Rock Chicks

My sister managed to get her hands on four tickets to see AC/DC at the EnormoDome. I was really jealous because they'd sold out in minutes and being almost sixteen, I didn't have the money to book one... and even if I did, Mum reckoned I was a little too young for such a big concert venue.

On my sixteenth birthday my sister gave me a card along with an apathetic apology for not getting me a gift to go with it. I was a little disappointed. She normally buys me a CD or something but this time she gave the impression that my sixteenth birthday wasn't important... certainly not important enough to warrant spending more than a pound or two on a birthday card. Of course I feigned gratitude as I peeled the envelope open... but felt utterly disappointed having only received a card from her. I opened the card to read her message and couldn’t believe my eyes... for there, inside the card is one AC/DC ticket for the EnormoDome in six weeks time. 

I was over the moon that I'd be going along with my sister and her friends and could barely contain my excitement... in fact I couldn't!

“Now there are conditions Matty.” my sister told me.

“Yeah I know... no drinking, keep away from the mosh pit.” I said.

“Definitely no drinking!” she said, winking at me.

Mum surprised me and said I could drink if I wanted, providing I was sensible. “But please don't wander off... I know how hard it is to find people in a place like that... you pop to the loo and spend about an hour trying to find your place in the crowd again.”

My excitement only grew as the weeks passed and the big gig got nearer and nearer. There'll be me, my sister Isabel (or Izzy), her best friend Terrie, who'll be driving us and Cat, or Catherine, another of my sisters close friends. I've known them since I was that annoying little brother but they're really nice to me these days.

The doors open at 7pm and the EnormoDome is a three hour drive. Mum's booked us a double room in a Travelodge and drives us over to Terrie's house long before noon on the day of the gig. If the traffic's bad it could take four or five hours, so we're planning to set off in good time so there's plenty of time for them to get ready.

Izzy and I chat in the lounge whilst Terrie's getting herself ready, although Izzy is called upon to help, leaving me alone in the lounge. Cat arrives and goes up to Terrie's room. Izzy comes down. After twenty minutes, Cat and Terrie are still upstairs. I’m watching the clock. It's nearing noon and I'm eager to set off. “Why can't they get ready when we get there?” I whine. “We'll be booking into the Travelodge anyway.”

“Yeah but the rooms are tiny... they won't have a proper dressing table and we'd have to take straighteners, hair dryers, vanity cases...” she said, explaining why it's best to get ready first.

“Izzy!” a voice hollered from upstairs.

“Yeah?” my sister hollered back.

“You two coming up?” the voice hollered.

Izzy stood but I said I’d best stay down, not wanting to invade whilst they're busy getting ready. “They're ready, it's fine.” she said.

“Yeah but you'll be getting ready.” I said.

“...and so will you.”

“I am ready.”

“Not quite.” she said, grabbing the small travel case we'd brought.

Being a sixteen year old fan of rock music, my hair hangs dankly on my shoulders. I'm not so bothered if it looks tidy so long as it looks long and therefore, I look like a rocker. I've got my AC/DC T-shirt on, a pair of stonewashed boot cut jeans and my trusty Converse plimsolls. I looked as good as I wanted to look, and I certainly looked like I'd belong at a heavy metal concert... however my sister offered to straighten my hair, which she's done before and it did look good. My concern was that it'd take ages and the clock is ticking, but Izzy assured me that we've got loads of time, and the gig won't start 'til 8pm meaning we've got the best part of eight hours to do a three hour journey, and we don't want to arrive too early. “OK.” I replied, before following her up stairs.

When I arrived in Terrie's room, I first complimented her posters; Maiden, Sabbath, Saxon and Priest... the four cornerstones of British heavy metal, before casting my gaze around her room. My sister opened our case and put a short leather skirt and a black vest top with a glittery AC/DC print on the bed. “Is that what you're wearing Izzy?” I asked as she put an unopened box of fishnet tights alongside them.

“Well... you remember when I said there's certain conditions to us taking you to see AC/DC...” my sister began.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Well this is one of them.” she told me.

“What is?” I ignorantly asked.

“Your outfit.”

“I can't wear that!” I gasped.

“Course you can...” my sister told me. “...and when we've finished with you, no one will think you're a guy.” she claimed, putting some black underwear items with the skirt and top.

“But... I am a guy Izzy!”

“Yes, but tonight Matthew...” Isabel said, mimicking the Stars in their Eyes catchphrase, “...you're going to be ...a rock chick!” she grinned.

“I'm not dressing as a girl.” I fearfully exclaimed, gulping at the formerly 'cool' outfit on the bed.

“You've done it before.” she stated.

“Yeah but... that was just for a laugh.”

“It's the only way to guarantee that you won't leave my side.” Izzy replied, “...and that's one condition that Mum laid down.” she added, explaining that the girls toilets are on one side of the EnormoDome and the guys are on the other and she's not prepared to escort me every time I need the loo. “Plus... I don't really want my little brother in tow... I wanna turn you into a rock chick.” she grinned.

I couldn't believe she was being serious. I looked at Cat and Terrie who both bore beaming grins. “Go on Matty.” Cat encouraged. “You'll look ace.”

“And you've done it before.” Terrie added. “You looked well cute.”

“I was ten!” I whined. My sister reckoned I was twelve when she and Teresa dressed me as a girl. Mum was out, I was bored and wanted to hang out with my sister and her friend, but they didn't want to hang out with a boy so... thinking about it, I guess I should have expected something like this from them.

My sister has dressed me up in her old clothes on several occasions before and since then when we've been home alone. Usually I've been bored and pestering to hang out with her. She's dressed me in her old school uniform, a bridesmaid dress, one of her party dresses, little shorts and cute T shirts.

“We can either spend all afternoon talking you into it and risk missing the start of the concert, or you can back out and I'll tout your ticket on the door... or you can get changed now and you'll have plenty of time to get used to being a rock chick.”

“You are joking aren't you?” I asked. My sister smiled and shook her head. She reminded me that I said the outfit she'd put together looked cool. “It does... but not on me.” I grimaced at the ensemble. “That skirt looks awfully short all of a sudden.” I said.

“Well if' it's too short, we'll find another one.” Terrie said. “...and if you're not keen on wearing fishnets, I've got normal tights.” she added.

“I'm not keen on wearing tights at all.” I grimaced.

“Well you don't have to.” my sister Izzy said, reminding me that I've already shaved my legs and it'd only take five minutes to give them a 'quick whiz' to get them smooth.

“You've shaved your legs?” Cat exclaimed. I felt myself blush as she added, “You're halfway there!”

A couple of weeks earlier I'd entered the junior category of a triathlon; a ten mile bike ride, five mile run and half mile swim... I did far worse than I’d hoped and didn't get anywhere near the podium... but I did consider myself a serious competitor and in order to relay that to the other competitors, I shaved my legs. Plenty of male athletes shave theirs and it was my sister who'd talked me into shaving mine. She even convinced me to shave my armpits too, and all of a sudden I know why!

“I can't go to the EnromoDome dressed as girl Izzy!” I stated. “What will people think?”

“They'll be too busy watching the stage to even notice you.” she replied. “No one will think anything and like I said, it's not optional.”

“But!” I frowned.

“You've always let me dress you up in the past.”

“But that was inside, behind closed doors... not outside where people will see me!”

“We're going to London... no one will know you and for all anyone knows, you're one of four girls going to a concert.”

“'til I speak, then they'll know I'm not a girl.”

“Who?” my sister quizzed.

“People.” I retorted.

“What people?”

“People in the hotel, people in the shops, people at the concert.”

“We'll do all the talking when we're booking in and buying food... you can be the cute shy type... just smile and nod.” she said.

I wasn't at all keen on dressing as a girl but my sister told me that it wasn't optional. If I'm adamant that I wont, then I wont go to the concert, it's as simple as that. “Mum won't be happy if I go home and tell her that you wouldn't let me go unless I dressed as a girl.” I stated.

“I'll just tell her that it was to ensure we don't get separated.” my sister replied. “And it was me who bought your ticket, not Mum... so it's me who calls the shots.” she said.

I wanted nothing more than to go and see AC/DC and knew I'd regret it if I did back out... so with a heavy heart and huge sulk, I agreed. It took ages to remove my leg hair for the triathlon, today it's just a quick ten minute whiz in the bath to remove the stubble from both my legs and pits. I sit wearing Terrie's bathrobe whilst she paints my nails in a really dark purple shade. Meanwhile, my sister is straightening my hair whilst Cat cleanses, then powders my face ready for my make-up. “I can't believe I’m doing this.” I said as all three of them simultaneously tended to me.

Once my hair was done they began working on my make-up. It was a committee run process with plenty of bickering and disagreements over how my eyes could look, what shade of lipstick I should wear, what to do with my eyebrows... My sister asked my opinion and I suggested that they do what they like. “...so long as I don't look like a sixteen year old boy when you've finished.” I said, suggesting just one of them does my make-up because the clock really is ticking.

Terrie ended up taking charge and for no other reason than expediency, I allowed her to tidy my eyebrows rather than waste another ten minutes discussing it. “Just don't take too much off.” I pleaded. “I don't want to look like a guy tonight but I really don't want to look like a girl tomorrow.”

“Don't worry.” Terrie said. “You're in good hands.” she assured, before taking a little more off.

I honestly thought having my eyebrows plucked would hurt more than it did, but it was OK. My main fear was how much of them she'd left behind. She handed me a mirror. I bit my lip but agreed that my eyebrows looked tidy rather than overtly feminine, however once she'd defined them with an eyebrow pencil, they looked very feminine indeed. My smoky black eye-liner at first looked like I had black eyes, but theirs was similar to mine; dark, moody, vampish and most definitely 'rock'. My lips were painted a deep dark red which next to my pale even skin tone reminded me of gothic chic rather than rock chick, but it's near enough. Once my make up was done, my sister decided that she wanted to put my hair in French plaits but I wasn't keen... until she reminded me that the girlier I can look, the better and plaits are girlier than wearing my hair down, she claimed. “But how long will it it take?” I asked, glancing at the time.

“It'll be quicker if we skip the twenty questions.” my sister dryly stated. She parted my hair in the centre, then parted each half again and began braiding. I winced as she tugged at my hair. She told me to stop whining and assured me that tight braids would look 'cool'. A good twenty minutes passed before she was done. I looked at my reflection and wasn't disappointed. With my pale even skin and heavy dark make-up, the four tight plaits looked great. “I look mean.” I said. “Like a Klingon.” I grinned. They grinned too and Terry asked if I was ready to get dressed. I bit my lip and gulped. “No.” I grimaced. “But...” I hesitantly added.

“I'll take that as a yes.” my sister said. “Now you'll have to wear control knickers to flatten your boy-bits.” she told me. “...and a bra to un-flatten your chest.” she smiled.

“A bra!” I gulped.

“You're supposed to be a sixteen year old girl remember.”

“I know but...”

“No buts Matty... you're wearing a bra.” Terrie told me. I grimaced as I took the underwear from my sister. The straps confused me. “Did he wear a bra the last time you dressed him up?” she asked my sister.

“No.” Izzy replied said. “He didn't even wear knickers.” she added before turning to me. “Don't just look at them Matt, we haven't got all day.”

With my back to the girls and Terrie's bathrobe to hide behind, I pulled on the control knickers. “These are really tight.” I said as I arranged myself inside their strong elasticated grip.

“They're supposed to be.” I was told. My sister had already unpacked and gathered the tights. She held them ready for me to put my toes in.

“I think I’d prefer normal black tights.” I said as I pulled the black fishnets up my legs “These look too...”

“Tarty?” Cat suggested.

“Something like that.” I frowned.

“Matthew they look great.” I was told as the short leather skirt was handed to me.

I stepped into the skirt and pulled up the zip. It has jeans style pockets on the back and front, all of which seem to too small to be of any practical purpose. I hesitated before removing the bathrobe and revealing my bare chest to my sister and her friends. Donning the bra didn't make me feel any more comfortable. I put my arms through its straps and got them onto my shoulders before my sister stepped in and fastened it for me. “I can't believe I'm doing this.” I grimaced as I looked down at the unfamiliar garment.

“So you keep saying.” my sister replied. Terrie and Cat grinned as my shoulder straps were adjusted to the correct length. Its straps and chest band are about 10-12mm wide. Its padded cups are trimmed with a little black lace and sit unconvincingly on my chest. I pull the stretchy lace crop top on over it which makes my chest look a little more convincing. “You're looking pretty hot Tilly.” Izzy grinned.

“Tilly?” I quizzed.

“Well you need a girl name and I figured Matilda would be a good one as it can be shortened to either Matty or Tilly.” she told me. “I like Tilly best but if one of us slips up and calls you Mat or Matty...” she shrugged.

“You've really though this through haven't you.” I dryly said.

“I've been planning it for months.” she grinned.

“Well thanks for finally letting me know.” I replied, somewhat sarcastically.

“Do you think he needs a bit more padding?” she asked her friends.

“Try the vest first.” Cat suggested. I timidly suggested my own trusty AC/DC T-shirt but was told in no uncertain terms that I'd be wearing a girl's one. Izzy hands me the vest and I pull it on. It's skinny fit hugs my new curves. Its racer back style leaves the broad lacy straps of my crop top and the thin black straps of my bra on display. It's scooped neck reveals more of my crop top which conceals the fact that I don't have a cleavage. Taking the girls' advice, I tuck the top into my skirt and bashfully receive their compliments. “You look loads better than I thought you would!” Cat grinned.

“Oh I knew we'd pull it off.” my sister said. “This is gonna be a night you'll never forget.”

“You can say that again!” I frowned. “I've no idea what I’m going to say at school on Monday... I’ve been boasting about this for weeks.” I said. “How was the AC/DC concert?... what did you wear? Err....” I mimicked.

“I very much doubt your friends will ask what you wore Matty.” my sister retorted. “They won't even ask.” she reckoned.

“Yeah I guess.” I frowned. “...and shouldn't it be Tilly?” I said, casting my eyes longingly towards the jeans and T-shirt I thought I’d be wearing. My eyes found my trusty old Converse plimsolls. “You're not gonna make me wear heels are you?” I asked.

“Do you want to?” Terrie asked.

“Not really... won't my Converse do?” I asked. The style is as common amongst guys as well as girls.

“Yeah but.... depending on what size you are, how about my Converse?” Terrie asked, revealing a pair of all black knee high baseball boots.

“You're kidding?!” I gasped. “They're awesome!”

“I had a feeling you'd you'd like 'em.” Terrie grinned, enquiring my shoe size. “What’s that in European?” she asked.

“Forty.”

“These are 39 so they should be OK.” she replied, unfastening the side zip and handing one to me. “And be careful not to snag your tights when you're zipping them up.” she advised as I pushed my foot inside.

“Have you any idea how strange it is hearing advice like that?” I chuckled as I pulled the zip.

“How does it fit?”

“Fine.” I said as I stood with just the one boot on. “Thanks.” I said as she handed me the other. “These are well cool.” I said as I stood with both boots on.

“You look well cool.” they told me. “All you need is some accessories.”

“Accessories?”

“Yeah... belt, bangles, rings, a necklace or three.” Terrie replied, adding “Earrings.”

“I don't have my ears pierced.”

“You don't need to.”

Whilst I'm having numerous metal and leather bangles placed around my wrists, a black velvet choker fastened around my neck, and some clip on earrings attached to my ear lobes and a studded belt slung around my hips, my sister is quickly changing her clothes. “Wow!” I exclaimed. She's wearing a pair of short black denim shorts with four short suspender straps attached. From these a pair of black stockings hang. On her feet is a pair of ankle high biker boots with chunky heels, and on her back is a sheer black mesh top which leaves the black lace bra beneath fully exposed. She tells me that had I refused to wear my skirt, then I’d have been wearing her shorts instead, with the stockings. “I think you wear those far better than I could.” I claimed.

“And you wear that just as well as any of us.” Izzy complimented. Terrie and Cat agreed. “Right... are we ready?” she asked. It's now gone 2.00pm and we're getting into the territory of cutting it fine. My sister still needs to do her make-up but says she can do it in the car on the way. “We've got Matthew ready and that's the main thing.” she said

“Tilly.” I corrected.

“Sorry... Tilly.” Isabel grinned.

We headed downstairs and Terrie quickly said goodbye to her mother

“Now drive safely Teresa.” Terrie's mother said as she cast her eyes over us. I'm wearing my hair in braids, the ends of which brush my shoulders. Like the others, my face is pale and make-up dark, stark and maybe a little bit scary. Cat's gone for an Angus inspired schoolgirl look; black over knee socks, a short plaid skirt with punky buckles and a little exposed netting beneath its knife pleats, a white blouse and a loosely tied boy's school tie. My sister's wearing her daring suspender shorts with stockings and a see-through top and Terrie's wearing a short distressed denim skirt, thick black tights and a skinny fit AC/DC T-shirt. “You've got your tickets and everything?” Terrie's mother checked, before commenting on my sister's very 'daring' outfit.

“Yeah... not sure what Mum would say, but it's not everyday we go to see AC/DC.” my sister replied, “...and my brother's being most daring of all.” she added, resting her hand on my shoulders.

“Oh my gosh Matthew I didn't recognise you!” Terrie's mother exclaimed. “I thought you were still upstairs!”

“Errr.” I gulped, not really knowing what to say. Terrie informed her mother that today, for one day only, I'm Matilda, or Tilly, or maybe even Matty. Her mother looked me up and down and asked if I was wearing Teresa's boots. “Yeah.” I bashfully replied.

“Does your mother know you're going dressed like that?” Terrie's mother asked.

“Err... no.” I timidly replied. My sister told her that if we're all 'girls' together, I won't get lost going to the loo or anything.”

“Oh... right.. well.” he mother cautiously replied. “Have a good time.” her mother said, clearly perplexed at my appearance. “...and drive safely Teresa.” she told her daughter.

“I will.” Terrie assured.

We bundled into the car. “I don't think your Mum was too impressed with what you've done to me.” I said.

“I think she was just shocked.” Terrie replied, chuckling.

“I think she was more than shocked.” I replied.

“Look at it this way.” Cat said. “If Terrie's mum didn't recognise you... you've nothing at all to worry about.” she added before asking if I was OK and reiterating that I look great.

“Well it's too late to go back and change.” I said as the engine started and the car rolled off the driveway. Izzy and I shared the back seat. She grinned at me and I nervously smiled back. “I can't believe I'm actually doing this.” I said.

“I can.” Izzy replied, grinning even more.

“You really do look great... no one's going to suspect you're a boy.” Cat told me.

“Not until I speak.” I said. “I don't exactly sound like a girl.”

“It's gonna be so loud that no one's going to hear anything over the guitars, bass and drums.” Cat said, before suggesting that if I’m planning on shouting my appreciation, to try to scream rather than bellow.

“Yeah... good advice.” I replied describing a scene; me bellowing 'Angus … ... Angus … ... Angus' at the top of my voice and people looking round and thinking It's coming from that cute girl!”

“At least you know you're cute.” my sister said. “I know I keep saying it but you look way better than I thought you would.

We chatted, listened to music, watched the scenery all the way down the M1. My sister apologised because she couldn't help but glance at my chest. “You suit being a girl.” she said. “What's it like wearing your first bra?” she asked.

“Weird.” I replied, glancing down at my chest. “It does make me feel kinda girlie though.” I coyly added.

“Good.” she grinned. “I can put some more padding in if you'd like bigger tits.”

“Err... no thanks, these are big enough I think.” I said, putting my hand on my small yet noticeable boobs. My eyes dropped to my fishnet tights and short leather skirt. It's the very last thing I expected to be wearing to my very first rock concert. I was already both anxious and excited at the prospect of seeing AC/DC at the EnormoDome, and I'm now feeling that tenfold. “I'm glad I’m wearing this and not those shorts.”

After a couple of hours driving, we stopped at a service station so Terrie could have a break from driving and the rest of us could stretch our legs. I felt a little too shy to actually go into the service station, so loitered in the car park with Cat and smoked a cigarette. “Is that supposed to happen?” I asked, seeing my deep red lipstick imprinted on the filter.

Cat grinned and nodded, showing me the red imprint on her cigarette. “That's why we spend so much time reapplying it.” she asked, before asking if my sister knows I smoke.

“Yeah I think so... Mum doesn't, so far as I know.” I replied.

An articulated lorry trundled past, it's deep bellowing horn sounded and the driver whistled and gestured at us as he passed. “Does that happen often?” I asked.

“Often enough.” Cat replied. “You've probably done it yourself when you see some fit girls in short skirts.”

“Nah... wolf-whistles are really cheesy and that fist gesture belongs in a Carry On film.” I replied.

“Are you cold?” she asked.

“No... I just need a piss.”

“Ahhh...” she said. “Come on, I'll take you.”

“Doesn't one of us need to wait with the car?”

“Errr... yeah... can you hang on?”

I nodded and sucked on my cigarette. Cat looked me up and down... again. “What?” I asked.

“Oh nothing... just liking your look.” she said. “I think guys look great in girl's clothes.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.” she shrugged. “It kinda knocks the alpha out of the male.” she said, describing a former boyfriend who could be a real tosser at times. “I used to get him to wear my lingerie... under his own clothes.” she informed me.

“Like what?”

“Stockings, suspenders, a satin teddy.” she grinned. “He was always really timid when we went out, nothing like the tosspot he could be sometimes.”

“He was probably petrified that someone would find out what he was wearing underneath.”

“Maybe... he dumped me on Valentine's Day last year... after I bought him some lingerie of his own.”

“So he wasn't into it then?”

“Nah.” she frowned. “I think he was more worried that people might find out...” she said. “Oh, here they are.”

I turned to see my sister and Terrie crossing the car park with a tray of Starbucks coffees. Cat and I approached. “Four sodding fifty for a coffee!” Izzy exclaimed. Cat gave Terrie the car key. “Where you two going?” Izzy asked.

“Just taking Tilly to the loo.” Cat replied.

“Oh, OK.” they chuckled. “Don't forget to sit down.” my sister teased.

“Very funny.” I groaned.

“I'm being serious.” she chuckled

Entering the service station was a fearful experience. It's wasn't hugely busy but the few people who were coming and going through the double doors worried me. All it needed was one of them to spot the female imposter and out me, then everyone would be looking in my direction and ridiculing me. I focus on the reflection of Cat and I as we approach approach the glass doors. I think I prefer her pleated skirt to my leather one. She tells me to be brave. “Is it that obvious how nervous I am?” I asked

“You're breathing pretty heavily.” she told me. “Just relax.” she said as we pushed the doors open.

“I'm trying to.” I said as we stepped inside and headed directly to the toilets. I feel like a total impostor as we enter the ladies. There seems to be no one else in there and I quickly enter a cubicle, lock the door and wipe the seat before hitching up my skirt, pulling down my tights and knickers and sitting. In my brief moment of solitude, I ran my fingers over my knees; fishnet clad and supper smooth. After a moment I'd finished and pulled up the knickers... blimey they're tight, I thought as I tucked myself into them. I exit the cubicle and wash my hands. I can barely recognise my reflection in the mirror. If I saw a rock chick who looked just like me I’d fancy her, which is a pretty weird thing to think. Cat leaves her cubicle and we soon exit the ladies, past the arcade machines, news stand and coffee shop, eventually out into the car park and back to the car where my sister and Terrie stand smoking cigarettes.

“You OK Tilly?” Izzy asked as we approached, looking me up and down. I smiled and nodded. “You do look cool.” she said before sucking on her cigarette then handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I shyly replied, glancing down at my knee high boots, fishnet tights and short leather skirt. “Is this a joint?” I asked, noticing it wasn't a normal cigarette. She nodded and exhaled. I took a couple of tokes and handed it to Cat. She asked if I’ve smoked pot before and I nodded.

“Cool.” Cat said, drawing on it herself and handing it to Terrie.

“Nah.” Terrie said. “Driving.” she added. We passed it around the three of us then chucked the roach into the bushes. “Shall we get going?”

We climbed back in the car and I shuffled in my seat. “These things aren't exactly convenient.” I commented as I pulled my skirt down over my lap.

“No but it looks good.” Izzy said. “...and you wear it well.” she added.

“Really?” I quizzed. She said she'd noticed how I’ve sat with my knees together for the entire journey so far and said she'd expected to have to keep reminding me not to sit like a guy. “Well it is pretty short... short enough to remind me that I'm not dressed like a guy.” I replied, before asking if my tights were supposed to provide warmth of just supposed to look good.

“They provide a bit of warmth, much like a string vest.” she told me. “Do they feel OK?” she asked.

“Yeah I guess.” I said, running my fingers over my lap. “But I've never worn normal tights so what do I know?” I added.

“Do you think you'll dress up as a girl again Matt?” Terrie asked as she reversed out of the parking space.

“He'll have to tomorrow because his own clothes are at your house.” my sister quickly retorted.

“Err... I don't know.” I said. “I can't see there being another reason to.” I mused.

“You're enjoying it though?”

“I think I'm still in a state of shock.” I dryly replied.

“I'm glad you went for it.” my sister said. “...and you totally pass as a girl.” she claimed.

“I better.” I grimaced.

“You know you do.” Cat told me. “No one batted an eyelid when we went to the loo.”

“Yeah I guess.” I replied.

Izzy began rummaging in her handbag. I watched as she placed various items of cosmetics on her lap and began to apply her make-up. I was fascinated at how adeptly she applied it... in a moving car!

“Does it take years to learn how to do that?” I asked.

“Yeah I guess.” she replied. “I'll teach you if you like.” she suggested.

“Errr.... I’m not really planning on making this a regular thing.” I said.

“Loads of guys wear eye-liner.”

“Guy-liner!” Terrie said. “Man-scara too.” she added.

“...and concealer.” Izzy claimed. “In fact, pretty much every guy you see on TV will be wearing make-up, from pop stars to news readers... they say it's because of the studio lighting but it's really so they look their best.” she said.

“I think more guys should wear make-up.” Cat claimed.

“You think guys should wear dresses and lingerie though.” Terrie said.

“They should... and not just when they're trying to pass as a girl.” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Jean-Paul Gautier says that the only item of clothing that's made specifically for a woman is a bra... everything else can be worn by either sex.” she stated. I wasn't so sure, but Cat went into lecture mode. High heels, she claimed were first made for men. When on horse back, the heels enabled them to stand in their stirrups and fire a bow & arrow more accurately. After that, Louis XIV popularised heels, and make-up, and wigs... she claimed. The skirt was a male garment and its feminine equivalent was called a petticoat. Knickerbockers were worn by boys and girl's knickers were modelled on them, although they resembled big bloomers back then... and in Victorian times, it wasn't uncommon for boys to wear dresses as their Sunday best. My sister disputed some of Cat's claims and Cat got out her smart phone, googled a page and showed her a picture of some Victorian school rules which clearly stated 'if boys wear frocks on Sundays, they must be clean'.

“Well you learn something new every day.” my sister said. “Imagine that.” she said to me.

I grimaced and bit my lip. “I suppose it must have been quite normal back then.” I said. I took a sip from my coffee and just like the cigarette I'd smoked, there's a dark red imprint on the rim of the cardboard cup and its plastic lid. “I guess I'd best top up my lipstick when I've finished this.”

“You will.” my sister smiled. She routed 'my' lipstick from her bag and handed it to me. “Keep it in your pocket.” she said.

“Thanks.” I bashfully replied. “These pockets are tiny.” I commented as I pushed it into one of the small front pockets.

“Big enough for your lippy.” Izzy smiled.

A short while later, after finishing my coffee, I asked my sister if she had a mirror. I felt nervous as I prepared to re-apply my lipstick. I can't see my whole face in the tiny vanity mirror, only bits and none of them look like me. My smoky eyes and shapely eyebrows belong to someone else. Even my skin is free of the spots and blemishes I’m used to seeing. My lips are deep and dark and red, apart from where the lipstick has come off on the cigarettes and cup rim. I take a deep breath before applying it and once done I ask my sister if it looks OK. “Perfect.” she grinned.

The motorway got considerably busier as we neared our destination... but we avoided any big tailbacks and arrived at the Travelodge in good time. “That's a relief.” I said after we electronically checked in. “I was dreading a proper receptionist looking at our booking details and saying that we're supped to be three girls and one boy.” I said as we entered the elevator. Terrie grinned at me and my sister revealed that she'd put me down as Miss M. Phillips when she booked the rooms. “Have you been planning this all along?” I asked, knowing that she'd booked the hotel when she'd secured the tickets months ago. Izzy nodded and told me that it was our mother who'd given her the idea. “How?!” I quizzed.

“Mum so was worried about you getting lost coming back from the toilets in the EnormoDome and said it wouldn't matter if you were all girls... which got me thinking, we could all be girls.” my sister told me. “I did think of running the idea by her but...” she paused. “...she wasn't happy when you wore my bridesmaids dress that time.” she added.

“Yeah.” I frowned, recalling the day, all those years ago.

“I bet he looked well cute.” Cat said. “What was it like?”

I felt myself blushing as my sister described the dress; lilac with a lace bodice and an ivory sash. I claimed I didn't like it and had only tried it for a laugh and admitted that it did feel special. “Then Mum came home earlier than expected and found me wearing it.” I stated. “She went bonkers.”

“Only because it was an expensive dress.” my sister claimed. “She wasn't bothered about you cross dressing.”

“I wasn't cross dressing. It was you dressing me up.” I stated.

“Same thing... and you have let me do it loads of times.” my sister reminded me as the lift landed at our floor.

We ceased chatting as we strolled down the long deserted corridor and found our rooms. Terrie and Cat went into their and my sister and I went into ours. The room is small with two single beds taking up much of the floorspace. There's a tiny en-suite bathroom, two small bedside cabinets and a minuscule wardrobe. “How far is it to the EnormoDome?” I asked as I peered out of the window at the unimpressive view of the back of the building next door.

“About half an hour according to Google maps.” Izzy replied as she opened our trolley case. “Here.” she said.

“What's that?”

“Some PJs.”

I took the neatly folded items. “Girl's ones?” I presumed as I unfolded them.

“Of course.” my sister replied. “What else?” she grinned.

“Supergirl.” I groaned. There's a blue T-shirt with the familiar logo in a glittery print. It's sleeves are short and gathered with that lettuce edge hem that adorns many girl's garments. The shorts are red with a yellow waist band and a lettuce edge hem around the legs. “Thanks.” I dryly said, adding “I guess I'm lucky you didn't bring me a pink nightie.”

“Well it had crossed my mind.” she teased as she checked her phone.

“How we doing for time?”

“We've got an hour before the gates open... and I guess we should grab a burger or something beforehand.”

“Yeah... I am pretty peckish.” I replied.

“Mum's asking if we're here yet.” Izzy said as she replied by text saying we'd just arrived at the hotel.

I sighed and perched on one of the beds. “I can't believe I’ve let you do this to me.” I said, staring at my fishnet clad knees and short leather skirt.

“You can't believe how great you look.” she grinned, tossing her phone on one of the beds and going into the small en-suite.

Her phone began ringing and the words 'mum calling' flashed on the screen. “It's Mum.” I hollered.

“Will you answer it.” my sister hollered back.

I took a deep breath before swiping the screen. “Hi Mum.” I said.

“Oh, I was expecting Isabel.” mum said.

“She's in the bathroom.” I said.

“How was the journey?” she asked.

“Fine.” I replied.

“You sound nervous.” Mum said.

I gulped and glanced at my reflection in the mirrored wardrobe door. “Just excited about the concert.” I replied, wondering what Mum would say if she could see me now; hair in braids, face covered in make-up, visible bra straps, leather mini skirt, fishnet tights and knee high boots.

“Well make sure you don't get separated.” Mum advised.

“I will.” I said as my sister emerged. “Izzy's here now... I'll pass you on.” I said.

“OK... have fun, be good and do exactly what your sister tells you!” Mum said.

“I will.” I coyly replied, glancing at my reflection as I passed the phone to Izzy.

“Hi Mum.” my sister said. “Yeah it's fine... tiny.” she added, presumably talking about the hotel room. “I'm sure he won't.” she said, grinning at me. “Course I'll look after him... he is sixteen!” she said. “I know ... OK ... See you tomorrow … we will … about tea time I guess … OK … bye.” she said before the call ended.

“That was weird.” I said. “Talking to Mum dressed like this.” I grimaced.

Izzy chuckled as she straightened her stockings. “You look ace Tilly.” she told me as she faced her own reflection in the narrow mirror. “Do you need a piss or owt before we go?”

“Yeah I better had.” I said. She reminded me to sit. “I don't need to in here.” I claimed.

“You're supposed to be a girl, Matilda.” my sister retorted. “Act like one.” she grinned.

“OK.” I sighed as I took myself into the tiny en-suite. I sat and squeezed out a pee, before wiping myself, squashing my bits into my constricting control knickers and pulling up my tights. I can't help but admire my dark red nails as I wash my hands. After drying them I face the mirror and my very feminine face, before digging into my pocket, removing my lipstick and carefully re-applying it, rolling my lips together just like I should. I'm nervous. Very nervous but what can I do? I convince myself that even if someone does recognise me as a female impersonator that I'll just have to grin and bear it or shrug it off. No one knows me in London and my sister and her friends will have my back... I hope!

My sister is touching up her make-up when I return and suggests I do the same. “I've just done my lippy.” I bashfully admitted.

“Ah sweet.” she smiled. “Shall I touch up your mascara or do you want to do it?”

“Erm... you'd best do it... I'll only make a mess.” I said.

“It's not that hard.” she told me. I watched as she demonstrated on herself, explaining that if I look 'through' the brush rather than at it, I'm less likely to blink and flinch when it's right next to my eye. “You try.” she said, handing me the mascara.

“You sure?” I asked. She nodded and let me sit at the compact dressing area. I confessed to feeling nervous. My sister told me to relax and reminded me to look through the brush at my reflection. I couldn't relax but went for it. It seemed strange brushing my own eyelashes. “hows that?” I asked.

“Good... try the other one.” she said.

My other eye was trickier to just get the brush in the correct position. “Being ambidextrous would probably help.” I commented as I contorted my wrist. Izzy agreed but said I was doing OK. I brushed my lashes twice before seeking approval.

“You're a natural.” she smiled. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

I sighed. I feel torn between excitement and embarrassment. “Ask me tomorrow when it's all over.” I replied. “I'm more nervous than anything.” I admitted. “I wish you'd told me I'd have to dress as a girl.” I frowned.

“You'd have got cold feet and backed out.” Izzy replied. “Anyway you're not dressed as a girl, you're a rock chick.” she grinned. “Tell you what... I'll make us a wee doobie to smoke on the way to the concert... that'll calm your nerves.” my sister suggested. “Why don't you give Cat & Terrie a knock?”

“Erm.” I gulped. “OK.” I said.

I very cautiously opened the door and covertly peeped down the corridor. Thankfully it was deserted. I knocked on the room next door. “Who is it?” A voice said.

“Me.” I replied, trying to sound feminine.

“Who?”

I gulped. “Tilly.” I replied in a similar high register. The door opened. “Izzy wants to get going soon... you ready?” I asked.

“More or less.” Cat replied, inviting me in and looking me up and down.

“Hi Terrie.” I said.

“Hiya.” she chirped as she tended her hair. “Are you ready?”

“I don't think I'll ever be ready for this.” I nervously replied. “But I'm as ready as I'll ever be I suppose.”

“That's the spirit Tilly... this is going to be night to remember.” Terrie said.

“It'd be a night to remember without me being dressed like this.” I replied, looking down at my rock-chick clothing. “We're going to see AC/DC!” I exclaimed. A moment later my sister joined us and double checked that Cat and Terrie had their tickets and ID cards. ”Have you got my ticket?”

“Yep.” she said, pulling both from her handbag.

“What if someone asks for my ID?” I quizzed.

“You don't need it.” Izzy replied. “I've got mine and you're my little sister.” she grinned.

We left the Travelodge and headed toward the EnormoDome, stopping at a burger bar for some fast fatty food which we ate perched on a wall overlooking the Thames. We had burgers and chips which were overpriced and underwhelming. The bite marks in my bun were rimmed with my lipstick and I asked if it was actually edible. “Well I wouldn't eat a whole one.” Cat jovially replied.

Izzy told me that I’d have to reapply, and once we'd finished she did her lipstick before handing me the vanity mirror. “You don't have to stare.” I bashfully said after painting my lips.

“Yeah we do.” Cat grinned. “I think you've taken to being a girl like a duck to water.” she added.

Terrie and Izzy nodded in agreement. Coyly and quietly, I told them that they're making me blush as I stuffed the lipstick back into my skirt's tiny front pocket. “Only because you know it's true.” Terrie said as she touched up her lipstick.

“I'm just trying not to look too much like a...” I lowered my tone right down. “...boy in a skirt.”

“You looking nothing at all like a bloke in a skirt.” my sister insisted as she dipped into her bag and pulled out her phone. I asked what she was doing as she tapped the screen. “Just checking the time.” she said.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Selfie time!” she grinned before holding the phone aloft, leaning into me, framing all four of us and taking a selfie. She showed it to me and I grimaced. “What's wrong with it?” she defensively asked, before showing it to Terrie and Cat.

“Nothing... it's just weird seeing a picture of four girls and I'm one of them.”

“I think it's cute.” Izzy said. “I bet I could show this to Mum and she wouldn't recognise you.”

“Don't you dare!” I gasped.

“Well I won't show her tomorrow... but in a few years time I don't think she'd mind.”

“I'd mind.” I whined. “I know I look good but I don't really want anyone knowing that I went to see the worlds best rock band dressed as a girl.”

“Fair enough.” my sister said. “I can still take photos though?” she asked.

“Yeah I guess... just, can we keep them between us?” I asked, glancing at Cat and Terrie and seeking their assurance. They nodded.

We stuffed our food wrappers in a nearby bin and continued toward the EnormoDome. Izzy pulled a pre-rolled spliff from her handbag. We shared it, then Cat lit another one and we shared that too. I became increasingly nervous as the gathering crowds of fans thickened; all headed in the same direction. Being a little stoned took the edge off and I just kept telling myself that I'm just one of four girls in a gathering crowd of thousands.

A strong sense of excitement filled the air the closer we got to the venue. A tsunami of AC/DC T-shirts swept through the gates. Izzy grabbed my hand and held it tightly as we surged through the barriers. I didn't let go as we became packed like sardines, stopping only to have our tickets scanned by the grumpy looking security guards. Once through, metal fans of all ages began to canter and gallop toward the stage, all hoping the get a good spot close to the stage. It was quite scary to be honest... not because I’m dressed as girl but because we could have so easily become separated from each other and in a crowd of god knows how many thousands of people, finding them again wouldn't be easy. But alas, we stayed together and found a decent spot where we wouldn't get too squashed and our view of the stage or big screen wasn't obscured. My sister grinned at me and I grinned back. I could barely believe that we were about to see the rock legends play live. Cat and Terrie went to the bar, leaving my sister and me to wait. “I can't believe we're actually here.” I said. “This is gonna be ace.”

“It is.” my sister said. “Can I just do something?”

“Err... yeah.” I cautiously replied. She placed her hands about the sides of my body, took hold of my bra's chest band and tugged it down a little. I could feel myself blush when she told me that my tits had risen and that I'd need to keep an eye on them. In all the excitement of entering the arena I’d more or less forgotten that I was dressed as girl, let alone had a pair of 'tits'. I glanced nervously around the gathering crowds, half expecting to see eyes staring or fingers pointing in my direction... but none did, not that I could see anyway. I felt lost in the crowd and completely insignificant. In amongst all these people, there's only one who's bothered about the fact that I’m a guy dressed as a girl and that's me. As for everyone else in this huge auditorium, they either don't care, don't know or haven't even noticed me. The huge sound system blasts out rock classics including Maiden, Saxon, Sabbath, Priest and many more. A group of older guys wearing ancient denims are headbanging whilst playing air guitar. I smile. They've probably been to tons of gigs like this and probably saw Angus and Malcolm when they really were young. Another group, much younger; teenagers like us, catch my eye. One has her hair in braids much like mine and she looks really cool. I didn't stare. Cat and Terrie join us with two pints of lager each. “Eight pounds!” Terrie exclaimed as she handed Izzy a pint.

Cat handed one to me. “Thanks.” I smiled, cautiously sipping it. We chatted and nodded our heads to the rock DJ's set, observing those around us but not really engaging. I found myself often glancing at the girl with the braids but couldn't always spot her as the venue filled. My sister asked if I was OK. “I'm fine.” I said. “I can't thank you enough... this is the best birthday present ever.” I grinned.

Half an hour passed and the DJ played all the hard rock classics, plus the odd soft rock shocker by the likes of Bon Jovi and Heart. Then, the lights began to dim and the music began to fade. The show was about to start and everyone faced the empty stage. I've never known anticipation like it. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife as thousands upon thousands of people waited with bated breath.

The crowd erupted as the first note from Angus's SG burst out of the wall of speakers that flanked the stage. A second later the legend himself strutted on stage wearing his school boy outfit and the rest of the band were flooded in spotlights. Lead singer Brian Johnson entered to a roar of approval. It was the loudest thing I'd ever experienced and even if this moment deafened me, it would be worth it! His gravelly vocals filled the EnormoDome and the entire crowd singing running right off the track in response to the chorus of Rock 'n' Roll Train. We punched their air. We jumped. We bounced. We rocked. Life cannot get better than this, I thought... then it did when the awesomeness of Back in Black's opening riff filled the air!

Nothing mattered but the music. The band had the crowd in the palms of their hands. They called, we responded. There's nowhere on earth I'd rather be than right here, right now. “Angus! … Angus! … Angus! … Angus!” we chanted. Fists punched the air. My bangles rattled up and down my forearms. The band barely stopped between songs; Big Jack, Dirty Deeds and Shot Down in Flames came at us like a juggernaut and finally we had chance to give the band our raucous appreciation. Terrie, Cat, Izzy and I grinned at each other. “This is awesome!” It was so hot in the crowd. “I'm so glad I'm not wearing jeans!” I said to my sister.

“Me too!” she grinned, looking down at my little skirt and fishnet tights. “A night to remember?” she asked.

“Definitely!” I said, glancing around the crowd. I spot the girl with the braids and we make eye contact, sharing a momentary smile before Thunderstruck begins with its infectious opening and drew everyone's attention. We punched the air in time with the bass drum, chanting “Thunder … Thunder.” I glanced over to the girl with the braids. She pounds her fist against the sky, chanting with the rest of us. She glances back and smiles. I bashfully avert my eyes. For moment there I thought I was a guy.

“I was caught... in the middle of a railroad track... I looked 'round... and I knew there was no turning back” burst out of the speakers. Everyone chants 'thunder' in time. I glance back toward the girl with the braids. She knows all the words. She glances back and again I look away. What if she thinks I'm a lesbian? What if she's a lesbian? That could be really awkward! I thought, before worrying that she could have just as easily seen through my make-up and braids to the sixteen year old boy beneath. I made a conscious effort not to glance in her direction from that moment on.

After ten, maybe fifteen songs I began to feel like they'd never stop. I don't think the crowd would let them even if they wanted too. AC/DC really did shake us all night long! We knew the end was coming when all their really big anthems came one after another... T.N.T, Whole Lotta Rosie, Let There Be Rock, and finally the encore Highway to Hell and For Those About to Rock. AC/DC left the stage to chants of “Angus, Angus, Angus.” which morphed into chants of “Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm.”

As the crowd began to thin, I glanced around the auditorium, hoping to see the girl with the braids but I guess she must have gone. “Do I still look OK?” I asked my sister. “Have I sweated all my make-up off?”

“You look fine Tilly.” she told me. Getting out into the chilly night air was such a relief after several hours in the hot and sweaty EnormoDome. A multitude of coaches and taxis awaited the exiting crowds. People seemed confused, not knowing which was theirs or where to go whereas we just had a half hour walk back to the hotel. Cat offered me a cigarette. “Thanks.” I said, taking one. Izzy and Terrie spotted a nearby convenience store and went to get some beers. Cat and I waited away from the crowds near the golf centre we'd passed on the way in. I told her that it got so hot in there I was glad I wasn't wearing jeans. “You know what's funny?” I said.

“What?” Cat replied.

“I didn't need to loo anyway.” I chuckled. “That was Izzy's reasoning for dressing me like this.”

Cat chuckled. “It wasn't the only reason though.” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well... Izzy's dressed you up as a girl loads of times so you obviously enjoy it.” she told me. “This was the ideal opportunity to do it properly... you know, full make-up, in public, somewhere no one knows you.”

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. My sister has dressed me up as a girl on a handful of occasions but I wouldn't say I enjoy it that much... but then again, If I didn't I wouldn't give in to my sister's pestering quite so easily. “It's not so much that I like it... in fact I’ve been really petrified all day.” I replied.

“Excited too though.”

“Kind of.. but I was more excited about seeing AC/DC than seeing them dressed like this.”

“But you did say you were glad you weren't wearing jeans.”

“'coz of the heat.”

“Yeah but even still... I think you're just afraid to admit it because you're a guy.” Cat claimed.

“Well I don't want people thinking I'm something I'm not... you know?”

“Yeah I get that. I just wish guys could wear whatever like us girls can.” Cat said. “They're taking their time.” she added, casting her eyes in the direction my sister and Terrie should be coming from. “Shall we have a doobie?”

“Have you got one?”

“I've got a few... well hidden so the security guards didn't find them when they searched my bag.”

“Blimey... that's a bit of a risk innit?” I replied. “You might not have got in.”

“Well they were well hidden.” she said, removing a mobile phone from her bag and opening the battery compartment.

“Is that a fake phone?!” I exclaimed, noticing a large cavity inside it, filled with about seven single skin joints. She nodded and lit one. “Cool.” I said.

She had a few tokes and passed it to me. I had a few and passed it back. “Thought you two would arrive the moment I sparked up.” she said as Izzy and Terrie finally rejoined us.

“It was packed in there!” Terrie said.

“Are you warm enough Tilly?” my sister asked. “I've got a top if you want one.”

I was getting a bit chilly in only my racer back vest. She pulled a black top from her bag, but it wasn't a conventional top. “Err... what's this?” I asked, seeing sleeves and not much else.

“It's a bolero.” she told me, before helping me into it. It covered my arms, shoulders and my upper back and nothing more than that.

“Have you got something?” I asked.

“Yeah but I’m fine for now.” she told me. “Us girls are used to not wearing much.” she said. “Is that warm enough?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

We walked down to the riverside and found a secluded spot where we sat, enjoyed a beer and smoked a couple of joints between us. We enthusiastically recalled pretty much every moment from the gig. The intro to Thunderstruck. Hells Bells. The encore. “I didn't need to loo after all.” I said to my sister.

“No.” she smiled. “Still glad that you got dressed up though.” she told me. “I don't think anyone suspected you were really a boy.”

“Thank god.” I said.

We finished the beers and strolled along the river bank. We certainly weren't the only ones using that path and I did get nervous each time we passed other people. I guess for all anyone knows we're just four teenage girls. The only people who address us directly was a couple of beat coppers. “All right girls?” they said. “Been to the EnormoDome?” one knowingly asked due to two of us wearing our AC/DC Tops.

“Yeah it was awesome.” Izzy said. “Just heading back the hotel.” she added.

“Not from London then?” the other asked, recognising out Midlands accents.

“Derbyshire.” Terrie told her. “Heading back tomorrow.”

“Well safe journey girls.” they said before heading on their way.

Izzy linked onto my arm and we continued along the bank-side path to the Cutty Sark. It looked spectacular all lit up. From there we cut up through the busy streets which even at midnight were bustling with night-clubbers. Again, no one really paid much attention to us, although we did hear a few wolf-whistles but they could have been directed at anyone. There were women in tiny frocks and huge heels; all cleavage and eyelashes. Four rock chicks were almost scruffy in comparison. “I'll dress you up like that next time.” Izzy teased.

“Next time?” I grimaced.

“Well this has hardly been the first time and I'm hoping it won't be your last.”

“It's my first time in public.” I said. “I really don't know how people can walk in heels that high.”

“It's not so hard.” I was told. “It's not so comfortable either but you know what they say.”

“What?”

“Beauty knows no pain.” my sister grinned. “I'll try you in a pair of mine one day.”

“Well I'm going to decline but I know you probably will.” I glumly replied. No sooner we'd left the busy bar and club area behind, our hotel was in sight. “I thought it was a bit further than this.” I commented.

“I'm just glad Cat knows where we're going. I wouldn't have had a clue.” my sister said.

“Me neither.” I replied.

We gained access to the hotel using our key cards and took the lift to our rooms. Terrie was knackered and turned straight in. Cat hung out in our room and had another tin of lager with us. I pulled off my knee high boots and Izzy gave me a pack of moisturising make-up wipes. “I'm gonna look like a boy again.” I frowned as I removed one.

“I'm gonna let him do his own make-up tomorrow.” my sister told Cat.

“Am I wearing make-up tomorrow?” I quizzed.

“Well you don't have any boy's clothes so I'd advise it.” my sister reminded me. “But don't worry... it won't be quite so full on.” she said.

“What's he wearing?” Cat asked.

“This again.” I shrugged, referring to my current outfit.

“No you're not... you'll stink.” my sister told me, before telling Cat that she's packed me a cute ditsy dress.

“What's a ditsy dress?” I exclaimed. Izzy was already on her feet and opening the minuscule wardrobe.

“Oh I know that one.” Cat said when Izzy removed it. “It's really nice!”

I gulped at the sight of the short flowery frock. “Yeah it's cute... you'll look great in it.” my sister told me.

“Oh not flowers!” I groaned. “I thought I was supposed to be a rock-chick?”

“Only for the concert... tomorrow you're going to be cute.” she grinned.

“I imagine he'll be more sassy than cute.” Cat said, smiling at me. “I can't wait to see your hair when it's out of those plaits.”

I ran my hand over my tightly plaited hair. “Why?” I asked. “It won't be all curly will it?”

“Hopefully.” my sister said. “Not like, curly curls.” she said. “Loose ones.”

“Is that why you put it in plaits?” I asked, somewhat defensively. She nodded. “You could have told me!”

“You'd have only got cold feet and told me not to.” my sister replied. “And you did like it when I'd done it.” she reminded me.

“I know.” I said. “I just feel like you've got all sorts of stuff worked out for me and I'm the last to know.”

“It's all for the right reasons though.” she replied. “You wanted to go and see AC/DC. I wanted to surprise you on your birthday.” she said, adding “I like dressing you up. You like being dressed up, albeit reluctantly.” she paused. “...and you did say it was so hot in the EnormoDome that you were glad you were wearing a mini skirt and a vest instead of jeans and a T shirt.”

“Yeah I know.” I admitted. “Should I take these plaits out now or in the morning?” I asked.

“Definitely in the morning.” she told me.

“Well I'd best turn in.” Cat said, draining her can of lager.

“Yeah we're not far off either.” my sister said. “Gimme those make-up wipes.” she said, snatching a few from the pack in front of me.

Cat left and we were alone. “You don't hate me for bringing you that do you?” Izzy asked, referring to the flowery dress.

“No I'm just a bit overwhelmed.” I replied, trying to imagine what it'd look like on me. “Do you want the bathroom first or second?” I asked.

“First.”

“I'd best get these on then.” I replied, grabbing the Supergirl PJ's she'd packed for me. I wasted no time getting undressed and pulling on the shortie pyjamas. The shorts were rather full and resembled Supergirl's little skirt whilst the T shirt fitted me snugly. I didn’t realise how used to having a small feminine chest I'd become until it was flat again. I folded my clothes and put them to one side then checked my reflection in the small vanity mirror and cleansed my face with yet another make-up wipe. Traces of eye make-up remain, but other than that, I'm back to being plain old me again. Eventually Izzy returned wearing pyjamas and no make-up. She grinned at me and told me I’d been a super girl today. “I've had a super day.” I told her. “Despite being a girl.”

Izzy smiled. I think she's smiled at me more today than she has in her entire life, although thinking back... she did smile a lot on the other occasions she's dressed me up. “Can I retie your plaits?” she asked. “Just the ends. They're looking frizzy and it might not curl properly.”

“I'm not entirely sure if I want curls.”

“You're a girl.” she smiled. “We all want curls.” she said. “C'mon... indulge me.” She said, crossing onto my bed. “They'll brush out of you don't like them... it's not like I'm giving you a perm.”

“Same thing innit?”

“A perm's permanent.”

“Ah... so that's why it's called a perm!” I realised as she began faffing with my hair. One by one, she untied each of my four plaits just as far as my head and plaited them again, neatly and tight. “I do like being pampered like this.” I said, reminiscing back to Terrie's house when they did my hair and make-up and nails. “I guess that's one of the benefits of being a girl.”

“When you're a girl you have to do your own hair and make-up.” Izzy retorted. “Everyday.” she added.

“Yeah I guess.” I said as she tugged and tightly plaited my hair. “I suppose I’ve got it easy having you doing it all for me.”

“You'll be doing you own make-up in the morning.” she reminded me.

“I'll probably make a mess of it.”

“I'll be showing you how.” she said. “If you get it wrong I'll make you do it again.” she said, resting her hands on my shoulders. “All done.”

I turned and coyly thanked her. When I returned from the en-suite bathroom my sister was tucked up in her bed. She told me I looked cute. “These PJs are cute... I’m not sure I am.” I modestly replied as I pulled aside my duvet and slid inside the bed. “See you in the morning ...and thanks for tonight... it's been a blast.”

“You're more than welcome, Matilda.” she grinned.

I drifted off to sleep with AC/DC riffs ringing in my ears.

~o0o~

“Sleep well?” was the first thing I heard after turning onto my back and peeling my eyes open. Isabel was already up and dressed.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost nine.” she said. “We've got to check out by half-ten you'd best get yourself up and showered.” she advised, adding that I must wear a shower cap because she really doesn't want my hair getting wet. I had a long hard look at myself as I brushed my teeth. Yesterday my skin looked smooth, healthy and even toned. Today it looks normal, slightly blotchy and my chin is feeling ever so slightly stubbly. There's a trace of black eye-liner under my eyes which I could excuse by admitting to wearing eye-liner... lots of guys of the rock persuasion do. I gave my face the closest shave before getting in the shower, donning the plastic cap as instructed. The shower gel my sister had left smelt of roses and afterwards, so did I. “You took your time.” my sister said.

“I was having a shave.” I said. She told me that I didn't have to shave my legs again, since I'd done them only yesterday. “No my face.” I replied. “It felt a bit stubbly.”

“Oh yeah.” she grinned. “I forgot about that.” She pointed out a pair of clean knickers and a bra on my bed. Like yesterdays, the knickers are of the control variety, only...

“They're pink!” I gulped.

“Girls like pink.” my sister grinned. I donned them in the en-suite and sat at the titchy dressing table (which is more of a shelf under a mirror) wearing a bathrobe. An array of cosmetics waited for me. “Now we're not going for anything drastic like yesterday.” she said, opening the compact. “Today you're going to look a lot more natural and hopefully quite pretty.” she told me.

“Is that even possible?” I grimly asked before applying a layer of foundation.

“Make-up makes anything possible.” she told me. Izzy then explained how I should apply my eye make-up which was tricky at first. I failed a few times before I got my eye-liner right and unlike yesterday, it was a very subtle application. Next I apply the eye shadow which is a palette of pale brown and beige. Unlike yesterday's dark and heavy application, today's seems to enhance rather than change how I look. In comparison to yesterday's rock-chick, it barely looks like I’m wearing make-up at all until I define my eyebrows with a pale brown pencil and finally apply a pretty shade of lipstick in a pale pink tone. “How do I look?” I timidly asked.

“Like a girl.” she smiled. My sister then began taking out my plaits which had been in place for some twenty hours. I faced my reflection as my hair was gradually revealed, one section at a time. Normally its long and straight and hangs a little beyond my shoulders. Today it's full and wavy and hovers an inch or so above my shoulders. “This is going to look so nice!” my sister tells me as she faffs and fiddles with my hair. I failed to respond. “Don't you think?” she prompted.

“Erm... it's so different to what I’m used to I really don't know.” I replied, glaring at my reflection. “Mum'd go mental if she could see this.” I nervously chuckled. My sister failed to respond, other than smiling at me via the mirror. She faffed a little more, separating the spiralised strands, scrunching it, arranging it and wondering aloud whether or not she should tie a scarf in it, or maybe a slide or two. “Doesn't it look OK as it is?” I said. “I don't think you could make me look any more like a girl if you tried.”

“...and you're not even dressed yet.” Izzy replied, turning her eyes to the frock that hung in wait.

“It looks awfully short all of a sudden.” I gulped as she held it against herself.

“Your skirt was shorter.” she claimed, rummaging in the case. “Put these on first.” she said, handing me a pair of thin nude tights.

I think I'd have preferred thick black tights but kept this to myself. I pulled them carefully up my shins. “Pulling on a pair of tights with painted nails is so weird but it must be so normal for you.” I said, observing how the honey tones nylon gave my pale hairless legs a sun kissed hue. “It's quite nice too.” I added, enjoying how the nylon effortlessly slid over my calves.

“I hope we get to do this again sometime.” she said, turning her back so I could pull the tights all the way up in privacy. She sent me to the bathroom to don the dress. I slid out of the bathrobe and looked down at my underwear. The big pink control knickers grip me from hip to waist. The unsightly bodice section of my tights obscures them a little. Today's bra isn't a perfect match but it is pink and padded. I guess it's another of my sister's old ones from before she fully blossomed. I pull on the frock and smooth it over my hips. I looked down at myself and all of a sudden I understood why so many girls wear little ditsy dresses like this.. it's comfy, it hangs well, it feels nice. I face the mirror and stare at myself. The dress, coupled with my frizzy curls and modest make-up looks great... even on me! I take a breath and step out into the bedroom. “Matty you look ace!” my sister exclaimed.

“Tilly!” I corrected.

“Sorry... Tilly.” she grinned.

“There's no point going to all this effort if you're just going to blow it by calling me by my real name.” I told her.

“I know... but Matty can be short for Matilda just like Tilly is.” she replied. “That's why we chose it remember.”

“Yeah I know.” I conceded. “I just prefer Tilly when I'm dressed like this.”

“Fair enough... Tilly.” Isabel grinned, glancing at her watch.

“Is it check-out time yet?” I asked.

“You sound keen.” she said.

“I'm crapping myself.” I claimed. “But I know I look even more like a girl today than yesterday and yesterday went OK so...” I paused before asking the time. We've still got a good forty minutes before our check-out time. “Where did I put those boots?” I mumbled, finding them by the side of my bed.

“I've got some shoes for you.” my sister said, revealing a pair of dark burgundy suede ballet flats. “And these.” she added, opening a small suede handbag and removing a tiny plastic baggy.

“What are those?”

“Magnetic earrings.” she said, beckoning me to sit with her so she could fit them. The tiny fake diamond studs looked very convincing. “You need this too.” she said, handing me the bag.

“A handbag.” I grimaced.

“Mmm hmm.” she replied, dropping the lipstick, eye-liner, mascara and foundation inside. “It matches your shoes.” she said as she handed it to me.

“Thanks.” I bashfully replied, putting my phone in the bag. I slipped my feet into the footwear. “I always wondered how these stay on.” I said.

“Do they fit OK?” she asked. They did. “Thought they would.” she smiled. “You know it's only a matter of time before I put you in a pair of heels.”

“Not today though.” I hoped.

“No.” she grinned. “It did cross my mind though.”

“I bet it did.” I replied.

“Shall we give Cat and Terrie a knock.” she suggested, having packed the case.

“I guess.” I said, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

We vacated the room and knocked on Cat & Terrie's door. “Wow Tilly you look great!” they said as we stepped into their twin room.

“Thanks.” I timidly replied. Terrie's wearing a T-shirt and a burgundy button through corduroy skirt. Cat's sporting a long sleeved tee with short shorts and opaque tights, and my sister Izzy wears ripped skinny jeans and a gothy looking top. Of our four outfits, I’m wearing the girlie one. I felt increasingly bashful as they complimented my make-up, my hair, my sparkly magnetic ear studs, my dress and my legs. “I think these tights make them look better than they actually are.” I replied.

Once they'd packed their bags, I nervously stepped into the corridor, which thankfully was clear. We entered the elevator and I was presented with a group reflection on three sides. “How come I’m by far the girliest?” I said as I looked at the reflection of all four of us. My sister's skinny jeans, Terrie's corduroy skirt and Cat's denim shorts all look very casual next my my pretty dress.

“Because you're the only boy.” Izzy grinned.

It took seconds for the elevator to descend the two floors. The hotel's lobby was also deserted, but the pavement outside wasn't. “Tilly.” my sister said as we approached the door. “You should carry your handbag like this.” she suggested. “In case someone tries to snatch it.” she added.

I hung my bag across my body and kept my hand on it, just as Isabel does. “Thanks.” I said, looking down at myself. “I'm getting a bit scared now.” I grimaced as I pulled the glass door open.

“You'll be fine.” they assured. “We're just four girls from out of town going for breakfast.” my sister said. “Yeah.” Cat and Terrie agreed.

We put the cases in the boot of Terrie's car and left it in the hotel's car park, before heading toward the river bank and Cutty Sark. I couldn't help but glance in almost every shop window. Not to observe the goods on display but to catch my reflection. Feeling confident that I convincingly pass as a girl, my main fear was being chatted up by some guy. I don't know what I'd do in that situation. Probably just run.

We head towards the river because they've decided they want to eat somewhere with a view. We pass numerous greasy spoons that I'd have been more than happy to dine in, but under the circumstances, a taxi drivers' café is somewhere a 'girl' like me wouldn't be seen in. I began wondering what kind of girl I am. I'm a long way from the rock chick who watched the greatest rock band ever last night. Maybe I'm doing a hairdressing course at college, or maybe travel and tourism... girls do that. Or maybe I'm just doing my A levels (which I am). I figure that's as good a cover story as any, should anyone ask. My name's Matilda, I'm in sixth form... at an exclusive girls' school with a horrific uniform... no! I'm getting carried away with myself. “You OK?” my sister asked.

“Yeah just... day dreaming a bit.” I confessed.

“What about?”

“I dunno.” I fibbed. “Just stuff... coming to terms with being an honorary girl.”

“It's nice having a sister... even if it's just for the weekend.” Izzy replied as she linked onto my arm.

“...and she's not really a girl.” I smiled.

“That bit doesn't bother me.” she replied.

“I know.” I smiled. “These shoes are really comfy.” I said, watching my legs and feet.

“They are.” Izzy agreed. “That's why almost every girl has a pair.”

We approached the Cutty Sark and in light of Terrie's ignorance of its significance, Cat gave us all a quick lecture... the fastest clipper, Indian Tea Company, almost destroyed by fire, blah blah blah. None of us wanted a Nando's breakfast but a little further along was a riverside café with a decent looking menu and prices to match the view of the Thames. At fifteen pounds for a full English, we went for eggs Benedict at a mere £11.95. It was expensive but my oh my it was good. The waitress cleared our plates and we ordered another pot of tea.

Another group of eaters occupied the table beside ours as our tea was delivered. I didn't pay much attention because I didn't want to draw much attention to myself but... “Hey weren't you guys at the EnormoDome last night?” one of them asked. We all turn. Cat and Izzy reply, confirming that we were and that it was an amazing gig... and I land my eyes on the cute girl with the braids! She smiles the broadest smile. I gulp before responding with an affable, yet pursed smile. “Hi.” I meekly peep, thrying to sound as feminine as possible and shyly thumbing the ends of my hair.

“Hiya.” she confidently responds. “I'm Jenna.”

“Tilly.” I gulp.

“Matilda.” my sister added, grinning at me before engaging Jenna in conversation.

I smiled at Terrie who was rolling herself a cigarette, which, once made she offered to me. I gulped and smiled and took it from her. She rolled another and we quickly escaped to the café’s veranda which overlooked the river. “Do you think they know I'm not a girl?” I asked after exhaling my first drag.

“Well you look like a girl and can sound like a girl...” Terrie shrugged. “...so I doubt it.” she said. “Plus Izzy jumped in before you could say too much.”

“Thank heavens!” I said as Terrie lit her cigarette.

We leant on the balustrade and looked down at the muddy bank. Even at low tide, numerous small boats make their way up and down the river. Terrie hands me her cigarette. “Can you hold that, I'm bursting for the loo.” she said. I took it and she darted indoors. I turned my eyes to the river and enjoyed the sun on my face and the breeze in my hair.

“AC/DC were amazing last night weren't they?” a voice said. I turned to see Jenna stood beside me. She opens a pack of L&B and removes a cigarette.

“Err... I stammer, trying to find my girl voice. “...yeah, excellent!” I gulped. She smiled and lit her cigarette. I nervously toked on mine. She complimented my nail varnish.

“Thanks.” I bashfully said, splaying out my fingers to glaring at my nails.

She smiled at me. “I noticed you in the crowd last night and thought she looks cool... then almost in an instant I realised you weren't a girl and thought... he looks cool!” she told me. My jaw dropped a little. “S'okay.” she assured. “I think guys should be able to wear whatever they want.” she said. “Us girls can wear boy's clothes and I’m all for equality.” she smiled.

I could feel the blood rush to my head. “Cool.” I croaked, before taking a trembling toke on my roll-up. She looked me up and down. “I've never done it before yesterday.” I told her. She looked surprised. “Well... my sister and her friend dressed me up a couple of times when I was younger.” I added. “I don't make a habit of it.” I gulped.

“You should.” she said, glancing down at my floaty frock and slender legs. “You wear it well.”

“Thanks.” I coyly replied. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. She complimented my hair. “It's not usually like this.” I gulped, nervously thumbing a strand or two. I didn't know what to do but something inside me did. I opened my handbag and removed my phone and showed her a photo of me. “That's how I normally look.”

A broad grin swept her face as she looked at the selfie of me and my sister. It was taken on my birthday. I'm grinning proudly, showing off my AC/DC ticket. “Cool T-shirt.” she said, pointing out the Saxon tee I'm sporting in the photograph. “My dad's got a few of their albums.”

“On vinyl?” I asked. She nodded and handed the phone back. “Cool.” I said. “Mine are only on CD.” I added.

“Nowt wrong with that.” she smiled. “Can I ask what your real name is?” she said. “I'm guessing it's not really Matilda.”

“Err... Matthew, or Matty.” I confessed.

“Ah so that's why you went for Matilda.” she grinned. “Tilly suits you.” she said.

“'specially when I’m dressed like this.” I coyly replied.

“You look nice.” she said. “I love that dress.”

“It's my sister's.” I told her.

Terrie returned and greeted Jenna, apprehensively introducing herself again as I handed her her roll-up. “Err...” I began. “Jenna was just telling me that she thinks it's cool for guys to dress like this.” I informed her.

“Oh.” Terrie replied, seeming a little astonished. “Cool.” she said.

“Terrie did my make up for the gig last night.” I told Jenna. Terrie told her that I did my own today. “With plenty of help from my sister.” I bashfully added. I could feel myself blushing and couldn't think of anything else to say. Jenna asked which one was my sister. “Izzy.” I said, briefly describing her attire.

“Thought so. I can see the likeness.” Jenna replied. “Soo... you been to any other gigs?” she asked.

“This was my first proper one.” I said.

“Mine too.” Jenna smiled.

“It's gonna take some beating.” I figured.

Jenna agreed as some movement inside the café caught her attention “Looks like our food's arrived.” she said. “Have you ordered?”

“We've already eaten.” I replied. Jenna seemed disappointed.

“So are err.... you guys hanging about or heading back up to Derbyshire?” she cautiously asked, whilst trying to make it sound casual.

“Err...” I replied.

“We're gonna hang out... maybe see the Cutty Sark and go up to observatory.” Terrie said. “And head back this afternoon.”

“Cool.” Jenna smiled. “We'll maybe see you about.” she said, before saying that the foot tunnel is cool “...if you like that sort of thing.” she added.

“We'll check it out.” I shyly replied, having no idea if we would or not. “Maybe see you down there.” I added.

“We've already done it. Our hotel's over the river.”

“Where've you come from?” I asked.

“Atherstone.” she replied. My blank expression prompted her to add “...in Warwickshire.”

“Cool.” I said, having no idea if Atherstone is indeed cool or not. I raised my hand and the phone in its palm. I often do a quick map search of places I don't know... but then decided not to.

“Well...” Jenna said, glancing indoors. “...if we don't bump into you guys up at the observatory... can I give you my number?” she suggested, glancing at my mobile phone. “We could maybe hook up on FaceBank or something.”

“Err... sure.” I replied, glancing at Terrie. She claimed she was chilly and went inside. I opened my contacts and began to type Jenna's name. She read me her number and I punched in the digits. “Saved.” I said, bashfully smiling at her.

“Cool.” she said. “I'd better go in.”

“Me too.” I replied and followed her.

My sister and Cat were clearly ready to leave. I checked that the bill had been paid before we all bid farewell to Jenna and her friends and made our exit. “Were you two exchanging numbers?” my sister asked as the café door swung shut.

“She gave me hers.” I said. “She knew I was a guy.” I added

“I see.” my sister replied.

“...and she thought I was cool.” I proudly stated.

“Well she wouldn't have given you her number otherwise.” my sister grinned. “Does she know that your tits aren't real?” she chuckled.

“I'd forgotten about them!” I said. “They're not wonky are they?”

Isabel laughed and assured me they were fine, adding “They're little and cute and they suit you.”

Cat and Terrie were a few paces head. “Where next?” Cat asked. “The boat or the observatory?”

“The tunnel's cool... apparently.” I said.

“The tunnel of love?” Terrie grinned.

I bashfully blushed and pulled one of those faces. Cat told me that I really am girlie sometimes. I felt myself blush a little bit more and glanced down at myself. “It comes with the clothes.” I replied. Then I considered what Jenna had told me and relayed it to them. “Clearly I’m not that girlie.” I added.

“It doesn't matter what people think.” Terrie said. “If they think you're a girl, fine. If they think you're a guy, fine... so long as they're cool with it there's no problem.”

“Yeah I suppose.” I replied. “Makes me nervous though... knowing that I’m not kidding everyone in this get-up.”

“I think you're nervous coz you know how cute you look... and at least it was a girl who hit on you... imagine if it was guy!”

“Let's not think about that.” I grimaced. We did check out the tunnel and it was pretty cool with its eerie echo and the way it curved beneath the river; like walking through the inside of a huge hula-hoop. The Cutty Sark was expensive so we didn't go in. Instead we strolled up to the observatory but we didn't bump into Jenna and her friends again. We strolled and sat and smoked for an hour or so before heading back to the car and the long drive home.

Cat put on some AC/DC which blasted out of the speakers as we headed toward the M25. Guns 'n' Roses filled our ears as we headed up the M1. Cat and Terrie sang along from the front seats. Izzy and I sat in relative silence in the back, watching the landscape whiz past.

“So how do you like your dress?” my sister eventually asked. “You didn't seem too keen last night.”

“It's nice.” I said, agreeing that I wasn't keen to begin with. “It looked a lot better once I'd put it on.” I said. “It's really comfy too.” I added.

“Yeah I can tell.” my sister smiled. “Are you gonna call Jenna?” she enthused.

“I'll text her.” I said. “...and send her a link to my FaceBank profile.” I added. “Probably never see her again though.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well...” I shrugged. “...she lives in Warwickshire somewhere.”

“She lives in Atherstone... it's only about twenty miles away.”

“From here or from home?”

“From home.” she said.

“Really?!” I exclaimed. My sister nodded. “Cool.” I said, wondering if there's direct bus.

“You could cycle there in a couple of hours.” she supposed.

I suppose I could, providing Jenna did want to meet up again. I grabbed my handbag and removed my phone, found Jenna's number in my contacts list and sent her a message: Hi Jenna... it's me, Matty (Tilly). Was really cool talking to you today. Sorry we didn't bump into each other at the observatory. The tunnel was really cool tho. Heading home now. If you wanna catch up on FaceBank, search for Matty Phillips, Melbourne, Derbyshire. “Should I sign off with a kiss or a smiley?” I asked my sister.

“Girls always sign off with a kiss.” she grinned.

“Yeah but she knows I'm not a girl.” I replied. Izzy reckoned on the kiss, I didn't want to appear pushy, so signed the text with a smiley and a kiss: :) x

“You may as well reapply your lippy whilst you've got your handbag open.” Izzy suggested.

“Has it worn off?”

“A bit.” she said. I rooted the lipstick from 'my' handbag and chuckled to myself. “What?” my sister enquired.

“It still feels weird thinking about 'my lippy' and 'my handbag'.” I replied before removing the lid. Today's lipstick looks a lot more pink that I imagined. I held the vanity mirror up to my face and carefully applied it and rolled my lips together. Izzy asked I preferred the pink lipstick or the darker red one I wore yesterday. “Err... I dunno.” I replied, looking at my nails which perfectly matched yesterdays lipstick. “This one suits my outfit better.” I figured, since it's girlie rather than gothy.

“It does.” my sister said. My phone beeped. “You've got a message.” she grinned.

I put down the mirror and picked up my phone. One message from Jenna: Hi Tilly :D We're still in London. Getting the train home later. Was great speaking to you too... she left me her FaceBank details and signed off with a kiss, but I didn't read to much into it as that's what girls do, apparently.

“I think you're in there.” my sister grinned.

“Maybe.” I pessimistically replied. “She might not like me dressed as a guy.” I nervously chuckled.

“Well you can always borrow one of my dresses if you do meet up.” she grinned. I knew she was joking but as the old saying goes, there's many a true word said in jest.

Cat switched CDs and put on some Sabbath. Before long we pulled into the service station at Northampton and headed directly to the ladies. I wasn't half as nervous today as I was yesterday. We grabbed an overpriced coffee and returned to the car where we enjoyed a cigarette before setting off. Apart from AC/DC's storming performance last night, I was the other conversation... or my clothes, hair and make-up were.

“Which do you prefer?” Terrie asked. “Yesterday's rock-chick or today's girlie-girl?”

“Oh I dunno.” I replied. “Yesterday I was dressed for a concert. Today I’m dressed for a walk in the park.” I said, thumbing the ends of my curly bouncy hair. “I don't look like Jon Bon Jovi do I?”

“In that dress?” my sister chuckled.

“Not in the least.” Cat insisted.

Terrie just laughed. “Did you notice those old rockers chanting 'poodle perm' when they played Living on a Prayer over the PA?” she asked, recalling the DJ set before AC/DC took to the stage.

We did and chuckled as we recalled the scene. They all waved their downward thumbs toward the sound booth for the entire track before returning to head banging when the next track was played.

Terrie pulled her phone out and frowned at it. “What's up?” Izzy asked.

“Nothing... my battery’s died.” she said. “I was just gonna text Mum and tell her we'd be back in an hour.”

“Then you'll just be plain old Matty again.” Cat frowned.

“I'm actually looking forward to it.” I said. “I'll be able to sit down without having to keep my knees together all the time.” I jovially stated.

“I'm quite amazed at how ladylike you've been.” Terrie said.

“Well it comes with the clothes I guess.” I bashfully replied. “Wearing a bra's been a constant reminder that I’m not dressed as a guy.” I said, glancing at my little padded tits.

We soon finished our smokes and got back in the car. A while later, Terrie commented that the engine didn't sound very good, but it sounded fine to the rest of us. She eased off the speed and stuck to the first lane. “What's wrong with it?” I asked.

“Dunno.” Terrie said. “Maybe it doesn't like being driven to London and back.” she suggested. “I'll just stick to fifty-five and hope it doesn't conk out.”

“Are you in the RAC?” Cat asked.

“No.” Terrie replied.

“AA?” Cat asked. Terrie shook her head. “I don't normally go any further than Darby.” she frowned.

“How far away from Melbourne are we?” I asked.

“Only about eight miles.” Terrie said.

“Really?” I exclaimed. “I thought we were still miles away.” Cat pointed out the distant planes coming in to land at the East Midlands Airport. I peered out of the window and saw them, before glancing at my knees and imagining if we did break down whilst I'm dressed like this.

Within ten minutes we'd left the motorway and trundled past the airport in a homeward direction. Terrie was relieved as breaking down on the motorway without cover would cost a small fortune. Within five miles of our home town we all began to relax. The engine didn't sound good but we had faith it would get us back to Terries house. Our faith was misplaced as the engine got noisier and noisier and Terrie had no choice but to pull off the road and onto a farm track. “My phone's dead.” Terrie grimaced. “I don't suppose either of you have Mum's mobile number?” she asked Cat and Izzy.

“I've got your home number.” Cat said, ringing that. After moment of no answer and no answering service, we were all at odds as what to do next. "I'm guessing you don't know your Mum's mobile number by heart?" Cat supposed.

"No." Terrie frowned. "I always ring it from my contacts rather than actually dial it."

“Erm.” Izzy pondered. “I could call Mum but...” she turned to me and looked at my frock and nylon clad legs.

“Can't Cat call her parents?” I suggested.

“They don't drive.” Cat replied.

“Surely there's someone else we can call.” I supposed.

My sister went through her contacts but the only viable option was our own mother. “I'll try Terrie's house again but...” she frowned at me and dialled the number. There was still no answer. “I'm sorry Matty.” she said. “I don't know what else to do.”

“Mum's gonna go bananas if she sees me dressed like this.” I frowned.

“At least you're not wearing fishnet tights and a leather miniskirt.” Cat said.

“Thank the lord for small mercies.” I grumbled.

My sister called Mum and my heart began to pound. “Mum... hi... it's Isabel.” she said. “Yeah we're fine... only Terrie's car's broken down.” she explained. “No not far at all... on Melbourne Road, just by the county sign... you know were I mean?” she asked. “Yeah, between there and the hotel.” she confirmed. “Oh you're a star Mum... but...” she said, opening the car door. “There's something I need to explain first.” she said, getting out of the car. I was keen to know what she was saying so I got out of the car too and stood by my sister. “You remember when you said you were worried Matty might get separated from us at the concert...” she began. “Well... I came up with a solution and you might not like it.” she said. I was a bag of nerves, stood by the car, listening to my sister telling my mother that I'm wearing a dress and make-up. Izzy soon hung up.

“What did she say?” I nervously asked.

“She'll be ten minutes.” my sister replied.

“I mean about me.” I retorted.

“Erm... she didn't really say anything apart from 'oh, I see'.” Izzy said. “I'm really sorry.” she said. “I think I need a cigarette.” she said, opening her handbag and offering me one.

I declined. “It's gonna be bad enough without her knowing I smoke as well.” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear and wondering what Mum's going to say when she sees me with a head full of feminine curls. Cat wound down the window and asked what was happening.

“Mum's on her way.” Izzy told them. 

They both got out and lit cigarettes. All four of us waited in anticipation, but none were as nervous as me. Then I chuckled. "What are you laughing about?" Cat asked.

"I just wondered if I should re-do my lippy or not." I confessed, biting my lip.