The Things About A Trans Teen

Shopping With Dad

    I awoke to my father's alarm, which was easy enough to hear through the thin appartment walls. A set of clothes was hung up on my door. A bright pink shirt and pants with princess written on them; a pair of tennis shoes (obviously girls) sat below them. My face beamed and I quickly grabbed the outfit and ran to the shower. After the shower I changed into the clothes dad had hung up on my door and smiled as I looked at myself while brushing my hair.

    It feels right, I thought to myself. Why would mom hate me for just wanting to feel good? I left the bathroom to a smiling father waiting for me in a simple t-shirt and blue jeans combo.

    "You look beautiful sweetie," he smiled and I hugged him tightly.

    "Thank you dad," I replied as I let go of him. I made myself breakfast and threw the nightgown I wore the night before into the bin by the door. My chores didn't start until next week, but I had to take the laundry down the street every Friday to get it done. A dollar job with a ten dollar intrest my dad told me.

    By the time I finished eating dad was ready and more excited than I was to go. "I'm guessing you've never thought about getting a tattoo?"

    My reaction surprised him slightly, "actually I have. I want a frog on my wrist." His laugh was loud and sudden.

    "Why?" He finally asked after calming down. To be honest I didn't really know why, I just liked frogs. I shrugged, finished my cereal, and got my shoes on. We headed down to the parking alley beside the apartment, a space the landlord purchased and renovated so that there was enough space for the tennents to park and then some for anyone wanting to go to Beth's.

    Dad drove a small little Prius. I laughed at first sight, which made dad smile. He told me he got it for cheap from a friend who didn't use it much (though, the reason why was probably clear) and it saved him money to run it everywhere he needed to go. I nodded, made enough sense, and got in. The inside was newly redone and composed of leather seats and a pure black dahsboard to match the black car paint. The neon lights of the indicators were newly done too, and was easily as visible even during the day when they were off. Dad told me we were going to a friend of his who opened a barber shop awhild back. Upon arrival I could already tell dad was very open about people's identities. A gay pride flag hung outfront and the window was decreated in pride parade pictures. Once inside, a women with short cropped hair that didn't even touch her shoulders stood next to a barber chair. Her outift resembled that of an old styled barber shop quartet, with red and white striped running up and down thst outfit.

    "You must be Michelle," she held out her hand. "I'm Monica and I'll be your stylist today."

    I shook her hand and smiled, "you have a nice place, it's a pleasure to meet you."

    Her face beamed with joy, "your southern accent is as cute as you're gonna be when I'm done. And thank you, me and my wife have ownes this place for nearly ten years now." I blushed and took a seat in the chair. "Now, how do you want your hair darling?"

    I haven't really thought about it. Looking in the mirror, I actually really liked her hair, "actually, I really like your hair style." Her lips perked up and she nodded and began to cut my hair.

    Ten mimutes passed and she gelled my hair over to the side then messed it up like hers was. "How's that darling?" I smiled and nodded as I looked at myself.

    "It looks amazing, thank you so much," I got up and we hugged. She was a bit talled then me which made it kinda weird but oh well.

    "Don't be a stranger!" She called out after us as we left. Next, clothes. Dad drove is to the nearby plaza, which had a number of clothing stores. We went to each one, I tried on clothes and dad bought the ones I like. By the time it all ended it was abkut an hour or so later and I had a few skirts, a dozen pairs of pants and shirts, a couple pairs of leggings, two dresses (one was silver, sparkly, and knee length while the other was white with japanese flower designs arching up the side and came to my ankles), high heels to match, and matching sets of bras and panties.

    Dad offered dinner, which I agreed, and we found a nice oriental place to eat. We both shared a love of Asian foods. After about thirtt minutes of an all you can eat Asian buffet, we paid and started to leave. On the way out I bumped into a man on accident. I looked up to appologize and I was shocked by who it was. Bus boy.

    I blushed and looked down quickly, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

    He laughed and smiled, "just like you didn't mean to fall asleep on me either?" My face flushed.

    "Zachary!" My dad smiled and slapped Zachary on the back. "Michelle this is Zach, Zach this is...wait this is the girl from the bus?"

    Zachary smiled and nodded, "wish I would of know this was your daughter. See I tend to help behind the curtain at many of the plays your dad does." He ran his hand through his hair and god it made me want to fluff it up like a pillow.

    I smiled and held my hand out, "well I guess it's time for an official introduction. I'm Michelle, Michelle Jennings."

    He smiled and shook my hand gently, "Zachary Atticus Prostant, it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady like yourself." I felt my face blush a deep red, and I stuttered as I tried speaking. Dad went and got the car and Zach took his chance, "how does coffee next Friday sound? I dont have work that day so I'm free."

    I nodded and smiled, "sounds lovely, I'll see you around...three?" He nodded in agreement as dad pulled up.

    He handed me a slip of paper with his number on it and opened the door, "your ride awaits madam, call me if plans change or you just need some company." I smiled and got in the passanger seat. He shut the door and waved me off.

    I leaned down into the seat and sighed. "Someones got a crush," dad said, and I hit his arm, even if he was right.