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.”