Chapter 19 - Waves

Second Chances by Emily


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I was the first one home and I put my stuff down. The guardian angel gave me lots to think about. Was I really leaning towards staying here? I wasn't ready to give up on Tony just yet. But I was having so much fun as Christina. I felt like I was on a train going full speed into a no-win situation.


Cindy came through the front door and had a huge smile when she saw me. "That. Was. Awesome. I never saw anyone manipulate Amber like that."


"Thanks" I said with a big smile. "I had to swallow a lot of pride by doing that. I hated every moment of it."


"Funny, I thought you were enjoying it. It was so beautiful."


I laughed. I suppose I did enjoy the outcome even though I had to inflate her ego a bit. I would've rather popped her ego, but I also need to get her on my side for at least a few days.


"Did you know she even went easier on us today?" Cindy said. "She even smiled and laughed."


"Really?" I said. Maybe us calling a cease-fire lifted a weight off both of our shoulders.


"Yeah. She was even nice to me! It's a first! She's really been singling me all year so far."


Say what? "Wait. She's been singling you out? Why?"


"Yeah. Ever since me and Jill joined the squad. I thought maybe she was jealous that we made the varsity squad as freshmen."


"Tell me more." I said intrigued at some of this information.


"Well, Jill will at least fall in line and not question her. I don't take her shit. I think she resents that."


"Do you think she's projecting some of her feelings about you toward you to me?"


"I guess. But I don't care what she does to me or calls me. But I do get defensive when she talks bad about my big sister."


"Was she the one making fun of you about your tom-girl sister?”


"Yes. It was her."


"Why didn't you tell me?"


"I'm sorry, I let her get to me. I was trying to protect you from her. I know how upset you get with bullies. I didn't want to upset you."


This made me angry. Amber's been bullying Cindy all year. I was under the impression she was being a bitch to the entire squad. And I'm only hearing about it now. It's great that Cindy has thicker skin than I do, but it doesn't make it right.


"I'm also sorry I didn't tell you sooner." she said.


"It's OK." I said. "I'm just trying to put together the pieces of this puzzle. So I just want to get this straight. Amber's jealous of you because you're a freshman on her squad. You're the only one calling her out while the rest of the squad just follows her like sheep. She's trying to knock you down a few pegs to get you to fall in line. You're not putting up with it. But she realizes that she can get under your skin by making fun of your older sister- me. Then I decide to go 'She's all That' and I start challenging her in gym class. Suddenly she's getting challenged by both Demarco sisters twice a day."


"Wow." she said. "I can see why she'd be upset. But it's not just that. Everyone actually thinks you're kinda cool now that they're getting to know you. Jessica asks about you a lot. Yesterday Brittany tried to stand up for you. And oh wow. I never saw Amber turn so red!"


"So I- we are a threat to her. We're putting cracks in her whole cheering empire."


"Way to go us!" Cindy said. "Let's go, Demarco Sisters! Go team!"


I laughed. "I don't know." I said. "I feel like there has to be something else there. I think something else is wrong in her personal life she isn't sharing."


"Who cares?" she said. "Let her self-destruct. Honestly, I wish she'd just drop out of school or something. I secretly wish bad things would happen to her. Does that make me a bad person?"


I laughed. "Well, keep those thoughts to yourself and take the high road. Let's just see how this week plays out."


"You're the older sister" she smiled.


"OK" I said. "It's time for me to get ready for my date with Chase."


"What are you guys doing?" Cindy said perking up.


"He's taking me to Seaside. Walk the boardwalk. Or something cliche like that"


"That sounds romantic."


"Yeah, I guess it does. Sounds like something I would've done- If I was a guy that is."


She laughed. "Can I help?"


"Absolutely" I said. I admit having a sister willing to help certainly helps with this transition into living as a female. And I've been enjoying this new aspect of my relationship with her.


* * *


We stared at my closet for a few moments. What's a good late September beach attire?


We picked out a white tank top. denim shorts, light blue sandals. I saw a flannel shirt hanging up and I pulled that off the hanger. I figured I should bring that too in case I get cold. I mean, it wouldn't be the 90's if I didn't wear a flannel shirt at least once, right? After Cindy left my room, I went to the underwear drawer. For underwear I just went with a nude bra, and pale blue panties. I wasn't worried about matching underwear because I had no plans of repeating yesterday afternoon's... extracurricular activities... with Chase. This was just a test run. To see whether I was actually bi or not. Well, I guess I did find him attractive. But I'm not ready to jump head-first there quite yet.  And what if I was bi?  Does that mean I was always bi?  Was Tony bi and didn't know it?  I was afraid of pulling at these threads because I didn’t know how much of me would unravel.


I showered to get all of my track practice sweat off. I decided to shave my legs again. It's a date after all.


Cindy helped me with my makeup. We kept it light and casual. I figured too much would clash with the casual outfit I was wearing.


I was about to grab my purse but decided against it today. I didn't want to carry it. I really miss cargo shorts right about now. I pulled out my licence and a 20 dollar bill and stuffed them in the incredibly small pockets of my shorts.


* * *


I walked out into the living room holding my flannel shirt.


"Hey Mom. I have a date tonight. "I'll be home later."


"Date?" Mom said with an elevated voice.


Oh shit. Was I not supposed to use the D word either?


"Who is he? Have we met him?"


"Ron's friend. You met him briefly when... he brought me home Friday night."


She put her hands on her hips and gave me 'the stare.'


"It's OK, Mom. We're going to Seaside for a stroll along the boardwalk."


"I know what happens under the boardwalk.”


“Mom, it’s not like that.”


“You know we're going to have to properly meet him, right?"


"Yeah. But this is only a casual date. If we have any more dates, I'll be sure to bring him by."


Mom made a frustrated sigh. "I'll make that appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning. Don't forget you're not on the pill yet!"


"Jesus Christ, Mom. I'm not going to have sex with him."


"Chris, I'm serious"


"I know Mom. So am I. I don't want to talk about sex right now." I covered my ears. "La La La"


I was giggling at my immature reaction to sex talks. But I don't think she was laughing. She continued that stern stare as I slowly walked out the front door.


* * *


Minutes later I was sitting on my front porch when I heard Chase's motorcycle pull into my driveway. Ug. Not his bike again. He turned it off and pulled his helmet off.


He offered me a big smile. "Chrissy, It's good to see you."


"Don't you have a car?" I said, with a sassy attitude I didn't think I was capable of.  Maybe I’m letting this teenage girl thing get to my head.


"No I don't." he said. "This baby gets better gas mileage than any car I can afford."


"I can drive." I said. "Just let me go back inside and get my keys."


"Whoa." he said chuckling. "I asked you on this date. I should drive. We'll take the bike."


Should I put up more resistance here? If I'm going to succeed at saving his life, I'm going to have to pick my battles. Let me at least gain his trust.


"Fine." I unfolded my flannel and tied the sleeves around my waist. "For the record, I'm not happy about riding a motorcycle." I said.


"I appreciate your honesty," he said, handing me a helmet.


I walked to his bike, put the helmet on, and pulled myself up onto it. I wrapped my arms around his waist like I did over the weekend. A warm feeling filled me as I leaned into him. I hate that my body and my hormones are betraying me.


As he turned on his bike with a loud roar, I saw Mom standing on the porch. Hands still on her hips. Giving her oldest daughter that "I see you riding off with some boy on a motorcycle" glance. Gee, I guess the optics of this does look bad.


* * *


As the motorcycle went over the bay bridge over to Seaside I could smell the ocean's salt water in the air. Ah. I missed that smell. It's been way too long. I forgot to put my car windows down when I came out this way last week. The wind went through my hair. This was fun. I imagine my task of getting Chase to give up on motorcycles would be an uphill battle. But I had to try nonetheless. Actually I have no idea how to even bring up that conversation.


Chase parked the motorcycle in one of the parking lots at the south end of the boardwalk. We both got off the bike.


"What would you like to do for dinner?" he asked, taking both of our helmets and locking them up to the bike.


I saw the Sawmill Cafe right there at the beginning of the boardwalk. "A Sawmill Pizza!" I said. "It's been way too long!"


We walked over to the order counter together. I turned to Chase, "What kind of pizza do you prefer? I prefer a Supreme. I love all of the toppings."


"Supreme. That sounds great." he said.


Good. My ex-wife hated supreme's. She preferred just a plain cheese pizza. As I was about to put in the order, Chase stopped me. "Hey now. I'm the guy here."


"Oh I see." I replied. "Are we doing the gender stereotype thing today?"


"No." he said, turning red. "I just want to be chivalrous." I noticed him turning red and got guilty. Behave Christina. You've been in his position before, too.  


"I'll allow it. This time." I backed away from the order counter.


Chase put in the order. We sat down on a bench while waiting for the pizza to cook. I crossed my legs even though I'm in shorts. It's actually comfortable and has become second nature to me now.


"How much do I owe?" I said, trying to extract the wad of cash out of tight pockets of my shorts.


"Nothing." he said.


"Chase."


"Are you always this way?" he said.


"Which way?"


"Always in control. Always in charge. Don't you ever let go of the reins and enjoy the ride?"


"I uh - I guess I never had the opportunity." My motto has been if I'm in control then I only have myself to blame for disappointment. Maybe now that I've learned to take risks, maybe I need to also learn to trust others. That's a risk in itself.


"Well, I got this." he said. "Enjoy the ride for once." He smiled that smile again. And those eyes. It made me giddy. I hate that I can't stay mad at him. If all it takes is a smile from him for me to turn into a giddy school girl, then maybe this was a bad idea and I should run home right now.


This is really the first time I've been alone with Chase. I barely said 3 words to him as Tony. I was a little nervous because all of my memories of him were of me being jealous of his friendship with Ron. I really didn't know Chase. At all. I really disliked him. And here I am on a date with him.


"How was your day, Chrissy?" he asked.


"It was actually a very good day." I said. "I negotiated a de-escalation of tensions with Amber."


"The girl with the busted nose?" he asked.


"Yes." I laughed. "It's not busted anymore though."


"Until the next time she crosses you."


"God no." I said. "I'm going to try some new strategies with her from here on out. Using my fists only made things worse"


"So did you make her an offer she couldn't refuse?"


"Yes I did." I chuckled. "It worked. I went to her territory. I calmly stroked her ego and gave her something she wanted."


"Good job. Don Corleone would be proud."


"How was your day, Chase?"


"Nowhere near as eventful as yours. I went to school. I learned. I came home and got ready to see you.  I have to admit that right now is the best part of my day"


I blushed.  Damn Chase, you’re laying it on strong.  I hate that it’s working.


The pizza was ready and Chase got up to get it. He came back with a large pizza box and napkins. He sat down and opened the box for me. I pulled a slice off, folded it, and took a bite.


"Hmm. That's good!" I said with my mouth full. "I haven't been here at least a decade!"


He chuckled. "A decade?  Wow.  I'm glad I can bring you back to your childhood memories then." He took a bite of his pizza.


"We can walk and eat." I said.


"Sure" He held onto the box with one hand and his pizza with the other.


We started walking. I took in the scenery. Most of these shops and attractions on this end of the boardwalk aren't here anymore in 2018. What Hurricane Sandy didn't destroy, a large fire in 2013 finished the job.


"So" he said. "You know my favorite movie. What's yours?"


"Back to the Future." I said. "I'm a sucker for all time travel flicks. There's something enticing about being able to able to see where you came from, examine the many possibilities of your life and ask "What if?""


"I love the 2nd one." he replied "I can't wait ‘til 2015. Flying cars and hoverboards!"


I laughed. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but we're not going to have any of that stuff in 2015. No flying cars. No hoverboards. People will laugh at you if you have a fax machine in every room of the house. But we will have smartphones. Have you seen a PalmPilot?"


"I've seen one. Never touched one"


"Well imagine a device smaller than that, more powerful than any computer today. And it connects you to your entire life. Your phone, contact list, video games, music, all of your friends, family, and acquaintances and the entire internet all at your fingertips."


"Wow. Sounds like a cool idea."


"In theory. We will have a wealth of all human knowledge at our fingertips but people use it to watch cat videos. Then people get addicted to it and forget to stop to look up and see the real world." I looked at Chase. He was smiling enthralled with my story. I realized how much life I've lived this past week without having my cellphone as a social crutch. I almost didn't miss it.


"You've thought a lot about that. I took you for an optimist" he said.


"Well, I am an optimist." I said. "Technology is awesome. But it's frustrating at the same time. There are times at work, I slam my keyboard down and yell "I hate computers!" But the fact is- I LOVE computers. It's my passion. Pizza, please."


We each grabbed another slice of pizza from the box.


"So, Back to the Future." he said "How do you feel about the third movie?"


"It completes the trilogy. Not as strong as the first two. But it is a fun western."


"So, The Godfather." I said "How do you feel about the 3rd movie?"


"Never happened." he laughed. "How about Favorite TV show?"


"Star Trek The Next Generation. Captain Picard is the ultimate male role model."


He laughed. "I love hearing a girl talk about the ultimate male role model."


"Hey now." I said. "Don't judge."


"I'm not judging. I expected you to say Janeway."


"Nah." I said. "She was poorly written by the writers. Some episodes she acts like the crew's mother. Other episodes she's a genocidal maniac. Do you watch Star Trek too?"


"A little bit. I love the utopia they live in."


"Me too. It's a world I'd love to live in."


"Does the optimist in you say we'll ever get there?"


"Yes. One day. I fear it won't happen in our lifetime, though. We as a people have a lot of imperfections to work out before we can join the Federation. Do you have a favorite TV show?"


"Not really. With all of the gigs I do, if I'm not playing, I'm practicing. I have occasionally watched episodes of Friends, Simpsons, South Park, various Star Trek."


I laughed. "I bet both Simpsons and South Park will still be on in 2015."


He laughed at that. "On the odd occasion I've watched guilty pleasures like - Singled Out."


"Singled Out? I used to love that show! Geez, that takes me back."


He laughed. "It's still on. I watched it the other day."


I shrugged it off. So far all of my crazy future talk just slides right off of Chase, so I figured he could handle it.


"How about sports?" he asked "What are you into?"


"I'm only a football fan." I replied. "I found all of the other sports too boring. This one time I fell asleep at a basketball game! Don't get me wrong. I love playing a lot of sports. I like softball, bowling. I used to do Tae Kwon Do. But as a spectator. It's only football."


"What's your team?"


"I'm a Giants fan"


"Me too! What do you think about our team this year?"


"We're going to win the NFC East and make the playoffs." I said.


"Wow. That's a bold prediction. Dallas has won it 5 straight times."


"Remember I'm an optimist" I smiled. He smiled back and nudged our shoulders.


We each grabbed the remaining slices of pizza from the box and he tossed the empty box into the nearest trash can. There was a soda shop nearby. Chase bought a pair of root beers to drink. We continued walking.


We stopped in front of Casino Pier.


"Wanna go on a few rides?" Chase asked.


"Sure." I replied.


The first ride we headed towards was the roller coaster which if memory serves me correctly, was replaced by another one that fell into the ocean during the hurricane. Either way, this ride doesn't exist in 2018, so I decided to take full advantage of being in 1997. He paid for the tickets and we rode the coaster together. When the ride came to a stop I was smiling. I also noticed Chase staring at me too with a smile of his own.


After that we went on Musik Express. This type of ride is one of my favorite non-roller coaster rides. I made sure to sit inside the inner seat of the car with him on the outside so the centripetal force of my weight would crush him. It's a fun game I used to play on my parents and Cindy when we used to ride it. As the ride started to go, and the rock music started, I started leaning into him. He was laughing. I was laughing. He tried to lean back into me, but... centripetal forces. I put my feet on the side of the car and pushed on him harder. "This is for ordering and paying for me!" We laughed the entire time.  At the end of the ride, I realized my actions might be interpreted as flirting.  I turned red realizing I was having too much fun… flirting with him.


After the rides, we walked down to the beach. I pulled off my sandals and started walking barefoot. The sand was cold, yet nice on my feet. It's been a while since I've been at a beach. The sun was getting low in the western sky and the buildings of the boardwalk were casting long shadows on the beach.


"Did you say you did martial arts?" he said.


"Yeah. Tae Kwon Do. For at least 4 or so years"


"That's cool. How did you get into that?"


"Well" I said, sitting down in the sand facing the ocean. He sat down next to me. "I was bullied during my pre-teens. There was this one incident. I was in front of my house. I was maybe 11 or 12 or something. Some boy who was friends with some other kid down the street bullied me. I remember that being the final straw. My dad decided to enroll me in self defense classes. I started taking Tae Kwon Do after that."


"What happened? What did he do to you? Unless you don't feel comfortable saying?"


"It's been a while. And I don't really remember the details."


I thought about it, trying to retrieve the memory. I closed my eyes. "So I was out on the front of my house doing yard work. I think I was weed whacking the border of our lawn..."



Being the oldest it was my responsibility to do the yard work in the middle of the week while my dad was working. I had just finished mowing the lawn. I was weed whacking along the border of the street when this boy was walking down the street. He looked a few years older than me. I had a Walkman clipped to my shorts and my headphones on, so I really wasn't paying attention to him. He said something to me. I turned the weed-whacker off and pulled the headphones off to see what he was saying.


"Hey you stupid idiot. You're getting grass in the street!"


I was confused. Why was this so important to him?


"So what?" I said. "I'll get to it later"


"You'll get to it now. And sweep it off." he said stepping off the street and onto our lawn.


"Get off our property!" I said confronting him.


I was shorter and scrawnier than most boys my age. It was very intimidating to stand up to them.


Just then he pushed me and I fell backwards, dropping the weed-whacker to my side. I could feel tears welling up. I tossed the Walkman and headphones to the side and I got up ready to fight. But I didn't know how. I tried to throw a punch, but I was too slow. He grabbed my arm and twisted me around. He took his other arm around my neck and put me into a choke hold. I couldn't breath. I was crying. I was trying to tell him to let go.


"Go ahead cry baby. Cry like a girl. Never touch me again. Baby."


He let go of me and pushed me back down to the grass. He walked away.


I was gasping for air. I was crying. I felt powerless. It was on my own property but I was still powerless.



Chase grabbed my hand. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I brought this up. That must've been a painful memory for you."


"It was then I resolved to never let anyone see me cry ever again. I took Tae Kwon Do and vowed to always defend myself. But it wasn't even always like that. I'm a conflict avoider. I continued to get bullied from other boys. At school. At the bus stop. I eventually stood up to them. But it took months of abuse to finally stand up to conflict. Hell, I let Amber walk all over me for a few days before I finally decked her."


I wiped tears from my eyes. I didn't realize I was crying in front of Chase. I turned away.


"No." he said. "It's OK to cry. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide it."


"It's just that- crying triggers that feeling of being powerless. It brings me back to that moment in my front yard."


Oddly enough, I don't remember crying again that until I became Christina when I finally cried a few days ago. Despite getting more confidence through martial arts, the trauma of it all really lingered with me. I think it still lingers today even after all these years.


"What happened when you stood up to those boys?" he asked.


"I kicked their ass" I laughed while wiping under my eyes. "The one at school I punched him. He stopped harassing me. The one at the bus stop. I punched him a few times, but he kept coming and lunging at me. So I kicked him in the jaw. Again he never harassed me again."


He laughed. "Chrissy, you are one tough girl. Beating the shit out of boys. I can't believe people still try to bully you."


"They see a geek. A nerd. Someone they can exert their power over."


"I see a strong woman. A very confident bad-ass" he said.


I chuckled and sniffed. "Thanks."


"OK." he said. "I'm sorry for bringing up a painful memory. Lets change the subject. We can ask more questions."


"Sure." I said.


He stood up and held his hand out. I took it and he pulled me up. I wiped the sand off my shorts and legs. We started walking along the water line. The waves were washing over our feet. The water was cold. It was late September after all.


"I know you like video games?" he said. "What's your favorite?"


"Final Fantasy 3- the American Final Fantasy 3 I mean. The one for Super Nintendo"


"They have different numbers?"


"Yeah, It's called Final Fantasy 6 outside of North America. But it's so awesome. The music. The characters. The story. I personally think it was a game changer for RPGs. You?"


"Lately I've been playing either Mortal Kombat or Madden. Do you have an N64 or PlayStation?"


"Neither, I stopped playing console games after the Super Nintendo. My hobby became programming. My dad likes to brag that one day he told me to make games instead of play them. He gave me a book on programming. So I started programming. But I did get into LAN games in colle-" I stopped myself short before talking about future events again.  I’ve been getting sloppy around Chase - letting the lives of Tony and Christina blur.  He’s made me feel so comfortable that I’m letting my guard down.


"What are LAN games?" he asked.


"Multi-player PC games where you can play with others over the LAN - local network."


"That's really cool. I don't understand it, but it sounds cool."


My turn to ask questions. "So Chase." I said. "How many bands are you actually in?"


"Five total" he said. "But they all have different schedules and some of them are seasonal, so there are some dry spells. So I have the ska band, the jazz band, there's an Elvis tribute band, I jam with a couple guys in a grunge band, I also do some solo work too."


"An Elvis tribute band?" I laughed. "That's great! Which one is your favorite?"


"The ska band." he said. "It's where we can actually write and play our own music. All of the other ones are just covers. It's fun, but we just really want to play our own music, you know?"


"I get it. But that swing music was hot!"


He laughed. "It's really cool to get to know other performers of various ages and backgrounds. The bass player in the jazz band fought in World War 2. Can you believe that? He's got stories! The other vocalist you heard- she has the greatest voice. She's a single mother of 3, it's fun watching her in her element. The guys in the grunge band. They are actually good writers, some of those lyrics are so deep and beautiful. But don't tell them that. They'd get angry if you called their dark stuff beautiful."


I didn't know any of this about Chase. This was actually an eye opening experience. I had incorrectly judged him. I was jealous of his friendship with Ron. I thought he was just "too cool." I didn't realize we actually had a lot in common.


"Then there's Ron." he said. "I only really just met him this month. But he has this amazing friend who I'm on a awesome date with."


I blushed hard. "How many instruments do you play?"


"I mostly just play guitar and sing. You should teach me how to play the sax."


I smiled and chuckled at his suggestion.


A larger wave came by and splashed into Chase. He tried to dodge it but it was too late and half of his shorts got wet. I laughed.


He laughed too as he reached down and splashed water at me.


"Ah!" I said, but it came out as a feminine scream. It was cold! "Oh no you didn't!" I said as I I tossed my sandals and flannel shirt into dry sand and I rushed up and kicked water at him.


He splashed back. We did this for half a minute. A knee-high wave came up to me and I lost my balance. Chase was there to catch me. All I could see was his big smile silhouetting the purple and orange sky. I felt warm in his embrace despite both of us being in the ocean. I wrapped my arms around him to gain balance.


"You planned this." I said. I involuntarily looked down at his lips.


"Maybe." he said. "Did it work?"


I didn't know what to say. My heart was beating faster. I was getting flush. "Maybe" I said.


He leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, Our lips met each other. I was swept away in the moment so I kissed back. My right hand came up and held onto his neck. I was sure I'd be disgusted by kissing a guy. But I wasn't. His lips were just as soft as any girls' lips were. They just didn't have a flavored lip gloss on them.


Here I was, kissing Chase on the beach with our feet in the ocean at sunset. He definitely planned this.


Another wave hit us above our knees so we broke off our kiss. I was in a daze and just stared into his eyes. We returned to the drier part of the beach. He was holding my hand.  I was in a giddy daze.  What just happened?  I think my world just got turned upside down.  I may have pulled too much at that thread.


I looked down and noticed that my white tank top was now see-through. You could totally see my bra. That broke me out of my daze. "I'm wearing a white shirt. You dick." I playfully pushed his shoulder. He laughed.


He reached down, picked up my flannel and held it open for me. I put my arms through the sleeves. He put his arm around me to warm me up.


He must be loving this chivalrous stuff. I was never big into defined gender roles.  Fine. I’ll be the guy now.  I'll be the one to ask him on the next date.


"Chase." I said. "What are you doing Saturday night?"


"Nothing yet." he said. "I don't have a gig lined up for this weekend."


"Would you-" I swallowed as my voice broke. "Like to go to homecoming with me?"


"I would be delighted!" he said smiling at me.


I felt an instant warmth. Butterflies in my stomach. I was giddy. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. Not since my ex-wife. I didn't feel this way with Fay. Or Jess.


"Oh." I added. "Me and Ron are taking our homecoming dates out tomorrow. A double date. If you're not busy-"


"Yes." he said.


* * *


When the sun went down we turned around and walked back the way we came. The boardwalk was all lit up from the open shops and the rides. We talked a little more about our families, our plans for after high school. Before I knew it, we were back at the bike. We stared into each other's eyes. I leaned in, and he met me in the middle, embraced me and kissed me.


We made out for a few minutes. It was a blur. I was falling hard for this guy. This GUY. It scared me. It was exciting and intoxicating. I wanted more.


Eventually we stopped kissing and got back into the motorcycle and headed home.


He walked me up my front porch. I didn't want it to end. We had at least a 1 minute good-night make-out session right there on my doorstep.


"Good night" he whispered.


"Good night" I whispered back.


* * *


It was only 8:30 when I got in, so I said "I'm home" to nobody in particular and went to my room.


My clothes were still damp. I stripped off my flannel, my tank top, and my shorts and went looking for a t-shirt from my closet.


As I moved across the room I was gliding. No. I was dancing.


I have a date to homecoming.


I didn't notice Cindy had come into my room and closed the door behind her.


I saw her, and jumped. "You startled me." I said.


"Since you're dancing around your room in your underwear I'm guessing it went well."


"It did." I admitted and smiled at the thought of him kissing me again. "I didn't think it would. But we just connected. I asked him to homecoming."


"That's awesome."


"I'm on cloud nine right now. I don't know what to think."


"You know Mom and Dad are going to want to meet him right?"


"Yeah I know."


Cindy left my room, and I found dry clothes to put on.


* * *


When I came out of the room, Mom and Dad asked how it went. I told them it went well and I promised them they'd get to both meet him.


When I managed to escape the parental inquisition, I went downstairs to the den and turned on my PC.


I connected online to the familiar dial-up tones, beeps and screech. I opened my email and found Val's email she promised me.


In my good mood, I opened up Notepad and started coding Val's website. It was difficult at first since most of the tools I'd typically use haven't been created yet, but I was able to get a base skeleton website for her to look at and play with. I save the files to a floppy disc.


I heard a knock at the den door. It was Cindy again.


"Whats up?" I asked.


She held out the cordless phone with an annoyed look. "It's for you."


Is it Chase? Already? I took the phone.


"Hello?"


"Hey Demarco." It's Amber.



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Hi, I'm Emily and I'm writing Gender Transformation Fiction! This site is a place for my to keep all of my stories in one place. I'm also a software developer in the daytime, so this site will also be a proving ground of cool new features that pop into my head. Feel free to message me on Twitter or at my Discord Server! You can also find me on TGStorytime.com and FictionMania.tv.

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