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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: April 19, 2010)
Chapter 31 - Revelations
"Megan Campbell?" the nurse called out from where she was standing near
the reception desk of the L.A. Gender Clinic.
I gulped, but stood up. I wasn't sure what they were looking for, and it
was making me nervous.
"Come on back," the nurse said with a smile as I approached her. I
looked over my shoulder to make sure that Mom was following me. There
was no way I was doing this alone. I followed the nurse down the hall
and into an exam room.
"Mrs. Campbell," the nurse said after we had entered. "You can take a
seat on one of those chairs. Megan, I need you to take off your clothes
and put on the gown lying on the exam bed. You may leave your underwear
on for now."
For now? I didn't like the sound of that. Before I could ask for
clarification, the nurse had already left the room.
With a lot of trepidation, I started to undress. There was a small
curtain in one corner of the room that I could have used for modesty,
but I wasn't really very worried about my mom seeing me in my underwear
anymore. Once I had my clothes off and folded on a chair next to where
my mom was sitting, I glanced over at her. She smiled a reassuring
smile.
"You look beautiful, honey," she finally said. "You truly are my little
girl."
I started to blush. I hid it by turning back to the examination bed and
picking up the hospital gown. It was one of those lousy ones that tied
in the back and did nothing to cover the backside. At least I was still
wearing underwear to hide any unsuspecting looks.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before the nurse returned.
"Okay, Megan," she said while motioning for me to lie back on the bed.
At the same time she pressed a button on the bed to lift the back up to
meet me. Once I was in a semi-inclined position, the bed stopped rising.
"Have you ever had an ultrasound before?" she asked me while grabbing a
cart and pulling it over to the bed before taking a seat on a wheeled
stool.
"No," I told her honestly.
"Well," she replied with more cheer than I could muster. "Other than a
little bit of pressure and the initial temperature of the gel, there
really isn't anything uncomfortable to worry about."
She turned the monitor to face her, but in the process she positioned
the monitor so that I couldn't see it.
"Do I get to see?" I asked. I was still nervous about what would be on
the image, but I still wanted to see it.
"I'm afraid not," the nurse said with a slight frown. "The doctor has
asked that I do not show you the results today. She doesn't want to
worry you unnecessarily before your appointment on Friday."
That had the unfortunate and opposite effect of making me worried.
"My name is Stephanie, by the way," the nurse said as she lifted the
gown up far enough to expose my abdomen. I guess it still provided some
modesty, but I was left wondering why I had even put the gown on in the
first place.
"We're doing a pelvic ultrasound today," Stephanie said. "I know this
might be embarrassing for you, but it will give us a better picture of
what's going on inside of that tummy of yours."
She gave me a reassuring smile, but that didn't help at all.
"This next part might be a little uncomfortable for you, but remember,
we're all girls here." Her smile this time did have me smiling back. It
really felt nice when people said that. She then picked up a bottle from
the cart, uncapped it, and started squirting a cold liquid onto my
abdomen before starting to smear it around. At one point she pulled my
panties down slightly, and I was afraid she was going to expose
something, but she stopped short. When she was done, she picked up the
thing that they always run across the bellies of pregnant women on TV.
"Alright," she said. "I need you to try to hold still. If you can keep
your breaths shallow, it will help. If not, I might ask you to hold your
breath for a bit. I'm just going to move this transducer around your
tummy and stop at a few places."
"Okay," I said. I just wanted this to be over with.
She then started moving the transducer over different sections of my
lower stomach. She'd pause every so often and press a key or two on the
computer. I was a bit uncomfortable when she moved the transducer lower,
but she was able to help control my anxiety through the process. I
watched her, hoping to get some indication of what she was seeing, but
her face stayed impassive for the next twenty minutes or so that it took
to perform the ultrasound. Whatever she was finding, I wouldn't get to
hear about it until Friday.
Eventually, she placed the transducer down and grabbed a towel.
"Good job, Megan," she said. "I think we have some really good images
that the doctor will be pleased with."
She started to wipe up the goop that she had placed on my tummy earlier.
After she had most of it off, she handed me a couple of wet wipes to
finish off, leaving the more intimate areas to me, thank goodness.
"You're all set," she said while pushing the cart back and standing up.
"The doctor will have your results by Friday. You're welcome to leave
once you get dressed."
"Thank you," I said, even though I didn't know why I was thanking her.
She smiled and then left me to get dressed.
---
We were sitting in our front room with Emily and her parents a few hours
later. Dad had invited them over for dessert, but hadn't told them why.
Emily had kept her word and hadn't told them my secret either.
I helped Mom pass out the banana splits we had made to everyone while
Dad started on the specifics.
"Have you two heard of Sarah Carerra," he asked Dan and Sharon Prescott.
I saw both of them nod before Emily's mom replied.
"Yes," she said. "She's that young new singer. Emily has been going on
and on about her all weekend."
I almost dropped the bowl that I was handing to Emily, which led us both
into giggles for a few moments. But it wasn't just my mishap that had
caused our mirth. I knew how excited Emily was to learn of my alternate
identity. I just hadn't expected her to go on and on about it.
"Sarah is one of my clients," Dad said. "Emily helped write a couple of
her new songs, and Sarah wants to make sure that she is given both
credit and her share of the proceeds."
Both of Emily's parents were startled by the news.
"You helped write some of her songs?" Dan asked his daughter with some
skepticism. Emily nodded.
"Megan and Emily wrote the songs," my dad explained. "But Sarah is going
to perform them. However, it's a bit more complicated than that."
Dad looked over at me as I grabbed my own bowl and sat down next to
Emily. Emily's parents followed his gaze. I had wanted the words to come
from me, and now I was being put on the spot.
"I'm Sarah Carerra," I told them bluntly. I didn't want to sugarcoat it
at all. The looks I received in return from my revelation were of
skepticism instead of understanding, so I explained. "We created Sarah
as a way to keep my normal life separate from the fame that Sarah is
going to receive. It's why my career was so secretive up until now. It's
why I couldn't tell Emily."
"Why are you telling us now?" Dan asked.
"Like I said," Dad took over the speaking. "Sarah...Megan wants Emily to
receive her share of the profits for the songs they wrote together. That
will require a guardian's signature to complete the paperwork. We wanted
you to be aware of what's going on because we'll be using a pseudonym
for Emily."
"Why a pseudonym?" Dan asked.
"We're trying to protect Megan's true identity as much as possible," Dad
explained. "To allow Emily and Ethan to go to different events with
Megan, we need to disguise them to keep anyone from making the
connection between Sarah's and Megan's friends."
Thankfully, both of Emily's parents nodded at the logic Dad was using. I
was half-afraid that they wouldn't let Emily go through with this.
"What name did you choose?" Dan asked, directing his question at Emily.
"Chloe Carpenter," Emily responded. "It sounded somewhat starish, I
guess."
Her dad nodded, then we slipped into an uncomfortable silence for a
moment or two.
"Can we hear the songs?" Susan, Emily's mother, finally asked me. "Emily
always said that you had a good voice, but I've never really heard you
sing before. Megan, you sounded really good at church, but it isn't
quite the same as hearing you sing alone."
"Yeah!" I said excitedly. I'd wanted to share my singing with them since
they had brought it up over lunch the week before. Now I had the chance!
"Let me get my guitar," I said while I stood up and ran down the hall to
Sarah's room, where my guitar case was being stored.
I retrieved it and walked back down the hall to the assembled group. I
sat back down next to Emily and opened the case and pulled out my new
pride and joy. I slung the shoulder strap over my neck and strummed the
strings lightly. Before I started I looked up at the many people sitting
around the room.
Susan looked very excited, Dan looked intrigued, Dad was smiling a
knowing smile, Emily was beaming, and my mom...Mom was almost crying! It
was then that I realized she hadn't heard me perform as Sarah. She
hadn't come to any of our sessions at the record company, and I hadn't
played the songs at all while at home.
She caught my gaze, and smiled widely as tears started to slide down her
cheek. I smiled back warmly. I was going to take the time to play all of
my songs for her sometime soon, perhaps even tonight. She deserved the
chance to hear them.
"These two songs are kind of fairy tale-ish," I told them. "Emily and I
wrote them about three months ago."
"Start with 'Ever After'," Emily said before I could start playing. Then
she turned to her mom, "It's the good one."
"'Ever After' it is," I said with a smile. I then started strumming the
guitar and started singing the song. It felt so good to be singing
again. It felt so good to finally let other people hear my voice and not
be ashamed by it. The realization that I had come to on Sunday was more
than evident in my singing. I didn't have to hide my voice anymore.
About halfway through the song Austin walked into the room. He'd been
hanging out in his room, but hearing my singing had caused him to come
out and investigate. He sat down on the couch next to Mom with a large
smile plastered across his face.
I continued to sing, returning his smile with one of my own. The song
seemed to have everyone in the room entranced, myself included.
When the song ended, I could feel the rush flow through me that I had
started to recognize as the joy I had in performing. The excitement and
the emotion were all so much more tangible than it had ever been when I
was Brett.
"That was awesome, Megan!" Austin was the first to speak. He hadn't ever
really heard me sing either. His compliment brought another smile to my
lips. "When did you get that guitar? It's pretty cool."
"Thanks," I told him. "Dad bought it for me last Thursday."
"Sarah bought it herself," Dad interceded before Austin could complain
about not getting anything expensive. That clarification made me frown.
I thought it was a present from him, not something that was bought with
my earnings.
"The song was lovely, Megan," Susan Prescott said. "You really do have a
beautiful voice."
"Thank you," I replied, but I could feel the beginning of another blush.
I continued to sing some of my songs for them for the next half hour or
so. It was great to be able to share this part of my life with the
people I cared most about. If only Ethan had been there, it would have
been perfect.
By the end of the night, I had sung all of the songs for them, except
for the cover of Rock Star. They had nothing but praise for me, but
perhaps that was to be expected from family. I was sure there was still
plenty I could improve on.
Falling asleep that night was easy after they had poured so much of
their love into me.
---
I was nervous walking to school the next day. Finals were over, and I
didn't know what that would mean for me regarding the harassment I had
been receiving. The threat of being suspended without being able to take
the finals was no longer there to prevent others from doing something to
me. It was either going to be a very bad day, or a very good one.
"Are you guys coming this afternoon?" I asked Emily and Ethan while we
walked. We hadn't talked about them coming, but they knew I was meeting
my choreographer.
"I can't," Ethan said while frowning. "My mom is checking me out early.
We're going up to my uncle's this evening."
I nodded. Ethan's family often made the long, two-hour drive up to his
extended family's house.
"What about you, Emily?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I want to go to a couple of classes after
lunch and get my teachers to sign my yearbook. But I really, really,
want to come with you too."
"It might be boring today," I tried to tell her. "I don't know what I'm
going to be doing with the choreographer."
"Mom said she would drive me down later if I wanted to come after
classes," she said hopefully.
"That would work," I told her. "I don't know exactly where it is, but
I'm sure we could get the address from my dad."
"Sounds like a plan," she said while smiling.
---
Yearbook day was one of the best days of the school year. No pop
quizzes, no assignments, no teacher lectures, just people hanging around
signing each other's yearbooks.
We still had to go to class though. They passed the yearbooks out during
first period, and other than free time at lunch, we only got to see the
people in our classes throughout the day. Luckily, I got to leave at the
end of lunch to meet my choreographer.
I had no problems getting to my first period class. I did get a couple
of dirty looks from a couple of football players, but they didn't try
anything. They seemed to be even more upset with me since the incident
with Jared. I was certain they blamed me for the whole thing, but nobody
else had tried to do anything to me. I hoped that streak continued
throughout the day.
Ms. Carson was happy to sign my yearbook. She really seemed to be
friendly to me since Friday's incident. Most of the other students were
the same way. It felt weird to be writing messages to the people I'd
known throughout the school year and signing them as Megan, but at the
same time it also felt right.
Second, third, and fourth period also went by without a hitch. I was
signing more yearbooks than I had ever done in previous years. I'd
apparently made a big impression on people with my change, and they
wanted to remember me, for better or worse.
When lunch started, I managed to stop by the classrooms of a couple of
teachers whom I wanted to get to sign my yearbook. Even Coach Madsen had
been willing to sign it.
Dad was picking me up just before the end of lunch, so I had enough time
to find some of my friends whom I wanted to have sign my yearbook before
I had to leave. I also had enough time to grab some lunch. After getting
my food, I sat down next to Emily at our usual table. She immediately
grabbed my yearbook and I grabbed hers. The yearbooks then continued to
be passed around the table until our small group of friends had time to
sign each one. I even had a few others come up to me and ask for me to
sign their yearbooks while we ate.
Toward the end of lunch, when I was getting ready to meet my dad in the
office, I noticed Paul Johnson nervously looking at me from where he was
sitting at another table. Paul had been my lab partner in biology last
semester. He wasn't the most social person, and it had taken most of the
semester to get him to finally open up to me. I liked Paul, but we
hadn't really seen each other much after biology had ended. I did have a
good idea of why he was hesitant to talk to me, though.
"I'll make sure my dad gives your mom the address," I said to Emily as I
stood up. She nodded back to me and I grabbed my bag and empty tray and
walked over to the table that Paul was sitting at.
"Hi, Paul," I told him while sitting down across from him. "Will you
sign my yearbook?"
I handed him my yearbook, but he looked like he was going to have a
heart attack just taking it from my hands.
"Paul," I said with a genuine smile. He looked at me, and I had the
sudden thought that he might just throw up if he tried to talk. "It's
me, you don't have to be scared to talk to me, okay. We got past that
last semester, remember?"
He nodded, and he started to look better, but he was still shaking
slightly.
"Is it because I'm a girl now?" I asked him. He nodded and dropped his
eyes. Paul had admitted to me that he was scared of girls. He choked up
every time he tried to talk to them. He was a really nice guy, but no
girl had ever been given the chance to know him because he couldn't
communicate with them. "I'm still the same person, Paul. Don't think of
me as a girl. Think of me as a friend."
"But you're so beautiful," he finally managed to speak. Immediately I
started to blush, which only served to make him embarrassed on top of
the discomfort he was already feeling.
"Thank you, Paul," I reassured him. "But you don't have to be afraid to
talk to me, okay? We're friends, and I'll be there for you if you need
anything."
Paul really needed a good friend. He'd come to me a few times since the
end of the last semester when he needed someone to talk to, and I didn't
want that to stop just because I was Megan now. I felt bad enough that I
couldn't do more for him, but being his friend would have to suffice.
"Will you sign my yearbook?" I asked him a second time. This time he
smiled. I think he was happy to still call me his friend, and I hoped he
could learn to get past the changes that I had gone through.
"Only if you sign mine," he said.
I smiled and picked his yearbook up and flipped through it to where my
picture was located. It of course still listed me as Brett, since they
were printed long before last Monday, but I had made sure to cross it
out and write Megan for any book that I had signed. The funny thing was
that the picture was actually a picture of Megan. Sure, I was Brett at
the time it was taken, but I didn't see him in the picture, I could only
see me. It seemed fitting to me.
With care, I wrote 'I'll always be there when you need me,' and signed
it 'Megan'.
---
"Hi Dad," I said when I entered the main office a few minutes later.
"Hi, Princess," he replied. "Are you ready to go?"
"Almost," I told him. "I was hoping to get Principal Hall to sign my
yearbook first."
"He's in his office if you'd like to ask," the secretary helpfully
interrupted.
"Okay," I said and walked over to the Principal's door. I gave it a
light knock, not sure if this was a good idea or not. After a moment or
two, the door opened and the principal was standing there.
"Hi, um, Principal Hall," I stammered.
"Hi, Megan," he responded with a grin that helped to put me at ease.
"What can I do for you?"
I lifted up my yearbook for him to see. "I was hoping you'd sign my
yearbook?"
He took the proffered book and stepped back into his office, where he
grabbed another book and a pen off of his desk.
"Only if you sign mine," he said with an even larger smile. This one
wasn't forced.
"It would be my pleasure," I replied with a smile matching his own.
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