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Lockdown! 13
🕑 Added 2021-12-21 16:52:00 +0000 UTCChapter 13
Tim had always hated Monday mornings, the abrupt change in his sleeping pattern after the weekend, and the idea of being forced to go and work in a place he didn’t want to be. This Monday morning was no different except perhaps amplified tenfold.
Sitting in Veronica’s bedroom, his stomach was doing somersaults. Reaching down, he placed his long-nailed fingers atop his tight pencil skirt and pushed down to try and stop his pantyhosed legs from shaking.
After successfully avoiding catching a glimpse of his reflection, Tim had positioned himself with his back to the mirror. After a month of hardly eating and a strict exercise routine, he hardly recognised the person looking back at him in the mirror these days.
As he sat alone, a thought kept running through his confused brain. How could the situation he was in be possible? It just all seemed so crazy! Surely it couldn’t be this easy to create a fake person, could it?
After the evening in the nightclub, where it had taken almost two hours and three buses to get home. He had thrown his handbag on a chair, thinking nothing of the membership card, Maria, the woman from the club, had made up for him.
A few days later, he found out how wrong he had been to dismiss it. Dressed up and taken down to the office of Mrs Morris, Tim and his two companions had presented her with their membership cards. Veronica came along too where she explained to Mrs Morris that she had recently moved into the apartment to help her friends pay the mortgage.
The boys, on the orders of Veronica, once again, spun the same sob story about the robbery once, and with Veronica able to present a real ID, Mrs Morris agreed to accept the club membership cards as a form of identification.
After that, things had snowballed. Mrs Morris’ firm, which was affiliated with the bank, organised for a formal letter to be written up. The letter vouched for Paul, Tim, and Kamsi or Paula, Kylie, and Karmen, informing anyone who read it that they were residents of the apartment. Soon, Veronica had their names on the electric and gas bills. Giving her even more ways to prove that the three fictitious women she lived with actually existed.
It had been a horrendous month, full of anxiety and stress, but perhaps today would be the worst day of them all. Today, Tim was being forced down to the local jobcentre where Kylie Gleeson was expected to sign up and start searching for a job!
Shuffling in his seat, he felt all the odd but now somehow familiar sensations around him. His long extended hair, tied up in a high ponytail, brushing against the middle of his back. The jangling of his earrings as they tapped gently against the side of his face. And the restrictive outfit, holding his legs tightly together and compressing in his waist. He felt like a fly trapped in a spider's web with no idea how to escape.
(See image 19)
Tim didn’t bother to lift his head as Veronica re-entered the room after going next door to help Kamsi while he got dressed.
“Still not talking to me, huh?” Veronica said as she walked towards him.
Tim looked up and glared at her but remained silent.
“Fine, have it your way,” she replied, rummaging around in a large bag. “But like it or not, today is an important day. We’re going to update your look. We need you looking your best.”
Realising that Veronica was hinting at doing more than just his makeup, like usual, Tim perked up. “Please, no more,” he begged. “I’m already as thin as a rake. I have girly hair and nails. How am I supposed to go back to normal after this?”
“Oh, honey,” Veronica replied, looking over as she set out some equipment on the table in front of him. “There is no going back. Not right now anyway. By creating Kylie, you’ve broken the law. And it’s probably worse for you than the others as Kylie Gleeson actually exists.
As the butterflies in his stomach started to fight their way out again, Tim dropped his head in defeat. For now, he would have to play Veronica’s game as much as he hated it.
“Ok, first we’re going to add some extensions to those lashes of yours to really make your eyes pop. Then, I need to do something with those brows,” Veronica said, moving towards him. "Just hold still, and it will be easier for both of us."
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Tip-toeing out into the hallway, Tim looked up, coming face to face with a traumatized-looking Kamsi. Staring at his friend, Tim hardly recognised him. Like his own transformation, Veronica had gone to town with his makeover.
His complexion had already looked smooth and a little lighter after all the skin-softening procedures and creams. But his eyes now looked wide and doll-like, framed by what Tim knew to be thick fluttering eyelash extensions, similar to the ones flapping in front of his made-up eyes. Dressed in his formfitting skirt suit and with his braided hair tied on top of his head, Kamsi looked every inch the perfect little businesswoman about to head off to work.
After looking him up and down a few times, trying to take it all in, Tim’s eyes stopped on perhaps the most drastic of the changes. Kamsi's eyebrows were now perfectly sculpted into thin little arches and instantly made his face more feminine looking.
Tim gulped, feeling scared to death as he realised his own mutilated brows must be having the exact same effect.
Unable to speak now due to the crippling embarrassment they both felt, Tim and Kamsi just stared at each other, eyes wide.
“Ok you two, when you’ve finished admiring my work, go wait in the living room. If you want to eat something, you’ve got twenty minutes before your bus arrives. But for heaven’s sake don’t ruin your lips!”
After nodding at each other for moral support, Tim and Kamsi turned and walked away. Neither planned to eat. They were far too nervous. They just wanted to get as far away from Veronica as possible.
In what promised to be a day of trauma and humiliation for the boys. Their hopes of a few minutes of calm before the pending storm was not what they found waiting for them in the living room.
Tottering in as their high-heeled shoes clicked and clacked, announcing their presence. Paul, who had been kicked out of his room earlier while Veronica got Kamsi ready, sat up from the position he had been lounging on the sofa. His reaction seemed to be delayed for a second as he took in the changes. After his eyes darted back and forth a few times, a broad smile formed on his lips before he burst out laughing. “You too look so gay!” he howled, laughing so hard, he found it hard to form the words.
Startled, Kamsi gasped. Tim, on the other hand just scowled, feeling angry and annoyed. Why did he have to go out looking like a smartly dressed businesswoman while Paul got to lie on the sofa and mock him? How was that in any way fair?
(See image 20)
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I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.
Just to let you know there will be no new chapter this coming Friday.
I'm going to visit family for the Christmas holiday and won't have access to my computer.
Merry Christmas to each and every one of you who have supported me throughout the last year. It helps more than you can imagine. You are all amazing.
See you in a week xoxo
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Merry Christmas. Thanks for the encouragement. Plenty more fun to come!
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great job so far with the story ! curious of their working routines and what will happen to Paul(a). merry X-mas and happy new year to you too
