, a pretty dress is just fine with me I like them!"

The other girls rushed to him and hugged him.

Gina, Grace, and Margo all signed their contracts. Because Chris and Terry were still only seventeen, their mom signed theirs. Then they finished their breakfasts and headed out to the parking lot.

"Girls," Grace's dad hollered, "let's get a picture over here by the fountain! Line up here and hold up your copies of the contract."

All the girls stood together and posed and all the parents stood and looked at them in amazement.

"Our babies are going to be stars!" Marie whispered in amazement. "This is unbelievable."

"I know," Grace's mom whispered back. "Look at them, They're all so beautiful.

Especially Chris. She's really perfect."

"I know," whispered Chris' mom back to the others. "My little girls are all grown up!"