The Spencer Girls

by Ashley Steele

 

I gradually awoke to the early morning sun shining through my window. At first I thought that everything that happened the afternoon before was only a dream but I felt the satin nightgown that my mother had loaned me wrapped around my totally bare legs brought me back to reality. For a while I just laid there trying to soak everything in when I heard a knock and the familiar voice of my mother as she came into my room.

"Wake up you sleepyhead", chirped my mother. "We have a busy day and we better get going if were are to get finished".

"what are we doing today", I asked.

"If I tell you know it'll ruin the surprise", answered my mom. "Just come into my room and I help get you ready". "Come on and lets get a move on, Amy", ordered mom.

Once I enter my mother's bedroom, I immediately notice her clothes on the bed and she is already wearing her outfit for day. From this I can only demise that these clothes are meant for me. My mother is wearing a dark blue skirt and a red silk blouse and blue low heeled shoes and soon I am wearing coordinating colors. That is a red skirt, and blue silk blouse and red low heeled shoes. What's different from the night before is that I'm wearing control top pantyhose and a silk slip underneath the skirt. I'm also wearing my mother's old breast forms adhered to my bare chest. These had been hers when she was my age.

"This must have been what you had been planning last night when I was asleep", I commended. "I look like I could be twin sister and not your son, mom", I added.

The thing is, that the longer that I look at us together the more I see why everyone sees us as the Gilmore Girls. Mom and I do look like that we could be sisters.

Being such a beautiful Indian summer, mom decided to put the top down on her blue Mercedes XL convertible as we drove to the Rivervale Mall. I know that I've ridden in this car with the top down before but it was entirely new experience as a pretty teenage girl, with the wind blowing through my hair and all.

I did become quite embarrassed when we were stopped at a red light before the entrance to the mall when a carload of boys pulled along side of us and began hooting, hollering, calling out "check out the hot chicks in the blue convertible". At first I turned around wanting to see the hot babes and I realized that they were referring to me and my mother. Upon realizing this, I slouched lower in my seat and wanted to just die.

"Will you just relax, Amy? They are just responding to a couple of cute girls that are out for a drive", explained my mom. "Like it or not, you better get used to it".

"I don't think that I like being referred to as a chick, mom, I argued.

"Lets face facts, Amy. If you're going to agree to be a girl during the girls' basketball season then you better get used to it because you sure look like a pretty one to me and besides, it is no different of the way you salivate over the singer, Hillary Duff".

"But mom, she's darn cute, I blurted out before realizing I had contradicted myself. I guess that is a double standard and I'm sorry I said it", I apologized.

"Apology accepted and lets stop bantering and lets do some serious shopping", said mom.

The first stop at the mall was Glamour Shots, where my mother had made an appointment for the both of us to be professionally made over and photographed.

Sitting in chairs next to each other, we were made over at the same time.

My stylist's name was Jenny. She had the nicest, sweetest voice. She talked to me while she worked. I must have fallen asleep while she massaged my head while washing my hair and conditioning it. I must have been so relaxed, that when she woke me up to tell that she was finished and so was Stephanie with my mother.

This is when I got the first look at myself. I wasn't just pretty, I was gorgeous. I looked like I was one of those million dollar super models. My shoulder length hair had a sort of a curly feathered look to it. My cheekbones were more pronounced, and my blue eyes seemed a bit darker all due to a little makeup.

Next came the photo session. We posed for some together and some separately. All the while, I kept thinking to myself, "We look like we could be sisters". Heck, they could even have a show for about us and called The Spencer Girls".

Upon the leaving Glamour Shots, Jenny reminded us that our photos should be ready by 2 that afternoon.

The next stop was Penney's. I was here that mom bought me several skirted suits, some with A-line and some straight. While I waited in the women's fitting room and wearing only my waist slip. My mom kept bringing me things to try on. She brought in sheath dresses, long-sleeved and short-sleeved dresses, and jumpers. There were even more skirts. From classy to casual to professional.

It's like my mom is going nuts and she was a woman on a mission. By the time we left Penney's, she had bought for me three straight skirted suits, two sheath dresses, one long-sleeved dress, and four short sleeved dresses. She also bought for me panties and bras several slips (half and full), several nightgowns and a robe. When we had finally left Penney's, I realized the true meaning of the phrase "shop till you drop".

It was now about one thirty that afternoon and mom suggests that we go to the food court and get something to eat. It was over a pepperoni pizza and diet cokes that we ate and talked.

"Mom, are you sure that I really need all these clothes. I mean it is only for the three months of the basketball season that I'll need them", I asked.

Amy, I realize I may have gone totally bonkers today but I guessed I must have just got caught up in the fantasy that you were really a my daughter, answered my mom.

As for the clothes, in three months I suppose I can wear them since I'm also a size four, same as you. Beside what's wrong with a mother wanting to buy her beautiful daughter pretty things", teased mom.

"Now, why don't you go down to the record store and buy yourself a couple of CD's while I go run a few errands, suggested mom. "Have fun, honey".

So off to the record store I nervously went. This was the first time that I was going anywhere dressed as a girl without my mother. All I had to do was follow my mother's advice and relax and do everything that I had been doing and I should be fine.

Once in the store, I already know what I want. I want to check out a new Jessica Simpson CD that just came out.

As I'm browsing through the CD collection, I notice Linda Bonni in the same store and remembered that she works here on Saturdays for her parents. Before I can duck out of the store she recognizes me and comes over.

"Oh my god, I never realized that you looked this good", Exclaimed Linda.

"Thank you, I mutter. I'm petrified to be here dressed like this without my mother present. I hope I don't give myself away".

I don't think that you have anything to worry about. I almost didn't recognize you at first. I probably wouldn't of if I hadn't seen you yesterday. You must have gone to Glamour Shots", said Linda. By the way, have you picked out a name for yourself".

"Yes. Amy Louise Spencer", I added.

"Hey, I like it. You look like a Amy , commented Linda. And I like your choice in music. Jessica Simpson is the best and this CD is good too. Want me to ring it up", asked Linda

"Sure", I said. I reached into my purse and pulled a twenty from my girl's wallet and Linda took it and gave me my change. I told her thank you and left the store.

Linda Bonni sat there at the register for a few moments and thought:

He is so cute. No, not cute but adorable. What I wouldn't give to see him in one of our cheerleaders' outfits with the name Amy stitched on the front left corner. He would look sooo hot! Oh stop that, Linda. What are you thinking of?

"Miss, are you OK", asked the next customer is line. You look faint and your sweating".

"Yes, I'm fine. I may be coming down with something. How may I help you", Linda asked trying to cover her embarrassment.

Later I met my mom at the earring store and I had my ears pierced. Boy, did that hurt. At least it was quick and it was over. My mother choose for my first pair of earrings was amethyst. Amethyst being my birthstone since I was born in February. She also gets for me several pairs of earrings to add to my jewelry collection. I also buy several pairs of headbands to keep my hair out of my eyes.

 

"Well Amy, were just about finished up for today. Why don't we stop for an Orange Julius at the food court, I'm thirsty", asked my mom. I will have another surprise for you there.

 

We walk over to the orange Julius stand and order our drinks and take them to a table and sit down. After a few minutes of my mother and I sipping our drinks and she places a small gift wrapped box on our table.

"Well, open it Amy", says my mom.

Not knowing what is inside, I opened it and what was inside made me cry as I looked at the gold heart-shaped locket. The front is inscribed, To Amy, and on the back is, love mom. Inside the locket is one of our glamour shot photos of us together.

Mom removes the locket necklace from the box and fastens it around my neck.

"I don't know what to say mom. It's beautiful. I'll be proud to wear it everyday for the next three months and then I'll still treasure it", I remarked. I may even where it when I'm go back to being a boy".

"We'll better be getting on for home so we're there when all your clothes are delivered. "Let's get a move on, Amy", said mom.

 

At home

I was walking up the front walk to our house when Hank Jones, our next-door neighbor exclaims,

"Well, I'll be! Sandy was right, you're a girl and I'm out fifty bucks! Could've swore you were a boy but Sandy, my wife swore you were just a tomboy. Hey Sandy, you win! The kid's a girl! Here's the fifty"!!!

  

  

  

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