I Love You Ms. J!

Chapter 11: Trying Hard!

I walked home with my head in a numb daze. It mirrored the feeling of my body. Bella and I had made out for rest of the day. We crossed a number of thresholds I thought I'd never do, but we didn't cross the big one. The making love one.

I don't think either of us could handle that just yet. When I left we both knew that we were a couple. There wasn't a big proclamation or anything, we just knew it.

When I entered my house, I forgot to announce I was home and started for the stairs. But Ken was coming down just as I was about to take my first step. I gave him a slight wave, then was suddenly snapped out of my daze by the look on his face.

"What?"

"For a second I didn't know it was you." Ken told me. "It looked like a stranger just walked in the house. It wasn't until you waved at me that I realized it was you, Sis."

I blinked, unsure what he was talking about. Did he somehow figure out I was with a girl just then? "Don't be an idiot."

"Well, can you blame me, you've never dressed like that before." Ken still was staring at me.

"Huh?"

I looked down and my brain rebooted. I had forgotten that I was still in Bella's dress and that she styled my hair. The image of what I looked like in her mirror popped in my head and I remembered that I did look a lot different.

"I went over a friend's house and she wanted to play dress up." I murmured lamely.

Ken looked away and scratched his nose. "For what it's worth, it doesn't look stupid."

"Oh shut up." I walked passed him, feeling embarrassed.

When I had retreated in my room, my heart was beating. I know it must of been hard for my brother to compliment me, little rat, but I couldn't take him acting different around me. I walked over to my own mirror and looked at myself.

Other than my hair looking a bit more tousled than before, I still looked like the image that appeared in Bella's mirror.

I looked at some of the clothes I bought the other day, thinking they weren't as cute as Bella's, but were still girly. I took off the dress and put on the most tomboy outfit I bought, wondering if I'd go back to looking like the cross-dresser. But I didn't.

Somehow there was a girl there. Did a little color of makeup and styling hair make that much of a difference?

Sighing I decided I'd wear this outfit the next day, and return Bella's dress to her after I washed it. It wasn't until I had placed it into the washing machine did I remember that everyone at school thought of me as a boy.

Some fear took over me, knowing that all those girls saw me kiss Bella, then tomorrow if I showed up like this they'd know the truth. But a part of me wanted them to know.

"You're really freaking me out, Sis." Ken told me again when I came into the kitchen. "When did you get that outfit now?"

"Leave me alone, okay?" I glared at him. "Shouldn't you be happy I'm not wearing your clothes anymore?"

Ken shrugged, but still stared at me. I guess I can't blame him. I'd have to deal with the same looks tomorrow.