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The House Fire
Chapter 2
By Sara D
I woke up with jittery nerves and I was worried about how my parents
would react to seeing me dressed as a girl last night. I knew dad was a
man's man and that I would probably catch hell today. Mom came in to
wake us up. She saw me already awake and sitting on the edge of my bed
sweating.
"What's the matter sweet heart, aren't you feeling well?" Mom asked with
concern.
"I'm scared mom of what dad will say to me today."
Mom looked at me and then spoke in a comforting tone. "Look Nick, you
father and I talked last night. While he does not understand why you
are dressed as a girl he is willing to talk to you about it. We will
talk while eating some breakfast," Mom said as Heather opened her eyes.
"Mommy, was it a dream last night," Heather said looking sad.
"No honey, unfortunately it wasn't. Your father and I are just happy
the two of you are ok. Go ahead and get dressed and then we will have a
talk."
Heather looked at me and smirked. "We're going to talk about you being
a girl I bet."
"Yes Heather, we are going to be talking as a family about how Nick is
dressed."
"I thought her name was Nicole mom?" Heather asked mom, I could not
help myself and I had to hug Heather tight.
"I love you Heather," I said to her.
"I love you to sis," she said back.
"Ok you two, now hurry up and get dressed. Your father is waiting."
"Ok mom," we both said in unison.
Heather and I put on the clothes that we had picked out the night
before. I could still smell the faint aroma of the perfume I had used
the night prior. Heather even helped me with some. Neither of us had
makeup, but I was pleased that I still looked feminine as I could still
see traces of mascara. Once we were done I felt a little fear as we
began to walk out of the cubicle we had slept in. Heather grabbed me by
the arm and dragged me along.
"Come on Nicole, you can't hide forever you know. Daddy will still love
you; he might kill you, but still love you," she said with a laugh.
"That's not very funny; I'm scared enough as it is."
"Sorry Nicole I was just trying to make you laugh."
Dad and mom were waiting for us in the lobby of the YMCA; dad was on the
phone yelling at someone. He saw us come up, his face was red and the
slammed his cell phone shut. Dad must have left early and picked up the
car from the house. I wanted to ask about the house and if there was
anything that we could save, but he looked really mad.
"Get in the car," Dad yelled as he got into the car then slammed his
door shut. "I hope you're happy with yourself Nicole," he screamed and
through the morning paper in my lap.
I looked at it then back at my dad in confusion.
"Read the front page you fucking sissy," he yelled.
I could not help it and I started to cry, why he was so mad at me. He
seemed ok last night.
Mom, bless her soul, spoke up for me. "James don't you dare call Nicole
a sissy. We don't even know why she was dressed that way last night."
I regained my composure. "I'm sorry for hurting you; I just needed time
to figure things out. That is why I dressed up last night and went out.
I needed to know I could do it on my own before I talked to you about
how I feel," I said between sobbing.
"Quit your crying boy, or I'll give you something to cry about. Now you
just read that article and you will see what kind of trouble you've
gotten all of us into." Dad was visibly pissed at me and I felt
responsible, but what could be in the paper that made it so bad.
I heard a slap and saw my dad's head move to the left. "I already told
you not to talk to her like that James; if you do that to our child one
more time. I swear to GOD I will leave you and take the kids with me!"
Mom said with anger and a very red face. "You can read the article when
you feel like it honey. Nothing was your fault." Mom told me in a much
calmer tone.
I picked up the paper and unfolded the local section dad had thrown at
me. On the front page of that section there was a picture of the four
of us standing in front of our burning house with a fire truck behind
us. You could clearly make out our faces and who we were. I paused as
my stomach became tight and read the head line.
'Family left homeless after devastating house fire.'
I also looked at the caption under the picture.
'James Carlson and his wife Karen, and their daughters Nicole and
Heather are pictured standing in front of their lifelong home.'
I read the article and it had our address and it listed the house as
destroyed and nothing inside the house was salvageable, with the
exception of the garage. I swallowed hard at the thought of everyone I
knew would know I dressed as a girl.
"I'm sorry mom, dad. I did not mean for this to happen."
"It's not your fault sweetheart; we will get through this as a family,"
Mom said and turned around and comforted me by rubbing my knee.
"Look son, we are going to have a rough time ahead of all of us, and I
think all the stress from last night just caught up to me. I am sorry
for yelling at you," Dad said as we pulled up to a red light. "I should
not have said the thing I did."
Dad turned around at me and kind of gave me a half smile, and then I saw
love in his eyes. "Can you forgive me for all of this?" I asked.
"Forgive you; I should be to one who is asking for forgiveness." Dad
said as the light turned green. "We will figure out as a family how to
confront those who might have questions about why you are dressed as a
girl."
Dad continued driving and we ended up pulling up to our fire damaged
house. The house looked bad, the whole front of the house had been
charred by flames and you could see directly to the back of the house.
As we all got out, I could see that the red car from the fire department
was parked in the front. We were greeted once again by the fire
inspector from last night.
"Mr. Carlson, I have finished with my investigation and am now allowing
you and your family access to the house to see if you can find anything
that you might be able to salvage. I am truly sorry for your loss."
Mrs. Doran said. "Here is a copy of my findings for your insurance
adjuster." And she handed the report to my dad.
"Thank you Kathy, Is there any area's we should avoid?" Dad asked.
"Just stay clear of the kitchen area, the roof in that area was cut open
by the firefighters and the ceiling in there is still soaked in water
and might fall. Otherwise the rest is ok, just be careful and watch
your step."
"Thanks," Dad said and then motioned for us to follow him in. "Let's
go, Nicole I want you to keep an eye on Heather."
"Ok dad." I was a little surprised he used my girl name, but I'm not
complaining.
"Now Heather I want you to be careful and listen to your sister."
"I will dad," Heather said then gave me a slap on the shoulder and
mouthed 'sister'.
I pinched her left arm and then smiled at her. We walked carefully into
the house. There was little left to salvage. I found a few photo
albums of ours that were left untouched by the fire. There was nothing
left of any of my personnel stuff in my room, no clothes, books and even
my computer were gone.
All of us were equally upset at how much we had lost. Dad was glad that
most of the tools were spared in the garage; he had us help him put some
of them in the back of the car.
"That's enough for today; I am so sorry that we came up with so little.
We will just have to start over," Dad said trying to sound brave, but
did a bad job of it.
Dad then drove us back to the shelter and sat us all down.
"Please sit down Nicole, Heather, your mom and I want to talk to you."
Dad said as we sat on their bed. "It's pretty clear that we will need
to do some shopping for clothes for all of us after seeing the house
today. We have all lost years of memories. We will just make new
ones," he said again.
"What we want to know from especially you Nicole is what type of clothes
are we to get you." Mom paused for a moment. "Think this through
before you decide, this is your chance to be honest with us and tell us
how you truly feel and how you want to spend the rest of your life. No
matter what you decide your father and I will support you."
I thought about it for a minute and decided it was time to come clean
with my parents and tell them the whole truth and leave nothing out.
"Mom, Dad, I have been feeling out of sorts for years, almost I was
supposed to be someone else. It is a most unusual feeling not knowing
who you are. One day about a year ago I found one of Heathers skirts in
the laundry hamper. Something came over me and I had to try it on. It
was certainly a bit tight but I got it on. I looked at myself in the
mirror in the bathroom and everything felt right." I paused for a
second to catch my breath. All the weird feelings I was having were
gone and I found myself feeling ok for the first time in a while. It
scared me a lot and I didn't think about it for a few days until I saw
another of Heathers skirts, and one again I just had to try it on. All
the feelings of being different went away for a while but I was scared
at what was happening to me." I paused in case mom or dad had
questions.
"I can imagine you were quite scared," Mom said looking at me with
wonder. "How did you get to look so good last night?" Mom asked.
"I've had a lot of practice mom. After doing some looking around the
internet I found web sites with stories and articles about people like
me. Many of the stories were based on magic or other stuff. I found
myself identifying with the ones were the person always felt they were
always girls. I also began reading your magazines. The articles had
tips on all sorts of subjects, and I studied them and made notes on how
to apply makeup and how to dress properly for a girl my age." I paused
again to catch my breath.
"So what you are telling me that you feel you are a girl on the inside
and want to make the outside match?" Dad asked looking at me with a
strange look as he was surprised he actually asked that.
"Yes that is what she is saying James," Mom said sarcastically. "Go
ahead and finish honey."
"Well after I got that paper route I started saving the money I was
making. After I thought I had enough money I went out and got clothes
my size and some makeup. Once I had it, I began to practice. Last
night was a big step for me. I knew it was only time before I knew I
had to tell you how I felt. But I needed to know I could dress up
completely and going out last night was to feel the freedom of dressing
as a girl outside the confines of my room. It was an exhilarating
night, which is until I saw the house on fire."
"It sounds as if you were trying to overcome your fears, what would you
like to do from here, like I said it is up to you as how we proceed,
with the help of professionals of course," Mom told me.
"To be honest, I would like nothing more than to live and dress as a
girl for this day forward I will have hurdles to overcome."
"Yes you will and I want you to realize that most people may not like
what you are doing. You will be faced with ridicule with some of those
you encounter. I want you to think about taking some self defense
classes so you can protect yourself," Dad said sternly.
"Ok dad that is reasonable and sounds like a good idea."
"That's good; I will call my friend Mark Tyler and set up classes for
you once we get settled. Now we need to get some basic clothes for each
of us and find a more permanent place to stay. I say we split up, Karen
you take Nicole and Heather shopping for clothes and pick me up a few
things. I will look around to see if I can find us a place to stay for
longer and together."
Dad then drove us to the local mall and Mom, Heather and I stepped out
of the car. Dad leaned over to the passenger side. "Let's keep in
touch; I'll pick you up in a few hours, otherwise call me when you are
ready."
"Ok James and make sure you are careful by yourself today."
"I will Karen, I love you all," Dad said and then drove off leaving us
at the mall.
I began to walk to the doors of the mall and then stopped dead in my
tracks; there standing in a group of girls was Amy Reed my current
girlfriend. She saw my mom and sister walk up, and then her eyes went
wide when she looked at me. I thought for sure she would laugh and
brake up with me. She walked up to us leaving the girls she was with
behind.
"Hello Mrs. Carlson, Heather," she said greeting us then whispered to
me. "What's your name?"
"Nicole," I said and began to tremble.
"You look nice Nicole, nice to meet you." She then gave me a friendly
hug. "What are you doing, are you out shopping today?"
"Basically," I answered, and then told her about what had happened last
night as we walked into the mall. The girls who she was with had gone
somewhere else. "What about your friends?" I asked.
"I am so sorry to hear about your house, please if there is anything I
can do to help, ask," she said then explained about her friends. "We
were done for today, Carla's mom was due to pick us up. I just told
them I saw someone I knew and would find another way home."
"You are more than welcome to get a ride with us later, I am sure that
Nicole will want help picking out a new wardrobe," Mom told Amy.
"I'd be happy to help her."
We all walked into the first store and Amy began picking out clothes for
me to try on. I was overwhelmed with anticipation and excitement at
being able to try on girl's clothes and use the women's fitting room.
It turned out to be a nice day for shopping. And after visiting all the
stores we were all loaded down with bags of new clothes and shoes. As
we were walking towards the exit mom gave dad a call on the cell to pick
us up. He told mom it would be about 45 minutes to get back to the
mall.
"Well that gives us time to see if we can get into the Salon," Mom
stated then led us into forbidden territory for me.
"Good afternoon, what can I do for you ladies?" the nice woman at the
counter asked.
My daughters and I would like their hair and nails done, and Nicole
here," Mom put her hand on my shoulder, "Would like her ears pierced."
I kind of cringed as I thought about the impending pain, but was
relieved that it did not hurt at all and I had some nice new gold studs
put into the new holes. Once I was told how to care for my new earrings
and how to prevent the holes from closing up, I enjoyed the feeling of
my new jewelry.
I must tell you the experience of the salon girl putting on the full set
of nail and how it felt when she shaped and polished them was
exhilarating to say the least. Amy kept smiling at me the whole time
while watching. I knew that our relationship form this would be
interesting to say the least.
"Now that you're done how are you feeling?" Mom asked as she paid the
bill.
I was staring in the mirror and did not hear what she had said. "Huh,
what?"
Amy came up to me and whispered in my ear, "Your mom wants to know how
you feel now."
"I feel happy and overwhelmed at the same time, I know that there is a
long road ahead of me, but I know now that this is right," I said
honestly.
"I am happy for you Nicole, and I will support you, you are after all my
girlfriend." Amy paused for a second. "I have to tell you I love you
more now than ever, it's sexy seeing you dressed so pretty," she
whispered to me.
It was my turn to look at her with wide eyes, she simply smiled at me
knowingly and left it at that. We all then grabbed our bags and headed
out to wait for dad. He was already waiting for us as we got to the
side walk. He has standing by the car with a smile as we walked up.
"My don't you all look nice Nicole, you look beautiful. Are those
earrings?"
"Yes daddy, all girls my age have them."
"I was just wondering" he paused for a second the noticed Amy "Hello
Amy, how are you taking all of this."
"Just fine Mr. Carlson, I think Nicole is very brave. I will certainly
have an interesting conversation with my girlfriend later," she
answered.
"Girlfriend" Dad looked confused "Your still dating?"
"Of course we are daddy, why wouldn't we. The clothes I wear do not
change how I feel about Amy."
"I guess you're right. By the way I've found us a nice apartment to
stay in while the house is rebuilt. The insurance company will replace
everything. Our coverage was good and the company is being very helpful
and gave us money to live on for the time being."
With our near future taken care of, dad helped us put all the bags in
the trunk. We dropped Amy off at her house, picked up our belongings at
the shelter then drove to the apartment that would take the place of our
home for the time being.
Once I got a lay of the new three bedroom apartment, I put all my new
things away. I was still amazed at how much I had gotten, I now had all
the clothes I would need to start living as I should. As I put away my
last dress in the closet, I could not help smile at my good fortune in
the disguise of a destructive and painful fire.
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