A New Beginning

Jason took a moment to think about what he wanted to do. He stood up and moved to look in the mirror as he considered his options. Looking in the mirror again, he gave himself a bit of a shock. He had already forgotten how pretty of a girl he made with his makeup done right. He turned his face, examining it from different angles. He tried to smile a few different ways, the experimented with a pout before blowing his refection a kiss. That made him smile brightly. He wished he had his cell phone so he could take a selfie. He looked good, and nothing like himself. He could probably convince someone that the selfie was a picture of his girlfriend. Except that anybody that knew him would also know he had never had a girlfriend in his life.

He tilted and turned his head a few times, then he turned his body. He turned side to side, looking at his face and hair. When he caught himself smoothing down his uniform and putting his chest out, he realized he wanted to see if he could take his new look a little further. Careful not to mess his makeup, Jason pulled off the uniform tank top and set it aside. It took a little fumbling to figure out the strings, but he managed to get the bikini top on. It wasn't uncomfortably tight, but he imagined that if he had breasts like Nichole's the top would be very uncomfortable to wear.

Once he had the uniform top back on, Jason was surprised by the change in his appearance. There was just enough padding to the bikini top to give him a hint of breasts under the uniform. Putting his chest forward and his shoulders back, and he imagined that he looked like a very lean girl, like the ones he would see when his mother watched the Olympics. The straps going over his shoulders were almost completely hidden by the uniform top, looking like bra straps peeking out.

Jason tried a few more poses. He liked what he was seeing. It was strange, but fun to know he could change his look so much with so little. He discovered that if he slouched forward, any hint of breasts or padding disappeared. He glanced at the pantyhose and felt himself hesitate. He took a moment to think about what he was doing. Did he want to go that far?

Look around the bathroom, Jason was alone with his reflection. He looked at the pantyhose. He looked at the image in the mirror. He looked at the girl in the mirror as she looked back at him. taking a deep breath, he gathered up his nerve and picked up the pantyhose.

He sat down on the toilet and started bunching them up like had had been shown to do. First one leg, then he pulled it on up to his thigh. Then he started on the other leg. He got that one up past his knee, then stood to pull the pantyhose up. The felt funny against his skin, but in a good if strange way. The made his legs feel like they were being cooled by a breeze, but not cold. Then he remembered that they were supposed to go on under his bloomer shorts.

Sliding the pantyhose back down his legs did a nice job of bunching them up to put them back on. Reaching under his skirt, Jason pulled at his bloomers to take them off. In the process he pulled his briefs down as well. Several sensations hit him in rapid secession.

It felt good to have a little of the pressure off his junk. The cooler air of the bathroom circulated between his legs and felt good. The awareness of his groin, and the cool air, reminded Jason that it had been hours since he had last used a toilet, and he had enjoyed a nice glass of ice water not long ago. His bladder reminded him that it was there, that it was not empty, and that it wanted to be empty very soon. Soon, as in any second now.

Jason stood, shoved his bloomers and briefs down, lifted the lid on the toilet, and quickly sat down with a hand between his legs. He didn't want to miss the toilet, somehow pee on the skirt, or have any other accidents that needed to be cleaned up or explained. The sensation of relief was quick in coming, and Jason allowed himself to relax and enjoy it with a long sigh. As he did, his eyes fell on the pantyhose.

The logic was simple. He was sitting down, the bloomers were half off already. He shook the bloomers and his briefs off then reached for the pantyhose. Once he had the panyhose up above the knees, Jason made sure he was finished with the toilet. He gave himself a good shake, and even grabbed a handful of toilet paper to make sure there were no last drops waiting to embarrass him. He flushed the toilet paper as he stood up. Getting the pantyhose all the way up with the skirt on took a little doing. He went through the motions of smoothing the hose up his legs twice, just to make sure. He pulled his briefs and bloomers on and got them into place, with a pause to reach back into the pantyhose to make sure his boy parts were comfortably placed. He was already aware of how good the pantyhose was making him feel with their cool pressure and wanted to make sure he wouldn't be bent the wrong way if his blood supply headed below the belt again.

Sock and shoes went back on. Looking down at his legs, he almost couldn't see the pantyhose, and he knew to look for them. With his socks bunched down low on his legs, he had to admit that his legs looked exactly like the cheer leaders at school when they wore their uniforms on game days.

Jayson stood and moved back to the sink. He washed his hands before checking his makeup one more time. Looking in the mirror, he gave himself a smile and a wink. Then he took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

"Oh my," Nichole's cheerful voice immediately greeted him as he exited the bathroom. The woman stood up from where she had been sitting at the foot of her bed and clapped her hands together, the very image of happy excitement. "Jacey, you look amazing." She started towards him, opening her arms as she did. "You have some real heart to put this much into selling candy for you sister."

Jason was thrown off by what she said. He had gotten so involved in how he looked, in how much fun he was having, that he forgot the reason for turning himself into a girl. In that stunned moment as he remembered what he was supposed to be doing, Nichole wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug.

"Jacey, I am glad I got to meet you."

"Thank you," Jason hugged her back nervously.

"Let me get a good look at you," Nichole stepped back out of the hug, but kept her hands on his shoulders. She made a show of looking Jason over, nodding and smiling. "You did a wonderful job. Between the hose and the foundation you look like you've got a good tan all over. Well, except for your shoulder. You wear short sleeves when you go out, don't you?"

"Yeah," He nodded, a little overwhelmed by the complements.

"I can tell. You have a little of a farmer's tan going on." She paused then and inspected his shoulders, tugging aside the uniform. "Speaking of which, you are starting to turn a little pink on the shoulders. Would it be alright with you if I do something about that?"

"I guess."

"I've got some sun screen. If you go back to the living room I'll bring it out there."

"Alright." He gave a nod. He went back out to the living room as instructed. On the coffee table he saw the sales box just as he had left it. Also on the table was Nichole's purse, her purchased candy bars, and the two water glasses. There was lipstick on both glasses, but much more on the one he had been drinking from. He stood looking at the table for a moment, then heard Nichole approaching.

"Just some last thoughts for you," She said. He turned to look in her direction and when he saw her he finally realized that she had removed the one stocking she had put on earlier. In one hand she had a tube of sunscreen, in the other was a small plastic packet of some kind. She held out the packet first.

"Since you don't have a purse, you might want to put this in your box," She explained. "It's a pack of disposable wipes for taking off makeup. Jacey, I had fun teaching you about makeup today, but there is no reason you have to wear makeup all day just for me. With these you can remove your makeup any time you want, and do a good job of it so nobody needs to know if you don't want them to."

"Thank you, Nichole," He said as he accepted the packet.

"And here is some sun screen," He held up the tube. "You are showing a little more skin around your shoulders and neck than you normally do, and a sunburn would be uncomfortable. Would it be alright for me to apply this for you?"

"Sure," He gave a nod.

"Let me put some on your hand first," She suggested as she opened the tube. "You can smell it, and see if it is alright with you. If you like it, you can do your arms while I take care of your shoulders. Does that sound alright?"

"Yes," He nodded. He quickly moved to put the packet in his sales box, then held out his hands to Nichole.

She put a squirt of sunscreen lotion into each of his palms. As he gave them a sniff, she was already moving to stand behind him. There was a light, tropical scent to the lotion, and not the over powering coconut scent he remembered from when he normaly though of sunscreen. It was kind of nice, and reminded him of how Nichole smelled when she hugged him. He started working the sun screen into his arms even as she started to rub some onto his shoulders.

The cool sun screen felt good on his skin. He applied it to his arms. Nichole applied it to his shoulder, and even rubbed it into the exposed skin of the back and sides of his neck and upper back.

"That should protect you for the rest of the day," Nichole declared.

"Thank you."

She moved to put the sun screen on the coffee table, then she reached for her purse.

"Jacey, thank you for coming by. You really made my day." She paused, pulling out her wallet. From her wallet she produced a business card. "This is my card, with my number on it. You can call me some time and we can discus when we can meet so you can return the bikini top and pantyhose."

Jason blinked. He hadn't even thought about that.

Nichole slipped the card into the sales box.

"Oh. You have that much left to sell?" She gave him a worried look. "I'm so sorry. I was having so much fun, I didn't think about the time." She started pulling out some money. "Let buy seven more. That will put me at an even ten. That will cover my chocolate limit for a good two months."

"You don't have to..." He tried to argue.

"Of course I don't have to, Jacey. I want to." She threw him a smile and a wink. "It's just what I was telling you before. Do what you want. Do what makes you feel good. Do what makes you happy." She held out the money to him.

Responsibilities and manners took over. He accepted the money, twenty one dollars even, and counted out seven more candy bars onto the table for her. He put the money in the cash envelope. And organized the sales box so there were candy bars on top of everything else, to keep it looking neat.

"Thank you again for a wonderful time, Jacey," She gave him another gentle hug.

"Thank you for your help, for teaching me about makeup."

"Any time, Jacey." She broke the hug. "Now lets get you on your way. I've used up enough of your time today." With a hand on his lower back, she walked him to the door. "I am sure you will have more success selling your candy now that you really look like a cheer leader."

"But what if someone asked if I'm a cheer leader?" Jason questioned. "I'm not going to lie."

"Don't lie. Tell the truth. You are not a cheer leader. You are selling candy to support your school's cheer leaders. Just keep it simple and answer with the important facts, and smile. Nothing sells like confidence, Jacey. And a pretty girl is hard to say no to."

"Alright," Jason gave her the warmest smile he could muster as he stepped outside. "And thank you for everything."

"Take care," Nichole said with a wave. "And call me soon."

Jason gave her a smile and a wave and headed for the street. He had candy to sell, and nothing but time to do it until his sister came around to pick him up again. As he walked to the next door, he couldn't help but feel the difference in how he must look. The pantyhose practically stroked his legs as he walked. The bikini top under the uniform was snug around his torso, and warm where the pads pressed against his chest, reminding him to walk with his chest out a little.

*

Nichole discreetly watched the boy head to the next house, with his head up and eyes forward, with a sense of excitement within her. She so hoped that he called her soon. She remembered when she was that age, so awkward and alone. She wished she had someone back then she could talk to, someone that could teach her the kinds of things she had just barely touched upon with Jacey.

She knew Jacey wasn't his real name. It probably wasn't even his nick name. But it had a slight feminine sound to it, and it would do until Jacey picked a new name for herself. When Nichole had discovered Jacey at her door, the teen had looked like, well, a boy dressed like a girl trying to look older than she was. The thick makeup on Jacey's face looked like a stage mask. Even if people were willing to believe Jacey was a girl, she looked so fake some of them must have wondered if she was just scamming them for money. The Jacey that had just left Nichole on the other hand, that Jacey looked like a young lady.

Nichole had not lied to Jacey. She looked much more convincing and confident after a little makeover, and it had been fun to do. And if Jacey really took the time to learn about makeup, there was no end to the looks that could be created, a quick look at any movie or play would give evidence of that. And that Jacey was doing it all to help his sister, who sounded like a little bitch, showed that he had some real heart. It would be such a waste to let Jacey be ignored during such an important time in a young person's life.

No, Nichole was not going to let Jacey suffer in silence if she could help it. That's why she hoped that Jacey called soon. Nichole wanted to meet her again, already thinking of Jacey more as a girl than a boy. She wanted to have the time to talk with Jacey, to be a friend and source of comfort, and a mentor. That was a part of the reason Nichole had been physically expressive and friendly. She had wanted to communicate strongly that Jacey had a friend to come to. And all the hugs and encouraging and comforting touches had been to help Jacey get used to the idea that touching and being touched was normal between friends, so that they could touch more.

Once Jacey was out of sight, Nichole poured herself a large drink, one that was a lot stronger than ice water and returned to the living room to think about Jacey. She thought about the boy she helped to be more of a girl, and how exciting it had been. She thought about how fun it had been to flirt with him, and to comfort him as he helped him learn to be a girl. Nichole enjoyed her drink as she thought about how Jacey had gone from being a stressed out boy to confident girl, with her help as she taught him, and the feel of his body every time they touched. Nichole finished her drink thinking of how she wanted to help Jacey in the future, and the things they could do together. And as she thought about touching Jacey in the future, Nichole started to touch her self.