The Reluctant Prom Date
by Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2005
Part 3
“I can’t believe you actually did that!” exclaimed
Diane as she stood behind me, braiding my hair.
I shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”
“You went out on a date with a boy who was dressed as
a girl, that’s what.” Diane put the finishing touches to my braid. “There’s
just something wrong with that.”
I ran my hand down my hair. “You mean a boy being
dressed as a girl or the going out on a date with him?”
“Yes!” said Diane, arms folded.
I stood to check my hair out in the mirror. “What do
you think I am? I’m a boy dressed a girl.”
Diane fussed over my hair a little more. “You’re
different. You weren’t trying to be a girl. You just…uh…well, evolved.”
“You make it sound like I crawled out of the swamp.
My hair looks great though, thanks!” I turned to face Diane. “Danny’s a very
nice guy. He makes a pretty decent girl too. I don’t know why you think it’s
so strange. You were friends with a transsexual.”
“True. And I have one for a brother.” Diane sat in
the chair, fluffed out her hair and said, “Okay, now braid my hair.”
I stared at Diane a moment. “I’m not a
transsexual. And I don’t know how to braid hair.”
Diane gave me a wry smile. “Don’t be so sure, little
sister. And, how can you be seventeen years old and not know how to braid
hair?”
Frowning, I said, “I’ve only been a girl for three
months. I haven’t had years to learn about hair, make-up and clothes.”
Standing back up, Diane said, “Well, you’re certainly
catching up fast!” Her hand fidgeted over a piece of paper on the top of my
dresser. She looked at it curiously, and picked it up. “What’s this?”
“Oh, that’s just a release form for Mom or Dad to sign
to let me be in a store’s prom fashion show.” I said flatly. I don’t think
I’ll be doing any modeling.”
Diane studied the form for a moment. “Hey, did you
see this? After the fashion show, people get to vote on who they thought was
the best model. The winner gets a free prom dress!”
“I was guessing that’d I’d probably just wear your old
prom dress.” I said as I rummaged through my closet, looking for a different
top to wear.
“Guess again.” Diane scowled at me. “You’re not
wearing my dress! Forget about it!”
“Well, let’s go to the mall and check out the prom
dresses. What do you think? Should I be in the fashion show?”
“I would.” Diane said. “Are you so sure Jeff is going
to ask you to the prom?”
“Of course, silly!” I giggled. “Let’s go to the
mall.”
Stepping out of my room, Diane said, “Sure, but first
let’s get Mom to show you how to braid my hair.”
* * *
“I like this one!” I said as I pulled a very short red
dress from the rack.
Diane laughed. “Yeah, right! As if Dad would let you
go to the prom in a dress that short!” She studied the tag. “I don’t think
you could sweet-talk Dad into paying that much either.”
I looked through a few more dresses on the rack along
the wall of the dress store. I was about to suggest we go ahead and leave when
I noticed a dress hanging near the counter. It was an absolutely gorgeous blue
satin gown. That was the dress I wanted for prom!
“Diane!” I called. “Take a look at this!”
“That’s beautiful!” agreed Diane. She let out a low
whistle. “Wow, this has to be the most expensive dress here! Don’t get your
hopes up on this one, girl. You’ll never get Dad to buy it. Besides…look at
it. You need boobs to wear this. And you don’t exactly have any boobs.”
Before I could respond, Mr. Watson, the salesman came
up to us. It was the same one who had asked me to be a model a few weeks ago.
“Good morning ladies! Is there anything I can help you with? That is a
beautiful dress, isn’t it?”
“Most definitely!” I said, imagining me wearing it,
dancing with Jeff.
“We also have the matching shoes and purse.” Mr.
Watson added. “Which one of you young ladies will be going to prom this year?”
Diane laughed and pointed at me. “Her. I’m not in
school anymore.”
Before Mr. Watson could say anything else, I asked,
“Is it too late to sign up to be a model in your fashion show?”
Smiling, Mr. Watson replied,. “No, of course not! But
just barely. I think we only have a couple of slots left. Are you
interested?”
I dug through my purse and pulled out the form, signed
by Mom, and handed it to the salesman. “Great! I’d like to enter.”
He examined the form a moment. “We’re very happy to
have you onboard Miss Davis. Some time before the fashion show, be sure to
come by so we can get your measurements. We can do it now, if you like.”
Measurements?! I looked over at Diane who just
smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll come back later. Right now, we have some place we
need to go.”
“Not a problem.” As we turned to leave, Mr. Watson
added, “Oh, by the way, you’ll be interested to know that the dress you liked
so much is the dress we’re giving away!”
As we walked through the mall towards the movie
theater, I asked Diane, “What do you think? Think Dad would buy me that prom
dress?”
Barking a short laugh and rolling her eyes, Diane
said, “Yeah, right! Did you see the price? I had to practically get down on
my knees and beg Dad for my dress and it was only half that much. In fact, I
actually did get down on my knees and begged!”
“Crap! I love that dress!” I squealed.
Diane laughed, “Listen to you! Carrying on about a
dress!” She shook her head as she continued to laugh.
We stopped at the doors to the movie theater. We
could see Gwen wiping down the counter. Diane rapped on the glass to get
Gwen’s attention. She waved to us as she set down the rag she was using, and
then walked over to unlock the doors to let us in.
Diane and Gwen hugged as Gwen said, “Hey girl! Did
you have a good Christmas?”
Smiling, Diane said, “Best Christmas I’ve had in
years! It was good to be back home.”
Turning to me, Gwen said, “And Eddie was in town for a
couple of days, but he’s already gone back to college.”
Personally, I hoped whatever transportation he used
would crash and burn, but frowning, I said, “Why didn’t he say hello?”
Gwen just shrugged. “He did say he hasn’t forgotten
about the twenty dollars he still owes you for something.”
“Twenty?! That rat bast…that jerk owes me fifty
dollars! Oh! If I ever get my hands on him, I’ll...I’ll…”
Diane laughed and said, “I think I know why he didn’t
say ‘hello’.”
While I fumed, Diane and Gwen chatted for several
minutes about their old college days, ex boyfriends and the like. When there
was finally a lull I said to Gwen, “Hey Gwen, I was wondering if I could come
back to work, now that the holidays are almost over.” All that was left was to
get through New Years.
“Sure thing, Monster. I could use you tomorrow
evening around six o’clock.”
“Tomorrow?” I protested. “But Jeff’s supposed to be
back tomorrow!”
To Diane, Gwen said, “Do you believe this little
princess sister of yours? If she wasn’t your sister and if I didn’t feel so
guilty about being the one that started her down the path to womanhood, I’d
tell her to get lost and not come back!”
Diane laughed, “Shit, Gwen! Don’t feel guilty! I like
her better this way!”
Gwen shook her head. “Even though it was Eddie’s idea
at first, she’s still my little creation. I feel like I messed up her whole
life.”
“Don’t be silly!” I exclaimed. “I like myself better
this way too!”
Folding her arms and shaking her head again, Gwen
said, “No, no. If I hadn’t done such a good job at making you look like such a
cute girl, if you had been humiliated instead, you wouldn’t have allowed them
to talk you into being a cheerleader. Instead of standing here wearing make-up
and your hair in braids, and ogling prom dresses, you’d be home instead playing
some deathmatch with your geeky buddies.”
She was mostly right. If my life hadn’t changed, I’d
be either at home on-line or at a LAN party at someone else’s house, blasting
away at my friends. My priorities had definitely changed.
Frowning, I said quietly, “Look, Gwen. I just started
feeling good about being a girl. Please don’t try to make me feel bad about
it. Not only do I not blame, you, I should probably thank you.”
Gwen let out a short laugh. “Well, don’t go thanking
me yet. You might still regret trying to be a girl.” She looked thoughtful
for a moment, and then said, “Would your highness grace my presence Sunday
evening?”
“Sunday! But that’s…” I started to protest. Gwen’s
withering stare cut me short. “…that’s…uh…perfect!”
* * *
It was starting to become late afternoon with the
fading rays of Saturday’s sunlight slanting through living room windows. I was
sprawled out on the couch, thumbing through a few teen magazines when the
doorbell suddenly rang.
“I’ll get it!” I called to Mom who was back in the
kitchen. I opened the door, and then just stood there, frozen. “Oh my God!” I
squealed. “Jeff!!” I threw my arms around his neck as I lunged myself toward
him.
Jeff laid one hand on my hip as he held the back of my
head with the other and drew my face closer to his. “Hey babe!” he said with a
huge grin. And then unnecessarily he added, “I’m back.” Suddenly, his lips
were pressed hard against mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.
It was as if I hadn’t seen him in years. I had to
force myself to come up for air as Jeff held me tight and kissed me like there
was no tomorrow. My heart raced, I couldn’t stop touching him, kissing him.
After a few minutes, I put my head on his shoulder, held him tight against me
and cried.
Jeff returned the hug and whispered in my ear, “Miss
me?”
I pulled away to look into his eyes. I tried to wipe
my own eyes to try to keep my mascara from running down my face. “Oh yes! I
missed you so much!” I blubbered. I was quickly becoming a total wreck. I
hugged him again and started crying uncontrollably.
Jeff disengaged me slightly and asked, “Can I come
inside? It’s kinda cold out here.”
Mom came from out of the kitchen as we came back into
the house. “Mom!” I shouted, “Look who’s back!”
Mom hurried out to give Jeff a hug. “Welcome back,
Jeff. Did you have a good holiday?”
“Thank you Mrs. Davis. I had a good holiday, but I
really missed Chrissy. I missed her a lot!” said Jeff earnestly.
Coming into the living room from the hallway, Diane
said, “What’s all the commotion?”
Jeff did a double-take, glancing to Diane and then to
me and back.
“Diane, I want you to meet Jeff!” I said, grinning
from ear to ear.
Raising her eyebrows, Diane said slowly, “Sooo…this is
Jeff. I’ve so much about you.” She looked Jeff up and down. “Chrissy has
been holding out on me.” She offered her hand and Jeff shook it.
Unnecessarily, I said, “Jeff, this is my sister
Diane.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Diane. I’ve heard a
lot about you too!” Jeff looked over to me, winked, and added, “But I don’t
see any horns and a long pointed tail.”
Feigning insult, Diane said, “Well, we might not have
gotten along well in the past, now I couldn’t be happier that she’s my sister.”
Mom piped up with, “Have you eaten, Jeff? Would you
like to join us?”
Looking disappointed, Jeff said, “Thank you, Mrs.
Davis, but we got something to eat on the way in. I really need to go right
now, but…” he paused for a moment and just stared at me.
“But what, Jeff?” I asked.
“Later this evening would you like to go with me to Harvey’s for
their New Years Eve party?”
Just hearing his voice sent an electric charge through
my body. “Oh yes! I’d love to!” I squealed.
“Great!” Jeff grinned. “They won’t open tonight until
about nine, so I’ll come get you around then.”
I kissed Jeff again, running my fingers through his
hair.
Diane said, “Please stop, guys. This is
embarrassing!”
* * *
Harvey’s was
already jumping when Jeff maneuvered his car into the parking lot. It took a
minute or two to find an empty spot. Jeff took my hand and I nuzzled against
him as we wound our way through the parked cars to enter Harvey’s.
It was loud. We had to yell to hear each other over
the live band. They were going to have three bands rotate throughout the
evening. I hoped my ears wouldn’t explode.
We headed straight out to the dance floor where almost
everyone was, dancing or at least trying to. I used to hate dancing and I was
never very good at it anyway. But here I was, dancing away in a very short
dress and heels and loving every second. Jeff was pretty good despite his leg
injury.
I would mostly just keep my eyes on Jeff while we
danced, but I took a few moments to glance around the room. It was kind of
dark with lots of colored flashing lights, so it was hard to see anyone in
particular. I think every kid in town was here tonight.
The band finally played a slow song. Jeff held me
close as we slow danced. I looked intently at him while we danced, drinking
him in. I hadn’t realized just how much I had missed him, how much I was in
love with him.
Jeff smiled at me. “You are absolutely gorgeous! I
can’t tell you how much I missed you, babe!” He bent his head down and kissed
me.
“I missed you so much too!” I laid my head down on
his shoulder.
We danced hugging each other until the song ended.
When the music stopped, I looked up into Jeff’s face and lips were suddenly
pressed against mine. Our tongues pressed against each other and he held me
tighter. Oh how I didn’t want this moment to end! It was during this embrace,
this kiss, that I completely and totally surrendered to wanting to spend the
rest of my life with Jeff.
The band cranked back up with a loud, fast song. Jeff
practically yelled into my ear, “Let’s find a place to sit down. I need a
break!”
It took a minute, but we found a table with a few
empty seats that weren’t being held for someone else. As I sat down, Jeff said
he was going to get us something to drink. This being Harvey’s, any
drink here meant a soft drink.
Our seats were on a raised floor and we had a great
view of the dance floor. I started looking around to see if there was anyone I
knew. I spotted Brandi and Stephanie dancing with their boyfriends. Mandy was
sitting across the room, talking to a guy I don’t remember seeing before. I
continued to scan the gyrating bodies on the dance floor until my eyes landed
on one couple and there my gaze stopped, frozen. I couldn’t believe it! It
was Dani, and she was dancing with a guy I recognized from the football team.
Was she crazy?
Jeff set my soda down in front of me and looked off in
the general direction I was staring. “What are you looking at?”
I blinked a couple of times and shook my head. “Oh,
nothing. I just saw something that surprised me.”
Jeff took another look, shrugged, and then took my
hand. “You’re beautiful!”
A tingling shot through me as I looked at his hand
holding mine. I think he could recite the dictionary and I’d sit there in
total rapture. I squeezed his hand and said, “I love you, Jeff. I love you so
much!” I pulled his hand up to my face and rubbed my cheek against it.
We sat there, holding each other’s hands and staring
into each other’s eyes until the song ended. I noticed Dani heading towards
the girl’s room.
“Honey, I need to go the girl’s room for a minute.
I’ll be right back.”
“Sure, babe. I’ll be right here.”
I worked my way across the dance floor to the women’s
rest room. When I entered I saw Dani standing in front of the mirror, checking
her make-up. There were a couple of other girls primping in front of the
mirror as well. A quick scan of the stalls let me know one was occupied. I was
hoping we’d be alone.
Dani saw me approach and turned from the mirror to
give me a quick hug. “Chrissy! It’s so good to see you. Is this a great
night?”
I pulled Dani to one side and whispered in her ear,
“Dani! What are you doing? Are you nuts? I saw you dancing with that Rick
What’s-his-name from the football team. What do you think you’re doing?”
Looking indignant, Dani whispered back, “I’m trying to
have some fun, that’s what. I just came up here to hang out. Rick was the
third boy to ask me to dance. Isn’t that cool?”
“Dani, if those boys find out who you are…I…I just
don’t want you to get hurt.”
Dani shook her head. “Relax, Chrissy. Those boys
didn’t have anyone else to dance with. We’re just having fun. Chill, girl!”
Maybe she’s right, I thought. Maybe I’m over
reacting. It’s just that, for some reason, I was suddenly feeling protective
of her. To her I said, “Okay. Just be careful. I know how easy it is to get
carried away.”
She sighed, “I just wish you could know what’s it like
for someone like me who wants to dress and look like you, but can’t, just
because I was born a boy. You can’t know how frustrating that is!” Her voice
almost rose above a whisper. I hoped the other girls couldn’t hear.
“I can understand the frustration.” I wondered if
there would ever be a true boy-girl relationship between Jeff and me.
She gave my hand a squeeze and said, “Well, I want to
go have some fun. I’m having a blast, but I’m not stupid. Don’t worry about
me!” She let go of my hand and left. I stood there and watched the restroom
door slowly close, hoping Dani wouldn’t let herself get carried away.
Jeff was looking bored when I arrived back at the
table. “Hey babe! Glad you were able to find your way back!”
I stuck my tongue out at him as I sat down. I took a
sip of my soda, and then said, “I met an old friend while in the little girls’
room. We just chatted for a minute.”
“Your minutes are awfully long! Let’s dance!” He
took my hand and led me back to the dance floor.
* * *
It was a few minutes before midnight, the band was
playing a slow, romantic ballad and the house lights had been turned down. As
we danced, Jeff was holding me close and I had my head on his shoulder. I was
in heaven. Feeling all dreamy, I looked back up at Jeff and he kissed me. It
was a long, hard, passionate kiss and he held me even tighter. He pushed
himself against me and I felt a bulge in his pants.
I let my hand slide down to the bulge and pushed
against it. Jeff groaned and probed my mouth with his tongue. The dance floor
was crowded and darkened, so I hoped no one could see me rubbing Jeff’s
crotch.
Jeff pulled away from the kiss and whispered into my
ear, “Oh babe! I want you so bad. I want you now.”
I started to whisper back when the lights suddenly
went back to bright and the band’s singer yelled out, “Happy New Year,
everybody!” I quickly moved my hand back to Jeff’s shoulder as he kissed me
again.
* * *
I wasn’t really paying attention and so it didn’t dawn
on me at first that we weren’t headed back to my house. We were headed out of
town.
“Jeff, where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see. I can’t believe your parents would
actually expect you back early on New Years Eve.”
“You don’t know my dad! And it’s not really New Years
Eve any more.”
Jeff turned the car off the pavement onto a dirt
road. In the moonlight, I recognized the road. He was taking me to SpringerLake.
After a few minutes of driving, Jeff pulled up near
the water’s edge. The trees looked kind of creepy with no leaves, but the
moon’s reflection on the water and the bright stars overhead still made for a
romantic setting. Ours wasn’t the only car parked along the lake.
I snuggled close to Jeff and looked at the bright,
cold stars. It was a beautiful night. I wished it wasn’t so cold outside so
we could stroll by the water’s edge. Jeff stroked my hair. After a few
minutes we began to kiss. Short, soft kisses at first. With each kiss I could
feel the passion well up inside the car.
Without thinking, I slid my hand inside Jeff’s shirt
and ran my fingers down his muscled chest. Jeff groaned and moved closer to
me. While we kissed passionately, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and finally
pushed it away from his shoulders, exposing his powerful physique.
Jeff slid his hand inside my sweater and I felt him
rub my bra. A wave of disappointment swept over me as he started to squeeze
the bra cups, but I couldn’t feel anything. I wanted so much to feel his
embrace. I dropped my hand to Jeff’s crotch and couldn’t believe what I felt.
The realization flickered across my mind that I was doing this to Jeff. This
was for me.
I kissed Jeff harder and more passionately as I
struggled to unzip his pants. Finally they came open and I slid my hand inside
and I rubbed him through his underwear. Jeff groaned again and put his hand on
mine, pushing my hand harder against the bulge in his underwear.
Suddenly I pulled his underwear down and out sprang
Jeff’s manhood in all its glory. I marveled at its size and hardness. Jeff groaned
loudly as I wrapped my hand around it. Fleeting images of Ed and me, years
ago, flashed through my mind. I remembered the regret and shame. And at that
moment, I knew just how much I truly loved Jeff. I wanted him so bad. I
kissed him passionately and surrendered totally to him.
I kissed down his chest, and finally showed him just
how much I truly loved him.
* * *
End of Part 3
since 05/02/05