Who is Alice?

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Note to readers. Don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is rough.
This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected.
Copyright… are you kidding?

 

“Want to tell us something?” Mom asked after we sat for dinner. We – mom, dad and me Ron, my sis Tiff was in the college already.

Mom’s question made me feel something uneasy. It was the first week of summer break. I couldn’t have done something wrong. Or could I?

“Something what?” I asked in a meek voice.

“Something on your chest,” dad said.

“Breasts,” mom added.

“Ah, those!” I sighed with relief. “Those are falsies.”

“And?” dad said.

“What?” I didn’t understand what he wanted. “As I’ve said, they are falsies.”

Mom pulled with her finger scoop neck of my tee forward and looked down at my chest. Well, the tee wasn’t mine. Most of my clothes are Tiff’s hand-me-downs. That’s the reason why my tee had a scoop neck.

As I said mom looked down at my chest and said, “Those are not falsies,” she stated.

“I swear, they are NOT real!” I squeaked.

“I mean prostheses,” she explained.

“What the difference?” dad asked.

“The different glue is used. Prostheses are attached using medical glue for two-three months. Not like falsies for several hours.”

“Yeah, Alice said to leave them in place for a while,” I said.

“Alice? Who the f@#k is Alice?” dad asked.

“PAUL!” mom raised her voice.

“Anyway. Who’s Alice?”

“Alice?” How couldn’t they know? “Alice.”

I saw rents didn’t connect the name with a real person.

“Alice Spencer,” I explained.

“Thank god,” dad sighed, “I was afraid it’s Alice Cooper.”

“There is no Alice Cooper,” I said, “Coopers’ daughter is Melanie.”

“Alice Spencer then,” mom said. “Where she comes from?”

“Spencers are our neighbors as long as I remember. Their backyard is behind the fence in our backyard.”

“Oh! These Spencers. I know them. Jim and Dorothy,” dad said.

“And their daughter is Alice,” I added.

“Back to the question, why do you need breast?” dad asked.

“I don’t need, Alice does…”

“To the hell with Alice…!” dad shrieked.

“PAUL!” mom raised her voice.

“I’m calm,” dad said. “Ommmmm… See? It’s ok. I got it. Alice needs breasts. What our son has to do with it? Or not the son anymore? Daughter? Or son?”

“Son, I guess,” I offered.

“You guess?” dad inquired.

“Well, no,” I had to say I wasn’t uncertain about who I was and I started to think intensively looking for a proper word to end this discussion.

“I see,” dad said, “you are not sure.”

“Certainly,” I’d found at last the word I was looking for.

“U-huh…” dad said.

“Back to the business, people,” mom said. “How did you end with B size cup anyway?”

“Alice assured me it’s an A-cup,” I complained.

“No. It’s B-cup on your frame,” mom objected.

“Let it be B,” I complied.

“So?” dad was getting impatient.

“Huh…? Oh… Ok,” I started. “Alice is a senior and senior girls have a project to make a prom dresses for themselves. I’m the same size she is and she needs me as a dummy for adjustments. Alice’s dress is sleeveless and strapless. It doesn’t look good on my flat chest. She asked to glue on those falsies…”

“Prostheses. They are called prostheses,” mom corrected.

“When you say they are prostheses it seems I need them to myself,” I complained.

“And you don’t…”

“Well, I do,” I tried to explain the obvious, “but only to model the dress.”

“And when not in the dress? Don’t they bother you?”

“No, they don’t. I don’t feel them. They were cold first but then they warmed up.”

“And the dress?”

“What about the dress?” I wasn’t sure I understood what mom wanted.

“Do you like it?”

“The dress is pretty. I can’t say I don’t like it, cuz it looks lovely, especially with breasts glued on.”

“Lovely…?”

“Why yes. Its skirt is just above the knees and has some two layers of petticoats so it’s something puffy but not tutu puffy. The dress is mauve and Alice has the matching shawl.”

“What’s mauve?” dad asked.

“The color of the dress,” I replied.

“What color it is?”

“Mauve.”

“Pale purple,” mom explained.

“I see,” dad said.

“What will you do with your, eh…, breasts?”

“Alice will make final adjustments tonight. I’ll model her dress tomorrow. Afterward, I’ll remove those falsies.”

“You will not,” mom said.

“Why not? I have a solvent.”

“It will burn your skin. You have to wait for the glue to wear off something. Like six or eight weeks, maybe longer.”

”Ok. I’ll wait. They are almost invisible…”

“They are not,” dad said.

“Your nipples are sticking out,” mom said. “You need a bra.”

“Definitely,” dad added.

“What bra?” I whined. “I’m a boy…”

“Take it like a man,” dad said, “you are a girl this summer.”

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Amusing

Glenda98's picture

That was fun!

Glenda Ericsson

Thanks

I'm glad you liked it.

It would also be fun to se

It would also be fun to se how (s)he deals with her being a girl for the summer....

I hope you fil us in QModo,

I'm and I guess many other readers, are looking forward .....


Sus

Cute story, but he's awfully comfortable :) Mauve indeed

Indeed

As Alice says it's just A-cup.

Great premise

Patricia Marie Allen's picture

The grammar wasn't all that bad. As it is, it's a cute little story. If it were mine, that would be the hook that got readers to stick with the story and find out just how he got into this situation and what he's going to go through for the summer.

In short, great start. Can we expect more? If so, would you like an editor? I'd be happy to volunteer.

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Patricia

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Ich bin eine Mann

Hahaha

Teek's picture

LOL

Keep Smiling, Keep Writing
Teek

I'd be rather surprised if

Brooke Erickson's picture

I'd be rather surprised if the solvent was *that* bad, given the situation of many folks who wear forms after mastectomies. I smell a rat.

Also, while someone else mentioned his being oddly comfortable with them, I note that he's rather knowlegdable about the dress. And colors.

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Those teenagers...

... they maybe knowledgeable about the weirdest things.

Cute story and grammar is

KateElizabethSuhr13's picture

Cute story and grammar is just fine I think. Not as bad as you first made it sound lol. Love the story and hope there is more to come.

Thank you

Yor words are like music to my ears.

Yeah...

Exactly this song. Thank you!

Alice

oops double post

To B or not to B

Cute story. Interesting summer in prospect. Some added cost for clothing though. If nothing else for swimwear.

Alice says...

Alice says it's A like Alice, you say B like Bru, just another point of view.

I C

:)

laughing

A great little story written in a style mimicking a reluctant adolescent. It still has me laughing.

Well done.

Will

I'm glad

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for commenting.

Who's on first??

The back and forth patter in this almost feels like a take off on Abbott and Costello.

He seems awful calm

Wendy Jean's picture

For someone who is going to have breasts all summer.

It's only...

It's only A-cup, if Alice is right, so why to bother?

What a Fun Story!

Janice34B's picture

Dad's last line is the BEST: “Take it like a man,” dad said, “you are a girl this summer.”
I burst out laughing with that one. Or, as they say in text messages, ROTFLMAO. Thanks for a great short story.
The grammar is fine - most people (except maybe English teachers) don't always speak in perfect, correct English.

Janice

Thank you

Thank you for comment. I'm glad you like it.

Solid Conversations

BarbieLee's picture

There are discussions, speeches, monologues, conversations, etc. Sometimes it seems everyone is reading from a script but none of the scripts came from the same story. I've been in some of those "Whose on First" scripts. I've also listened to some of them as a third party. To manage to pull it off and put it into a story line..., QModo, unbelievable skill as a writer, sweety.
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“Alice? Who the f@#k is Alice?”

"Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,"

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Damaged people are dangerous
They know they can survive

Not too clueless

Jamie Lee's picture

Ron's heart is in the right place in helping Alice, but he's a bit clueless how he actually looks with the breast prosthesis.

Now his summer has been turned upside down by his parents, all because he allowed Alice to glue breast prosthesis on his chest.

Wonder what he will think of the bra he is about to be wearing? Or what other items mom will have him wear?

Others have feelings too.