Disney Princess - 1
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Luggage is lost and adjustments must be made. Not the most original premise, but, hopefully,
you'll enjoy a fun ride.
Author's Note: I hope you all do enjoy this particular tale. It is a F to M one and let us see where things take us! Please toss me a review? ~Clara.
This version of Disney Princess - 1 has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar.~Sephrena.
Image Credit: Image created through the use of ai at https://perchance.org/beautiful-people .~Sephrena.
Chapter 1
“Saint Mary’s Women’s Chorus and Show Choir?” The woman called out from behind the counter at the Walt Disney World resort. “Saint Mary’s Women’s Chorus and Show Choir?”
Kelly pushed forward through the crowds of his own students and those from schools all around the country. “Here! Right here! I’m coming!” he called as he pushed his way to the counter. At 5’2”, Kelly was very used to having to fight his way through the crowd, but this was ridiculous. “Here I am.”
“Saint Mary’s Women’s Chorus and Show Choir?” the young woman repeated as she typed the computer keyboard without glancing up.
“Yes, Saint Mary’s from Seattle, Washington. Here’s my paperwork,” and he handed the thick pile of papers across to the ‘cast member.’
When she finally tore her eyes from the computer screen, the woman looked, first, over Kelly’s head and then down to meet his eyes. Kelly was 27 and very used to this behavior, so he just smiled and indicated the pile of papers.
She smiled back at him, “Oh, umm, thank you, sweetie. Is Ms Powell with you?”
“My wife?” Kelly asked, confused. “Yes, my wife is with me. Why?”
It took a moment for the woman to process what Kelly had said. ‘Oops,’ she thought, ‘I thought he was a teenager at most.’ “Yes, I guess I need to see your wife. Her name is on the forms.”
Kelly was confused. He and Cathy both taught at St. Mary’s Girl’s High School, but she taught Physical Education and was just along as a chaperone.
“Cath!” he called to her and she came quickly to the counter.
“What’s up, babe?” she asked quietly.
“She needs to talk to you. I guess your name is on the forms.”
“Really? Weird.”
“Yes,” the woman interrupted, “I need to see your ID, Ms Powell.”
“Ok,” Cathy said as she fished her license out of her pocketbook. “Here you go.”
The woman took the license and started to turn back to the computer, but she stopped. “I’m sorry,” she said, “is your name Catherine?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, dear. All of your registrations are in the name of Ms Kelly Powell. I’ll need her to sign everyone in.”
Cathy laughed a bit, “Oh, well,” she indicated her husband, “this is Ms Kelly Powell, my husband.” At 5’9”, Cathy was much taller than her husband, which never bothered either of them. They’d grown up together and been in love since they were 10 or 11, about the same time that Cathy began growing taller than Kelly. Even though she was sensitive to the challenges he faced as a small man, she always found pleasure in incidents such as this when people mistook her husband for a younger brother, or even, since he’d let his hair start growing out a few years ago, her younger sister. Once, while shopping for a new suit in the boy’s department at the local department store, a woman asked if Kelly was her son. It was mildly amusing and a little kinky for Cathy, but she just laughed as she placed her arm around Kelly’s shoulders and presented him to the woman at the counter.
“Oh,” the woman said, “I am so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.”
“No offense taken,” Kelly chuckled, trying to make the best of things, “it happens all the time,” and he handed over his license.
The woman choked back her embarrassment and moved things along. “Ok. You have 32 rooms for 112 girls and 15 female chaperones. Correct?”
Cathy giggled a bit as Kelly shook his head and said, “14 female chaperones and one male: me.”
The woman just nodded. “Of course. Did you use Disney transportation from the airport?”
“Yes, and do you know when the luggage will arrive?”
She shrugged and said, “I can’t guarantee anything, but it’s usually between 1 and 4 hours before all the luggage arrives.”
“That's fine,” said Kelly as he and Cathy grabbed all the paperwork, Magic Bands and food vouchers and headed back to the group. They passed out everything and began the long slog to their rooms, which were, of course, as far away from the main desk as possible.
Passing one building after another, the girls all marveled at the wonderful Disney theming that distinguished each one. Each building was ‘T’ shaped, three stories high with exterior hallways. The entrance to their building was adorned with a giant statue of Tramp, the dog from ‘Lady and the Tramp.’
As they reached the elevators, one of the girls pointed to a waiting luggage cart, “Look, those are our bags.”
Cathy glanced and saw that the girl was correct. “Yes, that’s a few of ours. I’m sure that it will be a little while before we all have everything. Oh, but see, there’s mine! That huge, ugly green suitcase that Mr. Powell made me carry so that we could bring extra gowns and dresses, just in case. Did everyone bring their gowns and dresses?” The girls all nodded and sighed – they’d been asked this several times by their nervous choral director before they were allowed on the bus back in Seattle. “Oh, good,” Cathy said with great sarcasm, “I’m so glad that I left my beautiful, Louis Vuitton luggage with the smooth rolling wheels and retractable handles back in my garage and took that steamer trunk.”
The girls and chaperones all laughed, but Kelly was too involved in the paperwork to even notice that he’d been the brunt of a joke.
Cathy noticed. “What’s up, baby? Everything ok?”
“Kind of,” Kelly replied. “It’s just that they seem to think that I’m a woman. Everything says, ‘Ms’ or ‘Mrs’ on the forms. Oh, well… it’s not the first time this happened and it won’t be the last. As usual, I can only blame my mom. I am so tired of hearing her explain ‘It’s a boy’s name, too,’ to everyone she ever meets.”
Then, raising his voice, he shouted, “Ok, listen up, ladies!” The girls quieted and listened. “The rooms are ready and I assume that you all remembered to pack a swim suit in your carry-on. So, let’s get up stairs, unpack, put on our suits and head to the pool! It’s almost 8:00 right now, so we can enjoy the Florida heat for a couple of hours and then it’s in your rooms at 10:30 and lights out at 11:00! Remember, we have a big day, tomorrow; 2 adjudicated performances starting at 2:30, so keep the shouting to a minimum!”
Kelly sat on a lounge chair next to the pool while he spoke to most of the chaperones about the next day’s itinerary. “Breakfast at 8:30 in the Food Court here, a rehearsal for the concert choir, then the show choir and then a light lunch around 11:30 and on the bus to the festival stage at 12:15. First, the full concert choir will perform. Then, another ensemble will perform their selections while the girls in the show choir get changed out of their gowns and into the show choir dresses.”
“Oh, I love those new dresses!” said Audrey Menard, one of the most enthusiastic chaperones. “The two different color purples and the dancers’ petticoats, they are just adorable.”
“And,” chimed in Ann Warren, another enthusiastic chaperone, “I love that Cathy talked you into getting a matching shirt and tie for that section of the song when you come out onto the stage to conduct the slower section of their routine.”
Other chaperones joined in with praise for the conductor and the attire. “You’ve done such a good job with them.” “They sound so good.” “The new gowns are beautiful, too.”
Suddenly, all the girls in the pool started shouting out whistles and ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs.’ Kelly and the chaperones turned to see what had gotten their attention, as if Kelly didn’t already know. Walking to the edge of the pool was Kelly’s magnificent wife in a beautiful, if a bit revealing, one-piece swim suit that showed off each and every one of her beautiful curves. Her smile and body language indicated that she adored the attention.
“Good lord, Kelly,” Audrey said, “How do you deal with so much woman?”
Kelly laughed, “I just give her everything she wants and say, ‘yes, dear’ a thousand times a day.”
While Cathy frolicked with the girls in the pool, some chaperones stood by the edge, others went to the food court or their rooms and Kelly continued to deal with every detail of the trip using his tablet. Updates to parents, communications with the school’s headmaster, who also happened to be Audrey’s husband, and confirming events with festival coordinators, all of whom kept referring to him as ‘Ms Powell.’
As the evening wore on, the kids were given a ’15 minute warning’ and the activities at the pool started to wind-down. Cathy pulled herself out of the pool and gave herself a quick drying with a towel, then wrapped her cover-up onto her hips and smiled as she approached Kelly.
“Hey, babe, I’ll head up to the room and shower so that you can take yours when you’re finished here. Can I steal your hair-tie? I like to tie it back when it’s wet like this.”
Kelly pulled the tie from his hair, letting it fall to just below his shoulders. “Ok, Cath. I’ll be back in the room when I’m sure that the girls are all in their rooms.”
“Don’t worry about the girls,” Audrey said, seemingly out of nowhere, “We’ll all take care of them. You got us this far, you need to get to bed. I tell you, Cathy, this guy is a workaholic. He stresses over every little thing, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, you know it,” Cathy giggled. “He creates stress where none exists and this trip will either be a great success, or he’ll have a heart attack trying to make it one.” With that, she gave Kelly a peck on the cheek and headed to their room. “I’ll see you in a few.” She called back as she walked.
Audrey and Kelly wandered around the pool and picked up all kinds of things that the girls had left behind; tee shirts, swim-wraps, phones, hair ties, etc. Then they headed back to their rooms, chatting as they walked.
As the elevator doors opened, a hotel guest backed out of the elevator car pulling a luggage cart that was followed by four very young children and a woman in her late twenties with a sleeping infant on her shoulder. The man looked frazzled and didn’t even notice Audrey and Kelly until he was out of the car.
“Joan, Ellen, Katie, Brianna, come on. We’re going to miss the bus to the airport.” He ordered his children.
Audrey and Kelly moved to try to make room for the man to maneuver.
“Philip,” the man’s wife said in a loud, scolding whisper, “don’t wake the baby and watch out for those women behind you.”
The man turned and noticed Audrey and Kelly for the first time. “Oh, sorry, ladies,” he said with a bit of embarrassment. Then he reached for the elevator door to hold it open for them. It was an awkward reach, but he was trying to be polite. “Here. Let me hold this for you.”
Audrey started to tell the man that he was mistaken about Kelly’s gender, but Kelly cut her off, “Thank you sir,” he said as he ducked into the elevator followed by Audrey.
The doors closed and Audrey said, “Does that happen a lot?”
Kelly laughed. “Too often, I guess. Especially when my hair is loose, like this. It’s ok, though. I’m short and I look younger than I am. Either they think that I am a little boy or a prepubescent girl. It’s been that way most of my life. Cathy thinks it’s hilarious every single time. I’m just kind of used to it. You know, being one of only a few male faculty members in an all-girls-school makes it a little easier. As long as I have a tie and suit coat on, there are no mistakes like that.”
The doors opened on the third floor and there were 3 girls waiting for them.
“Mr Powell,” said their spokesperson, Ericka, a senior and one of the section leaders, “we have a problem. Connie and Samantha haven’t gotten their luggage yet and they need their night-clothes and their concert gown and dress are in them, too and they have pillows in them and…” Kelly knew that Ericka was a mother hen for the ensemble. She'd been a leader since she joined as a freshman and she was the go-to-girl for every problem amongst the choruses. Sometimes, Kelly referred to her as his lieutenant, or first mate.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Kelly, “I’m sure that the bags are coming and even if there is a problem, I’m sure you can borrow from some of the other girls. Mrs Powell has all the extra gowns and dresses in her suitcase, too, so, no matter what, no one needs to panic. Let me make a call from my room…”
Just then, a hotel worker carrying 2 suitcases came around the corner.
“That’s my suitcase!” shouted Samantha and Connie followed with, “Mine, too!”
“See,” Audrey laughed, “problem solved. Now, get into your rooms and let Mr Powell get some rest. Go on, now!”
She smiled at Kelly and said, “Go on, you too. Off to bed. We’ll hold down the fort here and see you in the morning.”
When Kelly open the door to his room, Cathy was just finishing drying her hair. She was completely naked and Kelly was, as usual, mesmerized by her beauty. It wasn’t just her amazing body, it was her confidence and grace. The door opening didn’t even phase her. Had it been a hotel employee instead of him, Cathy would have just giggled and stepped back into the bathroom. Nothing ever “harshed her groove.”
She spotted Kelly in the mirror and, without turning, she smiled at him and continued to fluff her long, light brown hair.
“Well, Ms Powell,” she joked, “is everything ok with the troops?”
Kelly walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, nestling his face in her hair and shoulders and breathing in the sweet strawberry smell of her hair. He was 100% smitten with Cathy and was forever grateful that she saw something worth loving in him.
“So far, so good, I guess. Samantha and Connie didn’t have their suitcases, but they showed up.”
“Huh,” said Cathy, “yours isn’t here yet, either. We should call down to the desk.”
“In a minute. Let me just hold you for a minute or two.”
“Hold me?” Cathy turned to face him and raised his arms to wrap around her neck. “Don’t you want to do more than hold me?” He rested his head on her soft, yet firm breasts as she wrapped her arms around his back and began kissing the top of his head.
“Well, yeah,” He said as he lowered his lips to suckle her nipples, “but I need to call downstairs first.”
Cathy held him tighter and guided him towards the room’s phone. Between kisses on his head, she said, “Tell you what. I’ll call down to the desk, while you be a good little Ms Powell and get down on your knees and make me happy. How does that sound?”
Kelly continued to suckle her nipples, but looked up into her beautiful, blue eyes and smiled. Then, with one final kiss to each breast, her released his hold on her neck and slid his hands softly down her back as he knelt before her and resumed his kissing, this time on the lips of her vagina.
As Cathy dialed ‘0’, his tongue slide into the sweet opening. He adored this. He felt like he was worshipping her and her reaction always made him horny.
Cathy’s breathing sped up just a bit as she spoke into the phone. “Yes, this is room 9357. We are still waiting for a suitcase. (Pause) Kelly Powell. (Pause and a shiver as Kelly’s tongue prodded deeper and deeper) Ok. Yes. Thank you.”
She hung up and dug both of her hands into Kelly’s pitch black hair as she began thrusting into his face. “Oh, babe, keep that up! They say that they're running late because of the festival, but your bag should be outside the door by morning. Oh, oh, oh, that's a good little Ms Powell. Keep that up, Kelly Girl. Ms Powell! Ms Powell! Ms. Ms. Come on Missy, make me happy, my sweet little babe!!”
“Well, that’s just great! I’m screwed!” Kelly said as he and Cathy turned from the front desk. His luggage had not arrived and the girl at the counter had called the airline, only to find out that his luggage had been located in Costa Rica. They would have it back to him as soon as they could, but that would be at least 4 days. “That’s just freakin’ wonderful! I work all year for this and the damned airlines mess everything up!”
“Wait a second,” Cathy said and ran back to the counter. “How long does it take to get to a shopping center by cab?”
“About a half-hour, mam. What store do you need?”
She thought for a second, “I guess we need a tux rental company more than a store.”
The girl typed on the computer for a few moments. “The closest is about a 45 minute ride. Just a warning, though, it is Saturday morning and there is the music festival, a cheerleading festival and a half-marathon all going on today. So it may only take 45 minutes to get there, but it could take an awful lot longer to get back onto Disney property.”
“How long?”
“I can’t say for sure, but it won’t be quick.”
Cathy did some figuring in her head and then asked, “What time does the shop open?”
“11:00, mam.”
“Damn it,” she whispered “Thank you.”
Audrey was already with Kelly.
“No luck?” she asked.
“Lots of luck, just all bad,” Cathy said while putting her arm around Kelly’s shoulders and hugging him to her.
“Kelly,” Audrey said, “can I talk to Cathy for a moment, alone?”
“Sure,” Kelly replied. “I have to use the men’s room. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“I have an idea,” Audrey began. “I want to bounce it off of you first, though.”
When Kelly returned, all the chaperones and girls were assembled in the lobby.
“Ok, Mr Powell,” Audrey announced so that everyone could hear. “Mrs. Powell and the other chaperones will deal with the attire issue. You take your troops to a secluded corner and get them warmed up. You brought these girls here to sing, so you get them ready and when you come back to your room, we’ll be ready for you.”
Kelly glanced at Cathy who gave him a reassuring smile.
“Well, alright, then!” Kelly perked up. He checked his watch. ‘Hmm, well ahead of schedule. Maybe we can pull this off,’ he thought. Then he grinned at the girls and let out one of his trade-mark phrases, “Let’s get this road-on-the-show, ladies! Follow me!” and off they went towards the walking paths where Kelly had spotted a few places that he could rehearse.
When he’d left, Audrey, Cathy and the other chaperones all formed a circle to arrange everything. “So, where do we stand?” Audrey asked.
“I have lots of clothes that I brought for Julie,” said Rose Elliot. Julie was a very talented and petite freshman and Rose was her mom. “She’s a size 2 and she is pretty self-conscious about being so small in the chest. I bought her 6 padded bras for the trip. They look like a very natural B-cup. Also, I bought her new panties before we left, some are bra and panty sets. So, if he needs them, he can have a few pairs – all brand new.”
“Great,” said Cathy. “We probably will need them.”
“Penny has two pair of dress shoes that she brought with her; one for the concert and one for the reception on Sunday night.” Said Penny’s mom. “She’s a size 8. You said that Mr Powell is a size 6 ½ or 7 men’s, so they should do. They're a 2 inch heal, so nothing too dramatic. They should work.”
“I brought several pairs of extra pantyhose for Elise - she's such a tomboy. She's a petite, too, so he can have those.”
“All the extra concerts clothes are in my suitcase and,” Cathy jumped in, “since Audrey is the best beautician in the greater Seattle area, she’ll take care of his hair and makeup! I think we’re gonna pull this off, ladies!”
“Only if he goes along with it,” said one chaperone.
“He will,” nodded Cathy. “He loves those kids and he'd do anything for them. He’ll argue about it, but he’ll do it.”
Audrey laughed, “You know what he told me last night? When I asked how he was able to handle a woman like you, he said, ‘I give her everything she wants and I say ‘yes’ a thousand times a day.’ With that philosophy, I think he’ll jump on board pretty quickly!”
It was a great final rehearsal and the excited girls all ran past Cathy on the way to their rooms. Kelly was the last one to arrive on the exterior balcony that acted as a hallway. He was talking to Grace McPhee, a sophomore who was very nervous about the performance.
“Gracie,” Kelly was saying, “it's just another performance. Like I always say, we do our best at every performance, so it doesn't matter if it's 6 people or a thousand. If we all do our best, we’ll all do great. Ok?”
“Ok, Mr Powell. I'll do my best!” She replied and ran to her room.
“I could hear some of the rehearsal from here. They sounded great!” said Cathy as she folded Kelly into a hug.
“Thanks,” he said and relished her smell for a moment. “Any luck?”
“Lot’s of luck, but…” Cathy started, “…lets go inside and get you all set up.”
When he entered, Kelly was taken aback by what he saw. Audrey had set up a chair by the sink and had a whole assortment of hair-styling tools on the little table in their room.
“What's all this?” He asked.
“Ok, babe, I know this is unusual, but I think we can do this. All the forms already say ‘Ms Kelly Powell’ anyway, so we figured that the only solution…”
“No, no, no!” said a petrified Kelly. “I can't wear a dress. I'd look like an idiot!”
“No you won't. I'll make you beautiful,” said Audrey.
“Kelly, its this or go home without a trophy. You've worked so hard to get them here and it means so, so much to all the girls,” Cathy said while rubbing his back. She kissed his head and said, “All the girls will understand that this was an emergency situation. They love you and they'll all adore you for being their hero.”
“Yeah. Some hero! Wonder Woman, I guess,” Kelly said.
“Then please, babe,” Cathy said, “do it for me. It would kill me to see either you or the girls disappointed. Please, baby, please.”
Kelly sighed, “Ok, but, please, don't make me look foolish. It's bad enough that almost every one of my students is taller than me. I worked hard to get their respect. Please don't take that away from me.”
“There we go!” hollered Audrey! “See, I told you he'd do it for you!”
“Great!” said Cathy as she handed him over to Audrey who immediately set about wetting his hair.
“Do we have clothes that will fit me?” he asked.
“All set.” Cathy said. I'm not positive if you're a size 0 or 2, but we've got both sizes in the gown and the dress. We have shoes from Penny, pantyhose from Elise and a bra and panties from Julie.”
“Wait!” he said with great concern in his voice, “I'll be wearing my students’ underwear!?”
“Well, you can't wear mine, I'm a size 12,” said Audrey, “and you can't wear Cathy’s because she's a pretty well developed woman. Face it, stud, your best bet is to borrow from the freshman girls.”
She and Cathy laughed just a bit of nervous laughter. Kelly just sighed. His whole life he'd hated being mistaken for a child or a girl. Now, his best bet was to borrow from 14 year old girls. “I can't look like a freshman, though, Cath. I need to look like Kelly Powell, the choir director.”
“That’s where I come in, honey,” said Audrey, who seemed to have descended into a focused work-mode. “There are lots of petite women in the world and I know how to make them beautiful. You'll see. You'll love what I do.”
She wrapped the towel around Kelly’s head and led him to the other chair. He could smell Cathy’s shampoo in his own hair and at once felt both turned on and as if a bottomless pit had opened in his stomach.
“Now,” Audrey said, “is the time when I usually say, ‘this will be painless,’ but, honey, I need to work on those eyebrows a bit, so… just take a deep breath and let me do what needs to be done. It'll be over before you know it.
By 11:30, Kelly was clean shaven, clean shaven everywhere, including around his genitals. It had happened while he had been otherwise involved with Audrey. He was standing while Audrey was using a curling iron on his hair and Cathy was buried under the sheet that covered his naked body from shoulder to floor, shaving him as clean as the day he was born. His hair was partially piled on his head and there were a few hot-curlers still in his hair which, Audrey assured him, would put lots of body into his hair. His makeup was done and Audrey had taken some ice and a sewing needle that one of the mother's had brought, just in case, and pierced his ears, so that he was wearing the same tear-drop pearls that his students wore for concerts.
Cathy had fastened and adjusted his black bra which was trimmed in white lace while he now stood with the sheet wrapped around his waist. Well, in fact it was not ‘his’ bra. It was 14 year old Julie’s bra and both Audrey and Cathy had complimented him on how flattering it was on him. He had no real response for what was probably meant as a compliment, so he just whispered, “Thank you,”
“Oh aren't those adorable!” Audrey cooed as Cathy handed her husband a pair of size 2 panties. “They match the bra perfectly. I love all that lace. You know, my daughters all love that ‘hipster’ style; kind or halfway between a bikini and a boy short. I never really liked them on me, though. I prefer old fashioned, medium waisted panties.”
Kelly was shocked by the panties. They were just so… so… girly. “Cath, I can't wear those. The girls will know.”
“I doubt it, babe. Rose said that she’d bought Julie all new bras and panties for the trip. Julie probably has no idea that you're even wearing her clothes. Now, be a big boy and go put your panties on.” Cathy laughed as she tapped her husband’s sheet covered bottom and scooted him into the bathroom. “And remember to tuck it between your legs, too babe! We don't want any unsightly bulges!”
Kelly headed for the lavatory, but stopped at the mirror. It was his first opportunity to see the makeup and hair. The bra and the earrings. It was a lot to take in.
As soon as the door was closed, Audrey turned to Cathy and, in hushed tones said, “Oh, my God, he's even cuter that I could have imagined. No one will suspect that he's a boy.”
“Shhh,” giggled Cathy. “I know, he is absolutely adorable. I can't tell you how amazing I am finding all of this. You are truly a miracle worker.”
“No, he is truly a beautiful woman.”
They quieted as the bathroom door opened, but Kelly did not come out. “Cath? Can you come here? I need your help.”
Cathy went to the door. All Audrey could hear was whispers. When Cathy stepped back into the room, she was laughing just a bit and looked a little embarrassed. She was towing her very feminine looking husband behind her and he was still wearing the sheet as a skirt to cover his lower half. His head was down in embarrassment as well.
“Umm,” Cathy started, “well, I guess there's no tactful way to say this, but would you mind just stepping out for a moment? My little friend, here, is having a problem with his little friend and I think I can help them both.” Her voice was filled with giggles and her smile had grown bigger with each word.
Audrey stared blankly for a moment, then said, “Oh! OH!! I understand. Um, yes, of course, I… well I'll be outside the door when you're done.” She started to open the door, but stopped for a second and turned to say, “If you need some ice to cool it down, there's still some in the bucket.”
“Umm,” Cathy grinned, “no. I think our ‘girl’ is just a bit overstimulated. We’ll just be a few minutes.”
“Oh, ok.” And she went out the door.
Cathy turned to face her husband. He was still lost in humiliation over this situation. Cathy had always felt tall next to Kelly, but now she felt powerful. His bra made him look somehow smaller. The hair and makeup and the last few curlers in his hair, it was like he was her daughter or something. She just felt… empowered for some reason.
“It's ok, babe. It's just a sensory overload for you. It'll be fine.” She put her hand under his chin and softly guided his face up to meet hers. “I promise, baby. It'll be fine. I'll take care of you. Now, we don't have much room here and I don't want you to lay down and mess your hair, and there isn’t enough room for me to kneel down, so I really can't do this with my mouth.”
She stepped aside and grabbed a few tissues. When she turned back to Kelly, he was staring into the mirror. It was as if he was in shock at the beautiful woman looking back at him.
“You’re beautiful, babe. You see that, right?”
He looked away from the mirror, a bit ashamed, then raised his eyes to a Cathy and nodded.
Cathy pulled off the sheet and pulled around the chairs that had been used for his shampoo. She sat in it and pulled Kelly to her. She made sure he was still looking into the mirror while she began stroking his hairless penis.
“Shh,” she whispered, “look how pretty you are. It's a lot to take in, I know, but you are such a pretty girl. No one will know that you're a man and I have never found you more attractive than I do right now. I love your soft, smooth skin with no hairy parts. It's so sexy.”
Kelly put one arm are over Cathy’s shoulder and moved a little closer while she continued massage his member. When he was close enough she began nipping at his faux breasts, too.
“Do you like your breasts? I had breasts like that when I was a girl, too. Not too big, not too small; just right.”
As she picked up momentum on his penis, his right hand began to rub up and down his hairless torso. As he neared his crotch, Cathy reached over and softly guided it towards his penis. She wrapped her hand around his and had him join in his masturbation. Once she was sure that he was focused on his member, she let go and just watched as he rubbed himself.
Cathy pulled him close so that he was standing between her legs, but still facing the mirror. Her head was just below his ear as she whispered, “That's it babe. Do it for me. I want to see my little girl cum for me. That's it baby, that's it. Look at the beautiful girl and rub it as fast as you can.”
She readied the tissues as his face grew red and his penis grew purple.
She reached around and watched with astonishment. Years of dating and years of marriage and she never even imagined him jerking off. Now, he was so weakened by these feminine things and the makeup, that he was doing it in front of her.
“Let it come, baby. Let it come. Think of your pretty bra and how pretty you'll be in your matching panties and just let it come.”
It came. It came with a vengeance and Cathy clamped the tissues to the tip of his penis to try to collect every drop as his knees nearly buckled out form underneath him.
Cathy supported him, though, and whispered, “That's ok, baby. That's ok. Mommy has her little girl. Don't worry, just let it all out.” And he did.
When the spams ended, she carefully arranged the tissues on the counter and grabbed a dampened face cloth. She wiped his groin clean and had him step into the black panties with white lace. Then she slowly raised them up to his waist, stopping long enough to tuck his exhausted penis down between his legs so that she could secure it in the silky softness of his panties.
Then she rubbed the smooth front created by the tucking. “Oh, so smooth. Aren't you pretty? Do you like your panties?”
Kelly’s senses were returning and he was deeply embarrassed. He turned away for a moment.
Cathy could see the opened and soiled tissues on the vanity top. She reached over and dipped a finger in to taste it herself. It was still warm and salty. She stood and turned Kelly back to the mirror. “Oops,” she said, “I think you need a little lip gloss.”
Kelly looked at his lips. They looked fine to him – for a woman’s lips, anyway. While he examined himself, Cathy dipped 2 fingers back into the messy goo on the tissues, then turned Kelly back to her.
“Purse your lips for me, babe,” she said.
Kelly did and Cathy smiled as she spread a coating of his cum onto his lips, then thrust a sticky finger into his mouth. Kelly closed his mouth on the finger and she pulled it out slowly. Then he licked his lips. ‘Salty’ he thought. Not what he expected.
“Taste good?” She asked
He nodded.
Cathy knew that she would need to change her own panties before leaving for the concert.
His nails had been painted, his heels were on, he’d tried on his show choir dress and he was wearing the concert choir gown. It was a classic, black concert gown. A silky, slip-lining for a short sleeved, full length taffeta-like material that flared out from an empire waist. The upper part of the dress was V-necked, with short sleeves, with a black lace overlay and a sparse, but effective smattering of sequins across the bodice. With the high heels, he actually felt taller and with the amount of fussing over his appearance that had been going on for the last few hours, he actually was enjoying the feeling of being pretty. Cathy was behind him, finishing off the large bow that sat on each girl’s rear end when wearing these new gowns. Many complained that the bows made the zipper hard to manage, but it pulled in the dress beautifully and created a feminine shape for all body shapes.
Audrey had left about fifteen minutes earlier. She'd explained the situation to her husband, the headmaster, and then gathered all the girls together to prepare them for Kelly’s appearance.
“Time to go, babe. Are you all set?” Cathy held a garment bag containing the show choir dress that Kelly would be wearing for the second performance.
“No. I'll never be ready for something like this, so we might as well get it over with.”
He took a deep breath to steel himself to step outside and Cathy marveled at how his bodice rose and fell. ‘My God, he looks so beautiful,’ she thought.
Three floors down, on the sidewalk, all of the girls were waiting. All were wearing identical dresses to Kelly. They were very excited. Excited to be there. Excited to be performing in the festival and excited because their teacher, Mr Powell, had, through a series of events beyond his control, been forced to dress as a woman. They knew he was small, but they all respected him and were ready to support him however they could.
“I wonder how he’ll look?”
“I bet he’ll be pretty in a dress.”
“I hope he's not embarrassed”
“I have a boy-cousin who wears dresses all the time. He looks weird, but his boy- friend looks great in his dress.”
Back on the third floor, Cathy and Kelly waited for the elevator. Kelly had not said a word since leaving the room. Cathy had only offered a few words of advice. “Small steps, babe and hold the skirt of the dress up a little when you walk. Remember that it touches the ground. Let's keep it as clean as possible.”
The elevator seemed to take forever. Everything just felt ‘different’. The silky pantyhose that reached high above his normal, male waist, the lining of the gown, the need to care for the clothes while moving, the tightness of the bra around his torso. Different.
They heard voices approaching and Kelly slouched a bit to hide himself.
“Stand straight, babe. Relax. You're gorgeous. Remember, use your normal voice, just a little softer. It'll be fine.”
Two women rounded the corner to join them. Both were wearing Disney themed sundresses. Very light. Very pretty. Very feminine.
One looked at Kelly and said, “Oh, my! Aren't you all dolled up!”
The other jumped in, “Concert today? Are you with all the girls downstairs in the gowns?”
Kelly smiled and replied, “Yes. We’re performing in EPCOT this afternoon.”
“How awesome,” the first woman smiled. “Where are you from?”
“Seattle,” Cathy said. She indicated the garment bag over her shoulder and said, “I'm just a roadie for the girls, so I get to bang around in Capri pants while they all dress up.”
“Very nice,” the second woman said as the elevator arrived and they stepped in. “And what grade are you in, sweetheart?”
Kelly laughed a bit, “I'm the director of the choruses.”
“Oh… I'm sorry. How old are you, dear?”
“27. Don't worry about it, when you're a short guy, you get used to people underestimating your age.” Kelly immediately realized he'd said he was a guy.
Cathy jumped in, “People frequently think she's my niece or even my daughter. I'm her wife, by the way.”
The woman smiled, “Oh, how nice. Well, good luck and wish the other ‘guys’ good luck from us, too.”
The doors opened and the women stepped out into the crowd of St Mary’s choruses. “Good luck, guys! Knock ‘me dead!”
Cathy put her arm around Kelly’s shoulders and gave him a reassuring shake. “All set, babe? It's now or never.”
He took a deep breath and let it out, raised his eyebrows and said, “Here goes nothing. So much for my teaching career.”
“Oh, now…” Cathy was saying, but she was interrupted by Audrey’s voice.
“Ladies! Ladies! Ladies! I present to you, your new Chorus director, Ms Kelly Powell!”
They girls all turned and for a moment, there was silence. Then there was excited giggles and “oh, my God!” and “he’s beautiful!” and “that's not really him, is it?” And then – applause and hoots and cheers.
Then they started cheering, “Mis – ter – P! Mis – ter – P! Mis – ter – P!”
But the chaperones quickly quieted them and reminded them that they could not say ‘mister’ this weekend.
Then the cheer began again, “Mis – sus – P! Mis – sus – P! Mis – sus – P!”
Finally, Cathy helped Kelly stand on a bench so he could address the girls. “Alright, girls, we've come a long way to get here and, to be honest, it has not gone at all as I had planned it. So, let's walk to the front of the resort, get on the bus, go to the concert and show everyone why we came.”
More cheers as the girls walked away.
The chaperones were not allowed to go “back stage” where the choruses warmed up, so they waved goodbye to the chorus’ charter bus.
At first, Kelly felt very awkward with all these young woman asking questions and giving compliments, but, as soon as he started focusing on getting ready, it all faded away and the clothes, jewelry and makeup became secondary.
They warmed up and got in line to take the stage. Suddenly, Kelly was overwhelmed with the enormity of what he was doing and he started to sweat.
Ericka, the faithful section leader, was next to him and was afraid that he was about to pass out.
“Ms Powell, are you ok?” No response. “Ms Powell? Ms Powell?”
Kelly broke free of his anxiety and turned to Ericka. As his thoughts cleared he smiled, but he was shaking a bit and, try as he might to stop it from happening, a tear rolled down his left cheek.
Ericka, who was taller than Kelly by at least a few inches pulled him into a friendly hug and said, “You’ll be great. You're always great and we all love you for doing this for us.”
He straightened himself, nodded and took a deep, cleansing breath as the stage manager came to lead them to the stage. In the past, they had a tradition of each student giving Mr P a high-five on the way to the risers. This time, each gave him a quick, chaste, sisterly hug on the way. When the last student passed onto the stage, he felt that he had never been so connected to these girls.
One more deep breath and out he went, holding the skirt of his gown just off the floor.
He smiled at the girls and they returned big, sincere smiles to him.
He was focused.
He was ready.
Kelly was known for being a bit of a showman, even a show off, when leading his chorus and today was no exception. He was broad and flamboyant and he felt the girls following his every nuisance and sway. It was an amazing performance and, when it was done, they all knew that they had scored well, but they wouldn't find out what that score was until the banquet on Sunday night.
Now, as the next group took the stage, the girls in show choir grabbed their garment bags from the chaperones and ran to the changing rooms. Audrey and Cathy had special permission to join the girls to help with quick changes and pinning in hair that might interfere with the choreography.
The entire group or 20 girls ran into the girls’ locker room. Kelly headed to the boys’ locker room, but stopped before he reached it and looked around in confusion. ‘Damn it. I am definitely NOT getting changed with the girls!’ He thought.
Just then, a coordinator spotted him and shouted, “Excuse me, miss, are you a director or a student?”
“Director.”
“Well, we have a private room for directors. Come this way.”
“Oh, thank God!” He whispered and followed her to the room.
He tried to unzip the gown, but that damned bow was in the way. So, he opened the door a crack to look for Cathy. She was no where to be seen, but the ever helpful coordinator appeared from around the door.
“Everything alright?”
“Oh, umm, I'm afraid that I am having trouble with the zipper. I need a little help, I'm afraid.”
“No problem, Ms Powell. I'm a costume assistant here, I can give you a hand,” and without another word, she gently pushed Kelly back into the dressing room, turned him around, untied the bow and pulled the zipper all the way down to his buttocks.
Kelly was shocked and moved his hands to cover his rear, but that just made it easier for the woman to pull the gown down his arms, leaving him with his bra exposed and the lower part of the gown hanging from his hips.
He didn't know what to do, but the clock was ticking, so he removed the gown, but stayed turned away from the woman.
She continued to be helpful, though and removed the show choir dress from the garment bag. “Oh, how pretty!” she cooed as she pulled the dress out.
And it was.
The mothers’ committee had gone all out to pick this dress for the girls.
He remembered that they called it a ‘fit and flare’ style of dress. It's was soft and stretchy in the top and the bottom floated about their knees as the girls danced. Mostly, it was a light purple color, but the bodice was a darker, velvety, stretch material that accentuated the girls’ figures. The skirt was a series of soft, mesh material that was designed in three, asymmetrical layers with a tiny petticoat at the top to create the illusion of hips for girls who had yet to develop completely. Sadly, Kelly was now a member of that group. The petticoat also enhanced the girl’s movements when they danced.
The woman held the dress so that she could help Kelly get it on without messing his hair.
“Turn and face me, honey. I'll help you with your hair. That's far too much work to mess up with another performance coming up.”
He had no choice, ‘What the hell?’ He thought, ‘I've got a bra, panties and pantyhose on. I'll just look like an underdeveloped woman.” And he turned and thanked her.
“My pleasure. Really. Oh, my goodness, what a beautiful bra that is. Do you mind if I ask where you got it?”
Kelly suppressed the instinct to say, ‘Sure, I borrowed it from a 14 year old, high school freshman who is in my choir and will probably be taller than me in three months,’ and instead he thought of stores where Cathy loved to buy her lingerie and said, “Ummm, I believe I got it at Neiman Marcus. I'm not 100% sure, though.”
As the coordinator pulled the dress into place and fussed with it to make it hung just right, she said, “Oh, I LOVE Neiman’s! A little pricey, but so pretty, right? Well, I think you're all set now. Good luck, honey. Have a good show.” And she gave him a strange ‘almost kiss’ on his cheek before leaving the room.
Kelly could hear Cathy organizing the girls in the open area in front of the dressing rooms, so he hung his gown up in the garment bag and headed out to the troops.
“Ooh, Ms P, you are gorgeous!” One girl shouted at him.
Again they all applauded and he made a show of doing a little curtesy for their benefit.
They laughed and applauded more.
“Oh, wait, Ms P. You can't dance in those heals. You need some character shoes like the rest of us. I brought my old pair in case anyone needed some.” It was, of course, Ericka to the rescue. She dug in her bag and pulled out a pair of tan character shoes.
Cathy took them from Ericka and thanked her. “Ok, girls. If your hair and makeup is already done, you can move into the waiting area. I'll help Ms Powell finish getting ready.
The girls happily hustled into the waiting area while Audrey tapped Connie on the shoulder and said, “All set, dear. Go ahead and join the rest of the girls,” and off Connie went to wait with the rest of the girls.
Cathy guided Kelly to the chair. Kelly knew that the girls all wore much more dramatic makeup for the show choir, but he hadn't considered he'd wear it too.
“Ready, beautiful?” Audrey asked as Kelly sat down.
“Is this really necessary?” Kelly asked. “I'm only on stage for 5 out of 20 minutes.”
“Sit still, babe,” Cathy said. “Pretty girls have to go through a lot in order to be pretty girls. Now, cross your legs at the knees and sit up straight. Your hair will be fine. I'll put the flower-hair clip in.”
He sighed and said, “Thy will be done.”
Cathy smiled as she fastened the barrette with three large flower buds (purple, white and purple – the school colors) to the back of his head.
When his eyes were smoky and his lips a startling shade of red, Audrey, Cathy and Kelly joined the girls. Kelly said, “These shoes are much more comfortable than the other ones were.”
“That's because they’re made for dancing, not fashion, babe.”
“Well, I prefer comfort to fashion, I guess.”
“Oh, but you were so pretty in your heels.”
“Hrumph.” He grunted, but smiled broadly, none the less.
“Saint Mary’s Show Choir! You're at places!” Shouted the stage manager. “Two minutes to stage. Ready?”
Kelly came to the front of the line and said, “Yes, mam. We’re all set.”
Once again, Erica was next to Kelly.
“You look even prettier in this dress, Mr P.” She whispered.
“Ms,” Kelly whispered. “Ms P.”
“Can I ask you a question.”
“Sure.”
“Do you like it? The dress, I mean. I think they're very comfortable and I love the feel of the soft material. Do you?”
“It's… comfortable, I guess, but I can't wait to get get back into my jeans.”
“Oh, really? I think you like it a lot. How could you look so beautiful and not like it.”
“Shhh” came from the stage manager.
Kelly whispered, “Ericka, you're only seventeen…”
“I'm eighteen.”
“Ok. You're only eighteen. Being pretty is a big part of your world and you're very good at it, but…”
“Aww. Thanks.”
“… BUT! I've worked very hard to be taken seriously. I'm a short man and that's not an easy thing for a short man to achieve. I've worked hard to get to where I am and I feel a little like a clown with this makeup on.”
“You know what? You remind me of a line from a play we read in AP English Lit last week.”
“What line is that?”
“It's from HAMLET and it goes, ‘I think the lady doth protest too much.’ I think you like it more than you're letting on and I think Mrs Powell likes it too. She's been smiling like a cheshire cat all day. She thinks you're hot. I can tell.”
“Well,” Kelly said, embarrassed and taken aback by the honesty of his student, “Cheshire cat, huh? I bet that Mrs Gregory is giving you an ‘A’ in AP Lit this quarter.”
He licked his lips in thought and tasted the lipstick and he smiled a bit. “I think we need to change the subject, Ericka. Ok?”
She smiled, too. “Ok.”
“Let’s go, Saint Mary’s!” The stage manager called and waved them forward. Lots of hugs on the way by, again and the girls took the stage.
They were on fire! Hiring the choreographer was so worth it! Everything was going great and the audience was eating it up. When the moment came, Kelly stepped out and joined the girls in a quick dance move to move down stage to conduct the next part of the medley. Strange thing, though. When he did this before, it always got laughs. This time, just some cheers and applause.
He conducted them through the slow section and and, as the tempo picked up speed, he danced back off and waited backstage. When the girls finished, he was so, so proud of them. As they ran off stage, he hugged each of them as they passed him and they all ran to meet the rest of the girls and the chaperones out front.
Hugs, hugs, hugs. Tears, tears, tears. They were all so emotional and Kelly felt like their hormones were infecting him. He felt tears of joy on his face, too.
“Ok, girls!” Cathy finally said. “Let’s get you all changed and Ms P and I will take your bags back to the resort while you enjoy some park time. We’ll be back here ASAP.”
“Yay!” And off the ran to change.
“Congratulations, babe. They were wonderful and they were beautiful. And you were wonderful and you were beautiful,” and she hugged him to her breasts. “When we have all their bags, we can call for a cab to take us to resort, get you changed into something more comfortable and come back here. Sound good?”
“Sounds great!”
The girls brought out their bags and loaded them up into a larger bag designed for just this kind of maneuver. It was a bit heavy, but they made it to the front gate and hailed a cab.
Ten minutes later, they were hauling their load up the stairs to their room.
They dropped it on the floor and looked at the disaster area that was their room.
“Well, I guess we should pick up before we go to the park, don't you think?” Kelly asked.
“Nope.” Cathy smiled. “Come here, sexy. I've been thinking about this all day.”
As her eyes traveled up and and down her small, feminized husband, he could feel her lust and he felt… sexy. He swayed towards her and bit on the French-Manicured nail extension that was glued to the forefinger of his right hand, and he smiled as he wrapped his arms around his wife’s neck and pulled himself up on his toes to kiss her and allow her tongue to explore his mouth. Then, slowly, he slid down to his knees and unbuttoned the waist of Cathy’s Capri pants.
Cathy looked down at the perfect hair and sexy makeup of this woman on her knees in front of her. The purple flowers and the soft, light and dark purple dress and she felt empowered as never before.
Kelly pulled the zipper down slowly and guided the pants past her hips to the floor, all the while nibbling at the front of her panties.
“Oh, babe,” she moaned. “Oh, babe. You are my woman now.”
Kelly smiled and slowly lowered Cathy’s panties, then, still slowly, slid his tongue into her vagina and went to work.
She came in seconds, but she was not done.
As soon as her orgasm subsided, she bent over, put her hands under Kelly’s armpits, lifted him fully off the floor and threw him, quite literally threw him, onto the bed. He let out a very girlish squeal as he landed and his skirt flew up to reveal the little lace petticoat that was hidden underneath.
Cathy was aggressive. She grabbed his feet and tried to pull the character shows off. “Straps, honey. There are straps.” She quickly undid the straps and pulled the shoes off, followed by the pantyhose.
Then she saw those wonderful, pretty, black panties with the white lace. They were pretty and they were virginal and pure. She stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his legs to her, one on either side. Then she rubbed his silky, flat, firm crotch. There was nothing there. With his penis tucked, the front of his crotch was just plat – like a Ken-doll.
No. Like a Barbie-doll.
He was her Barbie-doll.
His hand, his little, petite, beautiful hand came down to join her big, powerful hand and they rubbed him together.
“Keep rubbing,” she said as she stopped and gently pulled off his perfect little panties allowing his penis to pop up, free from its silk bondage.
“Rub it,” she whispered.
He took his member in his hand and started to masturbate himself.
“You are beautiful, you know, babe.”
“So are you.”
“No. I'm fit and sexy and all, but, princess, you are beautiful. You're my beautiful, Disney princess,” and she raised his legs high up onto her shoulders and rubbed his bare bottom while he continued to play with his erection with his soft skirts and the little lace petticoat turned inside-out. He looked like a sexy virgin on prom night.
Slowly, she moved her vagina towards his turgid member. “Put it in me, princess. Put it in me.”
So, he did and she began thrusting her pelvis into him in a very unladylike manner, but both were so wrapped up in the eroticism of the moment and the newness of it all that they barely noticed that their sexual roles, their dominance roles, their life roles had completely reversed themselves.
Kelly’s eyes rolled upward as he approached the most explosive orgasm of his existence.
Cathy grunted with lust and exertion as she claimed her lover.
When they came, it was together and both screamed out in ecstasy.
Cathy held him in the folds of her Kegel muscles and milked him until he withered and slipped passively from her with a soft, feminine sigh.
She stood over him, smiling at him for more than a minute before she glanced at the clock.
His eyes were still closed.
“Babe? Babe, are you awake?”
“Uh-huh,” he sighed.
“We need to clean up and get back to the park, babe. We've been here nearly an hour.”
“Uh-huh” he sighed again and rolled to the side, holding the skirt up to avoid soiling it. When he stood, on shaky legs, Cathy helped him pull the feminine garment over his head. He stood in front of her in just a bra, earrings and makeup and gave his beautiful, powerful wife another kiss and cuddled into her tee shirt.
She sniffed his hair. Strawberry shampoo and hairspray. Lots of hairspray.
She could smell the makeup and lipstick.
She could smell the perfume left behind by each of the hugs from the girls in the choirs.
All in all, she smelled a woman. A girl. In her arms.
With great regret, she pushed him towards the lavatory. “Go pee and wipe me off of yourself, then come out and I'll take off your makeup. I bought you some clothes to wear.”
He smiled and did as he was told.
When he returned, she handed him his panties, which he happily put on expecting to be taking them off again, soon, and she sat him in a chair, removed the barrette and a couple of Bobbi pins from his hair and brushed it straight down. Then she took a head-band and pulled his hair neatly off of his face and wiped the makeup off.
When she'd finished taking it all off, she whispered, keep your eyes shut, and he felt her brush something along his eye lids and then his lips. Then she fussed with removing his earrings and wiped them down with cool alcohol, fussing with them again.
“Ok, stand up, babe. Let's get you dressed.”
When his eyes opened, Cathy stood between him and the mirror, helped him stand and turned him towards the bed. She opened a bag an pulled out a pair of white flip-flops with little red bows with white polka dots that sat daintily between his first and second toes.
He saw them and asked, “Where are my sneakers that I wore on the plane?”
“Somewhere in this mess, I'm sure, but you'll like these better.”
He was about to argue that it was time to dress as himself again, when Cathy pulled his new outfit from the bag. It was a white sundress made of layers of soft cotton. It had a China-blue pattern of stylized images, which, at first glance may have been flowers, but upon inspection revealed themselves to be various Disney princesses and their castles. It had medium width shoulder straps that lead to a modest, scoop neck, an empire waist and a pretty, flared skirt.
It was a feminine confection of a dress and, as much as he wanted to try it on, he said, “Cath, I better be a man again. I wore what I needed to for the concerts, but I should go back to wearing men's clothes, now.”
“Well, babe,” Cathy smiled, “First off, you never wore ‘men’s clothes.’ You wore ‘boy’s clothes.’ And secondly, you can't wear boy’s clothes this weekend because, A) your boy’s clothes are in Costa Rica and B) the festival only knows about Ms Kelly Powell, so Ms Powell better show up.”
She raised the dress over the head of her stunned, little husband and slid it onto him. She turned him and zipped him in knowing that he would have difficulty finding the small zipper and pulling it down on his own. As she concealed the zipper in the covered tract of the dress, it felt as if she had trapped him in it and he would need to come to her to get out of the dress and, again, she felt just a little more powerful, in control – masculine and motherly – all at once.
“But, Cath, the girls will see me, the parents will find out, the other teachers will find out. I'll lose my job.”
“Kelly,” Cathy laughed as she fluffed his skirts, fluffed his hair and kissed his forehead, “everyone already knows. You haven't had your phone or tablet for the last few hours, but there are, quite literally, hundreds of pictures of you on social media. Pictures of you walking, conducting, hugging the girls, curtsying… The parents know. The teachers know. Your mother and your sisters know. They called me and told me how adorable you looked. Face it, babe, Ms Powell is here at least until we leave Florida on Tuesday and, judging by the comments on Instagram and Facebook and a phone conversation that Audrey and her husband had, Ms Powell may be expected to be around for a good long while. Maybe forever. And would that be so bad? Look how pretty she is.” And Cathy turned him towards the mirror.
He saw a very small, young woman looking back at him.
She seemed smaller and younger than he'd remembered himself being just a few minutes ago, but she was him. He was her.
She had a pretty little sundress with pretty little princesses on it and a pretty little head band to match. She had on just a light coating of eye makeup, framed by delicately arched eyebrows and soft, pink lips below. On her feet were cute, flip-flops with Minnie Mouse bows and in her ears were the same bows as earrings. Her hair was combed straight, but still retained some of the under-flip she had worn earlier in the day, so her hair had bounce and body to it.
She was a very pretty young woman, but it was him. He was her.
“I look so young.”
“You do. Isn't it amazing?”
“I mean, I look like a girl. A young girl. Fourteen, fifteen. A girl not a woman.”
“I know.”
“Is this even a woman’s dress?”
“Babe, you wore boys’ clothes when you came down here. Not men’s. Now, you'll wear girls’ clothes, not women’s.”
“But, couldn't I wear girls’ pants of something?”
“No, babe. You’ll wear what we pick out for you and isn't it pretty?” Then something funny occurred to her, “I'll wear the pants for now.” She giggled.
Cathy pulled her Capris back on and checked her look in the mirror. She looked good and Kelly looked so sweet and dainty in that beautiful dress. All those horrible jokes about female Physical Education teachers being lesbians and now, she was turned on by dressing her husband up in pretty little dresses. Wait till he sees his nightie and what she has for him to wear tomorrow.
“Ok, babe. Let's head back to the park and find all your little friends. They are just going to gush over you, you know.” She fluffed his hair a few more times before guiding him to the door. “Today, you were their hero. Their knight in shining armor who bravely wore a dress for them. Tonight, you'll be their new friend who enjoys the park with them while wearing more pretty things – and he’s... or, rather… she’s doing it just for them. Now, they can chat freely and openly with you – you know, girl talk. Take you on rides. Tell you secrets. Tonight, instead of being their prince, you'll be their princess.”
To Be Continued...
Disney Princess - 2
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This version of Disney Princess - 2 has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar.~Sephrena.
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Chapter 2
"Oh, my God! Cathy!" Audrey gushed as Cathy and Kelly approached their meeting location, at the fountain, just inside of the EPCOT entrance. "That dress is even cuter on him... oops... her than I could have imagined." He really was the picture perfect teen girl in his white dress with the China-blue pattern and the matching headband.
She hugged Kelly and said, more quietly, "you are just one big surprise after another, young lady, aren't you!? Every time I think that you couldn't get any prettier, you surprise me again," and she planted a big kiss on his cheek, after which she rubbed the residual lipstick off. "I'm sorry, Kelly. You're just so cute! I can't help myself. Isn't that dress just perfect?"
"It's very pretty, yes," said Kelly.
"She's pouting," Cathy said. "She'd rather be wearing dirty, old jeans and a t-shirt. Can you imagine? She's so pretty this way and she wants to put on crappy old jeans. Tell her Audrey. Tell her how pretty she is."
"You are as pretty as a picture, Kelly. I would not steer you wrong."
Kelly just sulked and nodded.
"Besides," said Cathy, "you can't be 'Ms Kelly Powell' at a concert in the afternoon and 'Mr Kelly Powell' in the evening. It will confuse the festival people, it will confuse the girls, it will confuse the chaperones... heck, it would confuse me."
"Well, I'm pretty confused, right now." Kelly snapped, sounding much more like a petulant teenager than he'd intended.
"Oh, poo," Audrey said, taking him by the hand, "come, on. The ladies are holding some spots for us for dinner. We're having Moroccan tonight."
"Ohh, sounds good," said Cathy as she walked along with Audrey and admired the park.
As they were crossing into The World Showcase, Kelly said, "Ok. Please, let's stop for a moment."
Audrey and Cathy turned to look at him.
"I get it," Kelly said. "I get that I have to maintain this 'disguise' while we're here, but I am not a child, so please don't hold my hand as we walk. It's... it's degrading."
Audrey was shocked. "Oh, I'm sorry..."
"Kelly, after everything that Audrey has done..." Cathy began to scold.
"No, no," said Audrey. "He's right."
"I'm sorry, Audrey. I'm just kind of freaked out by this whole thing. I shouldn't have acted that way," Kelly said. He shook his head, not knowing what else to say.
Audrey smiled and stepped up to Kelly and took his shoulders gently in her hands. "I'm sorry, Kelly. I know you're stressed, but I let my enthusiasm get the best of me. Forgive me?"
Kelly nodded. "There's nothing to forgive, Audrey. I'm just..."
"You're just beautiful," Audrey smiled as she moved her hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face, "and I forgot who you really are. I'll do better."
Cathy rubbed Audrey's shoulder. "Audrey, you're doing great...it's me who is getting carried away."
Audrey continued looking at Kelly, "It's just that when I look at you with that fresh-face, soft hair and pretty dress, I don't see my daughters' music teacher. I see a beautiful girl who I would be thrilled for my son to bring home for dinner."
"Your son who's a sophomore at St Phillip's? That's encouraging." Kelly laughed.
"So," Cathy said, "if we're all good, here, let's get to the Morocco pavilion and eat something."
"Hey! Mrs Powell!" All three turned to see Ericka and four other choir girls hustling over to them.
"Hey! Mrs Powell! Mrs Menard! We were wondering if Mr P is coming back to the..." Ericka paused as she recognized Kelly. "Oh, my goodness, Mr P. I thought you'd be... I mean..." She smiled. "I mean... you look so pretty in that dress... and... so... young."
Kelly smiled and stood as tall as he could in his white flip-flops. "Hi, girls. Having fun?" Kelly couldn't help but notice that there were seven women surrounding him, yet he was the only one in a dress - and a very soft and feminine one at that. Cathy and Audrey were in Capri pants and the girls were all wearing one-piece rompers.
Elise spoke, next, "Oh my God, Hillary, look! Mr P is wearing the same dress that you wear just looking at."
"Ms P," Cathy whispered to Elise.
"Sorry," shrugged Elise.
"It is!" said Hillary, "it's the same one! Oh, I love it, don't you, Ms P? It's so soft and pretty. I wanted to buy it, but, you know, I can't spend $145.00 on a single dress. My mom would kill me!"
"$145.00!?" Kelly whispered in shock. Cathy just smiled.
"I know this may sound weird, but do you think I can borrow it some time?" Hillary asked.
Kelly was shocked. This was not question for which he was prepared. "Umm, I think you'll need to talk to Mrs Powell about that. She bought it, after all."
Cathy laughed, "It's your dress, babe. Maybe if you let Hillary borrow your pretty, little dress, you could borrow some of her clothes sometime. What do you think, Hillary?" Kelly couldn't help but notice that Cathy was enjoying this a bit too much.
"Sure! Anytime!" Hillary beamed. "Anytime." Hillary flounced Kelly's skirts a bit to look at how prettily it moved and imagined herself wearing the charming garment.
Kelly smirked at his smiling wife. He knew she was loving this. He sighed and turned to the girls. "What have you been up to, girls? Having a good time?"
"Oh, yeah," Elise, the tomboy, said. "We had fast passes for 'Test Track' and 'Mission to Mars.' We have one more fast pass for Soarin' in about an hour, so we were going to grab dinner in The Earth before that. Want to join us?"
"Sorry, sweetheart," Audrey said, "but we're joining the other chaperones for dinner."
"I wish we'd thought to get fast passes, too," Cathy said. "Kelly loves Soarin'"
"Hey, Ms P." Karina jumped in, "come with us. I am exhausted from the other rides and I don't think I can handle Soarin'. We can switch Magic Bands after dinner and you can use my fast pass."
"Yeah," Ericka said, "please join us. We loved doing the rides with you at Six Flags last year. This is Disney World, Ms P! We're seniors and we want to enjoy it with you. Please?"
Kelly smiled and was about to let them down gently when Cathy jumped in, "Isn't that sweet, Kelly? Ok, ladies, I'll let my girl go with you, but with Mr P looking like he does, I think it might be a better idea for you to start calling this young lady 'Kelly' so that we don't attract unwanted attention. Ok?"
Kelly had mixed feelings about these new developments. First, he did like to spend time with the girls on these trips - it was very different than the classroom. Second, he did love Soarin' and was thrilled to be able to ride it, but, in spite of those two positive things, he did feel like he was being relegated to 'The Children's Table' in a way. He was trying to verbalized this, when Cathy turned to Ericka and handed her a couple of items.
"Ericka, I haven't had a chance to buy Kelly a purse yet, so can you please take her cell phone and food voucher and hold it for her?"
"Sure, Mrs Powell!" Ericka was thrilled.
Cathy then hugged Kelly and kissed the top of his head. "Bye, bye sweetie. Have a good time with your little friends." As she and Audrey turned to walk away, she called back, "Take good care of her, ladies. We'll all meet up by the Norway pavilion for the fireworks at 8:45." And off they went, leaving Kelly with the girls.
Ericka put her arm through Kelly's and called after the women, "Oh, don't worry! We'll take very good care of 'Kelly' for you." All the girls giggled playfully as they headed towards the building known as The Earth.
As they stood in check out line of the counter service restaurant on the lower level of The Earth, just across from the entrance to Soarin', with their salads and their bottles of water on their trays, Kelly sighed. He'd planned to get the rotisserie chicken meal with potatoes and bread, but Ericka wouldn't hear of it. "You can't eat that! We're just getting salads."
"I realize that you're all watching your figures, girls, but I prefer the chicken," he'd laughed.
"Well, you may prefer the chicken, but it's messy and you're wearing a white, and very expensive, dress, so - no chicken today. And if you're not going to watch that pretty figure yourself, we'll watch it for you."
They'd even nixed his crème-brûlée dessert and handed him an apple.
"Stay with me, Kelly," Ericka said. "I have your voucher." While Kelly had been looking at his food, Ericka had stepped forward several times and the crowd was threatening to separate them.
Kelly hurried forward, "Sorry."
As they reached the register, a mother and daughter who were checking out on the opposite side of the register caught Kelly's eye. The daughter, who was in her mid-teens was looking at Kelly very closely. Then she whispered to her mother, who looked very closely as well.
"Oh, God." Kelly whispered
"What?" asked Ericka as she dug the food vouchers out of her purse.
Kelly turned his head away from the mother and daughter and whispered to Ericka, "They know. Those people across from us. They know I'm a guy. I can tell by the way they're whispering about me."
Ericka's defense mechanisms all kicked in at once as she defiantly raised her eyes to look at both the mother and daughter. They were definitely looking at Kelly and they were both smiling broadly.
The woman saw Ericka's stare, but her smile never wavered. When she spoke, it was with a lilting British accent. "We were just admiring your little sister's frock. It's beautiful. Did she buy it here?"
Kelly was so relieved that he could barely breathe.
Ericka smiled, "Yes. Our mother bought it for her over at the Mouse Gears Store near the front gate. It is beautiful, isn't it. When we saw her try it on, mom knew that she had to buy it for her."
As she picked up her tray, Ericka turned to Kelly. "Kelly, that lady paid you a compliment. What do you say."
Kelly, who was still shaking and was very grateful to have not peed his panties, said, "Thank you," and smiled at them as he turned to follow Ericka to the table where the rest of the girls were already seated.
"What was that all about?" asked one of the girls. Ericka told them a quick version of the story as they placed their trays on the table and pulled out their chairs.
Ericka watched as Kelly sat. "No, no, Kelly. Not like that."
Kelly was confused. "Not like what?"
"Stand up, honey. I'll show you."
When he was standing, Ericka explained, "Your dress is different than those polyester dresses we wore earlier. It's cotton and it will wrinkle, so you need to smooth it under you, like this." She demonstrated, running her hands from her lower back to the back of her knees.
Kelly tried to emulate the maneuver.
"Not bad. Now cross your legs at your knees and take small bites. Eat over your plate so that you protect your pretty skirts, ok?"
Kelly did as he was told and returned smiles to all the girls who were beaming. They seemed to love sharing in Mr Powell's first foray into girlhood.
As they ate, the girls chatted easily about the day and what they planned to do before leaving on Tuesday.
When there was a lull in the conversation, Ericka glanced at Kelly and then asked, "Kelly, remember when we were backstage and I asked if you liked the feel of the show choir dress?"
He nodded.
"Well, you kinda made me think that you were only doing it for the show and you didn't really 'enjoy' it the way girls do. Now, when you could be wearing something more, well, boyish, you're wearing one of the prettiest dressed I've ever seen. So..."
"So... what?" he asked.
"So," Elise asked, "why are you the prettiest girl in the room and why do you look like one of our little sisters?"
Kelly put down his fork, took his napkin from his lap, touched the sides of his mouth and said, "I can't really answer all of that. Here's what happened. When we got back to the room, Mrs Powell suggested that I needed to look like a woman for the rest of the weekend because the festival people expected it. Then she showed me all these pictures that you guys and other Chorus members had put on Facebook and Instagram. Pictures of me in the dresses, so, you know, any harm that could be done back home was already done. I figured, 'In for a penny/in for a pound' and went along with it. Why this dress and this look? Well, this is the dress that Cathy... Mrs Powell... bought for me and I don't have anything else, so I was stuck with this. Why the young look? I'm as confused as you, but Mrs Powell and Mrs Menard seem to find it hilarious."
"It's not hilarious," said one of the girls. "It's adorable and, who cares, we're just happy that it all worked out."
"And we're happy that you're spending time with us!" said another.
"Oh, look at the time!" Karina said. "Here, Kelly, swap bands with me. You guys need to get going."
They exchanged, bands, dumped their trash and ran to get in line. Kelly, who had rarely worn flip-flops, let alone a dress, before, found the rhythm of running very different in this getup. The dress had a mind of its own and the flip-flops interfered with his footing. When he caught up with the others, Elise, who was the faster runner on the track team was smiling as she watched him. "Now you know why I don't like to dress in prissy dresses like that. They make you run like a girl."
Kelly rolled his eyes and got in line with them. When they moved to the Pre-show area where everyone lined up in rows, Nadine, a very slim and perpetually happy, senior insisted that Kelly join Ericka for the last two seats in the front row because, "The front row has the best ride and, after everything that you've been through, you deserve the best ride."
As they were hustled into their seats by a cast member, Ericka bent to put her purse into the 'cargo area' beneath her seat while Kelly sat in his assigned seat, smoothing his skirts as he did so. Ericka bent down and grabbed Kelly's flip-flops off of his feet and threw them into the 'cargo area' as well. "These could fall off. I'll put them in here for the ride."
Things like this had never occurred to Kelly before and he was beginning to understand that women, even very young women, had to be much more aware of themselves as they went through their daily routine. Everything had to be thought through before nearly every movement. 'Gosh, they're so much smarter about so many things than I am,' he thought.
Fastening his seat belt had even become an issue for Kelly because of the volume of material in his skirts and his unfamiliarity with dealing with them. It had become impossible for him to even find his seat belt, let alone fasten it.
Just as she was about to sit, Ericka saw Kelly's dilemma and grabbed the extending side of the belt and pulled it across his lap, fastening it for him. The seat belt caused his skirts to form a large wrinkle, more like a bump, on his lap, so Ericka took a moment to adjust and smooth everything for him. When she did so, she inadvertently brushed the top of his inner thigh through the light material. Nothing at all was meant by it, just Ericka being a mother-hen, but it made Kelly feel vulnerable. He realized how thin the cotton of his dress was and the nylon/cotton blend of his panties. He'd never felt so 'exposed' before, even though he was completely covered.
The officious cast member tapped Ericka on the shoulder and said, "Take a seat, please," which, Kelly could tell, irritated Ericka.
"I'm just helping my little sister, miss," Ericka snapped. Kelly was shocked as Ericka kissed his forehead and patted his cheek. "You're all set now, Kelly," she said and made a show of returning to her own seat and strapping herself in. She gave the cast member 'the stink eye' and smiled at Kelly and tapped his knee comfortingly. "She's not going to rush me! Mrs Powell told me to take care of you and I'm more scared of her being mad at me than this lady."
Kelly smiled and the ride began, lifting them up as if they were in hang-gliders, soaring over beautiful landmarks. Kelly had done this ride before when he and Cathy had come here for their honeymoon, but this was different. The man-made breezes were lifting his skirts as they glided up and down and the feeling of being barefoot was exhilarating. Yet, and maybe this was all related to Ericka's passing touch on his thigh, the longer he could feel the breeze on his feet and legs, the more he felt, exposed, vulnerable, weak, girly and, strangest of all, happy, almost thrilled, to be experiencing all this with 'his girls'.
When the ride ended, Kelly, again, had difficulty with the seat belt, but, once again, Ericka came to his rescue.
"Please exit quickly to your right!" the cast members called. "Quickly, please!"
"Come on, Kelly," Ericka said with a sweet, but firm voice, "you'll have to put your flip-flops on in the hall."
The floor was cold and clammy and Kelly found it uncomfortable, so he half hopped and half walked out into the hall where the girls waited for him. They all laughed with him when he said, "Yuck! That floor is just icky!"
"Poor baby," one of them said, Kelly was unsure who, but they all laughed again and walked to the exit to meet Karina.
By 8:45pm, all the girls and chaperones were all gathered in front of the Norway pavilion, overlooking the lagoon, waiting for the multimedia -fireworks show to begin. Kelly had run into many of the girls throughout the evening, so everyone knew how he was dressed. There were lots of compliments from both girls and chaperones. Group photos. Selfies. Texting friends and family members. Lots of energy and lots of estrogen.
The sun had gone down and, although it wasn't really cold, it was cool and a dampness had set in. Kelly shivered a little. His neck and shoulders were much more exposed than he was used to, the soft cotton dress offered little protection from the elements and the light breeze was finding his privates much more easily than when he'd worn pants.
"Are you chilly, babe?" Cathy asked.
"Just a little," Kelly shrugged.
Cathy reached into her backpack and pulled out a very light weight, white sweater. "Just put this over your shoulders, sweetheart. It'll keep you warm."
Kelly did so, gratefully. Cathy's sweater was far too long on him and came down below the hem of his dress. He was happy for the added protection and, as always, loved to be wrapped in her aroma.
When the show was over, they worked their way to the front of the park and waited for the bus to bring them back to the resort. It was very crowded. It took four buses to get them all back. Kelly and Cathy were on the last bus and they ended up standing for the ten minute ride. Kelly was exhausted by the time they got back to the resort.
When they reached the third floor, Maude Jensen, a chaperone, was walking around with a clipboard and a pen, marking off who was in their rooms.
"How's it going?" Cathy asked
"All present and accounted for, now. You are the last two."
"Ok," Cathy said, while Kelly let out a long yawn, "we'll call it a day and see you in the morning. Thanks so much for your help."
"That's why I'm here. Goodnight, Mrs Powell. Good night, Kelly."
Kelly yawned, again, and uttered a noise that sounded vaguely like, "Good night."
Cathy smiled and guided Kelly towards the door to their room. She smiled at Maude and rubbed Kelly's back through her sweater. "Good night, Maude. Thanks again."
As the door to their room closed, Cathy said, "Ok, babe, you go pee and wash your face. I'll get things ready."
When he finished and came out of the lavatory, Cathy was sitting on the edge of the king sized bed in their room, holding a pair of simple white panties.
She stood. "Come here, babe. Turn around."
She extracted the zipper-pull from the tract in the back of his dress and pulled the zipper slowly down his back.
Kelly stood passively as the zipper loosened from his chest and waist. Cathy guided each of his arms out and pulled the dress down to the floor so he could step out. Then she sat on the bed again and turned him toward her.
"You can take off your panties, babe." And he did.
"Step into these, sweet cheeks." She giggled. He just smiled and he followed directions.
Cathy pulled the panties up his legs and gripped his member to tuck it correctly, but she let her hand linger on his shaft. She rubbed it gently, and looked into his eyes.
"That's feels nice, doesn't it, babe?"
"It does," he nodded.
She rubbed and caressed some more. "I love you, you know that, right, Kelly?"
"Of course I know it. It love you, too."
She smiled and that made him smile.
"Babe, I need to tell you something. I... I really like the new you. You know what I mean? I've loved you since we were kids, but there's something about this new Kelly that makes me feel, I don't know... needed. Protective and a little maternal. You are so pretty in these clothes and I love seeing you pretty. Are you ok with that?" She whispered.
Kelly's legs were getting weak from the genital attention. He nestled his head in her shoulder as she continued her massage. His breathing quickened as he said, "I guess it's fine. It's just been a very long day."
"You were so pretty in that dress. Did you get any compliments?"
She could feel his body tensing as she increased the tempo of her rubbing.
"Lots. All the girls loved it and a lot of strangers told me how pretty I looked."
Cathy could see that he loved the attention he'd gotten.
"You were pretty. You're still pretty. My pretty little girl."
Kelly sighed as he came with a vengeance. Cathy caught it all in her hand and let him breathe through ecstasy. "Good girl. Just wipe that off so your panties stay clean, ok?"
She grabbed a tissue to clean her hand as she watched Kelly waddle to the bathroom with his panties around his thighs. When he came back, she pulled them up and tucked him tightly into the simple, white panty with the lacy trim.
Then she reached around and undid his bra. As she slid the bra off, he gave a soft, feminine shrug. 'Oh, that's sweet,' she thought. It was a gesture that woman and girls made everyday, but men can go their entire lives without making.
She held up a lace covered, white bra, padded similarly to the one he'd been wearing.
Kelly smiled, but hesitated. "I don't need a bra. We're going to bed." He smiled impishly.
"Oh, sweetie, your so pretty with a little bra on. And, besides, your nightie won't hang right without it."
"My nightie?" Kelly raised his eyes and whispered, "How far are we taking this?"
"As far as we can, baby. As far as we can." She guided the bra up his arms and turned him around so she could fasten it. She ran her hands up and down his back and rear end. 'How could I not have seen this figure before? We're here with over a hundred girls and, I swear, he is the cutest.' She thought.
Kelly relented to Cathy's desires. If she was happy, he was happy.
She stood and guided him to a chair that faced the mirror. She removed his headband and brushed his hair.
"Your hair has never looked as full and rich as it has today. You should start seeing Audrey regularly. It will make it that much prettier."
Kelly wanted to say, 'I can keep it in a ponytail after this weekend,' but as he looked at the young girl in the mirror, having her beautiful, black hair brushed by the beautiful woman behind her, his resolve melted into gratefulness. He was grateful to be able to share something very different with Cathy, whom he adored. He was grateful for the time he'd spent with all the girls, today and the way that they opened up to him; that had never happened before. He was grateful for the way that Cathy had wrapped him in her warm sweater earlier; the comfort of the light, oversized, knitted garment and the way it surrounded him with Cathy's warmth, her love, her perfume, her care.
"Maybe I should," was all he could say.
Cathy smiled. She carefully separated Kelly's hair into individual plaits and began braiding, first on the left side, then on the right, finishing in the back. When she was done, Kelly had beautiful, French braids.
"There. Now, you'll have body in your hair tomorrow when we take the braids out."
Kelly looked at his reflection. 'Could I be more girly?' he thought.
Then, she took a face cloth and a jar of cream and moisturizer Kelly's face, rubbing it in as much as possible. As he opened his eyes, Cathy pulled out a delicate, little nightie. It was very thin cotton, with just the hint of a gathered waist, thin straps with eyelets in the shape of Minnie Mouse cut all around the bodice. It appeared to be almost shapeless, until Cathy slide it onto Kelly. Then, it hung beautifully. It was designed to compliment the pretty body of a small teenaged girl. Kelly's body with the padded bra fit the bill, perfectly.
"My, my, my, babe. You are breaking my heart. Why did I never think to have you dress like this for me before?"
Kelly blushed and smiled.
"Ok, little girl, into bed with you, while Auntie Cathy takes care of herself."
By the time Cathy crawled into bed, Kelly was breathing softly and steadily as he was slipping into sleep. Cathy curled in behind him and formed the 'large' spoon to Kelly's small one. She breathed him in and thought, 'I love this man, this boy, this woman, this girl so much,' and she slipped into sleep.
They got an early start the next morning. Kelly didn't even flinch when Cathy produced his clothing for the day. It was another little sundress. Again, the design on the dress was deceiving. From a distance, it looked like it could have been a Jackson Pollack painting, but, up close, it was a collection of Marvel Superheroes with Black Widow featured prominently in the collage. It had straps just wide enough to hide his bra straps and it hung loosely, but prettily about his little body.
His hair remained in the French braids, but Cathy had purchased a large, single-blossomed hair clip for the back of Kelly's head. That, combined with the very light, fresh-faced makeup and the dress gave him that very young appearance that Cathy seemed to enjoy.
All the chaperones 'oohed and ahhed' over how pretty he was. The girls all thought it was a very cool dress. Kelly preferred the girls' reaction. Elise, the tomboy, in particular liked this dress.
They spent the morning and early afternoon at Magic Kingdom. Kelly rode as many rides as he could with as many of the girls as possible. Occasionally, Cathy and the other chaperones would see a group of St Mary's girls running from one ride to another in order to get in as many in as possible while they were there. Kelly was always in the middle of the girls, laughing and hollering with the rest. He was completely comfortable in his new world and Cathy was thrilled to see him so happy.
By 3:00, they had to head back to the resort to change for the banquet at 6:00.
They all rushed into their rooms to get changed, excited to be getting dressed up for a fancy dinner and awards ceremony.
As Cathy closed the door to their room, she said, "Audrey will be over in a half-hour or so to do your hair, babe. For now, just take a quick shower and I'll get everything ready out here. Oh! Be sure to use the shower cap. You don't want to get your hair wet."
Kelly was dreading the conversation he needed to have with Cathy about his clothing for the evening. He knew that he had to wear a dress or skirt, but he needed to look like a grown up, not a child, for the banquet. He figured it could wait till after his shower.
He showered, shaved everywhere while doing so, used the body oil that Cathy had left for him, took off the shower cap, hung it on the towel rack and exited into the room.
He was rubbing his head, feeling the intricately woven hair and thinking of how he could broach the subject of tonight's clothing, when he heard Cathy say, "Oh, good, here's our girl, now."
He looked up, shocked to see Audrey zipping Cathy into her beautiful, form-hugging, red sheath-dress with flowers decorating it.
"Oh, my, oh, my. What a daring little thing she is, too!" Audrey teased. Both of the women laughed while Kelly covered his crotch with his hands.
"Oh," he stammered, "I didn't realize you were already here."
Audrey tapped Cathy's back, indicating that her zipper was secured. "Thanks," Cathy said as she stepped towards Kelly. "Come on, Lady Godiva, let's get you ready," and she pulled a tan-colored, bra and panty set off the bureau. It was very lacy and very silky. Cathy grinned as she showed Kelly the set and sat on the bed to help him dress.
Kelly just followed Cathy's lead, but kept a hand over his genitals.
As Cathy pulled the panties up his legs, she brushed his hands aside and tucked his penis between his legs, capturing it in the panties' gusset. "Don't worry, babe. Audrey has a husband and a son. She's seen a boy's pee-pee before."
"Never in such pretty panties, though," said Audrey with a smirk.
Kelly blushed as Cathy fastened his matching bra.
Before she stood, Cathy put on her four-inch-high-heeled dress shoes, then she stood and guided Kelly to a chair. "Audrey's going to do your hair and makeup, babe, while I do mine."
Cathy went to the mirror and began doing her makeup while Audrey started loosening Kelly's braids.
"You did a nice job on these, Cathy," Audrey said.
"Thanks. My mom and I used to braid each other's hair all the time. Now, I can braid Kelly's"
"Oh, and look at these curls! You know, he has great hair. Nice and straight, but lots of body, too. It holds the curl and lays beautifully. His hair is really wasted on a male. He should have been born a girl."
Cathy giggled, "Well, we may have helped remedy that situation for a few days, anyway."
They continued on in this manner until Kelly's hair and makeup was done. When he looked in the mirror, he was surprised, and very pleased, that he looked much more like a woman than a child. His hair framed his face with a lot of fullness, and hung in thick curls down the back and sides. Not Shirley Temple curls, but thick, rich, natural looking curls.
His eyes looked huge and sexy and his face was made up for an evening out at dinner: very pretty and demure.
"Oh, Audrey," Cathy said, "he's gorgeous!"
Kelly was shocked and pleased by the woman in the mirror. "Wow!" He said, quietly, "its only been two days. Where did Kelly go?"
"I think," said Audrey as she joined him at the mirror, "that we may have actually unearthed the real Kelly this weekend."
Cathy joined them, ran her hands down his bare shoulders and arms and said, "I think so, too. You've really blossomed in the last 30 hours, babe. We found a whole new, pretty, fun, young, sexy Kelly we never knew was there." She kissed his head and rested her cheek next to his ear. "I love both my Kellys and I want them both to stick around."
"Well," Audrey said, "I'd better get myself ready, now, and let you ladies finish in here," and she let herself out.
"I have a surprise for you, babe," said Cathy as she turned to pick up the dress that he was meant to wear to the banquet.
Kelly braced himself for the inevitable argument that he knew was coming.
"Listen Cath..." but there was no need to continue. Cathy was holding up a simple sheath-dress, much in the style she was wearing, but where Cathy's was bright and designed to be eye-catching, this one was a simple beige color with some muted flowers printed into it. It was the kind of a dress that a thin or athletic woman in her twenties or thirties, or even a thin teenaged girl, could easily wear to an event such as tonight's.
"It's perfect, right?" Cathy smiled.
Kelly breathed a sigh of relief. "It is. Where did you get it?"
"You know how the older girls always bring extra dresses with them in case the younger girls don't have anything for the banquet? Well, one of your songbirds brought pretty much every semi-formal dress she ever owned."
"Ericka," Kelly said. It wasn't a question.
"Ericka," Cathy grinned. "She wore this to a wedding when she was a freshman. I didn't even have to ask for it. She just handed it to me this morning and announced that you'd be wearing it tonight."
"That's Ericka," Kelly smiled and he let Cathy slide the dress over his head. It had a slip-like lining that was much softer than the lining of the choir-gown. The cotton fabric was a little stiffer than the sundresses he'd been wearing and the hem ended at mid-thigh, but the look was, over all, youthful, yet mature enough for a woman in her twenties and professional enough for a teacher on a five-day field trip with her students.
"You like?" Cathy asked.
"I do," Kelly smiled. "I like it a lot. Thank you for all your help."
"No need to thank me. I'm loving every minute of it. It's like having a little sister, or a daughter... or a life sized Barbie doll. I just love seeing you dressed this way."
Kelly hugged her and buried himself in her breasts. "I love you, so much."
"Love you, too, baby." She pulled back and said, "Now, we need to go, but first," she grabbed a bottle of her perfume from the counter and sprayed a small cloud of it over Kelly's head and let it settle on him. "Now, you'll smell as pretty as you look in you big-girl clothes. Let's go meet your little friends."
Kelly smiled and let himself be lead out the door. He'd never felt more special, loved or beautiful in his entire life.
The banquet was in a huge tent which created a formal ballroom out behind Hollywood Studios. It was dark inside with dazzling projections on the walls and ceiling. A jazz combo played on the stage and everyone, students and adults alike, were mesmerized by the beauty of the event.
All the choruses were there, choruses from all over the United States and a few from Canada and even one from Brazil. The girls and women all looked beautiful - none as beautiful as the girls from St Mary's, of course - and the boys and men were all dapper and handsome.
Kelly wander through the tables, checking on all of the girls and making sure that everyone was excited for the event. It was odd, when he considered it; when he wasn't working, he was perfectly willing to let Cathy be 'the grown up' and take care of everything, but as soon as he was back in 'work-mode' he was back to being in charge. Was that weird? Who knew. He only knew that he'd had a great time as their conductor on stage, a great time as a teenager in the park and, now, he was having a great time as the conductor again.
Dinner was wonderful, salad, soup, a main course of fish/chicken/or a vegetarian option and a dessert of a rich cake with the best vanilla ice cream Kelly had ever tasted.
Then it was time for the awards. Each group had to chose two senior students to represent the ensembles. Ericka and Elise were chosen and joined the line of school representatives who were organized by alphabetical order. That put St Mary's near the end of the line, but just before they started announcing the awards for soloists and featured singers, Saint Mary's was abruptly moved to the last position, behind a school from Wausau, Wisconsin.
Ericka, who had a constant need to be in charge, tried to the correct the festival worker, but she was assured that this was the right place in line.
Kelly saw that something was wrong and he got up to help.
"What's up, babe?" Cathy asked.
"I don't know," he said, "but they moved the girls to the end of the line for some reason. I'm just going to check on everything."
"Do want me to help?"
"No. I'll deal with it. If I need some help, I'll wave for you to come rescue me, ok?"
Kelly was also assured by the festival staff that that the girls were placed correctly. He told them both to just stay where they were, but be prepared to go up early if St Mary's was called.
"Oh, by the way," Kelly whispered to Ericka, "thanks for the dress. It's beautiful and perfect for tonight."
Ericka smiled, "I knew you'd like it. You look gorgeous in it. You can keep it, if you want. It hasn't fit me for a while."
Kelly smiled at her. "Thank you, Ericka. What will I do without you next year!?"
They hugged and he returned to his table.
"Everything ok?" Cathy asked.
"I guess," he replied as he carefully tucked the skirt of his dress under himself as he sat back down. "I don't know why they're at the end of the line, but the woman from the festival says that's where they should be. They'll jump in if we're called in alphabetical order."
Just then, the Master of Ceremonies, a very handsome man from the Disney World staff, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo, called everyone to attention. Kelly found himself staring at the man and admiring his build and confidence. There was nothing sexual in his musings, he was just noticing that, no matter how well tailored his own tux had been, he never would look as handsome as that man was, but in this dress, he was just as pretty as any of the women here.
"Good evening, everyone and welcome to The Disney National Choral Festival Awards Banquet!" Cheers erupted from the crowd
"Before we do the ensemble awards, we're going to start with our individual awards. First, the award for the best female soloist." He opened an envelope in an exaggerated gesture as if he were presenting an Oscar. "And the award goes to... Ericka Hartman from St Mary's High School in Seattle."
All of the St Mary's girls and chaperones leapt to their feet as Ericka, stunned, went up and accepted her award. She was gracious and hugged the Master of Ceremony, who kissed her cheek. She returned to Elise, who hugged her as well.
Next came the best male soloist.
Then more awards began rolling for the girls of St Mary's:
Best dancer, female - St Mary's
Best choreography- St Mary's
Best costumes - St Mary's
Best team spirit - St Mary's
Etc, etc, etc...
They swept every single award for which they were eligible. Kelly couldn't believe it. Cathy couldn't believe it. The chaperones couldn't believe it. The girls couldn't believe it.
Then, the Master of Ceremonies announced, "Now, we shall begin our ensemble awards. As you know, the maximum score is 150 points. Each ensemble will be awarded a Platinum, Gold, Silver or Bronze award based on their score. So, let's begin?"
"With a score of 86 points, earning them a Silver Award, the Augustus Allan High School, from Toledo, Ohio!"
There was a round of applause and cheers as that school's chosen seniors came up to receive their trophy.
This process went on through thirty-two other ensembles until Ericka and Elise were the only two left in line.
Then, the MC said, "I'd like to just change the award process for a moment. Would the representatives of Saint Mary's High School from Seattle, Washington, please join me on the stage?"
Elise and Ericka went up and looked about, nervously. The MC called them to the podium.
"Well, good evening, ladies. How are you doing tonight?"
Both Elise and Ericka stuttered a quiet, "Good," and looked even more confused than before.
He asked their names and then he asked them a question, "Tell me, girls. What is your director's name?"
Ericka leaned towards the microphone. "Kelly Powell."
The girls from St Mary's applauded and cheered.
"And is Ms Powell a good teacher?"
Ericka grew nervous, as did Kelly and Cathy. What was happening? Does he know?
Elise leaned in. "Ms Powell is one of the best teachers in the world. She would do anything for us."
The MC was a little surprised by the vehemence of Elise's answer and he let out a nervous laugh. "Of course she would. Let's have a round of applause for the wonderful Ms Powell."
There was a round of confused applause as a spotlight hit Kelly. He stood and nodded to the audience and returned to his seat.
"Well, ladies, and everyone in the audience, I'm here to tell you that Ms Powell did something that no one has ever done at this festival before!"
All eyes turned to Kelly and he felt a trickle of sweat run down his spine.
He looked about and saw no quick escape. He quietly whispered, "Oh, damnit. Damnit. Damnit."
"Do you know what she did?" the MC asked Elise and Ericka.
The fear and confusion was visible on Elise's face, but Kelly could see that Ericka's defense mechanisms had, once again, been activated. He wanted to run to her. Hold her and tell her to relax, but as he was about to stand, the MC said, "Ms Powell, would you come up here and bring all the girls from both of your choruses with you?"
As they all stood, Kelly was thinking, 'Why are you toying with me this way? Don't take this out on the girls, for God's sake. Just let me leave. Please don't do this,' but he was moving, nearly against his will, toward the stage with all of his girls around him. He could see the fear in their eyes, too.
Kelly reached the stage and smiled at the girls while he moved to the podium, ready to face the music.
The MC extended his hand to Kelly. When they clasped hands, the MC pulled Kelly to him into a hug and a gave him a peck on the cheek. Kelly could not have been more confused than he was at this point.
"Welcome, ladies, welcome! Well, Ms Powell. You have certainly raised a ruckus around Disney World this weekend, haven't you?"
Again, Kelly felt a tingle of fear again. "Have I?"
The MC laughed harder than he needed to. "Oh, yes, you have Ms Powell. Do you know what you did?"
Kelly couldn't speak into the microphone that had been moved in front of him; his mouth had gone dry.. He just shook his head indicating he did not know. He wished that he had a suit coat or pants with pockets or anything to protect himself. He became acutely aware that he only had on panties, shoes and a short, little dress. He felt exposed - in more ways than one.
"Ms Powell, you have achieved the impossible. For the first time in the history of this festival, you have not only earned a perfect score of 150 points with your Women's Choir, you also scored 150 points with your Show Choir."
The girls let out a unified gasp and Kelly felt weak in the knees.
"Let me read from one of the adjudicator's sheets, 'I wish that I could have awarded these wonderful young women more points. Their singing and movement was not only technically perfect, it was emotionally overwhelming. Whatever Kelly Powell is doing with these girls, she is doing it right! Their voices are directly connected to their hearts. Congratulations, Ms Powell.' Well, Ms Powell, not only are you and your girls the first ensembles in the history of this event to earn two perfect scores, because of this achievement, we are naming you the 'Disney Educator of the Year!'"
The crowd erupted in cheers as they all stood and applauded. Kelly's knees actually buckled from beneath him, but the MC, who misunderstood Kelly's attempt to steady himself as a hug, grabbed him and spun him completely around as his legs swung limply beneath him.
By the time he was set back down on the floor, Kelly had regained his strength and he leapt into the crowd of girls behind him, hugging and kissing as may as he could. Tears rolled down everyone's face as they joined in a huge group of hysterical laughing, crying and cheering with Kelly buried at the center, his mascara running down his cheeks in sheer and total joy, pride and relief.
"Let's get a picture now,"the MC said and they set about arranging the girls with Kelly standing in front. Audrey ran to the stage and indicated for Kelly to come to the edge and kneel. When he did, she quickly wiped his face with a wet-nap and reapplied a passable eye makeup job while the people in the audience giggled at the awkwardness of the moment for the overwrought young woman who had done so much with her students.
The MC helped Kelly back to his feet.
"Thank you," Kelly said as he held his hand to the neckline of his dress. "Thank you, so much for everything."
The tall, handsome man leaned in and said, "I didn't do anything, Ms Powell. You did it all. This is all your doing. The girls'
performances, the awards, the article that will appear in all the papers; it's all because of you."
"Article?"
"Of course. The Disney Educator of the Year Award is a huge honor. Your picture will be in every newspaper in America, and education journals, and in Disney Youth Education fliers... you're going to be a very famous young lady in a few days. You may even end up on The Today Show." He kissed Kelly's cheek. "Congratulations, sweetheart."
Than he placed Kelly in front of the girls and told him to hold the trophy high over his head. Kelly did the best he could without pulling his dress up above his panties.
They took the picture and Kelly and the girls left the stage.
Cathy and the chaperones hugged everyone on the way by.
When Kelly reached Cathy, she could see some distress on his face. "What's up, babe. Is everything alright?"
"We may have a problem," Kelly said with a shrug.
To Be Continued...
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Chapter 3
The hotel room phone rang at 7:00am on Monday morning, pulling Cathy and Kelly out of the tangle of sheets that they had been sleeping in. Cathy pushed her hair out of her eyes and tried to focus. Kelly was closest to the phone, so he sat up and picked up the receiver in a panic. 'What was wrong' he thought. It had been a very short night. It had taken forever to get the girls back into their rooms and calmed down after the awards ceremony. They were almost impossible to wrangle, their adrenaline was so high.
Once they'd accomplished that, Cathy and Kelly talked for several hours about what might happen when the newspapers got word of Kelly being the Disney Educator of the Year. It had all gotten so complicated. They'd finally fallen asleep after 3:00am and expected to sleep till 8:30.
"Hello?" he said into the receiver.
"Is this Ms Kelly Powell?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes. Can I help you?"
"This is Renee St Pierre from The Disney Corporation and first, let me apologize for the early call, but one of my colleagues had a brainstorm and we wanted to talk to you about it asap. Do you think you'd be able to have breakfast with me in my office at the Disney Casting Building? I'll send a car for you. It's a very special opportunity I'd like to offer to you and your Chorus members."
"Umm... I guess so, sure. When?"
Cathy asked what was going on, but Kelly held up a finger indicating he'd tell her when he was off the phone.
"As quickly as possible. I will send my assistant, Rhonda, to pick you up. She'll be driving a grey Lexus. She'll be waiting right outside of your building, not the main desk."
Kelly was just gaining full consciousness. "Ok. Umm.... Can I bring my wife?"
"I'd rather you didn't, Ms Powell. If we go ahead with this, you may need your wife to organize things on that end for you."
"What things?"
"Please, Ms Powell, we are wasting time. I need you to trust me. It's a very big opportunity, but time will run out unless you come, now."
"Ok. Give me time to do my hair and makeup..."
"Oh, don't worry about that, we'll take care of that."
"Oh... Ok.... I'll be down as soon as I can."
Kelly explained the conversation to Cathy and hurried to get ready. Cathy handed him a grey romper covered in delicate white lace for him to wear.
"Where did this come from?" he asked.
"Jean Abuja loaned it to you. She said that her mom bought it for her, but it was a little small for her. She thought you'd like it. It is very pretty."
Kelly pulled it on and Cathy zipped up the back for him. It fit well and it was very pretty. It was youthful without being childish. It was supposed to be a comfortable outfit for a casual day, but now he didn't know what he would be doing.
'Oh, well,' he thought. 'This should be fine.'
10 minutes later, Kelly was climbing into a Lexus driven by a very attractive, if somewhat heavy, woman who introduced herself as Rhonda.
Rhonda drove as if she were driving an ambulance and, before he knew it, Kelly was being escorted into the Casting Building, across from Disney Springs. This time, his escort was a little blonde woman in her 40s who offered no name, but said more than once that Kelly should hurry; Ms St Pierre had been very specific about that.
After what felt like a 3 mile jog through the corridors, Kelly was escorted into Ms St Pierre's office where a cart with coffee, juice, eggs, bacon, sausage, rolls, cereal, milk, etc, was laid out for Kelly's breakfast.
"Ms Powell! How nice to meet you!" She gushed. When she stood, Kelly was immediately struck by how tall she was. She was impeccably dressed in a business suit with astonishing makeup and heals that had to have been at least four inches high. Kelly guessed that she must have stood over six feet tall when they shook hands. Despite the fact that his hair and makeup were not juvenile in any way, between her height, her power suit and makeup, and his shortness, flip-flops and romper, he, nevertheless, felt like a child in her presence. "Please, have some breakfast. We need to talk quickly."
Kelly poured a cup of coffee and nibbled on a sweet roll while Ms St Pierre presented her idea.
"Ok, babe," Cathy said into her phone, "11:30 at the Castle with everyone in the shirts that will be delivered. I'll have them, there, but..."
"I know this is weird, Cath, but I can't tell you why," Kelly said. "Have Ericka warm them up before they come and tell them that we'll be singing one song when I see them. I'll see you during the show, ok? I have to run. I love you with all my heart, you know that, right, Cath?"
"Sure, babe, I know..."
"It's going to be great, Cath! I'll see you there! Bye."
"Bye," Cathy said as the connection went dead. It was 8:10. Better get the girls up and moving. Whatever this was, it had Kelly revved up.
Audrey was on the phone when Cathy knocked. "Hang on, Frank," she said as she looked to Cathy.
"Everything ok?" Cathy asked. Frank was Audrey's husband and headmaster at St Mary's.
Audrey sighed. "I don't know, Cathy, but I'm trying to deal with it. What's up?"
Cathy gave a quick explanation and Audrey said, "Wow! I wonder what's going on? I'll be dressed and knocking on the girls' doors in 5." She closed the door and resumed her conversation while Cathy moved on to the next door.
'Inadequate.' That is how Kelly would have to describe his feelings at the moment, as he walked beside this beautiful, statuesque woman through the halls of the Disney Casting building. Simply 'inadequate.' He was used to most people, men and women, being taller than him, but he'd never let that bother him. It was the way she held herself - strong and in control, like Cathy did, but different, too - and her whole demeanor. Her clothes, Kelly estimated, must have cost several hundred dollars and they were perfectly tailored for her. They definitely didn't just come off a rack and fit this well. Good lord, her shoes probably cost $600!
Meanwhile, Kelly was wearing cheap white flip-flops with Minnie Mouse bows and a lacey romper that Cathy had borrowed from a student for him. Most likely it came from Target or Old Navy and probably cost less than $20 on sale.
Yep - inadequate.
"You know," Ms St Pierre said, "I've been with the company for nearly twenty years and not once has it ever been suggested that we do something like this. You must have made a helluva impression, Kelly."
"I guess..." Kelly said. How was he meant to respond to all this praise?
"Well, this is really something. It should be amazing. Your students will be blown away, I bet. Decades from now, it'll be something for them to tell their grandchildren when they bring them to Disney World. You should be a very proud young woman. How old are you, Kelly!"
"27."
"Really!? I would have guessed much younger."
There it was, again - inadequate.
When they reached a door marked "Character Actor Design," Ms St Pierre knocked and, without waiting, entered. Kelly followed into a large room filled with costumes and wigs and swords and flowers and books.
As they passed through the room towards the rear, several women turned and said, "Good morning, Ms St Pierre," as she passed. Their greeting was returned with a little nod from their boss.
The rear wall had three stations that looked like the chairs and sinks you'd see in a beauty parlor.
Ms St Pierre went to the closest chair, looked around the room and said, "Is Maria here?" Then she turned to Kelly and said, "just sit down here, dear, while I find Maria."
Kelly did as he was told, just as a woman appeared from the clothes racks.
"Here I am, Ms St Pierre. Sorry, I was just fixing a rip on an Evil Step Sister who needs to be at the gate for the rope-drop in a half hour. Sorry."
Despite her apologies, Kelly could see that this woman was not as intimidated by Ms St Pierre as the other women were. Kelly estimated that she was in her early thirties. She was pretty and well dressed for physical work.
Ms St Pierre smiled and met Maria with a hug. "Thank you, so much, for doing this. I know that you're out straight, but who else could help us pull this off?" She said.
Maria laughed. "Happy to do it," as she glanced appraisingly at Kelly, sitting in the chair. "Oh, she's pretty. This will be fun!"
"Excellent," Ms St Pierre said. Then to Kelly she said, "Kelly, this is Maria. She is one of our top makeup woman here at Disney. I'm going to leave you in her capable hands. I will see you in about an hour and a half." Then she smiled as she walked away.
"Hi, Kelly," Maria said with just a slight Cuban accent, "I hear that you are an impressive lady. This should be fun for you and your students. I'm just going to turn you around and I'll get started with your hair and makeup. Think of this as a spa day and relax."
"Ok," Kelly grinned. "I'm all yours."
Maria set about taking out Kelly's braids, he had not had time to do it in his rush to get here, then she brushed his hair with a soft brush and said, "I'm afraid that we'll need to start with a wash. The curlers will work better with wet hair."
Maria spun Kelly's chair again and lowered the back so that his head was now in the wash basin. She started the water running and tested it with her hand until it was ready, then she wet his hair, thoroughly. Then, she poured a very fragrant shampoo into her hands and began massaging it into Kelly's hair. She dug her nails into his scalp to work the shampoo in. It felt wonderful. Audrey had washed his hair on Saturday, but this was so relaxing and wonderful. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
"That feels wonderful," he said.
Maria laughed, "Don't go to the hairdresser much, sweetheart? I know what you mean. I love having my hair washed."
After she rinsed his hair, Maria took another floral-scented substance and rubbed that into his hair, again. Kelly assumed that this was a conditioner, so he just enjoyed it all.
Again, a rinse and then, yet another scented potion was massaged in.
"That's a lot of shampooing you're doing, Maria. Was I really that dirty."
"Not, darling, we're going to be using a lot of heat and hairspray on you, so we want to be sure that we don't damage all that pretty hair of yours. Trust Maria. I'll make you beautiful, princess."
'Princess' Kelly thought with a chuckle. People keep calling him 'Princess' lately. Why didn't that bother him? He really liked being called 'Princess' and he was really enjoying this pampering, too. 'Ok, I'll be a Princess if that's what they want me to be,' he smiled.
Maria shut off the water and wrapped his hair, turban style, with a towel and sat Kelly's chair back up straight. Then she rubbed his hair with the towel to remove the excess water. When she was done, she turned Kelly towards the mirror so that he could see himself. His damp hair was a mess and it was hanging everywhere. As his mother liked to say, he looked like a 'drowned rat.'
"Joanne!" Maria called to a woman across the room. Joanne came over.
"Yes, Mrs Ramirez?"
"Umm, Kelly?" Maria asked. "I don't want to embarrass you, remember, we're all costumer's here and we deal with all kinds of body types, but I noticed that, when you we reclined, well, your breasts stayed about the same size. Normally, a natural breast would flatten out a bit. So, I'm assuming that you're wearing a padded bra, right?"
Kelly was a bit embarrassed. "Yes, a little bit of padding."
Maria smiling soothingly. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, honey," she said. "What are you naturally, an 'A' cup?"
Kelly sighed. "Yes, just barely."
Maria laughed at his discomfort. "That's fine, baby. You'll get bigger when you get pregnant. We all do, right Joanne?"
"We sure do." Joanne joined in Maria's laugh.
"Ok, Joanne. Please add a little padding to costume number SW-18668. She's wearing a padded B, right Kelly?"
He nodded, wet hair bouncing around his head and shoulders.
"Let's shoot for a smallish 'C' look, ok? Thanks, Joanne."
When Maria turned back to Kelly, she had a very wide-toothed comb in her hand and she proceeded to cut a part down the center of Kelly's scalp. After running the comb through all of his hair, she pulled over a cart that looked vaguely like a machinist's tool cart, but this one had cubby holes filled with curlers of varying different sizes.
"Your hair is a little long for this look, honey, but we'll take care of that for you."
Kelly started to speak, but Maria stopped him, "Don't worry, love. I wouldn't cut any of that beautiful hair! I'm going to give you some curls and then we'll hide some of them to create our look. Now, relax. Maria's done this a million times. Heck, I've already done it twice today."
Maria took some of the medium sized rollers and started rolling the top sections of Kelly's hair. When each curler was rolled to his head, Maria placed a large, red pin in to hold it in place.
When the top of his head was completely rolled, Maria switched to a smaller roller and started rolling the middle sections of his hair towards his scalp.
"I know this may sound stupid, Maria, but I usually just wear my hair in a pony tail or down. Why are you using different sized rollers?" Kelly asked.
"That's how I'm going to hide some of your hair, sweetie. I need the medium curls on top for volume and I need a few big, under-curls at the bottom, but I don't need all the hair you have in middle. I'm going to make that hair into small curls and Bobbi-pin those under the other curls. You're going to have so many pins in your hair that you'll set off a metal detector before I'm done with you."
They both laughed.
As Maria continues rolling his hair, she said, "Not married, honey?"
"No, I'm married," Kelly replied, a bit confused. "Why?"
"No ring, lamb. I assumed you were single. I don't wear mine when I'm working, either. What's your husband like?"
"Well... actually, I have a wife."
"Nice," Maria said, unphased. "A lot of our cast members are gay. What does your wife do?"
The conversation continued until Maria was done. Then she held up what looked like a shower cap. "Usually, I'd put you under a hair dryer for a while, but we have to keep working, so I'm going to use a bonnet dryer so I can keep you in the chair and keep working on you. Ok? Did your mama ever use one of these on you when you were a little girl?"
"No," Kelly said truthfully. "My mother kind of treated me like I was a boy. My sister was the girly one back then."
"Really!? What a shame," Maria said as she put the cap over his head and curlers. "Were you a tomboy, back then."
"I was," Kelly said, "until my wife insisted that I get more feminine."
"Oh, but you love it now, don't you, princess?"
"I kind of do," he had to admit.
With the dryer on, Kelly couldn't hear much, but Maria continued to work officiously while he watched in the mirror.
First, she spread a very pale, cream-based makeup on his face. Then she called another woman over to work on Kelly's fingernails.
When she was sure his face was ready, Maria went back to work on it. First it was his eyes. She spent several minutes on each one and, when she was done, Kelly could see no sign of any color on his lids, but his eyes looked huge.
Then she worked on his cheeks, creating high cheekbones and babyish lines where none existed before.
She lined his lips with a pencil and then pulled out a tube of the richest, brightest red lipstick he'd ever seen and spread it across his lips making them a full and rich and glossy candy-apple-red.
By this time, Kelly's nails were done and they had been painted the same bright red that adorned his lips.
As he admired them, Maria indicated for him to close his eyes, again. He could feel her working on them and when he opened them he saw the long lashes she had glued on. They seemed impossibly huge on his eyes and seemed to create what he would describe as 'doe-eyes.' He was mesmerized as she shut off the bonnet-dryer and removed it from his head.
"Nearly there, honey." She smiled. "Let me finish your hair and we'll get your costume worked out."
At 10:30, Rhonda returned to the resort with several boxes of purple tee shirts. She and several men from the resort brought the boxes up to the third floor, where Cathy and the other chaperones met her.
Cathy pulled out one of the shirts to see that there was a photo on the front - a closeup of Kelly from last night holding the trophy high over his head. There was sheer joy expressed on Kelly's face and the faces of the girls behind him. It was a monumental moment for all of them. "Oh, wow! These are great!" she said.
"There's at least one for each choir member and chaperone," Rhonda said. "There's probably extra, too. We made quite a few."
Cathy handed the boxes to the chaperones to organize and the she turned back to Rhonda. "What is all of this about? Why all the secrecy?"
Rhonda smiled. "You're going to love it. I promise," and she walked away.
Some of the girls were a little peeved at missing out on their time at Animal Kingdom and not knowing why, but when they saw the shirts, they were thrilled. Whatever was going to happen was going to be awesome.
Kelly was afraid to move too quickly for fear of messing up the hair and makeup, but Maria handed him a stretchy bodysuit and told him to take off his romper and put it on. It went on like a woman's leotard, opening at the neck and pulled up his legs so he could slide his arms into the large, puffy sleeves. The bodice was a rich blue, velvety material with a thin gold line down the middle. The sleeves were just a shade lighter and puffed out around rich red inserts and ended in a band of stretchy gold that wrapped around each arm making them look even smaller and less well developed than he already knew they were. The scooped neckline was also lined in gold with three red jewels centered at the top of the cleavage created by the combination of the bra and the padding that Joanne had added.
Maria had Kelly sit on a stool while she rolled a shear, flesh toned stocking up each of his legs. There was a large, elastic, lace band at the top of each stocking to hold them up. Then she placed a soft, tan slipper with a yellow bow decorating the toes on each of his feet.
Maria offered Kelly a hand to stand up. "Up we go, beautiful. Step into your skirt."
It was a bright yellow, full-length skirt with several layers of lacy, but not voluminous petticoats sewn into it. The waist had the same gold trim as his sleeves and neck line, but this was shaped almost like a heart to create a feminine, maidenly line around his midsection. Maria laced up the waist and had him sit again.
Now, she attached a high, stiff, lace covered collar to his top. It tucked in just under the collar and ran from one collar bone, around the back to the other. Then she took a red headband with a large bow at the top center and carefully placed it on his head.
"Well, princess," Maria grinned, "you truly are the 'fairest of them all.' Now, let's get you over to your character-coach so you learn how to act like a princess. Be careful, though. When you walk, you should always hold up the skirt, just a little bit, with your right hand. It's necessary in a dress this long, but it's also a character attribute that you'll need for the show."
Kelly, who'd had to learn to do a similar maneuver in the choir gown on Saturday, did as hie was told.
"That-a-girl!" Maria praised him. "Now, let's go."
At 11:25 that Monday morning, all the women and girls of St Mary's moved towards Cinderella's Castle. Each was wearing a new purple tee shirt with Kelly's image on it. When they reached the square at the foot of the castle stairs, they were meet by a beautiful woman who was dressed very well. Cathy immediately realized that the woman had to be at least six feet tall.
"Mrs Powell?" She asked, but did not wait for an answer. "I'm Renee St Pierre. I'm afraid that I'm the one that woke you in the middle of the night and hi-jacked your wife." She smiled and shook Cathy's hand.
"Hello, ladies," she called to the girls and chaperones. "Come on inside and we'll go over the logistics of this performance."
As they walked, Cathy said, "Um, Renee, where is Kelly? The girls need him to perform anything and we have no idea what you want them to sing."
Ms St Pierre stopped and opened a door. "Let me get the girls in here, Mrs Powell and I'll talk to you in private." Then she looked at the girls, "This way, ladies. Take a seat and I'll be right with you."
When the last chaperone had entered, Ms St Pierre looked at Cathy and said, "May I ask you a question first, Mrs Powell?"
Cathy nodded.
"How long has your husband been living as a woman?"
Cathy was dumbfounded. "How... how could you tell?"
"Little things, really. The way she nods or turns her head, nothing big, but for women like me, it's obvious."
"Women like you?"
Ms St Pierre smiled broadly. "Yes, Mrs Powell, women like me. When I was a child, I was Richard St Pierre. I've been living as a woman for 27 years and I've been a complete woman for 10. My guess is that Kelly has been living as a man just about as long as I've been a woman. I can tell that he's pretty new to this. He's very brave to be so open about his transition. Here is my card. I understand these things and, if I can be of any help to you and Kelly, just let me know. I'm very happy to help if I can."
Cathy just stared at the card for a moment before saying, "You didn't tell Kelly you knew, did you!?"
"No, no. I need her to bring her best game to today's show, so I wouldn't want to have her being self conscious on stage. Here's what we have planned..."
At noon, the princess show began at Cinderella's Castle. Mickey and Donald came out as usual and the actors in the character suits did their pantomime with the voice-over telling the story of damsels in distress. A huge crowd had gathered and, had the actors been looking at the audience, they would have noticed that they were all clad in purple tee shirts with a picture of a young woman on the front.
Most of the audience knew the show, but loved it anyway. Suddenly though, the script changed when a very Disney-sounding announcer came over the speakers announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen. We have an interruption in today's performance. It seems that the Evil Queen has made a new poison apple to give to Snow White." With that, an actress playing the Evil Queen disguised as the beggar woman ran on stage right with an apple while an actress playing Snow White ran on stage left.
The live-narration continued while the actors and actresses continued to pantomime the scene. The Evil Queen offered Snow White the apple which she took with Disney-esque exaggeration in all of her movements.
"Poor, trusting Snow White accepted the Evil Queen's gift and took a bite of the poisoned fruit!" Despite Mickey and Donald's signals to not eat the apple, Snow White took a bite and collapsed to the ground with more exaggeration than necessary.
"The Prince arrived to save his beloved." A very handsome young man took the stage and ran to the collapsed Snow White. He knelt and held her lifeless hand and feigned grief. Then Mickey and Donald ran to him and whispered into his ear. "Mickey reminded The Prince that true love's kiss can save the young princess." The Prince indicated that he understood and kissed the lifeless Snow White, but she did not awaken. "Oh, no! The Princess did not awaken! What can we do!?"
Mickey suddenly indicated that he had and idea, which he then whispered to Donald. They both ran to the castle doors. Each grabbed a door and pulled it open allowing the girls from St Mary's to run down the stairs and make a half-circle around Snow White, the mourning Prince and the cackling Evil Queen. Mickey ran around to the front and center and raised his hands as if conducting. Stage hands in medieval-courtier clothing ran across the stage to place microphones disguised as banners on stands in front of the girls.
"Mickey has a great idea! Maybe the magic of music can undo the Evil Queen's evil spell! To help him, he has recruited the members of the Saint Mary's High School choruses from Seattle, Washington to help him make that magical sound!"
With that, Mickey signaled Ericka, who, in turn, played an E-flat on a pitch pipe and the girls in the Show Choir started singing one of their pieces entitled "Soul Fire." The girls who were not in Show Choir did a simple step-touch behind the performance and joined in on the refrain of the song while Mickey continued to conduct.
As the music began, Snow White placed a limp wrist upon her forehead. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's working. Snow White is waking up! Yes, girls, it's working! Keep on singing!"
The crowd was loving it and screaming in applause for the Princess and for the girls. Snow White sat up and The Prince picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and her arms around his neck. He spun her several around several times as the audience continued to cheer.
The girls were loving the performance, but were wondering why Mr Powell wasn't there. As they approached the transition to the slower section, the strangest thing happened. Suddenly, Snow White picked up her skirt with her right hand and danced, just as Mr Powell always danced, into their routine and stood before them to conduct the slower section.
Snow White smiled and raised her hand to conduct, just as Mr Powell always raised his hand to conduct.
Then, where there usually was a brief pause before the slower section, the realization hit them all at once: IT WAS MR POWELL!!!! He was gorgeous and looked just like Snow White! His make up was perfect. His hair was perfect! His dress was perfect!
The brief pause grew longer as the announce said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have an announcement to make. We have deceived you. Instead of the real Snow White, the role of "The Fairest of All" was performed by Saint Mary's choir director and Disney's Educator of the year, Miss Kelly Powell." The girls and the audience all cheered. "Miss Powell and her choruses earned perfect scores in this weekend's Disney National Choral Festival and as this year's winners, Miss Powell and the members of Saint Mary's Choruses will be returning to Walt Disney World on July 4th weekend to perform live on the 'Disney Salutes America' TV special and an all-expenses-paid stay at the Disney Grand Floridian Resort. Congratulations to Miss Powell and the choir!"
The girls were shocked and the crowd cheered!
Kelly quickly made eye contact with each of the girls and shouted above the din, "Come on, ladies! Let's get this road on the show!"
The girls' eyes were huge with excitement and joy as Kelly led them into the slower section of the song. Their voices stilled the audience and they sang through until the tempo picked up speed again and Kelly danced back to his Prince.
As the girls performed the rest of the piece, all the other Disney Princesses and their princes joined them on the stage and, as if in a wedding's receiving line, each congratulated Kelly with a hand shake and a kiss on the cheek.
When Kelly finally had the opportunity to look at the audience, he realized that almost everyone was wearing the same purple tee shirts that the girls had been wearing and, again for the first time, he realized that the image on the shirt was his own. He pointed to people in the audience, indicating the shirts, and applauded for them. This seemed to increase the audience's appreciation and the applause grew as the girls finished.
They had all been told to take their cue for a bow from Snow White's Prince. The Prince, though, decided to ad lib for a moment, and he grabbed Kelly, spun him around and pulled him backward across his own body, lowering him until he was parallel to the stage floor. Then, in a very grand manner, he leaned down and kissed Kelly full on the lips. The girls and the crowd cheered and the Prince raised him back up and spun him into his original position. Even the strangeness of being kissed by another man could not interfere with the joy of the moment. Kelly's candy-apple-red lips smiled so broadly that it could be seen clear across the square.
They bowed and bowed, then Kelly turned and ran to the girls and they kissed and jumped and embraced and screamed with joy. It was 12:20 and it had been an amazing 20 minutes and they were all coming back in July to sing on national TV!
When they were finally able to get off the stage and into the castle, Kelly caught sight of Cathy running up the stairs to join him. He daintily lifted his skirt, revealing the beautiful petticoat underneath, and he ran as quickly as his costume would allow to Cathy. He leapt into her arms and she leaned back to hold him aloft and squeeze him while she whispered, "Oh, my God, you were amazing."
She put him down in front of her and took in the whole vision of Snow White before her. "Look at what they did to you! You're Snow White! You're so beautiful!" Then she hugged him to her breasts and said, again, "I love you, so much and I am so proud of you!"
Then she looked at the girls who were looking on, "And I love each of you and I am so proud of each and every one of you!" She kissed Kelly's head and went to kiss and hug as many of the girls as she could.
Rhonda, who had driven Kelly to the castle and now held a small bag with his romper and flip-flops within, said, "Congratulations Ms Powell. You were amazing and so were the girls."
"Thank you, Rhonda." And he curtsied just a bit. His grin was so wide and gleeful that Rhonda could not help but smile back.
"Oh," she said, "your phone vibrated quite a bit in the last few minutes. It looks like your school calling and someone named Frank called once, too."
A wave of concern crossed Kelly's face, "Thank you, Rhonda." he took his phone and the bag with his clothes. He listened to his voicemail.
"Good morning, Kelly," the voice of the school secretary, Jennifer, came through. "Please call Mr Menard as soon as possible. He needs to speak to you. Thank you."
Kelly felt a shiver of fear as the second message came on. It was Frank's voice. "I need to hear from you, NOW, Kelly. Call me back." His voice wasn't necessarily angry, but it definitely wasn't friendly.
The final message was Jennifer, again, "Kelly, you need to call Frank, immediately. He's really riled up."
Kelly turned and saw the girls being hugged by Cathy and the other chaperones. He didn't want to interfere with them, so he stepped around the corner and pressed the 'call back' button on his phone.
"Saint Mary's," Jennifer said.
"Hi, Jen. It's Kelly Powell. Is Frank available?"
Jennifer let out a frustrated sigh as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't. "I'll... I'll put you right through."
There was a moment of silence, then Frank's voice, "Kelly?"
"Hi, Frank. What's up!"
"What's up!? Goddamnit, Kelly, what the Hell are you doing down there? I'm seeing pictures of you in one prissy dress after another and now I'm seeing Facebook live feeds of you all dolled up like Snow White. What the Hell are you thinking!? Do have any idea who you work for!? You work for the Archdiocese of Seattle, Kelly! The Roman Catholic Church! Don't you see how bad this looks!?"
Frank stopped for a breath and Kelly tried to speak, "Look, Frank, I..."
"No explanations, Powell. Just shut up and listen! I woke up this morning to a call from the Seattle Times asking for information about Ms Kelly Powell. 'MS' - Kelly! 'MS' Powell. Not Mister - 'MS'!!! I can't return that call, Kelly! I don't know what to say."
"Frank..."
"Enough! It's 9:31 here, right now and I have been called to an 11:00 meeting with the Archbishop and I am not going to go in there and have my ass and my career handed to me because of you! Here's the deal and it's not negotiable: You're fired. I'll have Jennifer clean out you desk. Anything else that's here will be thrown out. You understand? You threw all that away. You are NEVER to set foot in this building or on this property again. If you do, I'll call the police. And you stay the Hell away from those girls for the remainder of the trip, you get me!? You go lock yourself in your hotel room and keep away from them before we have a scandal that will destroy this school. If I see one more picture of you with your arm around one of my students, I'll call the police and you will be someone's pretty little bitch in a prison cell for the rest of your pathetic, perverted little life!"
Kelly was numb. He couldn't even respond.
"That's the deal, Powell. You made your bed, now you lay in it! And I don't care if you're wearing pajamas or a babydoll nightie with fuzzy trim while your laying there!"
The phone went dead.
Kelly felt like he should cry, but he was too shocked to make tears. His knees bucked out from under him and his skirt inflated as he fell to the floor and onto his bottom. He leaned on the wall and stared at the ceiling.
'How could it have gone so wrong?' He thought. Then his mind went blank and his vision narrowed to the light fixture in the ceiling.
Rhonda glanced around the corner and saw Kelly seated on the floor with his skirts spread around him. She called to him but got no response, so she went to Cathy and pulled her away from the girls.
"Kelly! Oh, God, Kelly, what happened? Are you ok!"
He just stared at the light fixture.
"Kelly, babe! Can you hear me, babe!? Kelly! Kelly! KELLY!" She shook him and his eyes rolled to her, but he still said nothing. Then, his eyes came into focus and his lids narrowed as the tears started. Cathy pulled him to her breasts, "What's wrong, babe, what's wrong?" But he just sobbed and handed her his phone.
She looked at the last call and saw it was St Mary's. "Oh, shit." She hissed. "They didn't, did they?"
He nodded while shaking with sobs.
Audrey came around the corner and stopped when she saw Kelly and Cathy. "Oh, lord!" she gasped. "What happened?"
"What happened!? What do you think happened!? He was fired! Your husband fired him, Audrey! You were on the phone with him this morning, weren't you! Jesus, Audrey!"
"No... I mean, yes, I was on the phone with him and he was mad, but, Cathy... no... I never..."
"Well, call that jackass back and tell him that I quit!"
"No, Cathy!" Audrey started, but everyone turned to Kelly as he raised his head.
"No, Cath. You can't. I've already failed us. You can't quit."
Kelly wiped his eyes carefully and pulled himself to his feet. He straightened his skirts and looked sadly at the costume that, just minutes ago, he'd found so beautiful.
"Ok. Enough. We can't discuss this in front of the girls."
Audrey tried to reach for him, but he held up a hand and shook his head. "No. I'm fine for now," and he held back his tears, "but there are over a hundred girls to deal with."
Cathy stood and nodded agreement.
"As of a few minutes ago, I'm not allowed to be with my... the girls." He choked back more tears. "And we can't tell them about this. So, you two need to take them to Animal Kingdom and I'll go back to the hotel and try to sort myself out."
"Babe, I don't think..."
"Please, Cath. I've lost my job and my dignity. Don't make me face them right now." The tears burned his eyes and he could taste his sorrow in his throat. "Frank was very clear. I need to stay away from them, so, please, just take them and tell them I had to deal with something. Just, please, smile and don't let on, ok?"
"Ok, babe. Ok."
"Rhonda, would you mind driving me back to the resort? I think it may be easier if I leave quickly and get changed there."
"Of course, Ms Powell."
"Thank you." he kissed Cathy's cheek. "Bye, Cath. I'll see you later. Remember to smile and show them a good time. They deserve it. They deserve better than me."
"Kelly, babe..."
He turned and left with Rhonda.
Rhonda parked illegally at the entrance to Kelly's building and rode the elevator up to the third floor with him. Neither had said a word during their ride. Kelly dug into the bag and found his Magic Band, touched it to the door-lock and opened the door. Rhonda entered with him.
"Ms Powell, I have no idea what is going on..."
"Mister, Rhonda."
She was confused. "I'm sorry?"
"It's MISTER Powell. That's the problem. Please help me with this costume."
Rhonda shook her head to clear her thoughts as she moved to help him. "Really? I have to say, Mr Powell, you sure fooled me."
She untied the back of his skirts and lowered them to the floor so that he could step out.
"I'm an idiot, Rhonda. A little, insignificant, ugly little idiotfailure. How could I have been so stupid?"
"Mr Powell..."
"Kelly, please, Rhonda. Just call me Kelly."
"Ok, Kelly. I don't know what this is all about, but I saw your show today and I saw how you and your students interacted. They love you, Kelly and how can that be a bad thing?"
Kelly took off the slippers and rolled the stockings down each leg. As he thought about that. Then he stood and turned so that Rhonda could pull down the zipper on his body-suit. As he pulled down his top and looked at the pretty little bra that was strapped to his chest, his eyes watered again as he said, "I'll never be with them again, Rhonda. I'll never teach children again. How can that be good?"
"But you just won..."
"No," he said, "I just lost. I just lost everything." he handed Rhonda a neatly folded pile of clothes and said, "Thank you for everything, Rhonda. Bye." he crawled onto the bed and rolled away from Rhonda. He could feel the dozens of Bobbi-pins in his hair, but he didn't care. He heard the door close as Rhonda left.
He heard his phone vibrate, but ignored it and it finally stopped. Then it vibrated again. When it began the third time, he hit the 'accept' button and spoke without looking at the caller ID.
"Yes?"
A woman's voice said, "Mr Powell?"
"Yes"
"Please hold for his eminence."
'Oh, God,' he thought, 'not the Archbishop.' He sighed. 'Just leave me alone.'
"Good morning, Mr Powell. Well, I guess it's afternoon, there, isn't it?"
Kelly just grunted, "Uh-huh," in reply.
The Arch Bishop seemed to sense that Kelly wasn't exactly keen to chat, so he changed his approach.
"Alright, Kelly, if I may call you Kelly?" No reply came, so he continued, "I'm here with Mr Menard and I think we need to work out a few things, right now. As I understand it, you were not public about your transvestism until this weekend, correct."
Irritated, Kelly sat up and took a breath. "Sir, with all due respect, I've known Frank Menard for a long time and he knows that I never wore women's clothes before this weekend." Kelly went on to explain the reasons he had stated dressing and why remained dressed in women's clothing. He also explained how he'd come to be Snow White that day.
"I see," said the Arch Bishop. "Well, this all puts us in an awkward position, Kelly. Here's the breakdown of the situation from my point of view:
We, the Catholic Church, have no real stance on transvestism, but, because it is a 'compulsion' rather than a physical manifestation of your true sexuality, there is a general feeling that cross dressing is an indication of antisocial behavior. Even if it is not truly a sin, it conjures up associations with perversions such as pedophilia and, being a Catholic high school, we can not possible allow one of our teachers to be so publicly flaunting this behavior. So, if you are claiming to be a transvestite and plan to announce that to the world, then, I'm afraid that your dismissal will stand.
But, if
B) You are, in fact, a transsexual, then we find ourselves in a very different situation all together."
Kelly's attention was definitely piqued, now. Was there a way out of being fired? Losing his home? His livelihood? Possibly his marriage? The Archbishop had his attention.
"I have worked very hard to welcome members of the LGBT community into the church, as you know, and having a teacher who is a trans-person achieve so much for our students and then finding herself dismissed because of her orientation... well, that just wouldn't look good for the diocese as a whole, or for me personally. Are you with me Kelly?"
"I'm with you, sir."
"So, it comes down to this - A) If this was a weekend lark in dresses while you were in charge of our students, then you're fired. B) If this is a coming-out, in a sense, as a transsexual, then, legally and ethically, I can not fire you. Do you understand what I am about to ask you?"
Kelly's heart was racing. He knew this was a huge decision, but he also knew that he didn't want to leave St Mary's.
"May I ask you a question, sir?"
"Of course."
"If I answer 'B' to your question, would I be expected to follow through with complete gender reassignment? I mean, surgery, the whole nine-yards?"
"Kelly, transitioning is a long, slow process for each individual. If a person needs to present himself as a woman, that can take many forms - outward appearances, living full time as a woman, identifying as a straight woman or as a lesbian - all of these are different levels of transsexualism. Complete genital reassignment surgery may or may not be the ultimate goal of a transgendered woman, such as yourself. Are we still on the same page, Kelly?"
"I think so, sir, but I still need to be sure. If I admit that I am a transgendered woman and that I came out to the world about that this weekend, then my employer, the Archdiocese of Seattle, would support me and allow me to remain employed at St Mary's and remain married to my wife without expecting me to have myself altered surgically?"
"Well..." the Archbishop thought, "We would not put pressure on you to do anything, but we would expect you to seek medical and psychological help with your transition and it would probably be best if we concocted a viable timeline that included previous discussions with Mr Menard, your family and, of course, me prior to your departure on Friday. One in which your decision to be open about your sexuality appears more, shall we say, level-headed than just, 'I lost my clothes and became a girl.' Understood?"
"Yes, sir. So, I could keep my job and remain married to my wife, but I'd need to continue to wear women's clothing to the rest of my life?
"That's the long and short of it, yes."
"Then, I think I'm ready to answer your question, sir."
"Ok. Then, Mr, or possibly Ms, Powell, which is it?"
"Sir, I want to remain at St Mary's and I want to remain, as I have been this weekend, living as a woman for the rest of my life."
The Archbishop gave sigh of relief, "Well, then, we seem to have no more problems. I do suggest that you let your loved ones know quickly, before they read about it in the papers, but I will leave that to you. We will talk when you return, Ms Powell. Thank you for calling me back."
Kelly wanted to leap for joy. To shout to everyone that everything was going to be ok, but what he needed more than anything right now was to be held by his big, strong, powerful wife. He needed to get to her as quickly as possible.
He grabbed the bag which Rhonda had left on the table and pulled out the romper and flip-flops. He unzipped the back of the romper and stepped into it, pulling it up, over his shoulders, then he reached around to pull up the zipper. This was the first time he'd had to do this without Cathy here to help. What a pain the butt! He struggled and eventually pulled it all the way up. 'I'll get used to that,' he thought. 'If half of the world's population can do that themselves, I should be able to learn how to do it, too.'
He grabbed his Magic Band, put it on his wrist and headed to the door.
He stopped and remembered his makeup.
He ran back to the mirror to check himself.
The first thing he realized was that he was still wearing the red headband with the bow from the Snow White costume. 'Oops! I'll send it back to them.' He was about to remove, when he realized how cute it actually looked on his face. 'I'll send it back them... tomorrow.'
He smiled and looked himself over. His eyes were puffy from crying, but that would pass. The makeup, which he recalled Maria mentioning, was meant to stand up to sweating in the Florida heat, didn't look half bad. Maybe a little over the top, especially his candy-apple-red lips, but so what. He was a beautiful, young woman, why not attract some attention?
He turned and ran out the door, didn't even consider the elevator, but took the stairs, jumping down each half-flight with the energy of a child of fourteen, and ran, full out , to the bus stop at the front of the resort.
An Animal Kingdom bus was waiting and he ran on to it without slowing down.
"Good afternoon," the middle aged, mustachioed bus driver with a Central American accent said, "and how are you today, princess?"
Ahh, princess! There it was, again! How he adored being call, 'princess.'
"I am fine, today, my lord," he joked in return. "Will your carriage be departing, soon?"
The diver beamed at the response. Usually, people were so self involved that they just shrugged him off or gave a one word answer. Here was a beautiful young woman who truly appreciated the magic of Disney. "It appears that you are my only passenger on this run, your highness, so I shall roll up the red carpet and we shall depart this realm for the Kingdom of the Animals."
Kelly bounced into the first seat across from the driver and clapped his glossy, red-tipped hands together in joy and excitement.
As the bus pulled out, the driver saw in his mirror, a family sprinting to try to catch the bus. Normally he would have stopped, but this time he pulled ahead just a little quicker than normal. If this beautiful little woman didn't deserve a little bit of attention, than who in the world did?
They chatted happily the whole way there. His name was Hector and he said that he was from Costa Rica, to which Kelly said, "What a coincidence! That's where my luggage is!" They talked of their homes and Hector's three boys. The oldest, he said was 17, "Just about your age," which made Kelly laugh. He told Hector he was 27, which Hector refused to believe, which made Kelly laugh even more.
When the bus reached Animal Kingdom, Hector hurried to exit the door, then turned to offer Kelly his hand as Kelly stepped out. As he took Hector's hand, Kelly lingered in the doorway for a moment and said, "Thank you, Hector, for the best ride of my trip. God bless you and your family," and he kissed Hector's cheek.
Hector's grin was wide and handsome. "Thank YOU, Princess Kelly. God bless you and your family, too." he paused and then returned to his Disney script saying, "and have a Magical Day!"
"Oh, Hector," Kelly smiled, "it truly is a Magical Day! It truly is!"
With that, Kelly jogged off towards the gate.
Animal Kingdom is probably the hardest place in Disney World to find someone. High foliage and huge distances between attractions make it difficult to keep track of people that you were walking with, let alone trying to find someone without knowing where they may be, but Kelly wanted to at least try to find Cathy and surprise her before texting her, so her ran into the park, glancing at each face as he passed. It didn't help that several people were wearing the same purple tee shirts with Kelly's face on it that had been passed out at the show.
As he approached The Tree of Life which marked the place where Kelly would have to decide whether to head to the 'Africa' or 'Asia' exhibits, he spotted something that stood out like a sore thumb. There, amongst the tourists in garish tee shirts, the impeccably dressed and coiffed, six foot tall visage of Renee St Pierre stood talking to someone that Kelly could not see. Kelly never expected to see her here and he hurried towards her to say thank you for setting up everything, but he was even more shocked when he spotted to whom Ms St Pierre was speaking.
It was Cathy!
"Cath!" he hollered. She did not hear him, but he began running toward her while calling her name and waving. "Cath! Cath! Cath!"
When she saw him running and waving, the confusion on her face was obvious, but Cathy shook that off and ran, slowly at first, but then with more intention, to meet him.
When they did meet, Kelly leapt into her arms, wrapping his legs around her hips, forcing Cathy to hold him up by his posterior.
"Babe, what are you doing here?"
"Cath, I love you, I love, so much, Cath!" And he covered her face and neck with kisses.
She put him down, but continued to hug him, and said, "Babe, what happened? Why are you here? You told me that Frank banned you..."
"I got my job back, Cath. The Archbishop called me and rehired me, but there are stipulations..."
"Such as?"
He smiled and he saw Renee St Pierre approaching, "I think you'll like them, but let's talk about those when we're alone."
"Well," Ms St Pierre said, "this is a much prettier picture than I expected after Cathy told me you'd been fired. It looks like your fairytale may have had a happy ending though. Did your Prince Charming come to your rescue?"
Kelly laughed and hugged Cathy even tighter. "This is my Prince Charming right here, Ms St Pierre."
"Renee, please," she chuckled. "I have never seen a prettier Snow White, nor a prettier Prince. And I've worked for Disney for a long, long time. Congratulations, you two. I hope that everything works out and that you have years and years of happiness. Cathy, you have my number. If I can help, please just call."
"Thank you, Renee," Cathy said and, while she continued to hug her little husband, she accepted a goodbye-hug and kiss from Renee. "Bye, bye."
That was all back in April when the girls returned to interviews with local radio stations and The Seattle Times, even a local TV talk show featured the girls. Kelly was very sly in always saying 'yes' to a performance or interview, but then being very careful to keep the girls in the spotlight and himself in the background. It was a strategy that had worked well to this point.
Today was the last day of the school year and just a couple of weeks before the return to Walt Disney World for the 4th of July performance.
As Hillary entered the music classroom with a white dress with a China Blue pattern printed on it hanging in a plastic bag on a pink flocked hanger, she smiled at the beautiful, dark haired, young teacher who was wearing a knee-length, yellow, pleated skirt and a sheer, coral-pink, loose fitting, sleeveless top who was sorting through a pile of paper that was piled on the grand piano in the center of the room.
"Hi, Ms Kelly," Hillary beamed, "thanks for letting me borrow the dress. It was a huge hit at my cousin's baby shower. Everyone told me how pretty I looked in it. I kept telling them, "Oh, you should see how pretty it is on my teacher, Miss Kelly. I can't do it justice.'"
Kelly smiled and took the dress from Hillary and draped it carefully across several chairs. It's funny how he became 'Miss Kelly.' It just sort of started that last day in Florida. After they told the girls that he would be living as a woman from then on, the girls just sort of started calling him 'Miss Kelly.' He liked it. It seemed right.
"So, Miss High-School-Graduate," Kelly teased, "are you well rested after after sleeping in for a week since graduation?"
"Are you kidding!?" Hillary said in her girly way. "I haven't slept a wink! I had the baby shower on Sunday and I flew to Rhode Island for orientation at Brown on Monday and Tuesday... Oh, Miss Kelly, you've got to come visit, it's so cool! Providence is great, but have you ever been to Boston? It's so amazing!! Everything is, like, either brand new or so old... and I went to a ball game at Fenway Park... you have to come!!!"
Kelly laughed. "Well, Miss Hillary, if you tell me when your chorus is having a concert, I'll see if I can, ok?"
"AWESOME! Thanks Miss Kelly! I'll see you next week for rehearsal," and she gave her beautiful teacher a hug.
When Hillary had left, Kelly hung his first dress from a closet door and looked at it as he reflected on the last nine weeks since Disney World. It was odd that things had gone so smoothly at the school. No one acted like anything weird had happened and there was no extra tension, except between him and Frank and that was soon resolved.
Kelly hadn't worn a pair of pants since that Saturday back in April. Much of his current assembly of clothing were hand-me-downs from students, but it was all pretty and he had functional clothing for nearly every professional and social situation now.
Since they lived less than two miles from the school, Kelly had always ridden a twenty speed bike to school while Cathy drove - her late days of coaching made cycling dangerous in the dark. Kelly found that he could not be very lady like on his men's style bike, but after a week of commuting with Kelly (a week that included dinner later than usual and an unclean house due to Kelly's late return home), Cathy bought him a new, sea-foam-green, women's fixed-gear bike. He loved the freedom he felt when pedaling back and forth to school in a skirt or dress.
Cathy had put Kelly in touch with Renee for advice and pointers that would help him pass more completely, although he did have his mother and 20 year old sister, who both lived less than a block away, at his house nearly every afternoon or evening drilling him on being a woman. They loved it and he got a kick out his sisters enthusiasm and his mother's approval.
Renee had suggested that Kelly begin a regime of low doses of estrogen to help keep his features soft as he aged, but would still allow him to function in his manly areas. The estrogen was making his skin softer and his nipples were definitely much more sensitive, so, after long talks with Cathy and a recommendation from Renee, Kelly had made an appointment with a surgeon that would be performing a minimally invasive breast implant procedure on him at 9:15 tomorrow morning. The thought of taking that step made him excited and a little apprehensive, he wanted to be able to go swimming and wear pretty, summer dresses, so it seemed like the best thing to do - not only that, but he wanted them -'he wanted pretty, perky, feminine breasts. Part of him couldn't wait.
Kelly closed up his room and headed to the parking lot with his yellow skirt fluttering in the breeze as he carried a few books under his right arm and his white dress with the China-blue print draped over the other.
There were still some girls loitering in the parking lot, and they greeted him with shouts of "Bye, Miss Kelly! Have a good summer!"
Kelly called back, "Bye, Miss Emma, Miss Nicole! Thank you! You have a wonderful summer, too!" and she smiled at how pleasant everything was, today.
When he reached Cathy's minivan, he opened the back door, placed the books on the seat and hung the dress from the hook inside.
As he closed the door, he felt a hand rub his back and slide familiarly towards his somewhat more plump rear end.
"You don't need to lock it, babe. I'll be headed home now, too." Cathy said as she turned him and planted a kiss on his glossy, candy-applered lips. "You know, when Audrey suggested them, I didn't think I'd like you with bangs, but I really do. They're a little playful, but still very grown up. It kind of makes you look like Zooey Deschanel on that show, 'New Girl.'
Kelly laughed and kissed her again. "Well, how appropriate. 'New Girl.' You're a riot, you know that?"
Cathy laughed, too. "Ok, I'll see you at home. I'll go home, shower, throw these sweats into the hamper and put on something pretty, so when you get there we can go out to celebrate the last day of school. Remember, you can't eat anything after 7:00, so we need to go out early."
"What about me? Can't I shower before dinner, too?"
"Babe, you're always beautiful. You'll just need to brush out your helmet-hair after your bike ride. Look at how cute you just are, now. You'll be the prettiest girl at Guiseppe's and you know it." Another kiss and Cathy opened the drivers door and got in.
Kelly stepped back so Cathy could pull out. He blew her a kiss as she called out the window, "Bye, babe. See you at home. Love you."
"Love you, too, Cath!"
Kelly walked to his pretty bike, pulled on his helmet and started his ride home. As the breeze blew into his skirts and around his lace and silk -enclosed penis, he thought that this must be what it is like to to ride on a magic carpet, like Jasmine and Aladdin. That made him smile and "A Whole New World" ran through his head. He'd always loved that song and now he, too, was living in a whole new world. Maybe he'd always been a Disney Princess. He just never knew it until he'd been exposed to the magic of Disney World.
THE END