Pressing her palms together Heather leaned her cheek into the back of her hand as she smiled in Blake's direction. She couldn't help thinking how cute the two were together and the way her son had jumped back from the girl when he realized she was there and how the girl had the biggest blush on her face just made it so much more precious. The moment had passed and she wanted to get moving, so she took in a deep breath, before letting out a shallow one along with a sigh. "I know the perfect place for lunch, really in the mood for some mimosas, what do you think?" she asked, looking at Lizbeth.
"That... that sounds great!" Lizbeth hadn't been twenty one for long and the fact someone she thought of as a responsible and successful adult wanted to drink with her left Lizbeth feeling a bit surprised. The surprise wasn't nearly enough to make her forget her current situation or what she had just learned about what Blake was up to, but still something pleasant.
"Great, let me go to the loo real quick and we can be on our way. I can't imagine David will take long to find a new shirt."
Feeling more than a little out of place and with his cheeks practically burning, Blake finally found the nerve to look his girlfriend in the eye when the dirty blonde older woman left the room. "Lunch? Please tell me we aren't going to lunch with them," he said pleadingly, his voice soft and light.
"Blake honey I know you are afraid of putting on weight, but you can't skip meals," Lizbeth said teasing her boyfriend, almost cracking up when he looked at her with a bewildered expression. Stepping a little closer she sat down and put her arm around her feminized little king, who felt more like a princess with the way he was dressed. "We have a bit of a problem, it looks like they are home for a week, not just a day and at the very least we have to play along with our lie till we can figure something out," she said in a hushed tone.
Liz I'm not going to do this, kid is like a gorilla! He was trying to kiss me!" While Blake matched the volume of his girlfriend's words, his had more intensity as he spoke with his eyes wide, trying to make her understand just how mad this was.
"I swear Blake Downings, if you ruin this opportunity and relationship with the Mauros there will be hell to pay. I have known them since I was sixteen when they needed a babysitter. I have earned their trust and I'm not going to have you ruin it and the money I can make because you couldn't take no for an answer when I told you that you could not come over while I was house sitting. So you..." Lizbeth stared intently into Blake's light brown eyes, letting the dramatic pause go on for just slightly too long. "Are going to be the sweet sixteen year old girl I'm watching till I can come up with a real plan. And considering David thinks you like him, it would be best if you did not disillusion him of that or he might just start looking closer at the things that don't really add up. Now, if the only thing people notice is how sweet you, the girl I'm babysitting is, then I believe I can find a way to reward you."
"You want me to..., wait, what kind of reward?" he wasn't sure what hell to pay meant, it didn't sound good and he could imagine more than one way she could hurt him, though he wasn't one hundred percent positive being found out he was a twenty year old man, pretending to be a girl or just having to act the part of a girl wouldn't be worse. The way Liz cocked her eyebrow and the corner of her mouth quirked up when she said reward instantly caught his male brain's attention.
"There is no way I would be allowed to sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend at home or here, but, no one would bat an eye if two girls slept in the same bed together," Seeing her boyfriend get an almost slack jawed gin on his face, that goofy grin she loved, as he nodded his head, told her he had gotten the idea. "Good, now I need you to play along with David. He thinks you like him, hold his hand so that his puppy love keeps blinding him to things," Lizbeth tapped his boyfriend's leg. "Like, you not sitting with your legs together and crossing your legs at the knee or ankle like a proper girl should. And... he isn't a gorilla, he's just an inch taller than me at five foot nine, heck the boy is the same height as his mother. Well the same height as Heather when she isn't wearing heels."
Blake pressed his legs together, his pantyhose covered thighs touching at Liz's prodding. His eyes drifted down her own body to the heels she was wearing, something she hardly ever did around him. She was already taller than his five foot four by four inches, the heels just exaggerated that and while what she wore now made her even taller than David. The eighteen year old boy wasn't that much taller than him, at least on paper, but five inches felt like miles when the boy with a larger build than him was leaning over him, as if what he was wearing didn't make him feel vulnerable enough. "Just hold his hand?"
"That and be nice to him, remember our first date? We held hands and I was the one to initiate it, you were a nervous wreck and most boys are and David won't be any different."
Convinced to go along with the crazy plan, thanks to both the threat of hell being cast upon him and unsaid sexual rewards, Blake was soon climbing into the back of the Mauro's minivan with David. The teen had been told to go change his shirt, but to Blake it looked like and smelled like all the kid did was put on some more deodorant and add a small amount of cologne. 'Least he doesn't smell bad and wasn't stupid enough to bathe in the stuff like some guys I know.'
Buckling himself in felt a bit different for Blake, the strap that went across his chest had often been a problem with his height, but now that he had a chest, fake or not it really wasn't comfortable. The way it wanted to press between fake tits had him adjust the shoulder strap so it came under his arm instead of over his shoulder. 'Okay, Blake, just hold his hand and be nice. You can be nice, think of it like holding a toddlers hand to keep them from running off. Dad would say there was nothing wrong with two boys holding hands anyways. Just hold the hand of the toddler... the toddler gorilla.' Unable to help himself, Blake rolled his eyes at the thought of his father saying there was nothing wrong with platonic friends, male or female, from physically expressing it. He was a therapist, specializing in children and sometimes it felt more like it was his job to just say things in order to embarrass him than to see patients. "So umm..." Blake said, starting before he really knew what to say to the boy, so he just grabbed his hand to cover up his not so brilliant plan to start a conversation. "I thought you were going to change shirts?" he finally finished his sentence, while he felt his hand being almost completely encompassed by the younger man's larger hand.
Clearing his throat David nodded rapidly as a grin slowly took over his face as he felt the cute girl want to hold hands. When he had gone up to his room he felt so incredibly happy that Blake liked him, but then immediately started to question if she really did and was just being nice. He had removed his shirt and grabbed another just like it from his closet. David had never been a creative type person and many of his clothes were just a copy of something else he had. The boy just felt if something worked, then you didn't need to change it. That went doubly so for anything of his that a girl complimented him on or even hinted at liking. His current polo shirt was relatively new, his last girlfriend saying she liked him in polo shirts so he got one just like the one he had been wearing that day. "I um, I did," he said pulling down on the bottom of his shirt and trying to sit up a little straighter. "Do you like it?" David asked, hoping what he had been told in the past held up under another girl's scrutiny.
"You look, umm handsome and dashing," Blake blinked twice trying to think why he said that, having no idea that to David it looked like the girl he had a crush on was batting her eyelashes at him. 'Dashing? Handsome? Liz said be nice but come on brain!' Blake mentally sighed but figured the compliment wouldn't hurt. He recalled a girl once telling him that she liked his hair years ago when his parents had just been too busy for over a month to get him a haircut. The memory and how happy he had been that day was still vivid in his memory. He didn't know about other boys, but he didn't get many compliments from girls and that one had affected him enough that he still wore his hair a bit long. Considering the way he was dressed now though he needed to get it cut.
Blake had been lost in his thoughts when he noticed David's mother looking at him through the rear view mirror and could clearly see the smile on her face. A sidewards glance to the boy he was holding hands with allowed him to see what she was seeing. David was looking forward at nothing, his eyes wide, so very wide, his cheeks having a light blush while he smiled. Turning his own head to the side Blake put his face in his open hand to try to now cover his own large that came to his face. He tried to tell himself this wasn't a big deal, but the way the kids mother looked at him, at them made it feel so much worse.
"I umm, like your dress and shoes," David finally said, remembering advise he had gotten from his mom about talking to girls and while he wasn't exactly doing as she had advised him he was doing his best. 'She called me handsome! AND DASHING!' Her words filled his mind and suddenly he wasn't sure he knew how to sit or how to move his body correctly. 'I'm holding her hand, what should I do with the other hand? Am I sitting up straight enough? Am I sitting up too straight and looking like a weirdo!? Wait she called me handsome, should I tell her she is pretty? Did I wait too long? Is it too late?'
"Umm, thanks, I got them from Liz."
Unseen from the two in the back seat of the van Lizbeth hand her hands clenched into happy little fists as she pulled her arms up to her chest as she looked over to Heather with a cheery, toothy smile as the two pretended not to pay attention to what was happening in the of the van. Just listening and seeing, the little that she could in the mirrors was so beyond cute to her. It was like well... it was like two teens unsure of themselves fumble along as they tried to get one another to like them. Knowing Blake was a boy and getting attention he didn't actually want made it so much better on a much deeper level. 'This shouldn't turn me on so much... or at all.' She considered the odd feelings at what she thought might be the start of an odd kink she was just discovering. 'Thoughts for another time Liz, introspection later, fun for now.'
"Well, they look great on you, I mean you are really pretty Blake." David wanted to put his arm around her again, pull her close. The seatbelts would stop the sitting closer part and he didn't dare let go of her hand.
"Pretty?!" Blake's voice quivered slightly. His mother called him a handsome man, his father had said "looking good" on more than one occasion, they hardly counted. Liz told him he was handsome, she had said he was her sexy man, her sexy little king, but even though the compliments made him happy his self confidence always made him question if they were true, it wasn't like girls gave him many compliments. Being called pretty was a new one and the worst part about it was that he knew David was being honest. Blake had seen himself in the mirror, but didn't like his own thoughts of looking like a pretty girl being voiced out into the world, making it more true than it should be.
"Oh, I mean, pretty hardly fits. Really you are beautiful and I hope you not only see that when you look in the mirror, but feel it too," David repeated the words he just said out loud in his own mind. She didn't seem to take being called pretty well and he agreed with her, it wasn't a powerful enough word and what he came up with next he was pretty sure he had to have stolen it from a movie or tv show, no way his mind came up with something so good on the spot, but still he gave himself a mental high five.
'Kill me now.' Blake thought looking forward, out to the world beyond the windshield and saw his girlfriend's head turned, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. 'Maybe we will get in a car wreck and I will die, saved from this... whatever this is.' Seeing Liz nod, he was sure it was for him, like she was telling him to go on, that he knew what to say back, but he really didn't. "Thanks... I'm not, but thank you."