What I Am
By Damian Bloodstone (email@example.com) Copyright © 5/4/2014 All Rights Reserved. This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.
“Well, that was uncomfortable,” she said breathing again now that they were in the car. “I thought I was going to lose it when your father made the ‘she’s a beauty’ comment.”
“I knew he would,” he said. “He’s like that with women.”
“Your mother was more standoffish afterward.” She pulled down the visor to check her makeup. “When she rubbed against me in the kitchen, I was certain she knew something was amiss.”
“Was that when you shouted ‘Oh’ so loud we heard it in the dining room?”
“Yeah.” She felt her tiny boob through the dress. “I know she thought something. Just the way she looked at me later.”
“It was an accident,” he said. “You were both in a tight area and touched.”
“It was more than a touch.” She glanced at him driving and wiped away her tears. “I think she could sense it.”
“How? You look beautiful — that dress shows you as powerful and confident.”
“I don’t guess they knew,” she said.
“How do you think it will go with your parents?”
“I don’t know. They’ve never seen me as a woman before. I was always mommy’s boy,” she replied.