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.”