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That night, Taylor's manicured fingernail was positioned over Owen's
contact as Taylor stared at his phone. He'd managed to secure a night
away from Emily, thankfully Emily's mom had some event that required the
entire family to attend. Taylor felt happy and secure having eschewed the
feminine attire to wear the clothes he'd brought with him from home, a
men's t-shirt and shorts, in addition to removing his prosthetics, being
the first time in a few weeks that Emily wasn't around, he was able to
escape her feminine web. Sure, his body was still shaved and his hair was
being held in the only hair tie he'd been able to find, a teal scrunchie,
but other than that and his nails, he felt like himself once again. And
feeling like himself meant it was time to return Owen's call.
Taylor was nervous about calling, since he'd missed a lot of calls from
Owen, having always been around Emily when he called, and afraid to pick
up for fear that Emily might say something that would tip Owen off about
what he'd been up to during the summer. He'd sent a few apologetic texts,
but Owen hadn't responded to any of them. Taylor sighed and tapped the
contact, bringing the phone up to his ear.
The phone rang for what felt like an agonizingly long time before Taylor
heard,
"Looks like you finally found the time to return my calls..." Owen
muttered.
"Owen! Listen, it's not my fault, I've just... found a lot to do since
those kids moved in," Taylor said. "They're a lot more active than I
thought and they've had me over a lot."
"You could've at least told me why you were busy, I'm your friend, I
understand being lonely without your best friend around, you know," Owen
said.
"I know," Taylor laughed. "Listen, I've got some free time tonight, do
you wanna game a bit? I know it's been a while, but..."
Taylor was looking forward to some normalcy, and he smiled as he imagined
being able to slay some demons and not having to worry about Emily
popping up or any sneaky comments, like the not so subtle hints that
Emily had been dropping regarding Logan any time Taylor spent any time
with him.
"Normally, I'd love to, but my older sister's back in town visiting and
my parents want to do a family thing tonight. Rain check?" Owen asked.
Taylor's face fell. He had been sure that tonight would be a return to
normalcy, but hadn't considered that Owen would be the one too busy to
talk.
"Oh... yeah, sure. Rain check," Taylor sighed, sadly. "Talk to you
later."
Taylor laid back on his bed as he hung up the phone, idly swiping through
his newly acquired social media accounts, which Emily insisted that he
update when he was with her, so they had a healthy stream of content
going into them, and plenty of notifications of likes and comments,
mostly from the cheerleading squad. Taylor spotted a selfie that Emily
had posted within the last few hours, and strangely, Taylor felt envious.
"I've finally got what I wanted... My own clothes, the freedom to do
whatever I want... so why does part of me wish Emily was home so I'd have
something to do?" Taylor asked himself as he continued laying in bed,
bored out of his skull.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the bottle of nail polish
remover, which was once what he'd coveted, but once he found himself
ensnared in the feminine web where Emily was choosing his
outfits/activities, removing the nails didn't feel like the victory it
should have been, so he hadn't gotten around to it.
"Guess there's no time like the present," Taylor muttered, grabbing the
bottle and heading downstairs, finding Aunt Agnes watching TV in the den.
"So how do I do this?" Taylor asked, holding up the bottle of acetone.
"I was wondering when you'd ask me for help." Aunt Agnes paused her show
and patted down at the spot next to her. "Take a seat."
Taylor complied and sat down, handing the bottle to Aunt Agnes.
"It's not that complicated, but if you don't know how, it can take a
while," Aunt Agnes said. "Let me just grab a file and some clippers."
Aunt Agnes grabbed Taylor's left hand and started to cut the acrylics
down.
"Huh, that's interesting," Aunt Agnes said as she put down the clippers.
"What is?" Taylor asked.
"I didn't have to clip them down as far as I thought... Guess your nails
have grown a bit." Aunt Agnes started to use the file on the acrylics.
"What made you decide to finally get rid of them?"
"Well, I didn't have anything better to do and Emily isn't around to stop
me," Taylor chuckled.
"I see you took back control of your wardrobe..." Aunt Agnes said as she
continued filing.
"Yeah," Taylor said. "Feels nice to wear my own clothes."
"I want to apologize again, if I'd known the effects that my little prank
would have..." Aunt Agnes trailed off.
"Don't worry, I forgive you, I mean, it's not like you could have
predicted all this," Taylor said.
"That's for sure. I guess I'd misheard the old saying, I guess it was
actually for want of ten nails..." Aunt Agnes finished on Taylor's left
hand and switched over to his right. "Have you decided when you plan to
'go home'?"
"Emily wants me to at least give this cheerleading thing the entire
week... and I don't think she'll take no for an answer. But I'll
definitely do it before my parents get back," Taylor replied.
"That's still a few weeks off, you know," Aunt Agnes reminded.
"Trust me, I know..." Taylor sighed. "I can't even imagine what they'd
think if they saw me like this."
"They'd certainly be surprised, I'm sure," Aunt Agnes finished on
Taylor's right hand. "Now put your fingers in this bowl."
Aunt Agnes poured the nail polish remover into the bowl and Taylor
lowered his fingertips into the bowl.
"Now just let them sit for a bit and then we'll scrub off the remaining
acrylic and your nails will be back to normal."
"This feels even girlier than having them," Taylor remarked.
"At least you won't have them for much longer. Let me put on a movie or
something while we wait," Aunt Agnes turned the TV on, flipping the
channel to an old TV sitcom that Taylor only vaguely recognized.
Despite that, Taylor found himself laughing along with the jokes and
listened to Aunt Agnes as she explained the characters and premise to
him. After twenty minutes or so, Taylor removed his fingers from the
acetone bath, with Aunt Agnes scrubbing them down until only Taylor's
original fingernails remained underneath.
"There we go! Just like new, though your skin might be dry for a few
days... I might have a lotion that will help with that. I was going to
suggest doing your toenails next, but I think we both need a break from
breathing in those fumes," Aunt Agnes wrinkled her nose.
"Agreed, and at least those aren't noticeable if I'm wearing socks,"
Taylor said.
"I suppose you're going to go back up to your room to play video games?"
Aunt Agnes asked.
Taylor glanced towards the door, then back to Aunt Agnes. He'd spent all
this time at her house, but this was the most time they'd spent together
that wasn't a meal, and while part of that had been anger over the prank,
Taylor realized he didn't have much time left here, and he should make an
effort. Especially given how much she'd put up with helping Taylor keep
the charade going.
"Actually, I was thinking I'd stay here, you know, if you're going to
keep watching the show."
Aunt Agnes smiled.
"This next episode is one of my favorites..." Aunt Agnes said as the
theme song started to play.
As they sat watching, Taylor wiggled his fingers and observed his nails.
Sure, they were longer than he usually kept them, but not nearly as long
as they?d been with the acrylics. Was it just Taylor?s imagination
playing tricks on him? Perhaps, but he couldn?t deny that even without
the acrylics and nail polish, his hands still looked vaguely feminine,
though he quickly shook away the thought.
On Saturday morning, after a very long week of cheerleading practices,
Taylor followed Emily down the stairs of her porch, both dressed in the
same outfit they?d worn at the previous days? practices.
"Emily, do we really have to do this in your front yard? Where everyone
can see us?" Taylor asked, feeling vulnerable in his uniform, tugging at
the skirt.
"Shy today, are we? Is that because Logan is helping my dad with the
car?" Emily asked, glancing towards the garage. "It?s okay if you have a
crush, I promise I won?t tell."
"What? Of course not!" Taylor blushed at the idea. He wasn?t gay! He just
didn?t exactly like the idea of prancing around in a revealing outfit in
front of another guy. "I just don?t see why we can?t do this in the
backyard."
"Because there?s no grass in the backyard. I know you?re new to
cheerleading but there?s not many football fields that are paved with
cement, so you?ve gotta practice on the right turf," Emily said. "You?re
not going to want to fall over onto hard cement, trust me."
"It?s still embarrassing..." Taylor muttered.
As they walked out onto the lawn, Emily started to set up her phone on
the porch, resting it and pointing it towards where they?d be standing.
"Are you taking photos of this?" Taylor asked.
"No," Emily replied.
"Phew," Taylor sighed.
"Video, actually, it?s how my old coach used to help us improve. Record
what we did and watch it back later," Emily said. "Plus, it makes for
good stuff to put up on social media."
"Great..." Taylor grimaced.
"Here, take these," Emily handed Taylor a pair of red and white pom poms.
"I figured we could work on our rhythm and chanting first."
"We haven?t used these at practice yet..." Taylor held the pom pom as if
it was hazardous waste, with two fingers away from his body.
"I know, but I really want to make a good impression on Coach Roberts,"
Emily pleaded. "So I want to be totally awesome by the next practice!"
"All right... so how does this work?" Taylor asked.
"Once you?re holding them right." Emily quickly adjusted the pom poms in
Taylor?s hands. "Then you start like this..."
Emily started into a complicated routine, waving them around in near-
perfect sync as she chanted.
"2-4-6-8, our team will dominate! Go team, yeah, yeah, go team!" Emily
chanted.
Taylor?s eyes widened as he saw how complicated it was, how Emily?s arms
were practically blurs.
"Now you try!" Emily beamed.
"I don?t think I can," Taylor said.
"Come on! Of course you can!" Emily said. "Just start small. Work on the
first few moves and just repeat them a whole bunch, eventually it becomes
muscle memory."
Taylor sighed, took a deep breath, and started to mimic Emily?s
movements.
"You have to say the chant!" Emily insisted.
"2-4-6-8, our team will dominate..." Taylor muttered.
"With more energy!" Emily added.
"2-4-6-8, our team will dominate! Go team, yeah, yeah, go team!" Taylor
shouted in the most enthusiastic way he could muster at the moment.
"Perfect!" Emily grinned. "It?s a shame that you aren?t gonna be a
student at Summit Academy, cause you?d be a shoe-in for the team for
sure!"
"Yeah... A shame..." Taylor smiled as he imagined a school year free of
the issues that this summer had contained.
After a few more routines, Emily seemed to have done enough and went to
shut off the camera. As she did, Logan walked out of the garage, wiping
his hands on a rag. He spotted Taylor and Emily sitting on the porch
steps and walked over to them.
"So..." Logan started, his eyes refusing to meet Taylor?s for some
reason.
"So," Emily replied, grinning for some reason.
"So?" Taylor asked.
"Are either of you doing anything next Friday?" Logan asked. "Cause the
new Captain Wonder movie is coming out that night, are you interested in
going to see it with me?"
Emily made a big show of sighing.
"I?d love to! Unfortunately, I have an appointment at the hair salon and
then I was going over to Dayna?s so she could give me the scoop on all my
new teachers," Emily said. "But you?re free, right Taylor?"
"Oh yeah," Taylor replied, knowing that his only obligations were related
to things Emily wanted to do. And remembering what had happened the last
time Emily was busy... "I?d love to go see it! Usually I go with my
friend Owen, but since I?ve been stuck here..."
"Awesome! I?ll let you know the time once I buy the tickets," Logan said.
"Logan! Get back here! I need your help with this!" Mr. Jackson shouted
from the garage.
"See ya!" Logan quickly rushed back into the garage.
"How exciting for you," Emily said. "What are you gonna wear?"
"A t-shirt? I?m just seeing a movie," Taylor replied.
"Right..." Emily giggled.
Taylor rolled his eyes and sighed, he?d spent all this time with Emily
and yet sometimes he couldn?t understand what was going on in her head.
Aunt Agnes looked out her front window, spotting Taylor standing on the
lawn across the street with Emily and Logan. As she watched, the phone
began to ring and Aunt Agnes rushed to pick it up.
"Hello?" Aunt Agnes answered the phone.
"Agnes? Hello! It?s Vicky Fletcher!" Principal Fletcher exclaimed on the
other end.
"Vicky! How unexpected! Taylor told me that... she?d... met you, but I?d
forgotten to ask for your number!" Aunt Agnes said.
"While I definitely want to catch up, maybe get coffee or lunch at some
point, it?s funny that you bring up Taylor, because that?s exactly who I
wanted to talk about."
"Oh? Did... she do something wrong?"
"Nothing of the sort! She?s a lovely girl, and definitely got her beauty
from your side of the family, no, I was actually interested in extending
a full scholarship to the Summit Academy, partly because I know she?s
your niece, but also because the cheerleading coach really wants her on
the squad. She?s a novice, but the coach thinks she has a lot of promise.
What do you think?"
"Oh... my! That?s a wonderful offer, but I?m afraid I?ll have to decline.
I?m not her legal guardian, she?s just living with me for the summer, and
either way, I think she?d rather go back to school with her friends from
back home."
"Of course, of course, I suppose I?d have to ask her parents, then."
"That?s right. Although I don?t have their contact info on hand."
"No worries, Agnes. And you have a very lovely niece, I think she?s
really coming out of her shell thanks to the girls on the squad,"
Principal Fletcher said.
"I?m sure she is..." Aunt Agnes said.
"Anyway... Oh! Look at the time, I?ve got to go, but we?ll catch up soon,
right?" Principal Fletcher asked.
"Of course, Vicky," Aunt Agnes said. "It was nice hearing from you."
Aunt Agnes hung up the phone and let out a loud, deep sigh. "Taylor, what
am I going to do with you?"
That night at dinner, Taylor told Aunt Agnes of his plans for the
upcoming Friday.
"I didn?t realize Emily liked movies like that," Aunt Agnes remarked.
"Oh, Emily isn?t going," Taylor said.
"So it?s just going to be you and Logan?" Aunt Agnes asked.
"Yeah, I don?t think he?s made any friends since school isn?t in session
yet and unlike Emily and the cheerleading squad, he hasn?t had an
opportunity yet," Taylor said. "So it?s just me."
Aunt Agnes seemed conflicted, and hesitantly put a hand on her nephew?s
shoulder.
"Taylor, you realize what you agreed to, right?" Aunt Agnes asked.
"Agreed to? I?m just going to see a movie with a friend," Taylor replied.
"But Logan knows you as a girl, and while I know that it?s possible to be
platonic friends, given what you?ve said about Emily?s comments..."
"Oh no..." Taylor?s face dropped. "I agreed to go on a date with Logan...
I have to cancel!"
"That?s probably wise," Aunt Agnes said.
"But I really want to see the movie... and I?d feel bad if Logan already
bought the tickets..." Taylor said.
"I suppose it?s up to you," Aunt Agnes said.
"Why do I keep making things so complicated?" Taylor asked himself as he
put his head into his hands.
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