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Sorority Tutor by Linda_C Holly pointed at his feet, "You know, except for his sneakers, Ella is dressed completely as a girl. I know we wanted to get him some dresses, but I think we should get him some sandals and heels first." All the girls agreed, of course, and Jake was led to Payless, which wasn't too far away in the mall. He'd been in the store before and remembered how the men's section was really small. That wouldn't a problem this time, he thought. This was it, he realized. He had nothing left. And the girls went crazy. It seemed they really liked shopping for shoes, and just couldn't wait to start getting him something "cute" and "adorable". Jake was amazed at the variety. It didn't matter that he might not need a pair of $200 leather boots with a stiletto heel, they made him try it on anyway and walk around so he could experience what it was like. He had never worn heels before, and it showed. He had to walk very slowly, and hold his body in a totally different, which the girls noted gave him a more feminine silhouette. But it didn't end there. He tried on wedges, stilettos, booties, pumps, Mary Janes, sandals and many other, to his mind, crazy types. They were there for two hours, and he was wiped out when they were done. He ended up purchasing a pair of black Mary Janes with a low heel that Jill said would work with most of his outfits, some white strappy sandals to go with most of his sorority outfits, and a pair of pink pumps for those special times, they said, he really wanted to be extra girly. To wear out of the store he also got some ankle boots that they all thought were so adorable and fashionable, which had a square toe, inside size zipper, and two and a half inch thick chunky heels. "They will go with almost all of your outfits, Ella!" Vicky told him. "They are really cute, I'm sure you'll grow to love them as much as I do. I have a pair that is similar, and they are on sale!!" Sale or not, the shoes were expensive. And walking in them was incredibly awkward for him. Worst of all, though, was that Jake realized he was now head to toe on women's clothing. Even his jewelry named him a girl, his necklace literally, and he was carrying a purse with a woman's wallet inside. When walking around the mall he realized that people could still tell he was a guy, but not all the time, especially when surrounded by the sorority girls. As he walked he felt and heard his heels click on the mall floor, the straps of his bra against his body and the weight of his chest. He got a little dizzy and asked to sit down, and the girls quickly agreed. The stopped at a coffee shop and bought him a green tea, even though his normal drink was a coffee. Still, it was nice to take some weight off his heels, and it gave him a chance to relax. Jill told him, "Ella, I'm thrilled with you so far today. We still have so much to do, and I think you realize that there is no way we are going to finish today. It will take many more trips to get you a full wardrobe! But we still have to get you some skirts and dresses. I know! Let's go to Plato's Closet and pick up a bunch of stuff. Then next week we can shop again and fill out your wardrobe." "Unless they don't have enough that we like," Vicki added. "I want her in skirts or dresses at least five days a week." Everyone except Jake nodded, smiled, and agreed. When they finished their tea and coffee, they all grabbed their purses, including Jake, he thought glumly, and headed to the store. Plato's Closet was a surprising large store, where people could turn in used yet fashionable clothes for money and also buy outfits at reduced prices. Apparently none of his guy clothes were brought here because they weren't hip enough. And while there were clothes for men here, Jake noticed that most of the store was for women and teen girls. Plenty for him to look through now, he realized. Stacy said, "We all know Ella's sizes, so let's split up and find some cute outfits for her! Ella, you have to find yourself at least two skirts, tops, or dresses, then head on over to the changing rooms. We'll meet you there and have you try on stuff. And you had better find some clothes we like for you, because if you don't..." Stacy thought a bit and said, "Then we'll have you try on some of the prom gowns here and make you go into class wearing one of them!" They all laughed at that, except for Jake, who definitely didn't want to do that, and was shocked that there was still threats for Stacy to hold over him. "I'll find something Miss Stacy, don't worry!" Jake assured them. Jake starting looking around in the store. Thanks to the girls he knew his size, and also knew it could vary. Women's clothes were weird, he thought to himself, and the whole sizing thing was one of the reasons. How could anything be size 0, or smaller? Not that he had that issue, but still, it was strange. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to be here, but he had made his decision, so he looked at clothes, in earnest. He saw there were some really stupid articles of clothing, such as really short skirts and corset tops and some incredibly sheer tops. Jake didn't want to wear any of those, and knew that the best thing he could do for himself was at least pick out clothing that was, well, decent. He shivered thinking about what Stacy would get for him. Even though he'd been reading tons of fashion magazines, he still didn't really get fashion. Instead, he decided to just pick out what he'd like to see on women, things he would find pretty. He could pretend he was shopping for Sarah, even though he knew he would never have done that. He picked out a couple of ankle length tiered skirts. One was almost in Delta sorority green, so he figured they'd love that. Another was in a neutral brown. Figuring he'd need another style, he found a slightly flared just above the knee jean skirt. He took a couple of others in slightly different styles, just in case. He shivered and cringed, not wanting to wear any of this stuff to class! Some of the girls were already by the changing rooms, and Jake was relieved at their response since he did not want to wear a gown! "Ella, well done! Those are very cute! Go ahead and try them on." Vicki also gave him some tops to try on with the skirts. They pointed to the men's changing rooms, as he wasn't allowed on the women's side. They had asked. He didn't know which would be worse, but at least there weren't too many men around, and the guys pretty much ignored him anyway, or avoiding eye contact and walking away quickly. The two tiered skirts he found fit fine, as they had elastic waists. The jean skirt was tight, and hard to zip up, but the girls said that it was supposed to be that way, and the loved it on him, as well as the two tiered skirts. The prices were insanely low, so he asked to buy them, and they all agreed. The tops they picked out were girly, but nothing silly. The print tank top was colorful but would go with the jean skirt. The blouse he was given was almost shirt like, but the sleeves went only to just past his elbows, and it felt really sheer, which was just strange, along with the very thin black belt at the waist. At least it was white. They had him pick up a camisole to wear under it so his bra wouldn't show Another button down black and white print blouse had billowy sleeves with tight cuffs. And a third one they got for him was all light and airy. The sleeves were sheer as was most of the top, though it had a lining. He hated the front ruffle part (oh, right, it was a placket he recalled) and it was a light tan with multi-colored small pedals all over it. These clothes were crazy! But Maria and the others loved how they looked on him. More skirts and tops were brought to him, and he had to model them all. He was allowed to say something didn't fit, and even veto some items if he gave a good reason. Because he accepted most of the items they suggested, they didn't give him a hard time about what he declined. Because of this he didn't have to get any micro miniskirts, nor any animal print tops. Jake wanted to veto them all, but knew that would just make things worse. He thought that Stacy would get him something that would be embarrassing, something really slutty or just rough to wear, like a really tight pencil skirt or deep neckline halter top. But she did something unexpected. While he had to try on quite a number of dresses, most of them were normal and items the other girls would wear. A pink halter maxi dress, a boho dress with an India style print, a floral cap sleeve dress, and the like. Stacy came back with three dresses that ended up being in his size, and while they seemed okay, when he looked at them they seemed off, and he couldn't understand why until Stacy explained it to him. Smiling, she said, "These are from the Junior department! They should fit you, and there are girls in college who wear them, but not many, only the really girly ones. So you might, well, stand out more, but what girl doesn't want to stand out!" Once she explained it, Jake could see that yes, these were dresses that high school girls would wear. Which was why he found himself modeling an above the knee halter dress that was all flowery in yellows, whites, blues, and green, with a huge ruffle on the round halter neck. And a sleeveless dress with a ruffled skirt, thin braided belt, back keyhole opening, in white with bright thin feather print on the chiffon fabric. This one was short too, and Stacy thought he looked adorable when she had him twirl in it. The other girls loved it too. The last dress, though, was almost too much for him. It was a white a- line dress with black flowers, with pink bands at the shoulder straps and banded waist. It felt formal to him, like what a teen girl would wear to a wedding or something. He felt so exposed and girly. Sure, it was an extremely pretty dress, and some of the other women at the store compliment him on it behind their giggles. Holly found a pink clutch to go with it, and when Stacy said, "Tell us how much you love it, Ella!" he knew he wouldn't be allowed to veto it. "This dress is so adorable!" Jake told them. "I hope we can find a fun occasion for me to wear this!" He tried to sound sincere. Stacy wasn't buying it, and grinned, "Oh, no, this is for school. We'll get you some more formal dresses later for appropriate occasions, don't worry!" That was when they started talking about gowns and even wedding dresses, but Jill said that as long as Ella was a good girl, she wouldn't have to try on a wedding gown. Jake swallowed hard, and was still amazed to realize that there was more he wanted to avoid and that they could threaten him with. They were in the store for hours. He eventually picked up some sweaters, more tops, skirts, and dresses, plus some jewelry and accessories. They spent several hundred dollars, but he got a lot of clothes. No pants, he sadly realized, although he had plenty back at his place. How could he go to class in a dress? Jake realized, though, that probably no one gave him much grief or even teased him much, considering how feminine he already looked, and he was right. He shouldn't have pushed the sorority so hard. They pushed back, and now he was just one of the girls, walking out of the store in a sparkly red sweater and pleated a-line white tennis-style skirt. * * * * * Jake checked himself in the full length mirror in his apartment. The early spring meant that he was now in a sun dress. White with pink flowers, matching pink Mary Janes on his feet, and a pink cardigan to keep the chill off. His dress fit well because his bra was filled out. White and lacy, to match his panties. He would need a white shoulder bag, and grabbed that from his closet. There were no male clothes left in his closet, or anywhere in his apartment. The girls kept one suit, two pants and shirts, a coat, and one pair of underwear stored in the basement of the Sorority house, out of his reach. At least, they claimed they had that, just in case he needed it, but he never saw the box. Looking around his apartment, it was more feminine that almost all of the rooms at the Sorority house. Pastels everywhere. Fashion magazines. Flowers. Potpourri. His bathroom even had feminine hygiene products. There were a few that he never would use, but as he was told, all college girls have those items, so "she" should too. Lace curtains. Artistic romantic pictures and romance movie posters adorned some of his walls. He checked his make-up one last time. He was getting really good at it, although he still hated how long it took him to get ready in the morning now. When he had yoga class he had to get up at 6 AM to begin his day. Turning to his left and right, he made sure he looked perfect. He didn't get into trouble for making mistakes anymore. It was just that the more like a young woman he looked like, the less he was teased at school. In fact, he'd been doing it for so long now that he rarely felt embarrassed. New people just assumed he was a girl unless he goofed something up that made them look twice. Jake still wished he was a guy though. While he didn't hate his feminine clothing anymore, and he really didn't fear it, it still wasn't him. The Sorority sisters won, he lost, and by this time he accepted it. Now that he got to know them well, he did enjoy their company. Movie nights were fun, and he got to suggest clothes for them. Every activity they had he was welcome to join. He even liked canoeing, and a bonus was he was allowed to wear shorts, cute and ultra short though they were. He added a slim sparkly hair band so he wouldn't have to keep pushing his hair out of his eyes. One last coat of lip gloss and he grabbed his book bag, put his purse on his elbow, and went to his classes. Many people said hello to him by his new name, Ella. Mostly women, but some guys too. The ones who bothered were polite, and he was friends with quite a few. The women would usually compliment him on his outfit, especially if he wore something new or a new combination. He complimented them back. Lots of practice. By this point, everyone on campus had heard of and about him, and oddly, most really didn't care. One interesting side effect was that a number of pre-op transsexuals on campus became very open, and it didn't cause a stir at all. His course load changed slightly. Some liberal arts courses were added. He had one in women's studies, and another in English literature. His major was still in math. Surprisingly to him, his grades were improving. He had more time to study, and he also had some study sessions at the Sorority, where they helped each other. He went to the house after class and walked right in. He had a key now, on a heart keychain with three delta charms on it. Just one of the girls. * * * * * That evening he had dinner with Sarah. They had a weekly dinner date where they talked about everything. Tonight was different, though. He hated hiding things from her, and he still had one secret left. Jake realized that with his new life style, he really didn't have a need for secrets anymore, and in a way it was liberating to be able to be fully open with her. Entering the restaurant he smiled when he heard her call out, "Ella! Over here!" No one turned their head. What is strange about two girls having dinner together? Sarah looked great. She had been taking yoga with him lately, and he also went shopping with her on occasion. They hugged, put their purses on their chairs, and sat down. Over wine they chatted about their week. She gushed about Brad, her boyfriend. Their relationship was getting very serious, so she wanted to tell Ella all about it. Jake talked about his classes and that he was becoming pretty good friends with some of the sisters and pledges. When the meal was done they shared a dessert, and Jake got quiet. "Ella, come on, something is on your mind, I can tell. What's going on?" He swallowed, "We are good friends, and you are probably my best friend, and I have to tell you something that you probably won't like. I just need to come clean." She smiled at him, "Ella, given all that you have gone through, I can't imagine you telling me anything that would surprise me, let alone make me hate you. I love you too, you are my best friend also. So talk!" Jake took a deep breath, and lowered his head. He couldn't look at her. "I didn't lose a bet with the Sorority. I was their tutor, and I was rude and obnoxious to them." He reflected on who he used to be and shuddered. He really was a jerk. "I can't believe who I was back then, but I was horrible. I actually brought some of them to tears by my superior and condescending attitude." He stared at his pink nail polish and realized he'd have to touch up his nails later. "They tried to get me to be nicer, but I wouldn't listen. So, they, um, forced me to listen." He stopped talking for a while, and Sarah softly encouraged him, "Go on, Ella. Tell me." The dam broke and he told her everything. He felt some tears flowing down his cheeks and realized he was crying a bit, but he kept going. The choices he made, how he gave in to their demands, which didn't start out big, because he wanted to stay in college. How each step seemed so small. That maybe he could get out of it, scheme his way. But he was too cowardly, and by the time he realized how far he had been pushed, it was way too late. He wiped his eyes with his napkin, and saw the smeared mascara, "If I had known where I'd end up, I never would have agreed to their demands! I mean, I think...see? I still want to get my degree, so now I'm lying to myself. I let them do this to me, I agreed to it all. And I learned how much of a stuck up prick I was. But anyway, I'm pompous, arrogant, and a misogynist jerk, and this is now what I realize is my appropriate punishment." He felt her squeeze one of his hands, which startled him, so he finally looked up in to Sarah's eyes. She was crying a bit too when she said, "I know." "You know...what?" "I know what happened. I've known for months." Jake was floored. Too many thoughts entered his mind at once. He had so many questions he barely managed to sputter out one of them, "How did you find out?" he nervously asked. Sarah continued to hold his hands, "There was no way you would go through all that you were doing by just losing a bet. So right after the New Year, when I saw how much more you were doing, I decided to go to the source. I went to the sorority and talked to the girls there." Swallowing, Jake listened unbelievingly. "The women there are really nice, and when I told them who I was and how much we hung out together, and that I had accepted you as a girlfriend, well, a friend who is a girl, I asked for the truth. Jill explained it all to me. I'm not pleased with how you treated them, and honestly I think they went a bit too far, but you could have faced the music. Also, well, Ella, I really like you a lot now. You really are my best friend. I know you have always wanted a romantic relationship, but I'm really in love with Brad, and if we had dated, well, I probably wouldn't be seeing him now." She paused a moment, then added, "I could have stopped it too, if I wanted. Jill was right, I could have easily told the University and you would have been expelled, but why would I do that? You are my best friend, Ella!! As a boy or as a girl. So if you ever change back, I'm hoping we will still be just as close." She then smiled and jokingly added, "Although I guess I wouldn't take you dress shopping as often." Jake felt tears forming, partly from relief, partly from shame. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" She smiled, "You had to be the one to tell me. The sorority sisters were controlling you, and I didn't want to do that. I had decided months ago to accept you as you are. If you wanted to tell me, you would. And you did! I'm so proud of you, and I feel closer to you than ever. I wish you had told me sooner, I could have helped you more. But now, if you need anything, just ask, please? I can give you advice, go shopping with you more, give you a shoulder to cry on, whatever you need. But let me ask you something before we go on. Do you want to complain about any of the sorority sisters to me?" Jake paused a bit, and was surprised by his answer. "Months ago? Yes, absolutely. Now? No, not really. I know almost all of them really well, and while I'm not best friends with them, I'm really good friends with some of them, and they all have their good and bad points. And I did push them too far. I was a self centered jerk. So no, I'm not going to lash out at them or complain about any of them." Jake then smiled and blushed a bit, "Well, maybe Stacy. She gets off humiliating me for fun and can be a really scary, but I think she'd be the first to agree if I said that to her. But I wouldn't!! She'd probably make me work as a waitress or something." They both laughed together. Jake still didn't understand something, "How can you accept me like this? I just don't get it." Sarah shrugged her shoulders slightly, "I guess most people have a problem with gender bending, but it doesn't bother me. That you were sad about it bothered me, but lately you've been far more accepting, and you don't realize it but you automatically sit like a girl, gesture like one, and other things. And you listen without interrupting! You are fun to be with when you aren't moping and just forget about all this. So yes, I accept you, and like you this way. But it is the girl/boy on the inside I like the most." They talked for hours, mainly about how Jake felt going through this, but then also talking about Sarah's relationship. He found that while he was jealous of her boyfriend, he also was very happy for her. They both thought that Sarah had found the right guy, and that led to talking about weddings, which was one area the Sorority never trained him on! * * * * * The party at the sorority house was loud with music and talk. All the sisters and pledges were there, celebrating the end of this year's rush cycle. All the pledges had made it and this was the night they'd be brought in as full sisters of the Delta Delta Delta sorority. No men were allowed, but Jake was there as one of the girls, and he realized he didn't mind at all. In fact, he realized, he was honored. He was glad to celebrate with them, and he was proud that he helped so many of the pledges with their school work. Everyone was there dressed up as if they were going to a ball, making it a very formal and elegant evening, even with all the dancing and drinks (for the women who were old enough!). When Jake found out about the party and what it was all about, he surprised himself when he realized what his first three thoughts were. The first was how happy he was for the pledges, friends, and the entire sorority. His second was how honored he was that he would get to go. And the third was that he really wanted to wear something special that evening, without complaint, so that he would fit in and show them all that he took this honor seriously. He even asked for help. He talked to many of them about what to wear, and went shopping a couple of times, but it was Lori who made the suggestion to look around on ebay. It didn't take long to find something for around fifty dollars, including shipping. Once the gown was picked, all the accessories were easy to find in the stores, or borrow. When Shelly first saw him at the party, she came right over. She was no longer shy around him, and was coming out of her shell nicely around other people too. He smiled at her and complimented her and her outfit. It was daring for her. Her baby blue tea length gown had wide straps, but her shoulders and arms were bare, which was something she never did. He asked her to turn around, "I love the azure gems in your hair, Shelly. You look like a princess! Congrats on becoming a sister, you really did earn it!" Shelly hugged him tightly and then had him turn around. While he felt he would never get used to being dressed so femininely, he only swallowed once as he showed off his outfit. Jake called Shelly a princess, but he really was one in his floor length soft pink gown. The skirt was layers of chiffon that flared out with an ethereal spin as he turned. His strapless bodice was a corset style, accented all over with beadings and sequins, and laced up with a thick pink ribbon in the back. He didn't need a bra with this, and he wore minimal sparkly jewelry. He still felt naked with his shoulders and arms bare, yet the four inch heels were now no problem at all. "You are a vision, Ella, truly lovely!" Shelly gushed. "I'm so glad your hair has grown out so much, the long waves really fit you!" He self consciously pushed back his hair as they asked about particulars of each other's outfit. That happened all night long. While it wasn't all women talked about, they really did notice all the effort that was put into dressing up. Before he would have said to his date that she looked hot. Now he could spend minutes, long minutes, honestly explaining why something looked great on his female friends, and empathize with them. Many of the sisters and pledges danced with him, one on one and in groups. Jake was able to relax and enjoy himself. He had to admit that he loved making the chiffon skirt of his gown swirl as he moved. And with all the people he was warm enough didn't need his wrap for his shoulders. After a break for the ceremony, which he was told he was not allowed to repeat to anyone outside of the sorority, as that was a very private and personal for the sisterhood, Jill and Stacy took him aside to talk. They sat down and Stacy laughed when she saw how nervous Jake was around her. "Relax, Ella. Tonight you are safe from me. Although I think you might be getting too comfortable being all princessy." She pondered a bit then smiled, "Oh, I know! I think there will be some belly dancing in your future?" Jakes eyes widened, then laughed. "Only if you join me!" All three laughed at that. They talked a bit about the evening, and also about some of the new sisters and how their school work was going. They also talked about Jake's schoolwork and what he wanted to do after college. Eventually, though, Jake couldn't hold back anymore and he said, "I realize why you did, I mean, why I was made ..." He faltered and lowered his head, where he couldn't help but see the waves of pink chiffon on his body, along with the sparkles from his bodice. Fingering his skirt, he closed his eyes as he couldn't look at them, "I was a jerk, and I'm sorry. I wish you hadn't gone to such lengths to get me to realize that, but I get it. It worked. I really am sorry." "Sweetie, we forgave you months ago," Jill said as she took both of his hands in hers. Jake open his eyes and saw both of them smiling warmly at him, and Stacy even winked at him. "Then do you, would it be okay..." Jake wasn't supposed to ask this, but Jill and Stacy didn't seem upset and were encouraging him, so he blurted out softly, "May I please go back to wearing men's clothes and being a guy again? Not like I was, not the misogynistic jerk. But may I please be male again?" Jill and Stacy looked each other, then Jill looked right into Jake's eyes and said, "No." He was surprised. That was a very quick answer, but before he could say anything Jill went on, "We all have been discussing this for quite a while. Some were fine letting you go back to being Jake, but many more wanted you to remain Ella. Not keep you that way as punishment, but just have Ella around because we like her." The old Jake would have interrupted her, but all three knew that the new Jake, the Ella part of him, listened more and tries to understand. Jake knew that this wasn't lost on them right now. Jill grinned a bit and went on. "As you were selfish before, we decided, as a group, to be selfish now. And since it would be awkward to explain to the University that you aren't interested in cross dressing anymore, you are going to stay this way. I know you don't like it, although you are accepting it enough that you do seem to be able to enjoy parts of it. I mean, try to tell me that you hate wearing that fabulous gown." Jake shook his head and blushed, "I can't. A small part of me thinks it is fun and enjoys it. I have to admit it." "Right! Well, good news for you, then. We still have the video, and so you just have no choice but to have all these experiences, and maybe even some new ones. But nothing bad. If you don't want to, we won't have you date guys, and we won't make you do anything the rest of us wouldn't do either." Jill then looked at Stacy and motioned to her. "Oh, okay." Stacy threw up her hands. "Ella, I promise to stop going out of my way to embarrass you. I've had my fun, and while I'll make suggestions, I'm not angry like I was in the beginning." Stacy held out her hand, "Shaking on it feels more appropriate than hugging, don't you think Ella?" Jake agreed, shaking Stacy's hand. He was disappointed that he couldn't change back to being a guy, but at this point he couldnt argue their reasoning. He realized he could probably live with this as he had been for the past few months. "One more thing, Ella," Jill broke him out of his thoughts. "All of us don't want you to be our servant anymore. Not all of us were comfortable with that, and you really have changed. But we want you around, and we thought of a way to make it happen. You don't have to do this, honest. But on behalf of the Sorority, I get to ask you: will you pledge us next fall, with the intent of becoming a full sister?" Jake blinked, and actually felt tears coming to his eyes. Half a year ago he would have scoffed at the notion and maybe even sneered. Right now, without thinking, he found himself saying, "Yes, I'd love to, thank you." At that Stacy did hug him, and Jill pulled them both to their feet. Raising her voice, Jill got the music to stop and said, "Ladies, I have wonderful news! I'm happy to announced that Ella will be part of the Delta Delta Delta fall pledge class!!" Jake found himself smothered in hugs and lots of applause, with everyone congratulating him and giving him advice. At least, they told him, he already had plenty of sorority tops... A short while later his phone rang, and pulling it out of his clutch purse he saw it was Sarah. Excusing himself he went off to a quieter room upstairs and immediately said, "You'll never believe this, but I'm going to pledge the sorority next year!" Sarah could tell that he was excited, honored, and shocked all at the same time and she told him how glad and proud she was of him. They talked a little bit about the party, but Jake realized that Sarah was bursting with news of her own. "Hey, I'm glad I could tell you this right away, but why did you call me in the first place?" "Ella, he proposed to me!!" "Brad did? That is fantastic!" "I know!" Sarah was gushing, and Jake knew she had to have said yes. It happened a few hours ago and this was a good time for her to make a quick phone call. "It was incredibly romantic and we have to have lunch tomorrow so I can give you all the details." "I'm in. I want to hear all about it. He better have been romantic. You deserve it!" "Oh, he was, have no fears. But I had to tell my best friend right away." One shock after another. Jake knew they were really good friends, and she was his best friend, but it was really nice to hear it from her. He still had a hard time believing it, "I'm your ... you mean that? I'm your best friend?" He could easily picture her rolling her eyes at him, "Of course you are!! And that is also why I called. I want you to be my maid of honor. There is so much to plan, and I want you helping me. Please please please Ella, will you? I want you standing there with me." Sarah still called him Ella. She wanted Jake as he was now. Ella. While men can be bridesmaids and wear a tuxedo, that wouldn't be for him. Sarah wanted her girlfriend Ella with her, and deep down, Jake was thrilled to be asked. And there was only one answer he could give. He didn't even have to be pushed. "Yes, of course I'll be your maid of honor!" Ella realized it was going to be a strange, unique, and amazing year for her. (The End.)