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.
