This choice: You suddenly 'know' that as you play your roles you will become them • Go Back...Chapter #7You suddenly 'know' that as you play yo... by: PonyGirl   Somehow you know that you are stuck. You not only cannot answer to any name but Emma and be forced to wear female clothing, but as you do, you will slowly be changing yourself into the real thing. You are not sure if it is good or bad that you also know that, to anyone outside of your family, everyone will see you as a young female named Emma. You are determined to fight this, and find a way out of what you found out is now 1870. Not everyone in your family seems to feel that way though.
Your little sister, now your little brother, smiles and says, "I will become a boy? That is great! And from the looks of what girls wear," she looked at you, "I am glad! I would go crazy wearing all that funny stuff!" Then she said, "I am hungry! Is someone making us breakfast?"
You can see a struggle in your dad's face. At last he says, "Oh, yes, that is my job now." She looked at you though and said, "And you will help Emma. You need to learn how to cook. You will soon have a husband and family of your own to care for."
You are shocked. You troy to say no, but instead hear yourself saying, "Yes mother."
The two of you find yourselves going into the kitchen, putting on some aprons that were hanging there, and beginning to cook. You don't want to, but you seem to know what to do, even though you never cooked a thing before in your life! Breakfast was almost done when somehow, you managed to drum up enough will to say, "This is ridiculous! I am not going to just submit to this!" You take the apron off, throw it to the floor and storm out the back door.
Somehow it is hard to maintain your anger as you feel your skirts swish around your legs and you realize that the motion is awkward at best with your higher heels. You go around your house to the front and somehow find yourself walking down the sidewalk in a very quaint town. Men tip their hats to you and women smile and nod.
Then the worst happens. Well, the worst thing for you. A young man walks up to you and says, "Good morning Miss Emma. A lovely morning made all the better by a lovely girl."
You look at him and to your horror, your heart flutters and you realize that you think he is incredibly handsome! You try to fight it, but your answer comes out, "Good morning to you Hubert. I see you are as flattering as always." You can't help smiling, and you think you might also be blushing!
He grins, "It is not flattery to merely acknowledge the looks of the most beautiful girl in town." As you do blush, he continues, "I was wondering if I might call on you this evening Miss Emma?"
You find yourself nervous, "I would be honored sir. If my father approves of course."
He smiled, "Of course! In that case, would you like an escort home? I could then take the opportunity to ask him."
You smile, wanting to scream "No!", but instead saying, "I would very much welcome your company kind sir."
The idle chat on the way home drives you crazy, but you can't stop. What is worse, you can swear that you feel hair bouncing around your head. By the time you get 'home', there is no question that it has grown to at least your shoulders!
When you get to your house, Hubert waits outside as you go talk to your 'father'. Your mom looks a bit taller to you as you walk up and say, "There is a young gentleman outside who would like to talk to you father." You blush, "He would like to call on me this evening."
You mom looks at you and says, "Are you in favor of this Emma?"
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