Driven from Normal .

Simon McKenzie started his week normal enough, but after a series of events he found himself standing in a bar wearing a cocktail dress and the weeks that followed didn't return to normal.

“Are you two sure it’s cool for me to crash here tonight?” Dylan asked after dumping his overnight bag on Kamyla’s bed. “It’s not gunna get weird or anything I hope?”

“Yeah, nah, it’s sweet as! Why would it get weird?... Hang on, I’ll get you a fresh towel..” Mel replied, as she opened the cupboard in the hallway.

Dylan grabbed the towel and said, “I might have a quick shower now if that’s ok?”

I crashed on Mels’ bed while she made sure the bathroom was clear for visitors and made sure Dylan was all sorted. I was laying on my back like a very tired starfish for probably only a minute or so, before the sleepiness took over and carried me away off for a quick nap. I’d have said it was only for a second, maybe two tops!

“See! Told ya!… Absolutely no stayin’ power!” Mel’s voice didn’t really belong in the dream I was having and realised I needed to open my eyes.

“Ahhh look, the lightweight is awake again! Nice of you to grace us with your presence!”

Both Mel and Dylan were standing in the doorway laughing. Dylan’s hair was still damp but he was fully dressed and eating a slice of pizza, but what was a little surprising is that Mel also looked like she had showered and changed. Clearly it wasn't a quick power nap I’d just had.

“Did you want some of this before he eats the whole lot?” She asked me, pointing her thumb back at Dylan.

I sat up on the bed trying to regain my bearings, “How long was I asleep for?”

Dylan looked at his watch, “Ahh...‘bout an hour or so!” He replied walking away, I assume to get another slice of pizza.
“Shit.. I must have needed that then…”

When I’d finished the two slices they’d left me, we watched a bit of TV on the couch with Mel snuggled into my side, and Dylan sitting on the single chair beside us.

“You make pretty good lookin’ couple don't ya!” Dylan nonchalantly mentioned as took a sip from his beer bottle and straight away returned back to watching the screen.

“Ya reckon?” Mel asked, tightening her grip around me.

“Yeah! For sure!…” He glanced away from the TV and looked over at us, “Shit yes!…without a doubt, hands down the best two lookin’ chicks around!” He looked back at the TV and with a hint of a grin sneaking on, he mumbled, “...make a fortune on only fans!”

“I thought you didn’t want things getting weird?” I asked.

He laughed again, “I’m only having ya’s on..” Then dropped his eyebrows down and looked serious, “...Or am I?” he added, before bursting out laughing at his own joke.

Mel looked at me then at Dylan and the nudge in my rib brought me in on a wee plan that she was clearly forming, “Would you really like to film us?”

Dylan choked on his beer, snorting some out of his nose, “Aye? Are you serious or just joking?”

“Yeah you could film us! That'd be cool!" She said,

Dylan's eyes must have only been held in his head by the thinnest of eyelid skin, as he spun around in his seat sitting very upright, “Nah, you’re winding me up…”

“No shit sherlock!... Don’t be such a dirty ol'' perv. It's very unbecoming!” Mel remarked, with a giggle.

He slumped back down in his seat and sighed, “Yeah I thought that was too good to be true…”
I threw a cushion at him, bumping the beer bottle in his hand spilling it on his shirt. “Yeah, and that's the second time today I’ve had to report your behavior to H.R. One more strike will make it three and that’s grounds for dismissal..” I laughed.

“Sorry boss! Won't happen again boss…Scouts honor!” He held four fingers backwards against his forehead.

“That’s not a Scout salute? I think that’s off that old Benny Hill show or something isn’t it?… Which would actually be more appropriate anyway, he was a grub!” Mel told him..

“Well then!” He stood up feigning a hurt feelings look, “I’m off to bed now then! I’m sick of you both picking on me…”

Dylan stood up and collected the empty bottles from around us and placed them on the bench. Before he headed down the hallway he paused, “What time do ya reckon for the morning? He asked me.

“I’ll probably set my alarm for five-ish so I’ve got time to get myself ready…” I replied.

He gave me a thumbs up and then waved, “Night, night then… Try not to make too much noise, you two crazy love birds!”

It was Mel’s turn to lob a cushion at him, it missed and bounced off the door frame., he grinned and disappeared out of sight.
Mel placed her palm on my inner thigh above my knee and slowly moved it up,

“Mmm these tights feel very nice… You look grrrreat in them as well!”

She leaned over very close and gently blew in my ear, then kissed my neck just below. I melted away to sweet little nothings on the spot. Mel moved her hand further up my thigh, stopping to rub the side of her index finger against the gaff, now under a heavy tension against my cock.

“Shit I’m horny…” I softly whispered out on puffs of air.

Mel tugged on the waistband of my leggings, pulling them open enough to get her other hand down the front and worked away until she released my penis from its gaff prison. It instantly began to swell up as Mel stroked and rubbed me. I arched my back as she slipped the tights down over my bum, just enough to expose my rigid member. With a firm grip on the shaft she lowered her head down and licked the head before taking it all in her mouth. I was struggling to hold my head up so relaxed and let it fall over the back of the couch as Mel continued her amazing mouth work.

She started grabbing at her pants and quickly had them down exposing the cherry red lace panties underneath, she then sat up and swung her leg over, straddling me and started feverishly kissing my mouth as she lowered herself down over my erection.
I grabbed her hips and she pumped up and down. She flicked her head back and braced her arms on the couch either side of my head. I moaned out in delight and she shushed me as she continued to wiggle and grind herself against me. The sensation was almost overwhelming, every sense I had was maxed out as I watched her face, now fully animated in lust and panting for air.

“I’m...I'm.. gonna cum…” I murmured. Mel swung forward then flicked her head to the side, clearing her hair from my face, before grabbing the base of my head, tilting it back and then slipped her tongue into my mouth. She rapidly increased the thrusting of her hips as I felt all her muscles tensing up around me, it was at that point I gave up trying to hold my orgasm back and released it into short quick spasms rippling throughout my body. Mel threw her head back and rode the waves, forcing herself to keep the groans as quiet as she could.

The rest of the evening wound up pretty quickly after that, and the next morning was more or less a carbon copy of the day before, the only exception being that this time I laid my clothes out first, so I didn’t need to try and do it in the dark.
The clothes were the same as I’d worn anyway, but I went with the other new Tee-shirt Dad had given me, and fresh undies and a pair of ankle socks with a little pink pom-pom on the back heel. I’d left everything in a neat pile in the bathroom so Mel didn't need to be disturbed too much, other than saying goodbye when I was leaving.
As I exited the bathroom fully dressed with my makeup done, a very disheveled looking Dylan was waiting in the hallway, wearing just his boxer shorts, jiggling up and down, and was “busting for a piss” as he informed me when he rushed past.

“Bloody hell! It sounds like you're running a bath in there!” I joked, walking away towards the kitchen for some breakfast.

“Yeah, well if you had taken so long in here…” He trailed off.

I had cereal in the bowl and was just about to add the milk when I heard him emerge, “I didn't think you were ever going to come out of there.” I laughed.

“I thought the same when you were in there… Man, girls take ages getting ready!” He replied.

I turned to see if he wanted something to eat, holding up an empty bowl and stopped as I realised he was still only wearing boxers. For just the briefest of moments, I couldn’t help looking at his body. He wasn’t “gym-junkie” muscly or anything, just fit and solid with broad shoulders and hints of a six pack.
“Breakfast?” I asked, trying to end my gawking before it became obvious.

“Nah, I’m good, thanks. Better get dressed I guess…’ Rubbing his hair he turned away and retreated back to his room.

What the hell was that? Was I actually checking him out? Nah, surely not… I didn’t really think of him as anything but a friend, didn’t I?. I was probably still a bit sleepy or something. Yeah that's it! The more I thought about it, that was definitely what it was, just a bit sleepy! He wasn’t Mitch, that's for sure. Mitch was a chiseled athlete without an inch of fat. Dylan, on the other hand, was more the solid type that you’d cuddle up with as he held me close, with those big arms, safe and secure…
“Wooooh there! Hang on! I am a guy, he’s a guy. I like girls, so cut it out brain you’re being stupid!” I quietly said to myself, shaking my head to clear all of those thoughts from it.

It must have worked because I never thought about it for the rest of the morning. The drive back down was way better than the day before. For starters, I was in complete control of the music and had some absolute, classic rock song bangers on the playlist. I was rudely told my singing voice was “Atrocious and that I’d probably always need to try and get by on my looks alone!'' It didn't stop my singing at all.

“How do you even know the words to these old songs?” Dylan asked as I belted out the lyrics to Copperhead Road.

“A well rounded upbringing..” I replied, then quickly remembered what he’d said about his childhood and felt like an arsehole. “Sorry.. I didn’t think about that before I said it!”

“Nah, it's cool!... Don’t feel bad.. Well not about that, especially when you sound that bad singing!”

Dad was happy to see us when we walked into the tent, he made a few jokes to his new favorite employee, Dylan as he mentioned about the lack of sales I had made.

“Hey, I’m here to bring the fish to the boat, it’s your job to land ’em!’

It was far busier than the previous day, I’d say close to double the amount of foot traffic walking past. Dad had already said he expected it to be a much bigger day as most people took Friday off work, instead of the Thursday. Thankfully it was nowhere near as hot as it had been, the ambient air was still very warm but the broken clouds kept the ferocious sun from burning my skin anytime I ventured too far from the shady tent.

I finally managed to get a sale just before lunch time, it was only a kids bike but I was finally on the board. Dylan was on cloud nine after he had signed the guy up from yesterday that needed to show his wife. And Dad was, and I quote, “Flat out like a lizard drinking” between answering questions and completing sales agreements. There had been a very constant flow of people all morning, but a slight lull in traffic around one o’clock for the final of the tractor pull competition, which is a pretty big thing I’m led to believe, had Dad suggesting we sneak off for a feed before the afternoon crowds ramped up again.

The food area was stupid busy and the queues were massive at every food truck there. Dylan and I both decided on different meals, so we agreed to split up then meet back at some hay bales set up for seating. My queue was a lot faster and I was the first back to the hay, carefully making sure that I crossed my legs and didn't flash anyone as I sat down in the short skirt, or stab my bare legs on a bit of random pokey-up bit of hay. The loaded fries I had brought must have been cooked in the furnaces of hell, I could feel the heat radiating off them long before I’d even touched one.
I placed the cardboard box down beside me and checked my phone while it cooled to a temperature better suited to being inserted inside a human mouth. Instagram was so ridiculous with new notifications that I couldn’t even be bothered really looking at it, so I opened my email app instead.

“Racemotion-X Sim Team? What the hell is this?” I muttered to myself opening the freshly downloaded email.
I skim read over the content to see what it was about, then had to go back to the start and try harder to understand what it was saying. I tried another few times but couldn't really get my head around what I thought the email was saying,

“This can’t be real… it must be spam!” I said to myself out loud.

“What’s up?” Dylan asked as he sat down beside me and looked over my shoulder at the screen, then up at my face. “You alright there? Ya lookin' a bit peaky!”

“Here!” I thrust the phone at him, “Read this and see what you think.”

“Good morning Simon, bla bla bla… new Esport race team… bla bla bla..” He paused and looked at me with his mouth gaping open,
“Fuck!”
He dropped his food plate down on the bale beside him then turned back to the screen and used his finger to point at each word individually as he carefully re-read it.
“Fuck! They want you to be part of their E-racing team!... Fuck!” He exclaimed.

“That is what it says, aye? I’m not mis-reading it or something?” I asked, trying to really understand if it was real or not.

“No, I think that’s what it says! Full time E-sport contract… New sim race rig supplied…sessions to be streamed… you keep any prize money…Yeah!... Fuck!” Dylan looked back at me, “This is fucken cool! You’re a full time race driver!” he continued as a huge smile drew across his face, followed with an even bigger one across my own as it started sinking in that was indeed what the email was saying.

I started leaping around with excitement, Dylan stood up as well, I grabbed his shoulders and he grabbed my hips to as we tried to synchronize our bounces. We jumped around like a couple of nutters laughing loudly, and I shouted,
“I'm a professional race driver, I'm a professional race driver!” I repeated it over and over as Dylan just nodded in agreement. At some point he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him to steady myself so I could wave my arms around up in the air.

I was pleased he was strong enough to hold me up and not let me drop, that would've been real embarrassing with the amount of people around now looking on. It was when someone mentioned we should get a room, that I slid down from his hold. After adjusting my skirt, that had ridden up slightly, I detached both of his hands from off my lower back, but held onto one to drag him along through the crowds, back to the tent so I could tell Dad the exciting news.

"Guess what!" I hollered out as we got back to the trade site.
Dad, luckily wasn’t with a customer and looked up to see what my loud yelling was all about. He gave me a weird look and tracked his gaze down to my hand, that was still firmly holding Dylan's,

"Ah, don't worry about that" I said, releasing his hand and dismissing away any concerns with a small wave. "Look at this!"

"I haven't got my glasses, what is it?" He asked, taking the phone that I'd shoved at him.

"Well you know Jeff Gibson, and how after I'd raced him online he messaged me asking for my email address…"

Dad was waving his hand trying to get me to get to move the story along, as he squinted harder at the phone screen, holding it at an arms length.

"Yeah, well anyway… He's part of a new E-Sport online race team and they want to sign me on as well so now I'm a professional race driver and I get a new sim rig as part of it!" I spat out in one long breath.

Dad's usual response was to keep any response to a minimum and keep his emotions subdued. This time, despite a valiant effort he failed horribly, his bottom lip quivered and his eyes teared up. He handed the phone back as he cleared his throat,

"Shit!.... That's pretty bloody good alright!…. Well done!... What does that actually mean though…What sort of car is it?"

I explained that it wasn't driving real racing cars, but online simulators against other pro drivers around the world. Simply put, I was basically going to be paid to play computer games. The team was owned by a company that made custom high-end racing simulators, and some very flash stuff as well. Full motion type rigs, worth tens of thousands of dollars and I was getting one all for myself. I quickly searched the web for some photo examples to show him what I was talking about.

“So this outfit is going to pay you to play racing car games?” He asked rather puzzled.

I nodded and explained it was the company's way of promoting themselves, and that I'd have to live stream myself playing so everyone could see the rig in action, hopefully encouraging others to buy the same product, or something similar.
He tried to busy himself and not let his emotions run away, and risk causing a scene or something in front of Mick and Brian, who had joined us to see what was going on.

"Send that email through to me so I can have a look at it properly again after" He asked me.

"Yeah, will do" I replied, trying to calm myself enough to locate Mel’s number to tell her the news. Brian and Mick both congratulated me and I heard Mick saying to Dad how proud of his daughter he must have been, he’d nodded then changed the subject, just incase any feelings showed itself and gave him away as being an old softy.

I gave Mel a run down of the news, she was totally fizzing. I could actually hear her shoes clicking on the floor over the phone as she danced around as well.

"We are totally going to celebrate tonight! What time will you be back here, do you think?" She asked.

I checked with Dad to see what time he thought everything would be wound up and could let Mel know.

"You may as well bugger off shortly, you’re a bloody waste of time here now anyway…"
I gave him a look...

"Well it's not like you'll be focused on anything that's actually happening around here now is it?... That email is all you’re worrying about now!" He chucked away to himself as he randomly tidied up a pile of brochures that didn't need it.

"Ahh, maybe a couple of hours or so…" I relayed back to Mel. All I heard was high pitched, excited giggling.

Just before Dylan and I were ready to leave and head back to Queenstown, Dad took Dylan off to one side. I wasn’t sure what it was about as I was busy with another group of teenage boys, all full of themselves and asking for selfies. I’d just finished with them when and was looking around to see where Dad and Dylan had disappeared off to when I heard my name being called behind me. I turned to see another group of sheepish looking boys with a familiar face right in the middle.

“Well if it isn’t my future husband! Hello Doug!”

His face went bright red and the boys with him all started giggling nervously. Doug turned to the boy beside him,
”Told ya, I knew Simone…I wasn’t bull-shitting you after all, was I!” He then punched the other kid in the arm to reinforce his statement.
“None of these Dick’s believe that I knew you” Doug said as he sort of puffed his chest up a bit.

“Ahhh, me and ol’ Doug here, go waaaaay back” I told the other boys, much to Doug’s amusement.

They all wanted to know how we knew each other, I let Doug tell the tall tales and just nodded. I wouldn't say he out and out lied, but he was certainly a little careless with the truth in places.
Then, after a group photo that Dylan took, the posse of little farm boys headed away, all excited and talking crap to each other like teenage boys do.

Where’d you and Dad get to before?” I asked Dylan

“Tell ya later…” He slightly raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Right-o. I’m ready to go! Get your shit in a pile and let's roll!”

I said my goodbyes to Bert and Ernie, or whatever their names are that were helping out, then gave Dad a hug and said I’d call him later.

“Yeah good!” He pointed a finger at Dylan “Drive safe you!”
Dylan just nodded, “..and I mean what we talked about before!” Dad added.

I looked at Dad and asked “What was that?”

“Mind your own…” He said, “Oh, I’ve transferred some money into your account for helping me out here. So away ya go, take that nice wee girl, Mel, out for tea or something!”

We started heading towards the exit gate and I paused to check a new message on my phone. Dylan sighed, then grabbed my hand to drag me along and not lose me in the surging sea of people around us.

“Any excuse…” I mentioned raising our hands up.

“Yeah, well you keep pissing around and we’ll never get out of here…” He squeezed my hand then looked behind us, “...I reckon I saw Lurch over there before as well!” He said with a massive cheesy smile.

“Yeah I bet ya did…” I nudged his side with my shoulder, “Such a dickhead…”

He bumped me back, which started us both trying to bump each other a bit harder, it was all fun and games until I lost my footing and half tripped over the wheel of a pushchair.
I have to admit I was very impressed with Dylan’s reaction time, he quickly caught me with an arm around my waist and helped me steady myself back up as we walked the rest of the way to the car.

When he let me go to unlock my door, his hand softly dragged against the exposed bare skin of my lower back, just under the edge of my tee-shirt and I felt an odd flutter in my tummy, even the small hairs on my neck reacted,

“Ahh. Bit of static electricity then…” I mentioned.

“Was there?” Dylan replied.

I opened the door and climbed in, as we headed out the gate I thought how odd that just was, I’m pretty sure it was static electricity… Yeah it must have been!

We had been travelling for twenty minutes or so when curiosity finally got the better of me,

“So, what were you and Dad talking about? Why the big secret, was it about me or something… or something about my new deal?”

“Gez! Are you a cop or something? You seem to be asking a lot of questions there, Constable McKenzie.” He joked.

“Nah, I’m researching for a new book I’m writing ... .So anyway…spill?”

His face suddenly went very serious looking and he drew in a deep breath,

“He said… that, if I need to look after his little girl and if I ever hurt his princess he would come after me, and hurt me! Badly hurt me!” He glanced over to see my reaction then added, “...and he gave me his permission to start dating you!”

“Ya fucken what!” I roared.

Dylan nodded, then his expression changed, lighting up and he burst into a hysterical laughing fit.

“You wanker…” I muttered, seeing the funnier side. Eventually!

“Nah. He wanted my bank account details… He did offer me a job in Christchurch though, working for him as a salesman!”

“That makes way more sense. Frig you’re a dick… what's wrong with you!” I said, shaking my head.

“Should have seen the look on ya face…. Friggin priceless!”

I mocked his laugh as I took my phone out to see how much Dad had paid me, as well as a chance to change the subject about my reaction,
“No service here…” I noted, putting the phone back down again. It was another ten minutes or there-abouts before my phone beeped with a notification alert noise.

“Huh, missed call…” I said as I unlocked the screen, "They left a bloody voice message!… Man that pisses me off, it's such a pain in the arse to listen to them…”

“Hello Darling. This is Marilyn Winter-Jones. You’ve been a bit naughty haven’t you, not calling me this week as you promised. I’ve had to spend a good part of this week tracking you down, but never mind that now! Now, if you can call me back. we really do need to discuss your career and how we proceed from here going forward. It is very important, so do phone me back! Ok, that is all I think. You make sure to return my call soon! Ta-ta for now my Dear”

“Well La-de-da… Who’s that ol’ chook with the big plum in the mouth?” Dylan wanted to know.
I told him all about my encounter with one Ms. Winter-Jones at the MG launch and how she wanted to help my possible modelling career take off.

“Wow! That’s very cool… So, what are you going to do?”

I shrugged, “I dunno… I’m not sure if that’s something I can really see myself doing… But, I mean, it would be pretty cool, I guess…But, nah, how would any of that work with the racing deal I have now.. yeah, I have no idea…”

“Mmm, I get that it’d be a big commitment ... .But! You could easily do both! Do the online racing stuff as Simone. Not like it’d matter… might even be a selling point. There are a heap of cute gamer chicks online that are actually guys…” Dylan declared.

“Mmm, maybe… Might be all a bit weird though, aye?”

“Why would it be? Do you think you’re weird?”

“No, well sort of… I did at the start of all this, ya know, a few weeks ago, but now… mmm, I sort of enjoy being a girl. Well dressing like one anyway. I like the clothes, I like the way I look with nice makeup on and my hair all done up nice. It makes me feel good.. I feel confident… and a bit sexy…and the attention is nice as well”
I looked at Dylan who was just nodding his head, “That’s not really normal is it?… A guy that likes to dress up as a girl…” I asked hesitantly, not really wanting to hear him confirm my thoughts.

“Probably not normal, no!... But you’re hardly normal aye? You’re bloody gorgeous! You‘re way prettier than any girl I know. I mean, I’d look fucken stupid in that miniskirt,… but you… Shit, you look incredible! Any girl would kill to look even half as good as you do without even trying!”

He looked over and gave me a warm smile, “It really would be a crime for you to hide away! If you're happy, then just keep doin’ what your doin’. As for the modelling stuff, I have no idea what you should do there, but I always think it’s better to regret the stuff you have done, than the stuff you didn’t!” He paused, “If I was in your position I’d make the most of any opportunity that came my way…. But that’s just me!”

I was thinking hard about what he said and we both sat in silence for a while, just looking out the windscreen as the front of the car gobbled up the road in front of us.
Dylan placed his palm on my bare leg and gave it a faint squeeze, another hint of static electricity tingled over me. Must be the dry air, or this tee-shirt I reasoned to myself.

“So.. anyway. What’s the go tonight? Where are we going? What are ya wearing? What are we doing to celebrate?” He asked me.

I sat up in the seat with a regenerated sense of enthusiasm. After all, I had a contract waiting for me to sign that’d actually make me a professional race driver! How bloody good was that…

“Well I have this new dress I bought, that I’ve really been looking forward to wearing. It's quite short.. but it looks awesome and…” Dylan’s chuckling stopped me mid-sentence.

“What’s so funny?” I asked him.

“I just think it’s funny how excited you are about wearing a new dress…" He shook his head, "I think if you’re really honest with yourself, there’d be no way you’ll stop being Simone! Just quit fighting it and accept that it’s a part of who you are!... A really awesome part as well!”

“Anyway! Before you interrupted, I was saying, I think I’ll wear my black heels and I might get Mel to do something with my hair as well…”