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The House Fire
By Sara D
Nick finally finds the courage to venture out of the house dressed as
Nicole only to return to a house on fire with his parents screaming to
firemen to rescue him from the burning house.
All the preparation, practice and the many hours in front of the mirror,
dressing and applying makeup, had finally, in my mind, come to a
conclusion. I was going to venture out of the house for the first time.
It was just after midnight, I had it all planned out, I knew exactly
what I was going to wear. A beautiful blue and white sheath dress, tan
pantyhose and two inch blue open toe heels. I had shaved my under arms
and legs in the shower before I faked going to bed.
I already had on my light blue satin panties; I then added the matching
blue satin bra. I shivered as I pulled the pantyhose up my smooth legs.
I slipped the dress over my head, stood at my mirror and looked at the
familiar feminine figure staring back at me. Nicole stood five foot
five, had long wavy brown hair that touched her shoulders, green eyes
and lightly tanned skin from the summer sun. I sat at my makeshift
vanity, a towel set on top of my dresser. I put on a light shade of blue
eye shadow, pink lipstick, blush, black eyeliner and finally did my eye
lashes.
My plan was working as I had hoped; mom and dad were in bed as well as
my twelve year old sister. Once I was satisfied with my look I grabbed
my shoes and carefully climbed out to the window. Once I was safely on
the ground I slipped on my heels and walked quietly out the back gate.
I loved the feeling of the breeze as it tickled the fabric of the dress
against my nylon covered legs; it's such an exhilarating feeling.
I began walking down the sidewalk heading for the park three blocks
away. I made it all the way and sat on one of the swings. I felt much
younger than my fifteen years as I began to swing back and forth. I lost
track of time since I did not have on a watch. I thought it best to get
home before someone realizes I was out of the house. Besides, I did not
want to be caught dressed as a girl. I knew I would tell my parents,
just not yet. You know what it's like, all the fear and anxiety.
I put my luxurious night behind me and began the three block walk home.
I did not hurry as I wanted to relish in my accomplishment of getting
this far. It was easy after all, no one was out and there were very few
cars on the street at this time of night. I made it to the first corner
and stepped out into the street to cross and I heard the loud wail of
sirens from my right. I looked and saw two fire engines, a police car
and an ambulance barreling past me. I didn't think anything about it
because this street was the main thoroughfare and was often used by
emergency services. I once again began to casually walk the rest of the
way home.
As I turned the corner to get to my street, I saw all the flashing
lights of the fire, police and ambulance. I realized immediately they
were fighting a blazing fire at my house. My heart leapt into my throat
as I approached my panic stricken family. I saw that my dad was yelling
at a fireman to rescue his son from the now engulfed house.
I looked at the faces of my sister and mom who were sobbing
uncontrollably. I knew then they were crying because they thought I was
asleep in my burning bedroom.
I looked around and saw that firemen were frantically pulling hoses out
and watched as they began dowsing the flames with water. The thick black
smoke made it hard to see the house; all I could see were bright flames
breaking through the front windows and engulfing the roof. A brave
fireman quickly swung a fire hose in that direction to prevent the
flames from spreading to the house next door. The front door of our
house was broken in by another fireman who rushed in with an axe. I was
frozen in place as I tried to go and comfort my family as I struggled
with being caught.
I finally found the courage and walked as quickly as I could, in my
heels, to let my parents know I was ok. Slowly and fearing for my life,
I walked up to my mom, as she turned and saw me. She gasped in relief as
she realized I was out of the house.
"Oh my God, Nick your ok," Mom said and gave me a hug.
I could feel her wrap her arms around me squeezing me tightly. My dad
turned his head and he also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God you're safe." He joined mom and then my sister in a group
hug.
I was visually shaking in fear and pain. Not for just being caught
dressed as a girl but also for watching in awe as all of our memories
were being whipped away by the fire. We all just held each other for a
while and then after a few minutes, we were backed away by the firemen
to the opposite side of the street.
"It's much safer on this side of the street," the fireman said. "I'm
glad to see you found your daughter and that she is safe," he said
running off and helped battle the blaze.
Dad, mom and Heather all looked at me with a confused look but seemed to
be too emotional to ask the obvious question on their minds. Mom just
gave me a look then they focused on the efforts of the firefighters. The
firemen quickly had the flames under control as they worked to put out
the fire. The fire was soon out and a group of firemen were hosing down
the hot spots. I could see as the smoke began to clear that the firemen
had cut a hole in our roof and the front of our house was completely
destroyed. The only portions of the house that were spared were the back
and the garage.
A tall slender firewoman wearing a white shirt walked up to us once the
chaos had subsided.
"Hello, my name is Kathy Doran, and I'm the Fire Inspector for the
county. We found the initial source for the fire; it was an electrical
short in the front room," She said in a monotone voice. "I will give you
a full report once I complete my investigation. Here is my card; you can
give it and my report number to your insurance agent... MR?" she said
handing my dad a card.
"Carlson? Thank you Ms. Doran, My family and I appreciate the actions of
the fire department for what they did in trying to save our home," Dad
said visibly upset.
"That is what we are here for Mr. Carlson," she said as she shook my
father's hand. "My, don't you have on a pretty dress," she said looking
at me. "What's your name sweetie, were you coming home from a date?" she
said trying to lighten the mood.
Mom and dad both looked at me and I swallowed hard and smiled at the
fire inspector.
"I'm Nicole," I said not knowing how to answer the second part of her
question.
"You have two very lovely daughters Mr. and Mrs. Carlson," she said
sweetly. "Oh good here comes Red Cross," She said as a white van with a
red cross on the door pulled up.
I could have just died right there, she had no clue I was a boy, and to
make it worse I could not tell if mom and dad were upset about how I was
dressed. A nice looking lady with a Red Cross t-shirt came up and
greeted us.
"Hi, my name is Samantha Thompson from Red Cross; I am here to help you,
and please call me Samantha," she said somberly.
My dad, ever strong, answered for us. "I'm James Carlson, Samantha this
is my wife Karen and." He paused for a second looking at me then at my
mom.
"These are our daughters Nicole and Heather," Mom quickly piped in
saving my dad from an obvious dilemma as what to say.
"I am very sorry for the loss of your home. As the regional manager for
Red Cross, I am here to help find you a place to stay, clothes to wear
and food to bide you over until your insurance company takes action."
She then handed my dad a packet of information and food vouchers. "It's
good that you have two daughters. It makes it easier to find you a place
to stay tonight, just give me a minute to make a few calls," She said
quickly as she made a few calls on her cell.
A fireman came over and gave each of us a blanket to keep us warm. He
must have thought I was cold because I was shivering in fear of what
might happen next.
Samantha quickly got off of the phone and explained what would happen
next. "I've got a place for you at the YMCA for tonight, a room for you
and your wife Mr. Carlson, and a bigger room for your daughters that can
hold 15 girls."
"You don't have anything else were we could stay together?" Dad asked
probably fearing I would be discovered as a boy.
"I'm afraid not for tonight at least, you can find a hotel tomorrow if
you like. I had our phone center check and there are no vacancies for
tonight. I am truly sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Carlson."
"Don't be, you're doing what you can to help us and I thank you for what
you are doing, and please call me James," Dad said politely.
"No problem James. If you will come with me, I'll take you to the YMCA
and get you settled."
The four of us piled into the van; Dad took the front passenger seat,
mom took the next seat and I began to slide in next to her.
"Smooth your skirt and watch your knees honey," Mom said calmly as I
complied and sat next to her. I gave her a half smile as Heather climbed
in next to me. I was surprised when mom put her arm around my shoulder
and hugged me to her. "Everything will be ok, you're very pretty."
"Thanks. Are you mad at me?" I asked as I began to cry again.
"No I'm not mad sweetie, just disappointed you thought you couldn't come
and talk to me about this," Mom said looking at me.
"I was afraid of what you might think."
"We can talk about this later."
"Ok."
As I said that I looked over at my sister to try and gage how she felt
seeing me all dressed up as a girl.
"I've known for age's sis. You're not very good at hiding your things.
I'm not mad; I think I will love having a sister."
I gave Heather a hug and we cried the rest of the way to the YMCA. Our
emotions weren't under control. As far as we knew we had just lost
everything in our home. The next few days were going to be stressful.
We finally arrived at the YMCA and were greeted by volunteers. Each of
them was very nice and tried to help us as much as they could. In the
reception area we were asked a few questions. A nice woman brought us to
a counter and asked mom.
"Good evening my name is Donna, what are your ages and sizes; I need
those so we can get you some clothes and some pajamas for your daughter
there," she said pointing at me and smiled. "That's a pretty dress."
Mom spoke before I could answer, not that I could.
"Nicole she's 15 and a size?" She looked at me because she obviously did
not know my female clothes size.
"I'm a size nine," I said quietly and mom continued.
"Heather is 12 and a size six," Mom finished.
Donna then led us to the back room where we were able to pick out
clothes for each of us. She handed me a white cotton nightie.
"This should suit you for the night. You and your sister go ahead and
pick clothes to tide you over for a few days." She led us to some
shelves in the back of the room with donated clothes in each cubicle
with sizes labeled on each shelf. I looked through them and found a nice
pair of flared jeans and a pink t-shirt. Heather picked almost the same
colors I had.
"Look, our clothes will match for tomorrow," Heather said showing me her
choices.
"I remember saying something similar to my sister when I was your age,"
Donna said and handed my sister and I packages of panties, they were all
white cotton. She then led us to the shoes and Heather and I picked from
the pile. I picked a simple white pair of walking shoes and Heather did
the same.
Donna had us gather up our things and we met back with our parents. My
mom and dad both had their hands full of clothes as Donna led us to the
sleeping area. Mom and dad were given a small room with two small cots
and a chair. Mom still looked sad, and dad was putting on a brave front.
It took me by surprise when dad asked if he could hug us kids.
"Come here and give your dad a hug."
Both Heather and I obliged and hugged him tight.
"I love you too more than anything; I was really scared when I thought
you were trapped in the fire Nicole. I was so relieved when you showed
up ok."
Did dad just call me Nicole; He was referring to me by my female name
and only after hearing it for the first time tonight.
"I love you too," Mom said joining the hug. "Now you two get some sleep
and we'll talk in the morning, we are going to have a lot to talk
about."
"Thanks Mom, dad, I love you too," I told them.
"I love you both too, and Nicole," Heather said putting emphasis on my
new name.
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Author's Note: The End, or is it, you decide. Please leave feedback.
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