Jimmy Jane

chapter 3 ~ All about appearances

Jimmy Jane

Chapter three ~ All about appearances.

Jane’s P.O.V

I look at myself in the large gold rimmed mirror. Is it myself? I look like a guy; I am a guy, okay, a guy with girly hair and perfect eyebrows and a thin frame, but a guy. A dorky nerdy hippie guy. They will never believe this, what full blooded male cannot see that underneath the flared jeans and dude shirts lies a nineteen year old girl. I knew it would never work; Uncle Jerry and his partner Darrel have been giving me a “manover” the past few hours. It starts with, bandaging my boobs so close to my chest that it is constricting, but I can easily breathe. Then comes the manover session where Darrel (being a barber and all) put fake moustaches and beards on my face, which just made me look like a kid dressed up in a Halloween costume. Then came the great debate about my hair, I just told them to chop it off, but then Darrel, being Darrel, argued that my hair will never grow back the same, and people would die for my blonde curly hair and that I need to have a base to put the wig on. Then he used his last argument that pushed me over the edge. Timmy. “Timmy will hate you without your hair”, that blew it for me; I stood up and slapped him across the face. I got out of the seat and looked over Uncle Jerry’s shoulder.

Uncle Jerry is a doctor, one of the best in this town; he has government “contacts” that can get whatever he wants. Over the past few hours he had been creating my identity, to get me enlisted into the army, fake ID, fake doctors clarifications (every enlister must have total health to be admitted), handily done by himself, fake family and most importantly a fake registration for my identity to be admitted into the army. You name it, he has it, all in forms and papers and fake passports.

Now here I stand everything done, my identity perfected hours ago, yet I still can’t perfect the manly look of a soldier, so I decide to go for a boy instead. A boy that has been late in the puberty cycle...

“Okay, your mother and your whole family are going to cover for you. They wanted me to tell you they are proud of you, like I am Jane, they just wished they could see you before you go, but we all know you leave in two days and need to continue your degree in man studies!” Uncle Darrel claps as he stands behind me, fastening a belt around my waste.

The blue jeans don’t look filled enough and the top is too big.

“Don’t worry we will go shopping tomorrow and get you clothes that fit and supplies.” Uncle Jerry lifts his head from a form for a second, then returns to tapping away with his pen.

“Supplies…?”

“Sugar pie they don’t have convenience stores in the jungle,” Uncle Jerry chuckles, tossing a blonde hairy thing at me.

I drop it on the ground, nudging it with my boot covered foot.

“What the heck is that, I am not putting that on my face, I thought we went over this” I stare at the thing.

Uncle Darrel walks over and picks up the hair, and straightens it out in his fingers. Now I can see the complete structure of a wig, a blonde boys mop cut that will probably finish just above my eyebrows. The hair looks really real, almost perfect that it looks fake.

He reaches up and slips the wig onto my hair, pulling it all in a tight net. It looks fake, not like real hair, there is a little bulge and it doesn’t sit right, although I must say I do look good as a boy.

Uncle Jerry turns from his papers while Uncle Darrel strokes his chin.

“Well, it didn’t turn out like I wanted it too.” uncle Darrel frowns, huffing. I can see the clocks turning over in his head.