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CHAPTER 22
I sat at the table lost in my own mind. My brother, to my left, had
loosened his tie and was going to town on some ribs he ordered. My mom
was taking tiny bites, enjoying her lobster dinner. In between chewing
she was chatting away with Mrs. Richards as Steven just keeps staring
at me with his head tilted, like dogs do when they don't understand
something. Clearly I didn't understand myself.
I sat there. Dazed. Confused. Scared. I looked down at my plate. A
Cesar salad I did not want was in front of me. I lost my appetite the
second I walked into the room. To my right was this guy. Someone I used
to call friend. Someone that now wants to be called boyfriend. But I
shouldn't be the one calling him that. I shouldn't be the one up for
that job position. I shouldn't be the one to fill those shoes. In this
case, fill those heels.
I didn't say a word the whole meal. Michael tried talking to me but I
was so lost with my thoughts I didn't listen, let alone hear a word he
said.
Then I felt a hand on my lap. His giant catcher mitt hand rested on my
leg. I could feel the weight of it. "Come on Charlie, let's go," he
said as he stood up. It snapped be back to reality for a second.
"Go," I said confused, like I just woke from a sleep.
"That could be fun," my mom said. "Come on Neil. Come dance with me!"
"No Way," Neil said as he stuck out his tongue at mom. "Dance with your
other son, I pass," Neil said with a chuckle pointing towards me.
"You're my only son," Mom said as she stood and walked over and grabbed
his hand.
It hurt me a bit hearing her say those words. Not that I could yell,
"I'm your son too!" while I sat there in my beautiful dress, pantyhose
and heels.
Steven and Mrs. Richards were already out on the dance floor. I was
left sitting there as Mom and Neil walked off.
"Come on babe, It could be fun, like last time," Michael said as he
stood there and held out his hand.
"Like last time?" I thought. Last time, I remember what happen last
time.
I didn't feel I had much choice. I took Michael's hand and let him lead
me to the dance floor. We were not close by to it. We had to walk pass
at least 13 tables before we get to the dance floor. I noticed men and
even some women looking at me. I can see the men's eyes all looking
down at my legs while their wives and girlfriends give me stink eyes.
Obviously, jealous of my outfit, legs, or maybe even my man. Oh God,
did I just say "my man"?
We arrived to the dance floor and Michael took both his hands and rests
them on each of my hips. Naturally I placed my hand on his shoulders.
We swayed to the music. I guess this was my time to ask him, since he
wouldn't want to made a scene.
"Michael, why? Why did you ask me to Homecoming and why are you acting
like I'm a real girl?" I asked with vigor in my voice.
"Charlie, you are a real girl, stop being silly," he said trying to
laugh it off. "Plus, you know this is best for the both of us. We both
know each other so well for so long that we just make the perfect
couple. Plus, not to toot my own horn, but you got yourself a hunk that
any girl would kill to be with. So don't get your panties in a twist
and just enjoy yourself," he said still not truly acknowledging the
fact that I wasn't a girl at all and that this is not normal.
Just before I could say anything more, He pulled me in closer, forcing
me to put my arms further around his neck. Just like last time I could
feel something I didn't want to feel and knew exactly what it was.
Michael's hardness, against my stomach. Once again I couldn't tell if I
should be grossed out or flattered that I was able to turn someone one.
I just kept reminding myself I was turning on a guy and it was not my
goal to do so.
Michael won't let up or let go of me in anyway. I could swear I felt
him get harder then he already was, but maybe that was just my
imagination. Which also weirded me out, that my imagination was going
that way.
The song finally ended and everyone stopped and clapped for the band.
We all made our way back to our seats. Everyone seemed to be over
dinner and not at all in the mood for dessert, especially me.
"Can we go now?!" Neil wined.
"Yes, let go home," my mom said as she stood up.
Mom walked over to Mrs. Richards and gave her a hug and shook Steven
hand. She walked over to us and before anyone else could do or say
anything Micheal opened his mouth, "Mind if I drive Charlie home, Mrs.
Scott?"
And before I could yell, "NO!" my mom said, "Of course you can Michael,
just no stops. Straight home. I know how boys think," she said as she
gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you at home sweetie, be
good."
"Yeah, be good," Neil said as he laughed and walked off with my mom.
"What the fuck!" I said as I turned to Michael. "What do you think you
are doing?" I asked.
"Relax babe, I just wanted to give you a ride home," he said.
"No, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you here, why did you ask me
to homecoming? Why do you keep calling me babe?" I said starting to
turn red. I still don't know why he was at the dinner or why my mom
invited him to begin with.
"Relax. Let's just go to my car and I'll answer your questions," he
said as he put out his hand for me to take hold of.
We walked hand in hand through the restaurant. I can once again see
everyone look at us. This time I felt like some women were staring at
Michael this time. That kinda pissed me off and Im still not positive
why it did. He's NOT my man!
We were standing outside and Michael put his hand around my waist was
we waited for the valet to bring his car around. I was still mad, but I
also felt protected which felt weird yet nice. There were five of us
men standing on the sidewalk. Micheal, 3 valets and one, that was
wearing a short dress showing a lot of leg. So at the moment, a blink
of an eye, I felt protected.
The valet pulled up and Michael opened the passenger car door so I
could get in. I sat down facing him and slide around into the car as he
closed the door. He tipped the valet and made his way to the driver
side.
We started driving down the road in quiet. I could see Micheal out of
the corner of his eyes staring at my legs. As we got to a red light, he
reached over on put his hand on my lap again.
"What do you think you're doing man?" I asked. He just slowly moved his
catcher mitts off of me. We got further down the road when Michael
suddenly turned the car right, down a road that was not heading towards
my house.
"Micheal, where are you going? My house is not at all this way!" I said
begging for an answer.
"Just relax," he said back. Like I can ever just relax.
A minute later he pulled the car into a shopping center's parking lot.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"You wanted to talk, so I found a place we can park and talk," he
answered back.
"Fine. What the hell man? What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"Doing about what," he asked. "You wanna talk, let's talk."
"Fine," I said. "Why did you ask me to homecoming? Why did you kiss me
again? Why were you even at dinner tonight?" I asked dying for answers.
"I asked you to Homecoming cause you are one of the coolest and
prettiest girls I know. Which is also why I kissed you," he answered.
"And your mom called me and asked me to come to dinner. She said that
you were talking about me to her and she thought that we could really
make a great couple," he added.
"No damn way she said that. She wouldn't force me into this!" I said.
"She also said that you really upset her with that Steven guy. She said
she loves you, but you need to know how painful it is to see he bff
dating a guy she likes."
"Why wouldn't she just tell me that?" I asked.
"Maybe she didn't think you would understand," he said as he put the
car back into drive and started heading towards my house.
"But why me? Why do you want to date me? Im not even a girl!" I asked
yet never getting an answer.
We pulled up just as we saw Mom enter the house and close the door. I
went to get out of the car when Michael said, "Hold on, hold on, let me
get the door for you," he said with attitude as he jumped out of his
seat, ran around to the passenger side door, opened it and gave me his
hand.
Once again I took it as I said, "Thank you... I don't..." was in the
middle of my sentence when he chirmed in, "Let me walk you to your
door."
He held my hand and walked me to the front door. I could hear my heels
clicking on the driveway, once again my hand being swallowed up by his
giant catcher mitt.
"Look Micheal, whatever happen, this is..." Once again Michael didn't
let me finish. "So I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon?" he asked.
"Duh fuck you will," I said in anger.
"Whoa there, babe," he said completely taken back. "What's your
problem? We had tomorrow planed for months now," he added.
"Had what planned? I don't recall any plans. What are you going on
about now!?" I asked.
"Phillies. Duh. Tomorrow. 1 pm game. Vs the Mets. You forgot, didn't
you?" he asked.
"Um, Wait, What, No. The game? Wait that game is like next month," I
said questioning what I was saying.
"No. It's tomorrow, digbat. Look," he said pulling out his phone to
show me the tickets.
"We had this game listed as one of the ones we would check out. I
already double checked with your mom too," he added.
"Shit, I totally forgot," I said dumbfounded. "I don't think I want to
go now," I added.
"Why not? You really want to pass on a Philles game?" Michael said with
his eyebrows adding to his confused look.
"Cause at the moment, I'm not a Michael fan," I said as I started to
walk away.
As I turned I felt Michael grab a hold of my wrist and spin me back
towards him. If I wasn't in these heels, I don't think that would
happen so easily. Im no were as big and strong as him, but I think I
could have avoided it more.
He spun me right towards him and put his arm around me leaving his hand
resting on my back. Spinning me in my heels and leaving me off balance,
it was like one of those scenes from the movies. I was off balance and
leaning backwards as he leaned in. I could only yell "Stop" in my head,
because he already had his lips pressed up against mine again before I
knew what happen.
I pulled back and pulled myself up to my feet and away from him.
"Go home Micheal," I said as I walked into the house.
"I'll be by at 11!" I slightly heard as I was in the middle of closing
the door on his face.
With the door closed behind me, I just leaned up against it. I could
feel myself on the verge of tears. I didn't want to cry. Men don't cry.
"Don't cry God dammit!" I said to myself. I put myself in these shoes,
physically and mentally. The boy in me was angry and pissed off. Not
only can I so easily pass as a girl, but I just kissed an guy... AGAIN!
So far all the kisses I ever had in my life have been from men. That is
not something I ever thought would be a true statement in my life.
But there was this girl side that was creeping in at the moment. I mean
how can I not have some of those feelings too? I am standing here in a
beautiful dress, black sheer pantyhose, and high heels. I just had
another guy dip me and give me a romantic kiss. I could smell his
cologne in my nose. I didn't and don't want to admit it but I could
feel my penis, tucked between my legs, stiffen a little. Something no
girl would every say after getting a kiss from her handsome boyfriend.
Ahh, I just called him handsome. Ugh, I just called him my boyfriend.
Ugh.
I took of my heels and started walking my pantyhose covered feet
towards the stairs to go up to my bedroom. I open my bedroom door and
went to throw my heels on the bed when I saw a note next to a navy
chemise nightgown laying on top of my bed.
"Charlie, I thought you would want something soft to sleep in tonight.
Sleep tight baby girl. Love, XOXO Mom," the note read.
At the moment I just don't care. I just want to go to bed and hope this
was a bad dream. I removed my dress, hung it up, then sat on the bed
and removed the pantyhose. I took the nightgown and threw it over my
head. Just left my panties and bra on, crawled under the covers and
went to bed. I didn't bother with my makeup or anything.
I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I got up and made my way to the
rest room. I went to pull down my underwear looking down and seeing
last night was not a dream. I could see what I was wearing. I could see
my painted nails as I pulled my dick out and peed. I then looked in the
mirror. I was in the nightgown; hair still looked girly, still wearing
makeup. I still looked like a chick. I said, "Fuck it," and just went
down stairs to get breakfast.
"Morning sleepy head," Mom said all cheery.
"Morning," I replied.
"I hope you're taking a shower before you go out today," Mom said as
she placed a plate of hot pancakes on the table.
"Of course," I said just as Neil walked into the room.
"Mom, can I go over Daryl's... Damn Charlie put some clothes on!" he
said covering his eyes.
"I do have clothes on," I said
"Real clothes, not that girly stuff. Come on man!" he added.
"Zip it Neil, your sister looks nice, even if she did sleep in her
makeup," My mom said.
"I change my mine, I'm not hungry," I said getting up and starting to
leave the room.
"Charlie, let me talk to you real quick," Mom said.
We walked into the family room as Neil sat and starting eating the
pancakes.
"Why mom? What is it now?" I asked.
"Charlie, I'm really really sorry," she said. "I was so pissed at you
for pretending to me and destroying my chances of getting back with
Steven. I wanted to hurt you. That is why I called Mike, I mean
Michael," she said with tears starting in her eyes.
"Mom, you could have taken my comics, or tell me I can't go to the next
Phillies game or something. This was really painful," I said with my
own eyes starting to water up.
"I'm so sorry, could you please forgive me?" she asked.
"Mom, I love you, I can't lose you. I forgive you," I said as I started
to cry.
We both broke down and started to hug as we both let the water works
go. Just then Neil walked into the room.
"Mom, so can I...." He stopped and stared and added, "Women," and
walked away.
Me and mom parted.
"I'm gotta say this still though, you really are pretty still. I did
enjoy the mom/daughter time we did have," Mom said as she wiped tears
from her eyes.
"Yeah, I did enjoy spending time with you," I added.
We walked back into the kitchen. Just as I sat down, we heard a knock
at the door. Neil got up and ran to the door.
Mom yelled from the other kitchen, "Who is there, Neil?"
"It's Charlie's boyfriend," he yelled back.
My mouth just dropped. "What time is it mom?" I asked.
"It's 10:30," she answered.
"Oh shit. It's Michael. We had tickets to go to the Phillies game
today. He is early," I said. "He can't see me like this," I added.
"Are you going?" she asked.
"Mom, I want to but not like this," I said talking hold of my
nightgown.
"Well you can go change," she said pointing toward upstairs.
"I can't go. We have to leave at 11 to get there right when the
national anthem starts. I don't have time to change," I said.
"I can help you," she said.
"No mom, I mean, I have to shower, remove all this makeup, fix my hair,
remove all the nail polish. I don't have enough time," I said little
pissed off.
"Charlie, I'll just going to throw this out there, don't be mad, but
why not just go as you are?" She said. "You makeup doesn't look bad for
sleeping in it, you hair looks good too. You already have the nails
painted. Just let me give you some clothes and you can just have one
more girl day," she said.
"Mom!!! What the hell?" I said.
"Well, you can always not go," she added.
"But Michael is already here. And I have been wanting to go to this
game. I just didn't realize it was this month. I mean I do have all
this makeup one and all," I said.
"I'll tell Micheal you will be right down. You run upstairs and I'll be
right up," she said as she walked out the kitchen.
"Thanks mom," I said running up stairs.
When I made it to mom's bedroom, I took off the nightgown and was just
standing there in the bra and panties. "Oh fuck. What did I just agree
to?" I asked myself. "Did I just agree to go on another date with
Michael as girl? Do I want that? No, I don't," I asked myself
confusingly. As I started to walk out of my mom's room to yell down,
"NO! Im not going," Mom was right there.
"Come on girly, let's get you really for your date. This is so much
fun," my mom added with a huge smile.
"I can't just say no. Why can't I just say no? I want to say no.
Right?" I asked myself.
I followed my mom back into her bedroom to get myself ready for my date
with my boyfriend.
To me continued.
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