Rock Star Makeover, Part 3

(Author's note: Its probably a good idea to read parts 1 and 2 first)

The next morning, I was happy to see Gabbi with her mom waiting for us to come to church.

“You both look fantastic!” I said.

Gabbi blushed, and her mom smiled.

We went to church, and it was pretty good. After it was over, I whispered to Gabbi “I think your mom is impressed by how everyone here is so cool with you.”

“Yeh, well, before I came here as Gabbi for the first time, I talked with the pastor.”

“That’s so like you . Planning ahead.”

She just grinned at me.

After the service, we parted ways, because I had to pack. I was going to meet them in a couple of hours, and we were hoping to be on our way to L.A. by just after supper. I went to my room, and mom had left me a nice suitcase to use for the trip. Pretty quickly I packed a weeks worth of clothes, smiling at the thought of how different this kind of activity must be for Gabbi now. I took my church clothes as the closest thing I had to a suit, in case there was something formal required. I also packed my Art kit figuring I could at least doodle while Gabbi was getting pampered.

Once I was packed and said my goodbyes to my family, I headed for Gabbi’s house. When I got there, there was a different feeling in the place. The tension had lifted, and the release of pressure was demonstrated in every smile and touch between the members of her family. We piled into her dad’s car and took off, her mom and dad in the front, me, Gabbi, and her sister in the back.

“Good thing you guys got a big van, huh Gabbi?” I said.

“Good thing for you, Noah. Otherwise, you would be on the roof.”

“As long as I get to ride inside the plane.” I said.

We went to a restaurant to get a bite while Gabbi’s dad went to pick up the tickets. When he came back I caught him giving Gabbi a wink, and wondered what was up.

“Well,” he said, “I guess its time to get going.”

“I’m sorry, Mark. I wish I could go too.” Gabbi’s mom said.

“I was hoping you would say that. Cause I got you a ticket.” He said.

“You did what? How? And what about the things I would need to pack?”

“You are going, because our daughters need their mother for this trip. I’m not coming, so that’s why you can go. And thanks to your two daughters, everything you need is in the suitcases.”

“And what would you have done if I didn’t want to go?” She said.

“Tell you nothing of mine is packed. And convince you that you wouldn’t want me running around L.A. in your skirts.”

“I’m almost tempted to make you go, in that case.” She smiled at him.

“Next time, dear. I would need to shave my legs first.” He grinned.

“Fine, I surrender. I’ll go.” she said, and a lot of hugging and kissing followed.

We went into the line to get on the plane, and I noticed they had brought in people to do pat-downs on passengers. I looked at Gabbi, and whispered, “What are you going to do, Gabbi. They pat you down, they may find you’re ‘smuggling’ something you’d rather them not know about.”

“Already on it, Noah.” She said, and whispered something in her mother’s ear.

When it was her turn, her mom whispered something to the woman who came forward to pat her down, and they stepped behind a screen. A few moments later, they came out, and were waved through, and it was my turn. I didn’t enjoy being touched, but got through it, and joined them at the entrance to the plane.

“What did you tell her?” I asked Gabbi.

“The truth, of course.”

“A bit risky.” I said.

“Maybe, but less risky than letting her find out the truth the hard way.” She said.

I had no reply to that, so I just took her hand and went into the plane. After we boarded, I told Gabbi that I was a little anxious about flying, and she held my hand. I wasn’t that anxious, but having an excuse to hold her hand didn’t hurt at all.

When we got to L.A., we were met by a representative of the record company, and were whisked away by limo to a nearby hotel. We were told to check in, and we would be picked up in the morning. That’s when I noticed we only had the one room.

“Gabbi, what are we going to do? I’m not sure your mom will like the idea of us sharing bed space now.”

“You’re right, I’m not going to let you two share a bed.” Her mom said.

“But then, what do we do, mom? Noah cant sleep in the hall.”

“Don’t worry, hon.” her mom said, “There are two beds in these rooms.”

We went up to the room, opened the door, and sure enough, there were two beds.

“But...”

“Its simple. Gabbi and I will take one bed, and you can have the other. We’ll make it work.”

“Thanks mom.” Gabbi said.

“Welcome.”

It was a little awkward, but we did make it work. I sleep in a t-shirt and shorts, so I had no worries there, and it turned out that Gabbi and her mom actually had matching PJs . I took a double take, and Gabbi giggled.

“Cute.” I said.

“So are you, when you have your mouth hanging open. But no drooling at my mom.”

“You are the only girl I’ll drool at, Gabbi”

“You say the sweetest things. Mom, I think I’ll keep him.”

“Go to sleep before I swat you both.” Her mom said.

“Yes Ma'am” I said, and slid under the covers of my bed. As I lay in the bed, I realized how much I had changed in my view of Gabbi. Even in pajamas, even knowing she still had male parts inside them, I couldn’t even think of her as anything other than all girl.

And I was utterly in love with her.

Finally, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I got dressed, and packed my art stuff in a backpack. Soon, we were back down in the lobby waiting. A few minutes later, the rep came back, and with her was the rock star herself.

“Cathy Mason!” Gabbi squealed.

“You must be our winner. I’m assuming you aren’t going by Gavin at the moment, so what can I call you?”

“Ga...Gabrielle, ma’am.”

“Call me Cathy, and its nice to meet you, Gabrielle. And who is the handsome young man with you?”

“I’m Noah.” I said, “I’m Gabbi’s boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you, Noah. Well, Gabrielle, I’m here to help you with your makeover, although it doesn’t look like you need much.”

“Th...thanks. But I do have some ideas, if its okay.”

“You won the contest hon. What are you thinking of?”

“Well, basically, all I have that’s girl stuff is some hand-me-downs from my sister, and that’s that cool. But I need.... well I need a good bra.” She blushed, and then continued, And shoes, and maybe some makeup.”

And so, off we went.

We went to a mall, and went into a Victoria Secret shop. I hesitated, while turning red and trying hard not to look at the posters on the walls of models in their underwear. Gabbi saw my blush, and grinned at me. She went to a rack of bras, and held one up against her chest. She said, “What do you think, Noah. wouldn’t you like to see me in this?”

I couldn’t help imagining Gabbi with real “assets” instead of just padding, blushed even deeper, while stammering trying to craft a response. Then she held the bra against my chest, and said, “Maybe we should get a matching set, so you can try one too.”

I pushed her away, hard, and said, “Stop it, Gabbi. That’s not funny.” I stormed out of the store. I sat down beside a fountain, and tried to pretend it was the spray that was making my face wet. A minute later, I felt someone approach, and looked up to see Gabbi’s mom.

“Noah, talk to me, please.”

I looked up at her, and said, “Doesn’t Gabbi understand how HARD this is for me? When I realized I loved her I wondered, what does that make me? Am I gay, straight, what? And now she wants me to wear a bra? What does she see me as? Who does she want me to be?”

I was seeing everything a little blurry, so I didn’t see Gabbi come up. “Noah,” She said. “I’m sorry. I... Well, you heard my mom and dad before we left home. They tease each other like that all the time, So I … thought we could have what they have.”

I got up, and looked at her. “Gabbi, I love you, please never doubt it. But I... I can’t be a girl for you. I ...I like being a boy. I... I’m sorry.”

“”Noah, “ Gabbi’s mom said, “Ron is a man, and nobody would doubt it for a minute, even if he was wearing one of my dresses. And its because he knows it, and knows I know it, that he can tease me like that. “

“Noah,” Gabbi added, “You asked who do I want you to be? I want you to be Noah. Happy, healthy, and …...mine, if you can forgive me.”

I took her into my arms, and gave her a kiss. “Forgiven. You forgive me?” I said.

She kissed me back, and said, “Does that answer your question?”

We kissed again, until her mom coughed, and said, “Okay. if the sorries are done, lets get back to the store, before Cathy wonders what happened to us.”

“I’ll wait for you guys here.” I said.

“You sure, Noah? I promise, no more teasing.” Gabbi said

“Its okay. I brought my art stuff so I could work while you get pretty, anyway.”

She gave me another kiss, and said. “Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

They took off, leaving me to think of what I wanted to draw. I smiled to myself, as an idea came to me. “I bet Gabbi will love this...” I said to myself.

Pulling out my stuff, I went to work.