“Um, okay,” I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t exactly on the hunt for a prom date, but he was asking so earnestly. Since transforming into one of the hottest girls in school, it seems like everyone’s keen to chat me up. My sister warned me about this, but honestly, everyone’s been super nice, and it’s kinda hard to just brush them off.
Trevor was a bundle of nerves in front of me, hardly meeting my eyes. “Th-Thanks,” he stuttered out, then vanished into the sea of faces crowding the hall. I barely had time to digest the moment before Becky was tugging on my arm, steering me in another direction.
“Come on, we’ve got to get the best table before the boys do,” Becky giggled.
Navigating through the bustling cafeteria, it was nice to be invisible for a bit.
Becky, ever the pathfinder, led us to the notorious ‘loud bitches’ table. Settling in, I realized name probably stemmed from jealousy; the vibe here was genuinely fun. We sat down and were enveloped in welcoming hugs. This had become my new normal since the unexpected shift to girlhood a month back. Mom insisted I not miss school, declaring my transformation a divine act with no excuse for missing class.
“-and he was totally checking me out. I knew he’d cave, especially when I wear that red top.”
“He’s, like, no way not asking you to prom,” another girl added.
The conversation was a whirlwind of gossip. I was getting hungry, but it seemed like grabbing lunch wasn’t any girl’s priority. Perhaps eating was a later-in-the-day thing for them, I mean use sipped our coffees.
Becky’s voice snapped me back to reality. “I saw him chatting with Trevor earlier; seems like he’s not into jocks yet.”
They were talking about me, I realized.
“Yeah, he asked me to prom,” I interjected.
A hush fell over the table. Had I said something wrong?
