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Chapter 7 : A Real Bitch's Running After Me

We talked for hours and had lots of fun. I did not dare try any antics further and kept my hands only on food. Unfortunately, both fate and date were not on my side. I accidently bit my partner's middle finger thinking it was sausage. The rest of the night I ate salads and desserts to avoid any further embarrassment.

I controlled the urge to burp and I was now waiting outside to find out who my date was. I leaned on the wall and tapped my feet impatiently. The waiter came out and I laughed awkwardly. "Please don't tell me you were my date."

"No Madam, I just wanted to inform you that your date is the next person who walks out. He should be in his early twenties," he stated and disappeared into the restaurant. I fixed my wig and ran my hand over my lips to ensure that my lipstick wasn't smudged. I really wanted to change and look beautiful like a decent lady.

I heard footsteps and I straightened my wrinkled shirt. I looked up and saw none other than Ian approaching me. He was dressed smartly in a black and white tux with his hair gelled properly. I smiled brightly. "Of course it's you! Ian King."

Ian chuckled but he looked puzzled. He did not seem to recognize me. We met only a few days ago but still he couldn't recognize me? He couldn't recognize George Brooks? Ah! Of course he couldn't, since I was transformed completely by wearing a wig, lipstick and heavy eye makeup.

"You look so familiar and . . . beautiful," Ian said in awe and admiration and I grinned. Normally, I would walk around the town being my obnoxious self-sporting trousers and my brother's stolen clothes. Today, I sure looked different in a good way, but I controlled myself to not lick the lipstick. I disliked lipstick strongly.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked and placed my hand on my hip. He took a few steps forward until we were quite close and looked down at me.

"Yeah, you're the prettiest girl I have ever laid my eyes on," he said in a husky voice. I bit my lip to avoid laughing. He brought his hand near my face and tucked a piece of my wig hair. Before I could slap his hand away, my wig fell right onto his hand.

"What the---" he shrieked and cursed loudly. He jumped three feet high and threw the wig away. I bursted out laughing and placed my hand on the wall for support. He looked so horrified and freaked out by the entire incident. After some time, he recovered from the shock and smiled amusingly. "This can only be you, George."

I sat down and laughed heartily. My legs wobbled and my body vibrated. My laughter ceased eventually and he picked me up to steady me. I wiped my happy tears and said bitterly, "You know Ian, I really wanted to change and act like a young lady just what my mother wished for me. But everything became a disaster. I now realize that no matter how much I try, I'll still remain the same, old tomboy of the town."

I licked my lipstick clean. [Emily had earlier mentioned it was edible] I wiped my face with a spare tissue and turned to walk away. "Thank you for the lovely dinner."

"Hey, wait!" Ian grabbed my arm and whirled me around. He lifted my chin so I was looking right into his eyes. His expression softened and he said in a low voice,"I like the way you are. You are beautiful in all true sense. You don't need hideous makeup or outfit for that. You don't need to change, when you're born to stand out."

His eyebrows were knotted in concern and I laughed lightly. He did not laugh back, his face defined seriousness. "Well . . . thanks for the confidence boost. That was really sweet of you. Now, will you drop this pretty lady home?"

"Sure," he said, his eyes twinkling and I held his hand as we walked in the silence of the cold night.

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