Re: Alvin Ever After: Alvin in the Fourth
Day 8
I think I only slept for about two, maybe three hours in total that night. However, when I finally did wake up, I found Meek and Destiny in the bathroom together, chatting and giggling like a couple high school girls. It was both cute and somewhat over the top, ooey-gooey, sticky sweet.
Before I actually got out of bed, I sat up, yawned, and stretched like a waking cat. The small television was on, but turned way down; I suppose so as not to awaken me. While yawning and stretching I saw flames on the TV and recognized the amusement park Meek and I had been at last night. I had to strain to listen as the volume was turned nearly all the way down. I crawled like a toddler to the foot of the bed and listened.
…Once the County Fire Department had the fire under control, police discovered a fire proof filing cabinet filled with video recordings of minors being forced to perform depraved sexual acts with the a yet to be identified man, posing as a security guard at the abandoned World of Fun Amusement Park.
“What?” I gasped.
“Alvin, sweetie? Is that you? Are you up now honey-baby-child?” Destiny sang from the bathroom.
I swung my feet over the side of the bed and forced myself to get up even though I was still half asleep and in complete shock over what I had just heard and seen.
Destiny was styling Meek’s hair while going on about how Meek was going to look when he finished growing. Meek seemed to be basking in the attention he was receiving.
At this point, I hadn’t noticed yet what Meek was wearing; I guess I was still asleep and still thinking with the news broadcast.
“Morning” I moaned, while not yet realizing that I was standing there, wearing nothing but a wet GoodNite and picking the eye-boogers out of the corners of my eyes.
“Baby, it’s not quite morning, but it will be before you know it.” Destiny said in that same Mary Poppins voice she’d used last night.
As soon as she had said that, she and Meek turned toward me.
“Uh, Alvin,” Meek started to say.
I stopped rubbing the sleep from my eyes and looked into Meek’s eyes. He was gesturing with his eyes to my sagging GoodNite. I quickly jumped backward and grabbed the bedspread off the nearest bed; and covered myself.
“Sweet child, you don’t have to hide anything from Momma Destiny.” She said as she stepped around Meek and I saw that all she had on was a pair of pink panties and a matching bra.
I believe that is the first time in my life I ever saw transvestite in just panties and a bra. Oddly, the obvious question as to where her adult sized wiener and balls were never came to my mind.
I took a deep breath, blew it out through puckered lips, and allowed the bedspread to drop to the hotel room floor.
“Now that took guts!” Destiny said as she came over and kissed the top of my head.
“Alvin you look weird.” Meek said.
It was only then that I realized that my friend Meek was standing there wearing pastel yellow girls panties and matching bra … and nothing else! What was more shocking than seeing him in panties and a bra was the fact that he actually had breast!
While covering my nipples with my hands, I shot back with, “You got a lot of room to talk!”
Meek was standing before me no longer looking like a teenaged boy, but instead a fully formed woman.
“How do I look?” He asked as he spun around, showing off his panties.
As he spun, I could see a slight bulge in the back and knew that he had his teenaged junk tucked between his legs so as not to have the obvious ‘male’ bulge in front. I hadn’t noticed that bulge on Destiny but then again I hadn’t been looking for it. With that being said, I am sure she too was tucked.
“You-you look like a girl!” I exclaimed.
“That’s the idea!” Meek sang out, sounding rather feminine while lifting his arms up as Destiny draped a dress down over Meek’s body.
“Oh my goodness!!!” I exclaimed as the dress fell into place, “You look… I mean… well, not like a teenage girl; you look like… like… like a beautiful lady!”
Meek blushed and twirled causing his pretty, yellow dress to flair. Oddly, it was the high heels he was wearing, that I had keyed in on. Until he’s spun, I hadn’t even noticed the yellow spikey-heeled shoes.
“How are you standing in those?” I asked.
Meek shrugged, “It’s easy!”
He then demonstrated by taking a few steps toward me, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek.
I know I was blushing because I could feel my face burning.
“We don’t have to worry about anyone recognizing you like that!” I said and then added, “I also like your yellow toenails!”
“You think?” Meek asked in response to my comment about no one recognizing him.
He also held out his hands to show me his fingernails were also painted yellow to match his outfit. The transformation was simply remarkable because he not only looked but was acting exactly like a girl.
“Meek, ol’ buddy, if I didn’t know better, I’d want to date you!” I confessed.
“Meek doesn’t work for me now.” He said thoughtfully while looking into the mirror.
“I agree,” Destiny commented.
I then suggested, “How about something hot like Bambi or Bubbles.”
“Oh Alvin be serious!” Destiny said with a seed of motherliness to her voice.
“I am serious!” I said, “But you got to have a name that is as hot as you are!”
Meek walked over to me, leaned down, and gave me a gentle kiss on my left cheek.
“That is about the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Meek said.
I blushed and thoughtlessly reached up to rub the kiss from my cheek.
“Careful, you’ll just rub it in deeper!” Meek sang while touching his finger to the tip of my nose.
He then turned back around and walked toward the mirror, giving me a show of his backside, which was hidden slightly by the vale of yellow.
“I like the name Lynn.” Meek said while tossing his hair, which seemed to have grown several inches overnight.
I later found out that he had hair extensions, which both gave his hair length and volume, further adding to the illusion.
“OH I KNOW!” I exclaimed a little too loudly, “Mindy-Lynn.”
“Why Mindy?” Destiny asked.
“That one really pretty lady with the feathers that came on stage after you last night was called Mindy-Rose.” I said.
“And why Lynn?” Meek asked.
I shrugged, “I dunno, just sounds pretty.”
“Mindy-Lynn!” Meek said into the mirror and then repeated it several times, each time with a slightly different tone and body language, “I like it! I think I even look like a Mindy-Lynn!”
He then turned around all excited and walked toward me as quickly as those yellow heels would allow him. I hadn’t expected him to do what he did next.
I suppose he was so caught up in the excitement of his transformation and his brand new name that he hadn’t thought about what he was going to do. He simply did it. I also suppose I was caught so off guard that I hadn’t thought to stop him.
“Thank you for my new name!” he said as he leaned down and kissed me right on the lips and I’m not talking about a mother kissing her son sort of kiss but like a woman kissing a man sort of kiss. It lasted about three seconds, but it seemed a heck of a lot longer than that at the time.
“Oh my!” Destiny exclaimed with a hand to her heart.
“Uh… Uh… Uh…” Meek stammered, unable to believe he had just done what he just done!
Though I knew I was brick red with embarrassment, I did my best to play it off.
I licked my lips and said, “You taste like Lemon Drops!”
Even through his makeup, I could tell he was blushing heavily.
“Lemon-Kiss lip-gloss!” Destiny sang as if she were reciting a commercial jingle.
“Are you going to take another shower?” Destiny asked me.
Having forgotten that I had been standing there in just a very wet GoodNite, I actually blushed even more… so much so that my cheeks burned as though I had a bad sunburn. Somehow I managed to bob my head in a ‘Yes’ action.
“Did you?” I asked Meek.
Apparently over his embarrassment, Meek gave me a queerish-grin as he said, “Yes I had a shower last night, and again this morning, while you were still sleeping!”
He then turned away from me and walked back to the mirror to gaze at himself… uh…. herself, some more.
Suddenly the events of yesterday evening came flooding back. Still staring at the back of Meek, I was no longer seeing him in his pretty, yellow dress, but instead curled up on the floor of that amusement park bathroom stall after having been forced to give that security guard a blowjob.
“What’s the matter sweet-heart?” Destiny asked after having caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
“Huh? What?” I stammered, “Oh, nothing! Sorry, nothing!”
I walked slowly past Meek and Destiny, all the while still not seeing Mindy-Lynn but the molested Meek.
“What?” He asked like he was expecting me to make some kind of snide remark.
I shook my head, not in response to him, but to get those images out of my mind.
Destiny called after me, “Alvin sweetie, make sure you use cream rinse on your hair and let it set for at least five minutes before you rinse. We had to use a lot of chemicals on your hair and now you need to put some love back into it.”
In the shower, everything that happened the previous evening replayed over and over and over in my head. It was then that I realized that while I had been unconscious the security guard had apparently done stuff to me as well. I reached down and adjusted the water so that it was a little hotter; it stung my flesh but helped me to control my emotions. I think maybe subconsciously I was trying to burn any remaining essence of the security guard from my flesh. I kept telling myself that since I was only shirtless, the guard probably only jacked himself all over my chest. He probably used my shirt to clean himself up before going to find Meek.
“Maybe that’s when I pooped.” I said aloud but not loud enough to be heard by my too friends.
I showered and used the cream rinse just like I was told and left my wet GoodNite in the bathroom trashcan for Housekeeping to find later. I hadn’t even noticed until this very second that the one from last night was gone and a new bag was in the trashcan. Maybe Momma Destiny took it out in the night ’cause it was stinking even through the plastic bag.
I came out of the bathroom wearing a towel and found the two of them reclining on the bed and watching the news. Thankfully, it wasn’t about us.
“You just missed it. They had us on TV. We’re international criminals!” Meek exclaimed with a laugh and way too much pride.
“Still?” I asked as I reached into the package and pulled out a fresh GoodNite.
I started back to the bathroom with it, but thought better and just dropped my towel right there and stepped into it. When I looked up, Meek was smiling like a goofball.
“They were saying how there are people all over saying our parents, well your grandparents, should let us alone and let us compete in the surfing competition. They were holding up signs and everything.” Meek said.
“No way!” I exclaimed with disbelieve.
“Yes way dude!” Meek said back, “We’re famous!”
“Yeah, but this will make it even harder when we do get to California.” Destiny commented.
“Even with you looking like… well like my big sister and me with these blonde locks, I still look very much the same. People will recognize this face…” I made a frame around my face with my hands, “the second I step on the beach!”
“I got an idea about that.” Meek said, “Actually, I was thinking about it before we left. I was watching this really old movie and this guy; he was about Alvin’s age…” Meek was talking to Destiny at this point, “…and anyway he was really pale and had to pass as someone from India. They used something called Walnut Oil to dye his skin darker.
“I’m already naturally dark.” I said with a tone that made me come across like a smart ass.
“Yeah, but I’m not.” Meek argued.
Destiny got off the bed and began to pace back and forth still only wearing her bra and panties, and yes, now that I knew to look for it, from the back there was an obvious tuck job going on.
“What?” Meek asked her.
“I like your idea Mindy-Lynn.” She said, obviously addressing Meek by his drag-name.
She tapped a long red fingernail to her lips. “But first, let’s get all our stuff into the truck, don’t leave anything behind that will give anyone a clue that we were here or that the two of you have changed your appearance.”
Destiny went to pay for the room while Meek and I got dressed, cleaned the room, and took everything to the truck. I even went back to the bathroom and got last night’s wet GoodNite out of the trash.
I was surprised when we stopped only a couple blocks away at a hardware store and the mystery only deepened when we bought every can of white spray-paint they had; both flat and glossy finish.
We then stopped at a Walgreens where Meek and I were left in the truck for a couple minutes. Momma Destiny returned and tossed a small plastic bag up on the dashboard.
Destiny then took us to breakfast at McDonalds for a fast meal after which we drove out into the middle of nowhere.
“Why are we stopping here?” Meek asked.
“Well, just in case they are looking for a rusty gray pickup truck we’re going to give it a makeover and spray everything that isn’t chrome or glass.”
The sun was just coming up, causing the coolest red, orange, and golden colored sky as we began to paint bomb Destiny’s pickup truck. Boy did we have fun. Although it wasn’t a professional paint job, the truck looked a hundred times better than it had. The three of us stood back and admired our handy work. In a little more than an hour, the three of us had completely covered every bit of gray and rust with bright new white paint. We had to use the ice scraper on the windows to get off the over spray and I had managed to spray a little bit of paint on one tire, but over all we did a good job.
“Now, we need to deal with one very white girl!” Momma Destiny commented.
Meek made a sound like a small kitten which made me giggle because I’d already figured out what she was about to do to him.
Out there in the middle of nowhere, with everyone in Heaven looking down, she made him strip naked. I was surprised when Meek didn’t put up a fuss at all. I guess he’d figured it out too.
“Now, baby honey, get Momma that bag off the dash please.” Destiny said to me.
When I brought it, Meek was covering his privates with his hands and looking up at the sky while whistling a senseless tune.
From the bag came a brown bottle of something called Old English furniture polish. Beginning at his toes, she used cotton balls to die every inch of his skin. You might think I stayed and watched, but to be honest, Meek didn’t need me watching as Destiny died his privates and the inside of his butt crack. Sometime later I’d get to see just how good of a job she’d done transforming ‘White’ Meek into ‘VERY Bronzed’ Meek.
Once that job was done, he redressed and climbed into the truck where I had been sitting and napping.
“How do I look?” Meek asked, not knowing I’d dozed off.
“YIKES!” I exclaimed, “MOMMA DESTINY! MOMMA DESTINY! THERE’S A STRANG GUY ABOUT TO KIDNAP ME!”
Meek pretended to paw at me and pull on my arm like he was trying to drag me out of the truck.
“I’m going to chop you up and sell you as hamburger to McDonalds!” he said in an evil voice.
“Eeeeew!” Destiny exclaimed from the other side of the truck.
Meek had managed to drag me all the way out of the truck and was tickling the life out of me.
“NO TICKLING!” I screamed and tried to get away.
I finally broke free and ran about ten feet from him.
“You look like my friend Ben.” I told Meek.
“Is that good?” Meek asked.
I shook my head, “Nope! He’s dead!”
“HA HA!” Meek laughed mockingly.
“Alright my pretty!” Destiny said to Meek while sounding like the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz, “Back into the truck and your little dog too!!”
“Shouldn’t we let the truck and Meek dry?” I asked, having missed that Destiny had just referred to me as a dog.
Meek jumped back and pointed a trembling finger at me. Acting frightened, he stammered out, “Eeek a talking dog!”
Finally getting the dog reference, I let out a loud bark at Meek and then growled at him.
Destiny swatted my backside with a stick and laughingly reprimanded me with, “Bad dog!”
Having just been beat with a stick, I playfully rubbed my bottom as I looked up at Destiny; I gave her my biggest and best puppy dog eyes while making a whining puppy sound.
Laughingly she pushed me away and told me to get in the truck.
I busted out laughing as Meek answered my previous question, “Nah, I’m dry and the truck can finish drying while we’re driving Toto.”
“My thoughts exactly!” Destiny added while petting my head.
Laughing hard, I hopped into the truck via the open passenger door and sat there panting like a dog eager to go for a car ride. The two of them got a big laugh out of that.
As we started moving, Destiny popped a cassette tape into the dash radio and a moment later Michael Jackson could be heard singing ‘Ease on Down the Road’ from ‘The Wiz’. All three of us began to sing along with the song. All three of us were singing at the top of our lungs and I was surprised that I knew most of the words as did Meek.
Our second evening with Destiny turned out to be mostly uneventful that is until late into the day. We stopped twice for gas and drove for hours and hours. After we’d been on the road countless hours Destiny was saying how tired she was getting. Jokingly I suggested she let me drive for a while. Well she thought that was a brilliant idea and pulled right over. We had to adjust the bench seat so I could reach the peddles, and still be able to see to drive. It made Momma Destiny and Meek all scrunched, but not too much. After only two minutes of drivers’ training there on the side of the highway Destiny had me put the truck into gear and merge back into traffic. Poor Meek was scared to death over there on the passenger side. Destiny would give me instructions every so often but for the most part, she let me drive for the next two hours. It was one of the greatest moments of my life!
In time, they both calmed down and intermittently took catnaps while I continued to take us closer to California.
We drove through the evening and the only reason we stopped just west of Albuquerque, New Mexico was that I’d sprung a leak and needed to change as I hadn’t changed at our last refueling, or when we’d stopped for me to take over the driving. We all three decided that a short rest was in order to stretch our legs, and so that Destiny could take a little nap.
For some reason, Meek and I weren’t the least bit tired. Therefore, while Destiny was sleeping in the truck we took that opportunity to have some fun. We had gone walking and discovered that we were in an Albuquerque suburb known as Laurelwoods. We walked into a mini-grocery store and were keeping our eyes out for any of the flyers with our pictures on them; thankfully, we didn’t see any. We picked up some fresh fruit and a few sodas and were on our way back to the truck, when we ran into a local police officer.
Meek and I were on instant high alert, ready to make a break for it at the first hint of trouble.
“Well hello you two!” he said when he saw us walking toward him.
Now remember, Meek was in drag and we both looked nothing like our normal selves however we were still worried that we’d be found out.
I have to give props to my boy Meek. He did the best acting job I have seen in my life.
“Oh man is that a real gun? Hey Jimmy look at his badge isn’t that the coolest.”
I couldn’t believe how girly Meek sounded. I went along with him and tried to keep from looking like I was acting, “Yeah, it looks like the one daddy got me for my birthday but mine says Deputy on it.”
“What are two fine kids like yourselves doing today?” he asked with a big smile.
Meek held up the paper sack he was carrying, “Momma needed some things.”
He mussed up my hair as he sent us along our way.
“Dude you totally pulled that off.” I told Meek when I was sure we were far enough away from the cop.
“Yeah, but I almost pooped my panties when I saw him.” Meek said.
I busted up laughing over that.
“That reminds me,” I started to say, “when we get back to the truck I need to change again.”
Meek put his arm around me and said, “Alright Jimmy.”
“Yeah, where did you come up with a dorky name like Jimmy?”
“I don’t know.” He said with a shrug, “You look like a Jimmy now.”
I laughed back with, “Okay, Mindy-Lynn Destiny!”
Yep, our Momma has a beautiful baby boy named Jimmy Destiny and an even more beautiful Daughter named Mindy-Lynn Destiny.”
“Oh so now I’m your BABY brother?” I laughed while putting a lot of emphasis on the word ‘baby’ to let Meek know I hadn’t missed it.
Giggling he said, “Well, we do look like brother and sister; shouldn’t we have the same last name?”
“I’m not arguing the last name… but do I have to be the BABY brother?”
Meek let my arm go, reached down and swatted my padded butt, “If the pampers fit!”
“HEY!” I complained and pushed him away.
He laughed and though I tried not to, I laughed as well.
We found Destiny and the truck right where we left them both. She was still sound asleep on the front seat, and using her purse as a pillow. It was getting late and the sun was already working its way down in the west. I supposed that in couple more hours it would be dark. We woke Destiny up, shared with her our bounty of fresh fruit, and told her about the run in with the officer.
Stuffing her purse back behind the seat and starting up the engine, we were once again on our way.
We continued driving west on Route 40 with me in the middle of Momma Destiny who was on my left, and Meek on my right.
Once on the highway again, Meek asked, “Mommy Destiny, what’s your last name?”
“Sweetheart, Momma Destiny doesn’t have a last name.” she said, “Like Madonna, Cher, Bjork, and Bono.”
“Don’t forget Sting and Eminem and Hitler!” I added.
Meek jumped in his seat and nearly shouted, “Hitler?! Uh, Adolf Hitler?”
“Oh, okay then not Hitler!” I sheepishly said and they both laughed at me.
I then explained to Destiny why Meek was asking and how we came up with the fake names of Jimmy Destiny and Mindy-Lynn Destiny.
“Now that I think about it; of course Destiny isn’t a last name.” I declared.
She patted my thigh and said, “Baby boy can you get Momma her wallet out of her purse.”
There was that Baby boy thing again but I made a conscious decision to I let it go without comment.
I turned on the seat and got on my knees to fish her purse out from behind the seat. Meek and I held it open for her to reach in and pull out her wallet because we both knew that a gentleman never goes through a woman’s purse, even if she says it is okay to do so. Without taking her eyes off the road, her hand came out and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been holding a fluffy white rabbit. Actually, a fluffy white rabbit would have been cool. Sadly, instead she came out clutching a pink ladies pocketbook covered in rhinestones. Upon seeing it, I don’t know why I would have ever expected anything else to come out of her purse.
Without a word, she reached over, took hold of my left wrist, and placed it on the steering wheel. I mean, I’d driven her truck before, but this was totally different, for one thing I wasn’t behind the wheel and for another, I had to lean way forward to hold the wheel so I couldn’t see the road at all. At the same time that she put my hand on the wheel, she let go of it without any regard whatsoever. I sucked in a fast breath and held it as I was suddenly placed in blind control of the truck and all three of our lives while she used both of her hands to open her pink rhinestone encrusted pocketbook.
I had a moment of thought, which I think may have come out of my mouth, “Destiny? Momma Destiny?” I mumbled at a barely audible level, “Th-this is not ok! I mean I can drive, but I can’t see. Momma you got…”
“Alvin!” Meek whined like a cat that’d just had its tail stepped on.
An oncoming Peterbuilt, hauling a double trailer, blasting its horn because I’d allowed our truck to cross the double yellow line, forcing the semi onto the far shoulder to avoid hitting us.
A driver’s license was passed to me and I gleefully released the wheel to her as I finally allowed myself to breathe again.
I turned to look back at the lights of the tractor-trailer as they swerved back onto the highway.
“Is he alright? You think he’ll be alright?” I moaned worriedly as though I had just killed someone.
Meek plucked the card from my hand and examined it.
“Jerome Roberts” Meek read.
He held the license up and compared the picture to Destiny.
“Well?” Destiny asked.
Coming back into myself I joked, “This guy could be your brother.” to which Destiny heartily laughed.
“So, we will be Jimmy and Mindy-Lynn Roberts.” Meek proclaimed.
Destiny looked like she was going to cry as she held a trembling hand to her chest, “I am so proud.”
We continued to talk for a while until the night took Meek and me.
