Overlap

Chapter 72: Cross-dressing Master

<10/29/2011 - 18:12 | 77 Cloverleaf Trail, Dahlonega, GA, USA>

Before heading back out in my normal clothes, I got a quick text from Zero, telling me to meet Mikaela at the short connected bridge to the other field. Knowing what it was already about, I powered my way back into control, walking carefully to the destination.

Since it wasn't that long ago when by body freaked out over the headache, I was still having just a little trouble controlling my own limbs. They were weak and wobbly, like my arms or legs might suddenly fail or give out at any moment. It felt like I had to purposely send twice the amount of subconscious signals to my body to perform any action like walking or turning. God knows what damage those headaches inflict inside without me knowing.

As I made it to the bridge, connecting the center field to the girl's side of the field, I felt just a little better. Mikaela was waiting for me as instructed. She leaned gently against the inner wood of the structure dead in the center, deterring me from having to physically step foot on the grassy lands of Wahsega where I would not be allowed to. It was as far as any boy would be allowed to travel, and Mikaela knew so.

When we greeted each other, Mikaela promptly pulled out a small bottle of glittering blue gel, allowing me to confirm the purpose of this visit. Mikaela was tasked with the decoration plan to paint my nails with nail polish. If I were to go all the way with the plan, this was one of the small requirements.

I've never had my nails painted before now, but the thought of having them done excited me, bringing me back awake a little faster. I leaned right next to Mikaela so that she could have unlimited access to my short finger nails, preparing the wet brush in hand.

Zero and Mikaela both knew I was having a headache, but they acted as though it didn't matter for the main event. I'm glad they reacted that way, because I didn't want to cancel a single aspect of this dance, nor did I want to worry anybody about my terrible health.

"This is still so weird you know. I can't believe I'm painting a guy's nails."

My nails felt cold to the touch from that gel coming off the brush, but I held in any and all complaints. I wasn't willing to let a single thing bother me anymore. After what I just recovered from, after how much worse it could have been, I was glad to be back in this moment. "Ah, what's the issue? When you get back home from this fieldtrip, you can have this story to tell your friends about."

Mikaela paused her work for a brief moment, studying my serene face with her gleaming hazel eyes. "You look a little different. Oh, you are okay from the headache, right? These fumes are probably bothering you."

The only thing I was sure was different about me now was how calm I was, or rather how calm I was forced to be. After all that forced tightening and tensing that headache put my through, this was like taking some kind of magic muscle relaxer, yet I wasn't too relaxed either. "I'm fine. Don't stop now." The smell of the nail polish wasn't so bad. I don't know if it's normal to like the smell of the substance, but I wanted to turn it into a candle for my personal room, having it surround me in essence, always.

"So I never did get to ask you this..." Mikaela wasn't as quick to speak since much of her was in the zone of applying nail polish perfectly, but I could tell she just wanted to make small talk during her decoration. "Why exactly did you decide to dress up today? Can't be from just a dare."

I wasn't too sure of the answer myself. Even long after the purge, this desire to be totally feminine still lingered on. Was it natural to feel this way? Or, is the effect of having my personally synchronize to Lumina so long ago still keeping alive my desire to act out so girlishly? With the exception of this obvious moment, I don't think I've been feeling the desire as often as I used to, so it's hard to be sure. "I don't know..." Mikaela went silent, almost like she was annoyed at my halfhearted response. "Maybe it's because, everybody else around me finds it too funny. At the risk of sounding weird, I want to make this moment at Wahsega memorable for everybody involved, not just for myself. Even though it might look like people will make fun of me for wearing this, I'm having a lot of fun, dress or no dress. So, anyone can point and laugh all they want; I don't care."