The Red Dress Trend - Sabrina

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 Well, here I am again. Back in my hometown, dolled up in an outfit with a note that reads "To Aidy, the best little Sister a girl could ask for! Have fun! - S.C." with a lipstick print I'm ashamed to admit I could tell you the exact shade, product line, and manufacturer of with 100% accuracy. Most guys, maybe not ones in their 30s like me, would be excited to have been mailed a kiss by one of the world's most famous and beautiful women, but most guys aren't that girls exact lookalike. I've spent so much time staring at her in the mirror that I've become entirely desensitized to her appearance. Maybe I was starting to look at her like a big Sister, she pushes me to do things I don't want to because she thinks they'd be good for me like a big Sister, which is why I'm wearing this red dress. To signal to the other Lookalikes that I'm one of them so we can network or commiserate. I didn't want to, I don't want people to know I'm a guy, I don't want them to know I'm in my 30s, I don't want them to know that these curves aren't padding anymore. 

When I started this job, I went years without ever interacting with Sabrina directly, but when I declined this, she actually called me and flew me out to meet her. She said it would be cute if all of us little Sisters got together and had sleepovers and talked about boys. Not wanting to risk my job I asked her how old she thought I was, what kind of stuff she thought I was into, and why the Hell she would ever think I'd be into boys. But I didn't want to put my job at risk, so I just nodded and told her she was so right and so smart. We were both in flats so she was a bit taller than me as she pulled me into the hug, she promised to send me the perfect outfit as she left, and its the one you see me in now. How did she do? 

What I didn't think of was that the date of the Trend was also the day I was booked for a party, Sabrina, thinking she was being a cool big Sis went along with my Mom's plan to let me attend some local birthday parties, that way I could make a little money on the side and "get socialized," which is something my Mom liked to say. So I would visit birthday parties, graduation parties, anything a celebrity appearance would make better. Everyone would sign NDAs to avoid conflicts with Sabrina's whereabouts and mine, people could take and share photos amongst themselves, but not post them on social media. We said it was for security and people understood. My Dad, after seeing his beer-drinking buddies ogling me and getting close to me, I thought he would step in and defend me, but he pulled me aside and proposed the idea of charging the adults 45 dollars for a photo together. Most of them had wandering hands, but luckily I was short enough that most of the Dads had to settle for the small of my back as going for my ass would make them hunch and I guess they didn't want to make their perviness too obvious.

This dress was actually a bit comforting, not comfortable, it's very tight and constricting, but it's form-fitting and engulfs most of my body. It's like a weighted blanket that makes my ass look great. As much as I dislike looking like this, its hard not to feel a sense of pride when I see how my hard work is paying off, well, hard work and hormones. Trading my ever-diminishing manhood that I have to painfully (though alarmingly less painful than it used to be) for a feminine but world-famous ass isn't a trade I'd make without any financial incentive, but a job well-done is a well-done. The breasts though, not as big as I imagine some of the other Lookalikes have to deal with (shout-out Sydney) are harder to hide. Guys can have girly butts, no big deal. Who would notice? But can you imagine trying to see a movie during the Summer and deciding between wearing a hoodie and sweating to death, or wearing a t-shirt with a visible bra, or wearing a t-shirt and having the girls poke out to say "hello" once you hit the air conditioned theater. So it is a bit of a relief to be in an outfit that was designed for the shape of my body. It makes me feel a bit more confident, which you'd have to feel to set up your phone in a hotel bar to film yourself dancing for a social media post, I had a few minutes before the party started but luckily the only person at the bar was my Mother, she gave me an enthusiastic cheer as I picked it up and pushed "send," putting myself out there to be hit up by the other girls. 

My Mom told me how proud she was, I find its best not to resist and just let her praise me until she tires herself out. I never asked her to be my manager but I guess she likes the chance to spend time with me. But it made it easier for this side-hustle, she didn't even take a cut, but she set up the party appearances whenever I'd visit home. She'd let me focus on getting pretty and would give me the details before I went in, I would sing a song, pose for some pictures, remind a few Dads that they're married and be on my way. So as we got toward the door that leads from the bar to the restaurant, I asked my Mom the name of the kid the party was for, "Donnell" was all she said. 

"A boy? Is he a little fruity?" I joked without an ounce of irony about what I was wearing.

"Oh no, not that I've noticed." She said with an odd inflection as she opened a door to reveal Donnell Green, someone I went to high school with and took it upon himself to make my life as hard as possible.

"Mom. What's going on?" I asked, reverting, making myself as small as possible and shrinking behind her to hide myself while he smiled at me.

"Well, Aidy, I talked to your Sister and she said you seemed excited about having sleepovers with the other girls but you were upset about not being able to participate in the boy talk, so she asked me to help arrange a date for you."

"Mom! He used to bully me!" I say as she swings an arm back to hook around my shoulders and push me back in front of her, me stumbling in the towering Sabrina heels I was wearing. 

"Sweetheart, that was 15 years ago. People can change and he was very happy to hear that you'd be willing to sit down with him after he saw the pictures of you." Mom went on to explain that Donnell was recently single and moved home to take care of his Father. I was so caught up in the disbelief of the situation that I didn't realize Mom was inching me closer and closer to the table throughout her explanation. Donnell got up, pulled my chair out, and sat me down with his big, strong hands. My Mom turned to leave.

"Mom! Wait! What would Dad say?" I squealed, grasping at anything to get me out of this situation. Donnell cleared his throat.

"I spoke to him, we came up with a price he was comfortable with, so that's your Mom, your Dad, and your big Sister's approval we have for our date. Nothing to worry about."

"What about my approval? You were always so mean to me, you used to pick me up in the hallway and put me on top of the lockers, not IN the lockers. On TOP OF, you know I'm afraid of heights."

"I figured you got over that since you're in those tall-ass heels. Besides, people can change. Or have you not looked in the mirror lately? Look, I'm just here to help you out, Sabrina seemed very excited about helping you with this experience and you don't want to let your meal ticket down, do you?"

"I guess not... What do I have to do?"

"Just be the girl and let me be the man. The night leads where the night leads."

"OK. But this is just a one-time thing for work. Don't expect this every weekend."

"That's not up to you, and your Dad told me that you have a party to perform for at the Dixon house next weekend. I mean, unless you have a good time and I outbid him."

"I didn't even know Mr. Dixon had kids..."

"He doesn't."