The now all too familiar sound of heels clicking on tile fills the hallway as you storm up the stairs, heading for your step-brother’s room. With a snarl, you pull the door open with as much force as you can muster. Your step-brother, sitting on his bed playing video games, glances up as the door bangs against the wall.
“You can not be serious!” You shriek at him, causing him to wince. You stand in the doorway, furious, glaring at him as he hastily pauses his video game.
“Oh, hey Madison.” He says weakly. “I guess you must have heard, huh?”
“What do you mean you don’t want to go to prom anymore!” You snap. “After all that complaining about not wanting to go to the dance by yourself? After…..this?” You gesture towards yourself.
You are wearing heels, as you have every day for the past week. Your shirt is a low cut red top, which is filled out by the now familiar weight of the breast forms which had been securely attached to your chest. You didn’t know where she’d gotten the adhesive she’d used, but it had been weeks and they still seemed just as firmly attached as ever. At least the denim shorts you were wearing were comfortable, though you still hadn’t gotten used to the lack of pockets.
You hadn’t seen your male clothing in weeks, ever since this had started. You had always had long hair, but now it was a beautiful shade of blonde and flowed down past your shoulders. Your voice had grown noticeably higher as your throat had felt weird for days now. Nobody looking at you would have ever guessed you were really a guy.
Your step-brother shrugs. “Yeah, a bunch of my friends are having a party that night and I decided I would rather go to that.”
“And what about me!” You demand, unconsciously placing a hand on your hip. “Your crazy mother has been making me live as a girl for weeks now so I could be your date! Everyone at school thinks I’m stuck in bed sick! I just bought my prom dress!” You scowl as he shrugs again.
“Don’t worry Madison.” A voice comes from behind you. “It’s all worked out.”
You slowly turn to see your step-mother standing in the hallway, smiling at you. That smile had come to make you very nervous.
“I knew how upset you’d be. After all, no girl wants to miss her prom.” She continued. “And after all the time and effort we spent it would be a shame for it to go to waste, so I arranged for one of the guys from your school to be your new date.”
You sway on your heels, feeling light-headed. “Oh, and maybe you’ll get elected prom queen! Wouldn’t that be fun?” Your step-mother adds. Your eyes widen at the thought. It’s all just a little too much, and you pass out, dropping to the ground with a thud.
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