A summer break as one of the girls

The Concert

We got out from Emily's building. It stopped raining. If I knew that it will stop so soon I would wait a while at the train station and avoid all of this. Thank God I didn't wait... I would miss such an adventure. We were walking towards the bus stop, some people were passing by us. I had a little heart attack every time, but no one paid attention to us. We got on the bus, and drove for a while. We sat on the bus seat, this time I remembered right away to cross my legs. I was looking around the bus a little worried. Before we were walking through dim aleys, so it was easy to pass as a girl there, but here in the bus there were a lot of different strangers and very good light. What if somebody spot something wrong? Most of the people were minding their own business. Some of them were reading, some of them playing on their phones. But finally I noticed one guy that was staring at me. When I looked at him he looked away and pretend that he's looking through the window. I panicked a little, leaned over to Emily and said really quietly.

- This isn't working! That guy is looking at me, he had to notice something. We have to get out on the next stop and run!

Emily observed for a while the guy that was staring, he looked at me for a while again but noticing that we are looking at him he looked away again.

- Oh sweete - she said with a calm voice and smile on her face- relax already, he is looking for some other reason.

- Why? - I asked with a little shock, I didn't understand what was happening

- Well, if you are such a pretty girl as yourself you have to get used to some.. you know.. attention.. - she ended the sentence with a really weird smile

- What? - I asked with even more shock than before - you mean.. he likes me... - This thought was really uncomfortable for me. I was more than happy to try to live as a girl for a while, but I didn't start to like guys! And the thought that he could like me was just weird. It was flattering cause it meant that I looked pretty, but I knew what kind of dirty thoughts this guy could have about me right now cause I have the same thoughts looking on pretty girls on the bus. This was disgusting for me, I tried to not to think about it. Just focus on the flattering part. I'm a pretty girl and I like other pretty girls. I started to wondering if this is how lesbians are feeling every day. The guy got out from the bus one station before us sending a smile toward us that made me feel sick. I was just happy that we didn't have to leave on the same station. I was worrying about what Emily said "you have to get used to some attention". I guess it won't end on that one time. I will have to learn to ignore that.

We got out from the buss and head out to the concert. Line was short and after a few minutes we could get our tickets. Entrance to the club for the girls was half a price, which was nice surprise. I was a little nervous when club guard was looking at me. But nothing happened and we got inside. The club was dark and full of people, there was one big room with the dance floor and the scene that was getting ready for the concert. On the right there was entrance to some smaller rooms, and on the left there was an entrance to the bathroom. I was a little nervous being around so many people, but after a while I thought to myself "nobody noticed you on the bus or on the way here, you look perfect, nobody will notice you here, just enjoy being a girl tonight, you won't have another chance". With this comforting thought I smiled and felt really confident. We were standing near the staging area in silence for a few minutes, just smiling to each other once in a while. We probably would stay like that until the concert, but than some girl approached Emily and said to her:

- Oh hi Emily it's nice to see you here

She looked tender and cute. She had red wavy hair. She was wearing a simple black skirt and Riverfal T-shirt. She looked really nice, just the type of girl I like. If I weren't dressed as a girl I probably would start to hit on her right away.