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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: January 18, 2010)
Chapter 18 - The After Party
"How did it go?" Mom asked when I walked inside. She and Dad were sitting
in the living room, waiting for me to come home. The smile on Mom's face
made me believe that she had been watching the awards on TV.
"It went okay," I said. I tried not to let any of my conflicting emotions
through.
She smiled at me. Obviously she had seen the kiss, and heard the speech
Josh gave. Dad looked a little rattled. I guess the idea of one of your
sons kissing a hot boy could be a little upsetting. Even if Mom seemed to
be okay with it, I knew this girl thing was still upsetting my dad a bit.
I couldn't help the smile and blush that came unbidden to my face at
Mom's look. She always seemed to know how I was feeling, and that didn't
seem to have changed since I became Megan.
"Just remember to be careful, Megan," Mom said. "You've got more than one
secret you're keeping from him."
I blushed harder. I couldn't believe that she could read me that well!
"It's not like that, Mom," I told her. "Yes, he's very good looking, but
there is a lot about him that I can't stand. He's so aggravating
sometimes, but seems to care a great deal at other times."
"Did he treat you right?" My dad asked, speaking for the first time.
"Yes, Daddy, he did," I replied. He looked relieved at my words.
"Good," he said and stood up from the couch. He came over to me and
kissed my forehead. "Have a good night, Princess."
He then walked out of the living room and toward my parents' bedroom,
leaving my mom and me alone.
"Is he okay?" I asked my mom while walking around the couch and taking a
seat next to her.
"He's fine," Mom answered. "He seems to accept you as a girl, but he's
still getting used to it. You dating already may be too much for him to
process right now."
"But he set it up!" I exclaimed. "If he doesn't want me to date, he
shouldn't have set it up!"
"I know, honey," Mom said and took my hand in hers. "But I don't think he
realized what it would mean when he did. I don't think it really hit him
until you kissed Josh on the cheek. The whole country saw that, you
know."
"Yeah," I sighed. "I figured that would be the case."
"Can I ask..." she started before stopping to collect her thoughts. "I
mean, why did you kiss him?"
"I don't know," I told her truthfully. "I surprised myself probably as
much as I surprised Dad."
Mom chuckled lightly at my joke.
"Dinner didn't go very well," I continued. "He seemed interested in me,
but he didn't care about how much of Dad's money he spent, then he was
flirting with girls when he went to the restroom, but he got mad at me
for talking to the waiter while he was gone. After we were done eating
dinner, I was sure that we couldn't even be friends."
"What changed?" Mom asked the one question I was scared to answer.
"I don't know; something happened between the restaurant and the
theater." I told her. "When we were walking the red carpet, he really
seemed to care about my feelings. He helped me through the scary parts. I
don't think I would have made it to the theater if he hadn't been there.
It was like he was a completely different guy. And it wasn't even for the
cameras, because he was doing it before we got out of the car."
"So you kissed him," she prompted.
"Not consciously!" I exclaimed. "I mean, I didn't even know that I was
going to, he just looked frozen in place, and it just happened!"
Mom nodded like it was the explanation she was expecting. Then she asked,
"What did you whisper to him?"
"Whisper?" I asked myself, trying to remember what I had said. "Oh! I
just told him that he deserved the award."
Mom looked a little skeptical, but seemed to accept my answer.
"Do you want to see him again?" she eventually asked.
"I don't know," I replied once again. It seemed to be the answer of the
evening. "He's nice and all. And he IS very attractive, that much I know.
But I can't believe I'm even feeling that way. I've only been a girl for
a week, Mom. How could I be having these feelings? I've never felt this
way before!"
I was surprised to find that I was crying. My emotions seemed to be so
close to the surface these days, and I didn't know why.
"It's okay, Megan," Mom said. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled
me into a comforting hug. "This is going to be a tough time for you. I
don't know the answer to your question, but it's something you are going
to need to think about. Mary can help you with that more than I can, but
I'll always be here for you."
"Thanks, Mom," I said while I sobbed into her shoulder. "This has been a
crazy week, and I still don't know how to handle some of this stuff!"
"You'll be okay, Megan," she comforted me again. "You're my little girl.
You've been my little girl for a long time, even if you didn't know it. I
know this is new to you, but you've been acting like a girl for quite a
while now. These feelings shouldn't surprise you."
I was surprised though. I knew my mom had thought of me as her daughter
for a while. She had said as much in the car on the way to the salon the
other night. But I didn't realize I had been acting like a girl for that
long. I mean, if that was the case, wouldn't everyone at school be making
fun of me or something? Someone would have said something, I thought.
I almost didn't believe Mom's statement, but she seemed so sincere, I had
to believe her. I knew that I had been getting close to going full time
as a girl. I'd started growing out my hair and started dressing more
androgynously a couple of years ago. But I never thought that I had
started acting differently!
"I'm not telling you this to upset you," Mom continued. "I just want you
to know what I see."
"I feel so lost!" I cried into her shoulder. "I mean, I thought I was a
boy, but everything seems to make so much sense when I dress up as
Megan."
"Honey," my mom started to say. Before she could finish the front door
opened again and we heard Austin and some of his friends laughing. Before
I knew what was happening, Mom had pushed me down into the couch before
she stood up.
"Austin!" she yelled at him. He and his friends froze immediately, or at
least stopped talking. I couldn't see them and I finally realized why I
had been pushed into the couch.
"What?" he asked, unsure of what he had done wrong.
"Take your friends back outside for a few minutes," she said in a more
comforting tone. "You're sister isn't...decent."
"Oh!" he responded a second later. "Ok."
I heard them shuffling back toward the door. The last thing I heard
before the door closed was, "Since when do you have a sister?"
"Come on," Mom said when the coast was clear. "Let's get you out of that
wig."
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Fifteen minutes later the wig had been stored in the armoire, the dress
had been hung up in Sarah's closet, and I was wearing a silky pink pajama
set. It was nearly 11 at night, and I was ready for bed.
Apparently Mom had given Austin permission to have a few friends spend
the night, and then forgot about it while talking to me. Luckily her
quick thinking had preserved my secret, and she was going to talk to
Austin about being more careful when Sarah might be around.
"Put on some lighter makeup, and meet me in the kitchen," Mom told me
before leaving Sarah's room. "I'll make us some hot chocolate."
I smiled at her and nodded. Hot chocolate was our comfort food, and we
often drank it while we talked. Dad and Austin never seemed to get into
it, though.
Mom left the room, closing the door behind her. I turned my attention to
the vanity and got to work on my makeup. I removed the evening's tear-
stained application and applied only enough to make me presentable to the
boys until bedtime.
I opened the door, and was immediately overwhelmed with the sound of
yelling boys coming from the kitchen.
I started walking down the hall, but before I got to the kitchen Austin
came around the corner.
"Megan!" he said, obviously not expecting to see me. He continued in a
softer tone. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't think that Sarah would be
here."
"It's okay," I told him with a smile. "I don't think any of us thought
about it. We'll just have to be more careful in the future."
Unexpectedly, he smiled back before walking up to me and wrapping his
arms around me in a hug.
"You make a much better sister," he said before he let me go and
continued down the hall to his room.
I stood there, shocked at his pronouncement! Even Austin thought I made a
better girl! It seemed almost like the decision had been made for me. I
really needed to talk to Mary now.
Eventually I made it to the kitchen, where my mom was taking a pizza out
of the oven. Obviously, teenage boys are always hungry. I guess that's
something else I didn't share with them.
"Hi, Megan," Mom said when she saw me. The noise in the kitchen ceased
immediately, and the boys all turned from the dining table to look at me.
I'd met many of them before as Brett, and didn't know how they would take
the change.
I uncomfortably realized that they were all staring at me in a way that
boys didn't use to stare at me.
I smiled at them shyly before taking a seat at the counter, in the
kitchen, away from the table they were at in the dining room.
"Would you like a slice of pizza?" Mom asked me. My salad seemed like a
long time ago, but I still didn't feel hungry. I shook my head.
She finished cutting the pizza and carried it over to the dining room
table. I was glad to see the boys' attention move to the food instead of
me.
Austin came back in and headed for the table. "Ooh," he said when he saw
the pizza was on the table and rushed to get some before it was all gone.
"Dude!" I heard one of his friends try to whisper. "Your sister is hot!"
I felt myself blush again, but I didn't want to look over to see who had
said it. I was hoping it was one of the two I hadn't met before.
"Ignore them," Mom said, placing a mug of hot chocolate in front of me.
"Boys will be boys."
"I guess," I replied, taking a sip of the warm liquid.
She came around the counter and sat down between the boys and me.
"How are you doing?" she asked me quietly when Austin and his friends had
returned to their previous noise level.
"I'm doing fine," I told her with a smile. "It's just been an interesting
week."
"Can I ask you one thing?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied, taking another sip of the hot chocolate. It was good,
and it helped me relax.
"Are you happy?"
I had to think about that. I took another sip of the hot chocolate to buy
me the time I needed to think. I really enjoyed the previous week. It was
a lot of fun becoming Megan, and I think that I felt more at ease as her.
I definitely enjoyed a lot of Sarah's life.
But was I truly happy? I knew what Mom was really asking. She wanted to
know if I wanted to stay this way. Honestly, I'd felt more alive during
this week than I had at any other time during my life. But I didn't know
if it was just the novelty of a new way of life, or if it was something I
really wanted to do. I thought about it some more while taking another
sip of the hot chocolate.
"Yes," I finally told her. "I am."
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