A Girl for Halloween Part 9: Parents' Suspicions

So…yeah. I kissed a boy. On the lips.

He’s tall, handsome, athletic, and a perfect gentleman. And it wasn’t even a kiss. It was a full on make-out session. It was fairly romantic, or at least It was as romantic as the middle of a high school dance floor could be. I woke up the next morning not quite knowing how to feel. Should I text him? Should I wait for him to text me? Do I just not say anything until I see him at work on Monday?

The situation was stressing me out, and it wasn’t even 10 in the morning. I hear a knock at my door.

“Can I come in?” a muddled voice said. It was Julia.

“Uhh, yeah, you’re good.” I replied.

She took her time coming in, almost as if it was a victory lap.

“Well, well, well…” She had the biggest smirk.

“I know, I know. Thank you for getting mom and dad out of the house.”


“AND…thank you for letting me borrow your clothes, makeup, and hair accessories.”

She snapped her fingers and pointed to me. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Boy did I wish I could have seen you last night though. You must have looked SO pretty.”

“I was thinking sexy rather than pretty” I said. We laughed.

“But did Jacie have a good night with her boy toy?” She ran up to my bed and sat on it. “I wanna hear EVERYTHING.”

“Okay then.”

I proceeded to fill Julia in on everything. I explained how once mom and dad left the house, I gave myself a very basic makeover, curled my hair, and even added some pink lipstick to make myself feel especially pretty.

I told her about how he picked me up and we drove to his mansion of a house, and pregamed with his friends. She thought the same thing as I did, with how I was a somewhat dorky person as a boy, but was hanging with the popular crowd as a girl.

“BUT….how was the dance??” she insisted impatiently.

“Well, we…kissed a little bit.”

She fell on the floor.


I had to shush her. I didn’t want mom to storm in and get suspicious of what was going on.

“Yes, Michael and I kinda kissed a little bit.”

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you kissed a boy! I’ll be honest, I didn’t really expect you to go that far with a---“

Then she paused for a second, and lowered her voice.

“Do you think you’re totally into guys?”

Honestly, I had to think about that. Before last week, I always assumed I was a straight man. But look at me! I have been wearing girls’ clothes, girls’ makeup, going on dates with a boy and KISSING him!

“I don’t really know, to be honest. I like being Jacie, but I also like being Jason too. And I still do find girls to be attractive…or at least I really think I do.

Just as the discussion was beginning to get deep, my Mom barged in.

“Julia, what are you doing in your brother’s room? You too look like you’re gossiping, so maybe I should leave. Just like sisters!” She then backed out. Hmmph, little does she know.

“I should probably get going. I got stuff to do today. Hey! Congrats on the night though!”

“Do you want your panties and robe back?”

“Just sneak it into my room when you can,” she said casually.
She is truly the best sister.

I went down for a late breakfast and met my mom down there.

“I heard you come in late last night. Where were you out?”

The question caught me off guard. I was so comfortable with how the night went that I didn’t even bother thinking of an excuse. “Uh, I was with Kyle.”

“Hmm, Kyle,” she replied, “haven’t seen him around in a little while. He’s usually here all the time.”

I hate to say this, but I think Kyle has kind of written me off as a friend, ever since he saw me dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast at Merlin’s. We haven’t really talked since. I understand how he’d think it’s weird, but if he didn’t care enough about me to even talk about it, he’s not worth being a friend.

However, he’ll work fine as a cover if I have an unexplained absence later on.

“So what’d you guys do?” Damn. I know she’s my mom, but I could go without the persistence.

“Oh, we just went to the park. Hung out. Met some people. Ya know, stuff.”

She looked skeptical. “Hmm. Okay.”

I went to the cabinet to grab some cereal. She turned back to washing dishes, but whipped back around.

“Say, Jason, I see you have a messy bun.”

I reached up and felt my hair. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“You usually don’t do that. It looks kinda effeminate.”

“Mom, it’s fine, or whatever. What do you want me to change it or something?” I said, giving the typical teenage boy response.

“Oh come on…I can have fun with my son a little bit. You know it’s interesting…you had this long hair for so many years, and I’ve always wondered why. Boys don’t, and shouldn’t, be playing with their hair, as that is strictly a girl thing. So why keep it long?”

“I don’t know, I just like to keep it long I guess.”

She walks over to me. “We should probably change it then. I’m sure you don’t want to be looking too much like a girl.”

I didn’t want to be particularly protective over my hair, because that might seem suspicious. I thought she’d just grab my bun and then drop the whole thing.

“It’s so long, Jason!” she said. She then grabbed the hair tie and let me hair come down. Uh oh.

I saw my reflection in the mirror, and my hair cascaded back down. Because I had not washed my hair, it had maintained some curls from yesterday. It didn’t look freshly done, but a trained eye could tell. And my mother was a trained eye.

“Wait a second. This looks like it’s been curled.”

“What do you mean?” I said, trying to act confused.

“Yes, yes, yes, this looks curled…Jason, what were you doing last night?”

I began to get very nervous. I mean, there was no way she could just come up with what I was actually doing, but this was certainly not a good sign.

“I said, I was with Kyle.”

“Then why was Julia’s flat iron and curling iron out? Were you playing around with it?”


Then, as if my life hadn’t been saved enough.

“I did it!” Julia said, appearing from upstairs.

“What?” my Mom and I said simultaneously.

“Jason, you can fess up,” Julia said. “Mom, after Jason got home with Kyle, he came into my room and I was reading a magazine. There was this hairstyling advice, and I said I wanted to try it out, and convinced him to do it. I curled his hair for him, but he was very much against it. He did it to humor me. I’m sorry.”

Mom paused for a second. “Okay fine Julia, but remember, boys are supposed to keep boy haircuts, even if it’s long. Jason, you don’t have to subject yourself to embarrassment of that. Next time just be more insistent on letting your sister leave you be.”

Mom leaves the kitchen and goes to the basement.

“…aaaaaand that is HOW many times I’ve saved your butt?”

I barely squeak out a smile. But Julia chuckles a little bit.

“Julia, I’ll be honest this is really risky. I just went out on a FULL NIGHT DATE WITH A BOY, and here I am almost getting caught because my hair is looking just the tiniest bit feminine.”

I sigh and sit down on the couch.

“Jason, you need to ask yourself. Do you like being Jacie?”

“Yes, I think so. I just think it’s a lot of fun being someone else for a change. I still like being Jason though.”

“So keep at it! If you’re having fun, then have fun. Just be especially careful around the house. I’ll help cover for you, but take this as a warning sign…Jacie is a tricky situation.”

I gave a determined nod, and then Julia gave me a nice long hug.

With that all settled, I decided to finish my morning breakfast, and then headed back to my room.

I really did have a good time as Jacie. Sure, being feminine was fun, but I also got other things from last night, that make it worthwhile. I got to talk to people from a different school. I got to party with the popular kids, and had a BLAST. I experienced physical compassion with another person. These are things that I’m not fortunate enough to have when being myself.

So I decided to text Michael, and be cool with what happened last night. Hopefully he feels as good about it as I do, but I won’t be able to tell if I don’t reach out.

I texted him, “Hey, I had a good time last night. Thanks for inviting me.”


Within a minute, I saw that he was typing a response. Clearly it made me nervous. Who wouldn’t get nervous?

But as it turns out, it was a very positive response. “Me too! I’m so happy you could make it.”

Not a very sensual text, but then again, the kiss wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.

But he responded again. “What’re you doing today?”

And before I could text back again, he did, with possibly the riskiest proposal yet. “I’m having the same friends over for a pool party today. You should come! They would all love to hang out with you again, and so would I! Can you make it?”


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