Getting through a line of people Blake watched the teen boy buy a small string of connected red tickets. As he paid it dawned on the crossdressed man he couldn't have paid for them even if he wanted to. His debit card was missing just like his ID when Liz threw things in the trash, the worst hiding place he could imagine. His cell phone, tucked into the pocket of the gray skirt was all he really had on him. Blake had been dressed in really only a few feminine outfits, but he had already realized that a lack of pockets was common and he guessed he should feel happy to have some now. He had even told his parents how he didn't get a ride home partially because he didn't have the money in his account for it. Still they didn't deposit more in his account, he had checked. The only money given was what they had given to Liz and she wasn't telling how much she got, her reply had been teasing, but considering her mood towards him at the time he wasn't surprised he didn't get a real answer.
"Blake, it is none of your business how much I'm being paid to babysit you. "Little girls shouldn't be nosey. If you like, and promise to behave you can pick out an appropriate magazine. Maybe one on celebrities gossip, home decor, girls life or even cosmopolitan."
Thinking about their little shopping trip wasn't doing him any good now and it wouldn't magic him up money. Nor would it somehow make the little white purse with the silver chain Heather had gotten him to appear. Having to carry a bag... a purse with him so he had a way to carry all the girly crap was still very new to him and the purse was sitting on the counter in the guest bathroom upstairs. 'Yayyyyy no extra tampon for me for when I "needed" a change. THANKS AGAIN LIZ FOR TELLING PEOPLE I WAS ON MY PERIOD!' He mentally screamed.
"Ready to go?" David asked his date who looked distracted as she looked out at other people.
"Yeah, let's go in." Blake blinked a few times to clear his head.
"Were you looking at anything in particular? Or do you just enjoy people watching?" David knew if he was here with a friend and they did that he would be trying to see where they were looking to find a pretty girl. He guessed girls would do the opposite and it made him unsure of himself. Blake seemed interested in him and he tried to keep telling himself that but his insecurities felt harsher when he felt he had something to lose. 'What if she had recently broken up with a boyfriend? I'm just a rebound, someone to spend time with because I'm here and available?'
"Not really, I was just umm looking at what other girls were wearing. Is that something you enjoy doing?" Blake wasn't about to tell the boy what was going through his mind so he tossed his question back at him, unintentionally sounding like he was trying to get to know his date.
"Sometimes, but.." David gave a small shrug of his shoulders, not completing his statement as he thought of his first girlfriend. They had dated for a full two weeks, not including that last weekend. People watching was something she thought was fun was to go out in public and make up stories about people and he would do the same before they compared notes, but he really didn't think bringing up a past girl he had been with was a great date move. "Hey, I have a question for you." David said as he took the girl's hand as they walked into the fair proper.
The hand had felt so traumatic the day before, but everything Blake had been through he hardly thought about it as he entwined his fingers with the teen, the position of their hands feeling much more comfortable now that their heights weren't so different. "Shoot." he said as the ambiance of the fair washed over him. The mechanical smells from the rides were there, but the main thing that his nose picked up was the aromas of the food. Fried everything from griddle cakes, funnel cakes, fried oreos. He was sure he could smell sausage and cotton candy. Then there were the sounds. The rides off in the distance whooshing about, kids screaming in both fear and delight and the barking of the workers trying to get people to come to their stalls. It all made him feel like a kid again.
"Well this is a really important question and a bit personal." David said in a serious tone that he saw she was responding with a raised eyebrow. It made him wonder how girls said so much, with so little body language at times and others they couldn't stop moving their hands and body as they talked, adding almost nothing to what they were talking about. "Ready? This is important now. What is your favorite candy?"
Stopping in his tracks Blake almost got pulled forward as the teen had kept walking. It had only been a step, but it only illustrated the difference in their mass. "Really? That is your question after all that build up?"
"It might be of monumental importance that I know that. What if one day you are having a bad day or feeling a little sad, or I'm just at the store and thinking of you. If I knew the answer I could pick up your favorite and bring it to you."
'Dork.' Blake thought as his smile asserted itself on its own back to his face, trying not to think about how sweet that was. "Snickers... Snickers is my favorite. I like getting the bag of tiny ones and keeping them in the freezer."
"Yeah? My mom does that with kit kats and then complains when they are all gone. You know someone around here might have fried snickers if you want to try it. I haven't, but they will fry just about anything at a fair, I think."
Looking around for something he could smell Blake gazed past the dark haired boy. "Actually... How about cotton candy? I haven't had it in like, ten years."
"No cotton candy since you were six?" David asked, thinking of the saccharine treat as the exact thing he could picture six year old Blake enjoying. "Cotton candy it is, lead the way!"
The pair walked around the fairgrounds, Blake monching on cherry flavored pink cotton candy, the treat dissolving in his mouth and bringing back happy memories, his date did the same with a blueberry flavored little blue cloud. The feminine pink didn't bug Blake in the slightest, he liked cherry flavor, though he did wish the vendor had some watermelon. The skirt wearing man was wondering what David would use his bet winnings for, figuring if there was a tunnel of love that would be it. When they had walked far enough new smells started to hit them, those of the farm animals and Blake very much wanted to avoid stepping in pig shit. Though he half considered it so he could have a reason to throw out the four inch heels. Looking down at his footwear, Blake rocked on the heels slightly. 'They aren't really that bad, and I do like being taller.'
"Penny for your thoughts?" David asked, wondering if her feet were hurting from the walking. He loved seeing her in heels, but he understood or at least heard they weren't comfortable.
Turning around to face the teen Blake held out his hand.
Looking at her open hand David looked at her confused. "What?"
"If you want my thoughts then you will have to give me the penny." More and more the kid had put him off balance. Sometimes he fumbled with his words from being so nervous and other times he said things like he was a casanova. Teasing David was the least he could do, heavens knew Liz did it to him enough.
"Smallest thing I have is a dollar." David said his palm to his back pocket to feel his wallet as he thought.
"Hmmm, no penny though. I guess I can take a dollar if you want to know what I was thinking." Blake gave him a smug grin, his still held out.
"Do I get change?" David joked in return.
"Nope, inflation, cost of thoughts recently went up."
Narrowing his eyes David pulled out his wallet and slapped a dollar bill into her waiting open palm. He wasn't sure what game she was playing, but he was willing to play along.
Looking at the only slightly crumpled dollar bill in his hand Blake looked from it and then into the boy's brown eyes. "I did have a few thoughts." He gave a tiny shrug. "If you want to hear them." Blake then bobbed his hand that still had the bill in it.
Laughing David put a five in her hand, wondering where this was going.
"Okay." Blake said, rolling up the bills and putting them in the skirts pocket. "Six thoughts. First one, I was thinking about my shoes." He waited for the boy to acknowledge him, then continued, hoping to get a real reaction from the teen so he could get a little payback for being made to blush so much. "The next five thoughts were about... you." With that Blake tapped the boy's nose and was extremely happy to see David's mouth open as his cheeks turned red. 'Gotcha!' Before the teen could respond though Blake pressed his hand to the pocket with money, it was already burning a hole in it as he quickly made his way in a direction that wasn't near animal shit and over to one of the carnival games to spend his ill gotten money.
After spending the six dollars and then another fifteen of the teens money and the pair having nothing to show for it after losing every game they went on to use the tickets for some rides. The Gravitron where it spun around holding everyone inside to the walls was one Blake loved and thought it was funny looking at David with his squished face from the force. Then they did what Blake considered a baby rollercoaster, the fairs not having enough room to erect something proper. He picked up on David being a bit nervous and he couldn't fully blame him, imagining these things were held together with bubble gum, duct tape and wishes. What the actual problem was became evident to Blake when they went on their next ride.
Pointing off in the not so far distance Blake walked towards their next destination, leading the way to the ferris wheel. The sun was down and it was all lit up like a Christmas tree and very much wanted to get up high to look at the world below. "That next!"
"You like ferris wheels huh?" David said with a bit of trepidation in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Who doesn't." Blake said it more as a statement, believing everyone enjoyed them.
Swallowing hard, David let the smaller girl pull him along. 'It is perfectly safe, look how many people are getting on and off. Besides... besides Blake wants to go on it. I can't look like a chicken. What would she think? No, no. It will be safe. I hope...'
Ferris wheels were never fast, but with the wind already blowing through the area Blake felt his skirt practically floating around his legs, the fabric touching lightly on his hosed legs, sending little pleasurable jolts through his body. Some of his hair was kept in place by the hair band, but that didn't stop some of it from moving about from the same wind and all of it giving Blake a lot of joy as the ride brought the pair higher and higher. Blake with a massive smile, enjoying the world below growing smaller. Turning his head he saw the horror and fear that had taken over David. While Blake was lightly holding on to the bar, David held onto it with a white knuckled death grip. The teen's body tense as he pushed himself as far back in the chair as he could and the expression on his face telling the full story, even if Blake hadn't picked up on the not so subtle body language. 'He is afraid of heights. The dummy, why didn't he say something?'
"David. David..." Blake tapped the boy's hand. "Everything is fine, you aren't in any danger." he tried to say gently. The ride was never long, but the last thing he needed was to be explaining to his mother that yes, he did go on a date with a boy and no he didn't know that the teen had a heart condition and died because he wanted to go on the big wheel that took him up high. "Hey, hey."
When no acknowledgment came Blake let out a small sigh and scooted closer to the boy in the seat. When they had sat down Blake had made sure there was as much room as possible between them to keep any attempted smooching from happening. Now though, the kid needed a distraction, something to focus on. "Hey, David, it's okay. Everyone is afraid of something, how about you just look at me, hold my hand and look at me."
Gritting his teeth David nodded his head at the pretty girl. His hand felt a bit numb when he let go of the bar to take her small delicate hand into his own. One of his fingers brushing over one of her smooth painted nails and slowly turned his head to look into her eyes. 'She has such pretty eyes.' He thought looking at the girl, loving her long lashes and her soft brown eyes.
"That's right David, it is just you and me. Nothing else, ignore everything else." He could see the tension start to ease out of the kid's body and was feeling pretty good about himself, but because no good deed goes unpunished what followed was the exact reason he had left a gap between them when he got on the ride. The young man's face descended upon his own, lips touching and Blake just let it happen. It was not their first kiss, not their first kiss today and he imagined thing would have gotten awkward if he suddenly turned his face to avoid the kiss when he had been telling the kid to focus on him. Blake felt David's lips moving, his head slowly start shifting one way, and then the other. Not sure why, but Blake found himself kissing back, smelling the bodywash David had to have used to clean off all that sweat from working out doors to afford this date. Blake felt a warm hand touch his pantyhose covered knee, sliding up to his thigh just under the skirt. "Mmmm" It felt good and without a real thought when Blake felt David's touch touch his lips he opened his mouth to accept it. As the warm strong hand gently squeezed the flesh of his leg Blake imagined his own running up Aunt Heather's long legs or sliding up Liz's, up and under the long skirt of the summer dress she wore.
It wasn't until David's tongue was sliding up against his own that mental alarm bells started to sound. Snapping open his eyes, Blake, not sure when he had actually closed them he pressed one hand atop David's that was under his skirt and the other on the boy's chest to push him back. 'That got out of control!'
"Wow!" David said, taking a deep breath and unable to look away from the captivating girl next to him. "I think I know what I want to do with my winnings from the bet." David said thinking about a booth they had passed earlier.
Considering what had just happened and what had happened in the theater, Blake went off his own life experiences. Whenever Liz said he would get something special he really only thought of one thing and giving a blow job to David was out of the question. "David." He tried to say gently, pulling the boy's hand out from under his skirt, but keeping it between his own to make sure the kid didn't try again. "What happened in the movie theater... we should talk about that." Blake said moving towards the conclusion of this, how it would never happen again.
"Oh yeah that was amazing! Do you want to do that again? Not up here though, maybe back in the car... wait." David said, trying to calm the burst of sexual excitement.
Blake's eyes went wide, that wasn't what he was about to say and the fact the kid leaped to that conclusion left him speechless at a time he really should be talking. While Blake wasn't sure how the young man next to him got to that line of thinking, he wasn't self aware enough to realize he went to very similar places if his girlfriend even gave him the quote right look.
"If you want to, yeah, but I'm not going to use me winning a bet for that. I would never make you do something you didn't want to do." David said knowing he would feel like the world's biggest creep if he went down that path 'Hey friends, yeah I got a blow job from a girl I like. No she didn't say she wanted to, but I won a bet so she had to.' he thought, ignoring his date's own agency.
"Good, good. We can do anything else you want, anything." Blake waved his hand at the fair around them as the ride was coming to its end. "You want to pet and feed the pigs, let's do that. Want to lose more money playing a rigged game, yeah that sounds good."
"No..." David rubbed the back of his neck as he worked up the nerve to ask a question. "Blake, do you like me?" He tried to give the pretty brunette his most confident smile.'She has to, right?' The teen asked himself, his insecurities not letting little things like just making out on a fair ride or getting a hand job over his pants the day before be calculated in the equation.
"David..." The question was an uncomfortable one, he didn't want to hurt the kid, but he also didn't know when another perfect chance to let him down, and do it gently would come up. 'Those stupid puppy dog eyes!' Blake just couldn't do it, it felt very much like kicking a puppy when all it wanted was a little attention. "Of course I do, silly. Why else would I be here on a date with you? It isn't like Miss Liz and Aunt Heather made me."
"Okay, good, because I really like you and... did you say Aunt Heather?"
"No, no, we don't need to talk about that. So... what did you have in mind?" Blake said changing subjects as the bar that locked them in was released.
"I saw a booth, I thought it would be fun. I just need to run to get a piece of candy first! Stay right here!"
Blake wasn't sure what to make of what David said, or the fact that he just ran off, leaving him next to a ride by himself. "Tell a boy you like him and watch him run away. I guess that is how it works, somehow."
The feminized young man of course wasn't that lucky, David soon returned with no sign of what he went to go purchase. They then walked hand in hand to what David wanted to do for winning his bet. "This is it!" David said pointing at a booth run by an older overweight man in a three piece suit and an elderly lady also dressed like she was going to work in an office. The sign above them said Ceremonies, and then went on to list everything they did.
The booth was at least a little familiar to Blake, the people in the booth were workers of the state and they performed fake little ceremonies, mostly for kids and it looked like David had a juvenile side to him and wanted to get fake married like some tweens or little kids would want to do because they think it is fun. "Oh, I didn't know I was attending a wedding."
Feeling a bit sheepish, David nodded. "Yeah, I mean if you think it is stupid we don't have to."
'I agreed to go on any ride he wanted, and then I had to go and open my mouth and say we could do anything. I could just tell him no, it would be easy... just like kicking a puppy.' Giving the larger male a small squeeze to his hand Blake walked forward with him to the booth. "No, sounds fun."
Soon Blake found himself with a cheap vail in his hair,hanging backwards to just about mid back. The place had a box of them and it was something he would oh so luckily get to keep as a keepsake from the fake little marriage. Standing next to David in his checkered red shirt, Blake watched him pull a piece of candy in a wrapper from his pocket, pulling the plastic off to reveal a candy ring. 'He went and bought a ring pop. Dammit that is good.' Blake wasn't sure he was happy about the kid two years his junior having more game than him. He wasn't without it he mentally corrected, otherwise he wouldn't have Liz and she was amazing. On a weird kick lately, but she also had given him multiple reasons, namely her hand and mouth to go along.
"Alright David, I mean Mr. Mauro." The large man gave the eighteen year old boy a nod. He hadn't seen the boy since him and his younger brother came to the clerk of the court office with their mother years ago. He thought the boy's mother Heather a great addition to his staff, actually caring about having customer service and her outgoing nature and friendliness helped others do the same. It felt good to run an office like that instead of the dreary soul crushing job for the department next to theirs. The DMV didn't know the meaning of the phrase customer service. "Good evening Miss Downings. Your... David here has a few words he would like to say as we start the ceremony."
Clearing his throat David held out the ring pop, it felt like a good idea before, but now it felt childish and was happy Blake was going along with it. He was aware this wasn't something people did when they were adults... or adult-adjacent, but she said that she liked him and, and... while this was just the second date he didn't want to see anyone else, he just wanted to keep dating her. "Blake Downings, we gather here..." David looked around at the fair, at his mothers boss and one of her coworkers who were working the booth. "For our fake wedding and with this ring I want to ask, will you be my girlfriend?"
'He didn't... he just did, but he... DAMMIT! MOM! DAD! LIZBETH AND, AND AUNT HEATHER!' the feminized man yelled the names of those pushing and forcing, making him play this part. 'David is in town, for what? A few more days before he goes off to church camp or wherever it is. Okay, okay.' Holding up a trembling hand Blake looked between the candy ring and his painted nails, they weren't the same color, but they matched. "So long as you will be my boyfriend." Telling the eighteen year old no before they walked up to the booth felt like it would have been a lot nicer than rejecting him now in front of others. That time had passed though and if he said no, he would... maybe crush the kid and they still had to at least ride home together and then live in the same house for the rest of the week. He would tell his mother and she would tell Liz and Liz might tell his mom.
"With your ring I thee fake wed. David Mauro please face your new fake wife. Blake Downings, please face your new fake husband. With the power invested in me, you are now married, but only for pretend. You may now kiss."