Kyle felt very conspicuous; convinced that everyone was looking at him.
Three young men were sitting in the very back row, so the two ‘girls’ sat on the bench, half way down the bus, with their backs to the side windows.
The lads were all late teens early twenties, and were casually dressed. They were openly looking at the girls, obviously talking about them amongst themselves.
“They know!” he whispered to Sally.
“No, they don’t!”
“How do you know?”
“Trust me. If they knew or suspected, they wouldn’t be looking like that!”
“Like what?”
“Like they think you are a very attractive girl.”
“Then, it’s you they are looking at, not me.”
“Kylie, get real. They are looking at both of us, and those long legs of yours are like jam to bees!”
Kyle was quiet for a moment.
“If I’m supposed to be Swedish, then ‘Kylie’ is hardly Scandinavian,” he whispered.
“Okay, how about Kayla?”
Kyle shrugged.
“Is it Swedish?”
“Shit, how the hell do I know? It sounds foreign enough. Do you like it?”
“What about a surname?” he whispered.
Sally started to giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, you’re at last getting into this.”
He smiled, and his face, once more transformed. Sally could not believe just how pretty her friend was.
“How about ‘Olsen’? It’s my Gran’s maiden name?” Kyle suggested.
Sally nodded.
“Okay, Kayla Olsen. It sounds quite good!”
Sally smiled, and tucked her arm through Kyle’s. He looked down and saw the red fingernails on both their hands. He felt a warm glow spread throughout his lower abdomen.
“God, Sal, this is so weird.”
“Why?”
“It feels so strange. I mean, I like the feelings, but it just feels so strange.”
“Are you turned on?”
“What, you mean sexually?”
She nodded.
He frowned as he thought about it and then shook his head.
“No, not a twinge, if that’s what you mean. But it’s as if my soul is singing.”
She smiled, and gave his arm a squeeze.
“Then let it sing for all it’s worth.”
The bus came to a halt and they got off; closely followed by the boys. The boys turned left, and with a couple of final appraising glances, they went their own way. Kyle felt relieved and smiled again.
“How much do you want to spend?” Sally asked.
Kyle shrugged.
“I’ve a couple of hundred in my account, but I can’t use my card, it’s in a boy’s name,” he said.
“Then get out a hundred from the cash point, and we’ll stay within that limit. I think you should get a decent pair of shoes, some underwear and a couple of outfits, like a skirt and a couple of tops.”
“Sal, I can’t get underwear with these!” he said, looking down at his bra filled with tights.
“We’ll manage.”
They then spent an hour in loads of different shops. Sally borrowed a measuring tape in one shop, and ascertained Kayla’s sizes. Marks and Spencer’s had a sale on, and they picked up three bras and a pack of five assorted panties for a very reasonable price.
“I get all my ordinary everyday undies here. It’s good quality stuff, and not that dear. For posh stuff I go to the lingerie shops,” Sally told her bemused friend.
In the end, they bought seventy pounds worth of assorted tops, skirts, accessories and makeup.
“Shoes!” said Sally, and pulled a flagging Kyle into a shoe shop.
There were quite a few people in the shop, so the pair wandered amongst the shoes, and Kyle tried to find something he liked.
He found high heels awkward and difficult to manage, but he loved the way they looked.
Some of the current fashions included really pointy toes and chunky heels. He didn’t like them at all. Then he found an elegant shoe in dark blue suede. It had a reasonably high heel, and was a lovely shape overall. He tried on the size seven and it was a little tight. He tried the half size larger, and it felt really comfortable.
He took it to the assistant, a young man who was suffering from a terrible attack of acne, wearing a badge telling the world that he was Dave.
“Yes, Miss?”
“Do you haf ze oder haf of zis, pliz?” he asked, keeping his voice quiet and as feminine as he could, and in what he believed was a Swedish accent. He felt ridiculous. Unbeknown to him it came out as such a sexy and sultry voice that young Dave felt the familiar stirrings of an erection in his trousers.
Feeling self conscious and woefully inadequate, Dave flashed his most sophisticated smile at the vision of loveliness that stood before him.
“I’ll go see, Miss,” he said, dashing off to find the other shoe.
Sally laughed and came over to her friend.
“Well Kayla, you got his motor going.”
“I did not!”
“Why has he got a bulge in the front of his trousers, then?”
Kyle was shocked, but part of him was secretly quite pleased.
The lad came back, clutching the shoes as if they were the Holy Grail.
Kyle sat down, and allowed Dave to fit the shoe for him. Dave could not help looking at those amazing legs, and his erection was making him feel uncomfortable. When he had left school at sixteen and got this job, all his mates laughed at him and took the piss. He grinned to himself, as they would eat their hearts out if they could see him now!
Kyle felt the lad touch his legs, perhaps unnecessarily, and was aware of the young man’s flushed face. He stood up and walked about in the shoes. They felt great, far better than the sandals. They were also within budget, just.
“I’ll take zem,” he said, remembering the accent just in time.
He kept them on, and walked over to the till with Dave.
He rang in the sale, and Kyle paid the cash.
“Are you on holiday?” Dave asked.
“No. I yam exchange student vrom Stockholm.”
“Oh, wow, cool, in Oxford?”
“Er, no. I yam visiting my mudder’s cousin, in Abingdon.”
“Well, I hope you have a lovely time. Come back anytime,” Dave said, flushing when the girl smiled back at him.
“Tank you. You are kind, I tink.”
He watched as the pair of girls walked out, wondering why the darker girl was giggling so much. He’d sell his soul for a girl friend like the blonde!
“Sally, you are so awful!” Kyle said, grinning.
“Oh, you need no help in being a girl. That voice, it’s amazing, where did the accent come from?”
Kyle smiled and shrugged.
“I dunno. I just sort of thought in Swedish.”
“It’s brilliant! I thought he was going to have an accident in his pants.”
“Sally! That’s awful.”
“Maybe, but he was turned on just by your legs and your sexy voice. He’s probably having a wank in the storeroom just thinking about you.”
“Sally!” Kyle was shocked, but realised that he was strangely pleased to have had such an effect on the boy.
They caught the bus back to the car park, and then Sally drove them home.
She made Kyle show off his new purchases, shaking her head at the amazing transformation he had gone through.
“You look wonderful. How do you feel?”
Kyle sat on Sally’s bed, smiling. It was a smile that came from the very depths of his being.
“Sally, I think I am happy for the first time in my life. No, I have been happy before, but this is something so much deeper. This is who I am!” he said, simply.
Sally smiled, and went over and put her arm around Kyle. They had a cuddle.
“Okay, Kayla, the next step is the toughie.”
“Next step?”
“Oh, Kyle, you can’t just do this every now and again. If this is you, then eventually this is going to be you twenty-four/seven. There is only one thing you have to do, and soon.”
“What?”
“You have to tell your parents. They have to know.”