Sara by Sara

“How?” I asked.
She stopped and looked at me for a minute. I noticed in her eyes a mixture of affection and concern. What she said next surprised me. “Would you like for me to show you?”
“You’d do that?” I replied
Look, she said, “I get off at 6:00. I’m meeting my boyfriend at 9:00. I’ve got three hours. That’s plenty of time.”
I stammered a bit, but told her I’d love her help. “Where do you live?” she asked. Without even thinking that I might be falling into a cruel trap, I gave her my address and apartment number.
“Good”, she said. “I’ll be over by 6:15”
I rushed back to my apartment. I carefully laid all of my purchases on the bed. I put the wig and makeup on my desk, and re-positioned a mirror in my bathroom over my desk. I looked at the clock. It was 5:45. To settle my nerves I took a beer from the refrigerator, and reflected on the afternoon’s events. I had gone from being a frustrated heterosexual male college student to someone who was about to invite a total stranger into his apartment to dress him up like a girl.
I got up and went to the mirror. I tried to imagine myself as a girl, without much luck. I was just going to look silly by the time she got through with me, I thought. Then I wondered, “Why is she doing all this for me?” Why, after no girl had ever before done a nice thing for me in my whole miserable life, was this total stranger coming over to my apartment?”
For the third time that day, I was paralyzed with fear. Maybe it was a set up. Maybe she’d get me all dolled up, and then open the door for her boyfriend and his buddies, and they’d all have a good laugh at my expense. I sat in my desk chair, motionless. She knew where I lived. There was no sense in not answering the door when she came. If it was a cruel prank, they had me. I decided I had to ride this crazy train wherever it would lead. There was no going back at this point. Besides, I admitted to myself, I wanted it so much. I wanted to find out what would happen when she came into my apartment.