The Cross in X- Country Act 2
by Author X
Act 2 The
Substitution
I called Jean Sears one of Hega's best friends on the team.
"Jean, Hega is due in today. Do you think you could stop by and get her? I'm still recovering from my surgery and I really can't drive down there."
"Sure Tim. Do you have the flight number and the time?"
"Ya, She will be on SAS Flight 417. It gets in at about 7:30pm tonight.", I responded.
"Sure I can make it. I'd love to see Hega again."
"Jean why don't you bring her by after you pick her up. I'd like to see her too.", I added.
"Sure, I can do that."
My plan had started, in less than
4 hours I would be Jean's best friend Hega.
I started to get into costume. After stripping entire nude, I slipped into a dancer's gaff, tucking my male parts back between my legs before I pulled it fully up. They looked a lot like a tight pair of women's bikini underwear, but these had a bit more strength and made for a nice smooth feminine looking crotch.
I then slipped on a special, high waisted and mid thigh length panty. It was specially padded to give me Hega's nice hips and a bit more butt. This was one of my special on-line purchases. It came from a company that specialized in making garments for cross dressers.
My bra was next and then a set of silicon gel breast form were added. A "B" cup, just the right size, Hega was after all only 19. Hega's feminine curves were now fully formed.
I continue to dress, I knew exactly what she would be wearing. A pair of gray, cotton and spandex leggings with a white, long sleeved micro-fleece top under a warm native Scandinavian sweater. The leggings and the top would show off my new curves quite nicely, but they would still seen as very casual. It would be a long flight, she would want to be comfortable.
A pair of Nike woman's running shoes finished the look. I stared at myself in the mirror of the film lab. I was Hega Johanson, there was no question.
It was 7:42pm at the airport and the first passengers from SAS Flight 417 were just making their way through customs. Jeans Sears was waiting there.
"Jean Sears, Jean Sears, a white courtesy phone please. Jean Sears, Jean Sears, a white courtesy phone please."
Jean walked to the nearest bank of white courtesy phones. The phones were located 30 or 40 yards down the terminal and Jean could no long watch as Hega came out of customs, but at least she couldn't get past her in the narrow terminal passage way. Jean picked up a phone.
From behind a large building support a young woman in gray tights and a white top stepped out and joined the mass of passengers who had just cleared customs. She walked a few steps and then put down her bags.
The crowd of people waiting for the SAS flight started to mingle with the de-planed passengers. The young woman waited there, she appeared to be looking for a friend.
A young man stopped and asked. "Would you like some help with those?"
"Yes, Thank you.", she said.
He picked up one of her bags and they started down the hallway, making small talk.
"I'm glad we are finally here. I hate long flights.", she said.
"Ya, I know what you mean, with the weather in Stockholm I wasn't sure we were going to get out."
"The winter weather in Sweden is like that, it really wasn't that bad.", she responded.
As they passed the bank of white airport phones, a voice called out "Hega, Hega. I'm over here."
The young woman looked, it was Jean Sears.
"I got called away by a page just before you came out. I almost missed you.", Jean continued as she caught up with them.
"Ah Jean, where is Mr. Carlson I thought he would be here.", Hega said.
"No Hega. He is home in bed. He originally had asked if I would bring you by his place. He wanted to talk to you, but the message I just got said he was going to bed and he would see you tomorrow."
At this point Jean and Hega hugged.
"I missed you Hega.", Jean said with moist eyes.
"Me too Jean.", Hega responded.
The young man reached out to Jean's hand, "Steve Whitman, I was on the flight with Hega."
"Nice to meet you Steve.", Jean said
Hega turned and quickly hugged Steve, "Nice talking to you, Steve."
"Ya, it was nice taking to you as well. Here let me give you my card, maybe you would be interested in getting together sometime. I can be a really great tour guide."
"That's very nice Steve. Thanks.", Hega said.
They gave each other another quick hug.
"Bye".
"Bye".
After, Steve was out of ear shot. Jean said. "Oh, oh. I think Steve likes you. I bet you could get him to take you to the holiday prom in two weeks."
"Jean I just met him…, but he is pretty cute.", Hega said.
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