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Erica's Prom Night
Erica sat on top of the picnic table on the patio behind her home. She
stared off into the clear, full-moonlit night sky, as she often did,
contemplating life. The clean, fresh scent of an early summer rain
shower, somewhere off in the distance, filled the air. It seemed so
ironic that the clarity of the night was in stark contrast to her
feelings. She wished life did not make her feel so shameful,alienated,
ans scared.
Erica could she that the lights in the family room were still on as she
sat there in the dark just outside of the beam of light filtering
through the closed vertical blinds of the patio door. Erica knew that
her parents were still waiting up for her. She glanced back over at
Rachel's house, her neighbor and long time friend. There were no lights
on at her house.
Gathering her courage, Erica inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves
and telling herself that the time had come. With one final deep chest
heaving breath, she exhaled, stood up and stepped down off the table,
her heels making a light click as they made contact with the brick
surface of the patio. She stood there for a moment looking down at her
soft pink gown and bending over, she straightened her hose, pausing for
a moment to admire how beautiful her feet looked in the 2 inch heels she
had borrowed from Rachel. She was so proud of how beautiful she looked
tonight and for a moment reflected on all of the fun she'd had. Taking a
step towards the back door, she glanced back at Rachel's house hoping
for a last second reprieve, but the Governor was not calling.
Erica's head was held low, her stride slow and heart pounding for she
dreaded what she was about to do. Yet, no matter how hard she knew it
was going to be, it was something that had to be done, she had to face
her parents, they had to know. She had been planning this moment for
months and wasn't about to back out now. Pausing with her hand held on
the doorknob she once again looked back at Rachel's house, thinking,
'where are you', 'we were supposed to stay together', and you said 'you
would watch over me tonight.' But there, in the moonlight Rachel's dark
house stood unmoving, uncaring, and lifeless. Erica was upset that
Rachel disappeared on her tonight of all nights, but more than that she
was upset over the fact that she had disappeared, period. It was not in
Rachel's character to be thoughtless and uncaring and Erica worried that
something had happened to her, something awful.
Erica again took a deep breath, cleared her mind, told herself
everything was going to be ok and stepped into the kitchen, quietly
shutting the door behind her. She knew that in mere moments her parents
were going to be upset with her, probably want to disown her, lock her
away so that no one would have to know what an embarrassing disgrace to
the family, she was.
Standing in the kitchen, shaking like a leaf, she knew her parents were
sitting in the next room waiting for her. She straightened her dress one
final time, and glanced down at her perfectly manicured nails, stalling.
She heard the sound of the television go away, muted.
"How was the prom, dear?" her mother called to her.
"Alright." The prom had not been "everything" she had hoped, but she did
not have any regrets, until now.
"Come in here and tell us all about it," her mother said.
She knew she was about to have their undivided attention, for there was
no way they would be able to look at the television once she stepped
into the room. "Mom, Dad I've got something I need to tell you." Any
parent could hear the reluctance in the statement; they heard it many
times over the years. "Mom, - I spilled my milk," "Mom, Dad - I broke
the lamp," "Mom, Dad - I wrecked the car." Could any words prepare them?
Heels clicking lightly on the hardwood floor, Erica stepped into the
family room, through the doorway next to the television, and into the
light.
With a slight gasp, her mom's jaw dropped, speechless and breathless.
Her dad looked up, his eyes growing large; face red with a very
perplexed look upon it. Both her parents just sat there for a moment,
staring at her. They acted initially shocked and confused but not
terribly horrified. Slowly they examined her from head to toe, as she
stood before them in silence.
Erica wore a tea length pink taffeta gown with thin, clear spaghetti
straps. The bodice hugged her tightly giving her the shape of a young
woman several years older than her age if 16. She had on two inch open
toed, pink heels that were color-matched to her gown and showed off her
pretty French-tipped toenails. She was wearing a mother of pearl
necklace with faux-diamond earrings that projected brilliant flashes of
reflected light and a pink ice tennis bracelet. A touch of blush made
her cheeks a soft pink, to match the pale pink lipstick that highlighted
her full lips. Her light pink, almost white, French tipped acrylics made
her fingers look oh so dainty and cute. She also carried a small pink
and white sequined purse, tucked under left arm. She wore a wig with
hair much longer than her own,long blonde lockes of ringlet curls that
fell to the middle of her back, just below her shoulder blades; her
perfectly tanned skin glowing beautifully.
As she stood there shaking, pulse racing, heart pounding; tears started
to swell in Erica's eyes. Based on their reactions, and given the
circumstances, she knew her parents had to be extremely disappointed.
"I-I-I can explain."
"Where is your tuxedo?!?" dad asked.
"At Rachel's house," Erica stared down at the floor, unable to look him
in the eye.
She had never intended to hurt her parents, wishing that they would
never have to know, but it was the senior prom, and she was not going to
miss it; nor did want to go through the rest of her life with regret.
Her parents had always told her that she had to make every moment count
because once that moment's gone you can never go back. They told her; in
an effort to keep her grades up, an earned 'C' is a recorded 'C', you
can't go back and change it. She understood what they were saying;
you've only got one life; live in a way you will never have to look back
with regret and wish you had done things differently.
"Is that how you went to the prom?" her dad asked.
Erica's lower lip quivered, "Y-yes, yes sir."
Erica mind traced back over the events of the evening; remembering how
she and Rachel had been planning it since January.She remembered how
Rachel helped to transform her from the lonely, confused, unhappy male;
Eric, into the lovely, bubbly, happy Erica, standing here now. She
thought back to that Saturday at the mall when Rachel had spent the
entire day modeling prom dresses for Eric and how she had saved him from
embarrassment by purchasing the clothes for him. She thought about the
small collection of pantyhose, shapers, panties and bras she had in her
room, in a bok hidden in the back of the closet. Rachel had given Eric;
the denim skirt, and cute silk top hanging behind all the boy clothes
and Eric's favorite pair of low rise flared-leg jeans with the pretty
little pink bows sewn along the seam of one leg. She thought about the
thrill Eric and Rachel both had had when they ordered the wig and
silicon breast forms.
The excitement of the day they arrived and the joy Eric felt the first
time he glued them on. She thought about all the times, practically
every afternoon, when her parent's thought ther son was only studying at
Rachel's house, and how, in reality, Susan was putting him through a
crash course in all things feminine; teaching him how to do his nails,
apply make-up, walk in heels, sit like a girl, carry himself and act
completely feminine; basically everything a teenage girl knows about
looking, feeling, and being attractive and feminine. She thought about
the Saturday evenings, and how, with mom gone to her weekly wine socials
at the country club and dad on the golf course; she would spend all
afternoon at Rachel's house, transforming into Erica and how they would
don short skirts or tight jeans, do each other's make-up and hair, then
go out for a drive around the other side of town, in Rachel' mom's
convertible, stopping for burgers' at Johnny's; the spot where all the
cross town rival high school boys hung out ogling the females. She
reminisced about that one boy, Ryan, that had been taken with Erica and
how he nervoulsy flirted with her, every time they went there, totally
unaware that Erica was really a guy underneath the illusion of the cute
teenage girl he saw before him and how this had made Eric feel totally
at ease and comfortable as Erica.
She was jolted from her reminiscing by her father's voice. "So how did
it go? Were there any problems or issues tonight? Do you have any
regrets for going dressed like?" her dad asked.
"It was lovely, and no, no sir, I don't have any regrets."
Mom stood up and walked over to her son, and reaching out she took
Erica's hands in hers. For a brief moment she admired her son's pretty,
feminine fingernails, the tiny little cubic zirconium "engagement" style
ring on her right ring finger and how dainty and feminine they made her
son's hand's look; then she looked Eric in the eyes with a single tear
escaping the corner of her own.
"I'm disappointed, but not in you. No, I'm proud of you. Im proud that
you had the courade to make the moment count. Proud that you were
courageous enough to do what your heart was telling you you had to do.
No, the disapointment is that you didnt confide in me earlier and as a
result, I missed getting to be apart of your big night. Prom is a big
night and you look very pretty and...I didn't have a hand in it. I
missed getting to take you shopping for a prom dress. I missed helping
you pick out your jewelry. I missed everything." She started to cry and
Erica's dad put his arm around mom and gave her a comforting hug.
Erica was stupefied by her mother's statements. Her mind was blank. Just
moments ago, before entering the house, she had tried to create all the
arguments that her parents would have and the only counterargument she
could think of; to apologies and swear to never do it again.
"Mom, I'm sorry." He did not want to hurt them. "I'll never do it again,
I swear." He did not know what else to say.
"Yes you will," she stated between sobs. She knew that, obviously, this
was not the first time her little baby had transformed himself. With all
the trouble he had gone to to look as beautiful and completely feminine
as he did standing before her, she knew that tonight would not be the
last. No Erica was doing too convincing of a job at appearing as a girl
to convince her it was a one time thing. And if she were to be honest
with herself, she knew she didn't really want it to be the last time
either. She had to have a complete hysterectomy after giving birth to
Eric and had always wished she could have another child, a daughter she
could take shopping and buy all kinds of pretty, feminine things for.
"Mom, I'm real sorry. I swear I'll never do it again."
Erica's mom got control of her emotions. "Don't make promises you can't
keep."
"We're not angry with you, honey," his dad stated.
"But, Dad you've got to be disappointed. I mean what parent wouldn't be,
especially a father." Erica said, because that was the way she felt. Her
mother reached out and hugged her and her Dad joined in embracing them
both, pulling them into a nice, warm lingering embrace, tightly aginst
his chest. Once her father had released the embrace and given his child
a sweet kiss on her forehead, he stretched, and stated, "I'm going to go
to bed and leave you two to talk." Just before turning to head into the
bedroom, he leaned in to give Erica's mom a kiss on the cheek and
whispered in her ear, "Let me know how it goes." Then leaning over
toward Erica he gave his child another kiss,this time a soft peck on the
cheek then said, "It's going to be alright, dear. Goodnight, girls."
Erica heard her father's words, goodnight girls. That was a word she had
long dreamed of hearing her dad say in reference to her.
"Come, honey, let's have a seat on the couch. I have so much I want to
know. By the way, what feminine name have you chosen? I assume you do
have one? ", her mom asked as she took her son by the hand and led him
to the loveseat across the room. As she took a seat she noticed how
naturally Erica reached and smoothed the back of her dress, so as not to
wrinkle it as she sat down on the edge of the couch, back straight,
knees together, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand on top of the
other; resting on her lap.
"I kinda like, Erica."
"Ok,...So, Erica... how about you start by telling tell me all about the
prom?"
The End?
Erica's Beginning
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