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Chapter 19 - She Really Is A Girl?

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and, well, happy. The realization of the previous night that I did want to stay as Megan was somewhat of a surprise, but it felt so right that I couldn’t deny it was what I wanted.

I walked out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water seemed to wash any desire I had to be a boy out of my body and down the drain.

When I stepped out of the shower, I was determined to be the best girl I could be. I’d skipped church last week, but that day I was going to wear a nice dress and show everyone there that I truly was a girl. If they didn’t like it, it was their own problem.

I finished drying off and wrapped my towel around me. I’d decided to not wash my hair, which meant I didn’t have to worry about drying it.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Austin was standing there, and I screamed at his unexpected presence.

Before I had the chance to do anything else, he reached for me, and pulled on my towel! I managed to grab it and prevent it from falling all the way off, but the top half of the towel was pulled away from my chest!

Austin and I stood there, staring at each other in shock! I couldn’t comprehend why he would do that to me! Austin, well, I don’t think he knew that I had budding breasts.

Recovering quickly, I managed to cover my chest with my hand and turn away from him. Seconds later I realized that I was facing the living room, and all of his friends were staring at me! I quickly turned the other way and rushed to my room, slamming the door behind me.

“Austin!” I heard my mom scream through the door. I knew that he would get what he deserved, but that didn’t make me feel any better. The only good thing was that the bottom part of the towel kept my secret intact.

I threw on my robe, which in hindsight I should have taken with me to the bathroom, and stepped back into the hallway.

Mom was really giving it to Austin. His friends at the other end of the hall were cringing at the telling off he was getting.

“Don’t you ever do anything like that ever again!” Mom screamed at him. Dad was there beside Mom, and he looked nearly as upset as she did. When Dad noticed me standing in the hallway he tapped Mom on the shoulder and pointed in my direction.

“Apologize to your sister!” she ordered Austin. Austin turned toward me, but he couldn’t look me in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” he nearly cried. “They dared me to do it. I didn’t want... I didn’t... I didn’t know!”

I knew what he was talking about. Dad wasn’t even fully aware of the developments that my body had gone through. Only Mom and I were truly aware of what my body was doing. But that was no excuse!

“That doesn’t make it okay!” I screamed at him! I wasn’t ready to forgive him! He’d embarrassed me in front of his friends in nearly the worst possible way! The only thing that could have been worse was if the entire towel had come off, and that nearly happened too!

Mom threw me a warning look. She was obviously on my side, but that didn’t give me the right to yell back at him.

Not knowing what else to say, and afraid that I’d get in trouble if I insulted him some more, I kept my mouth shut.

“You two get ready for church,” Mom spoke after a moment of silence indicated the excitement was over. “I laid a nice dress on your bed, Megan.”

I nodded at Mom and stepped back into my room to get ready. Despite what Austin had done to me this morning, I still felt that staying as Megan was the right option, and I still had that desire to be the best girl that I could be.

Lying on my bed was a dress I had never seen before. It wasn’t one that Mom and I had purchased when we went shopping together, and it definitely wasn’t one of Sarah’s. But I realized that with a glam piece, it would fit perfectly into her wardrobe.

The dress was a soft yellow. It wasn’t quite pastel, but it wasn’t nearly as bold as a canary yellow either. It looked like a sundress, and was surprisingly light to the touch even though it seemed to be completely opaque.

I left the dress lying on my bed and turned toward my dresser and searched for some accompanying underwear. I ended up wearing a lacy white bra and panty set that not only made me feel feminine, it also emphasized the small breasts I had.

I slipped the dress over my head and took a look in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how good I looked in the dress! It was becoming harder and harder to find the boy I had been. It seemed like every day Brett slipped further and further into the background.

It was supposed to be a warm day, and while I knew Mom would probably want me to wear a pair of hose to church, I didn’t want to be burning up later on. I decided to risk trying the dress without any and looked in my closet for a pair of shoes. I couldn’t find anything that seemed to go really well with the dress, and ended up wearing a pair of white strappy sandals with a small heel. They seemed to work okay.

I then turned my attention to my makeup. I’d definitely improved my ability to apply it during the last week. I’d known the basics from my previous outings as Megan, but I’d learned a lot that week. Now, it was almost second nature, even if I still needed a lot more practice.

Once I was finished getting ready, I opened the door and headed for the kitchen. Mom usually made a small breakfast before church, and I was hungry.

The tapping of my heels on the linoleum in the kitchen alerted my family to my presence. They were all sitting at the dining room eating breakfast. One of Austin’s friends was sitting with them, wearing a shirt and tie. It looked like at least one of them was coming to church with us.

“You look nice, Megan,” Mom said. Dad was nodding in agreement. Austin still looked sullen, and his friend was staring at me like they all had the night before.

“She’s even hotter this morning!” I heard Austin’s friend whisper to him. My luck would mean that he was the one who found me attractive. They probably all did though.

“Thanks, Mom,” I told her, ignoring the other comments. I grabbed a plate and started loading it with the bacon, eggs, and toast that Mom had made for breakfast before taking a seat at the dining table.

“Did you meet Alex last night?” Dad asked, providing a name to the unknown boy I’d rather ignore. If he didn’t stop looking at me, I was going to dump my eggs down his shirt.

“No,” I replied, and glanced over at Alex. I caught him staring at me again and he blushed and dropped his eyes. “Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t say anything back, but I heard my mom chuckle at his reaction. He had turned quite red.

Throughout the rest of breakfast I caught him looking at me more than once, but he never spoke to me.

Eventually, I washed my plate, placed it in the dishwasher, and returned to my room to grab my purse and touch up my lipstick before joining my family for the ride to church.

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There weren’t many people in the chapel when we arrived, and I followed my parents to an empty pew. Austin and Alex didn’t join us, instead sitting next to a man and woman I didn’t recognize and whom I assumed were Alex’s parents. That was fine with me; I’d had enough looks from him.

A few of the people whom we knew were looking at me as we took our seats, but they seemed to be more curious than offended at the way I was dressed. I was worried about the reaction of the others who attended our church, but I could only hope that the tolerance that was preached would be displayed in their actions.

“Megan!” Emily exclaimed a few minutes later when she sat down next to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so happy to see you here!”

“I’m just happy to be here,” I told her. After what I had learned about myself last night, I didn’t want to dress up as Brett ever again. I was really not looking forward to school the next day.

“Mom! Dad!” Emily said as her parents sat down on the pew in front of us. “This is Megan!”

“Em,” I whined. “I already know your parents.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “But they haven’t met YOU, Megan.”

My family had been living next door to the Prescotts since I was two. Emily and I had become friends almost immediately after we had moved into our house. Dan and Sharon Prescott were like second parents to me. It seemed silly to think that I was meeting them for the first time.

Both of Emily’s parents looked shocked to see me. I figured Emily had told them all about me, but I knew from personal experience that seeing the difference between Brett and Megan was pretty surprising.

Emily had met Megan many times before I started living nearly full time last week. But her parents had never met me. They knew my story and what happened in the accident, but I hadn’t ever been over at their house dressed up before.

“Wow!” Emily’s mom exclaimed. “You’re very beautiful!”

Her dad was nodding in agreement and I felt myself blush once again.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Sharon Prescott said. “Emily has told us all about you, but I never realized you were so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I told her.

I could tell that she wanted to talk more, but it looked like the services were about to start.

“Would you like to come over for a light lunch?” Sharon asked me. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Sure,” I said, glancing to my own mother for approval. Her nod indicated it would be okay. “I’d like that.”

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