Hiding in the bathroom

It wasn't his slickest move but he just couldn't take it any longer. At the bathroom door he stopped, the taboo of going into the forbidden place giving him pause for just a moment before opening the door. Stepping into the bathroom, he was surprised at how normal it looked, the only difference from the men's room was the lack of urinals. Even though he knew that it shouldn't be a surprise, somehow he felt that it would have been cleaner or something. He caught sight of his reflection in the bathroom mirrors, finally having a moment to take in all the details of what the salon's machines had done to him. It felt surreal seeing his reflection replaced by a pretty girl copying his movements as he turned his head and moved his arms. He turned left and right, getting a view of the sides of his dress and a bit of the back as his skirts billowed out from the motion. The corset **** him to stand up straight, his false chest pushed up in an inviting fashion that made Noah pout. He touched the choker, attempting to find out how to take it off but he couldn't figure it out and attempted to rip it off. After a couple of frustratingly ineffective attempts, he gave up trying for the moment.

“I'll just cut it off once I get home,” he told himself.

Home...how was he going to explain how he was dressed to his mom? The best-case scenario would be that he just tiptoes through the house and takes off everything in the safety of his room before quickly jumping into the shower to wash away the makeup. He could probably hide his hair under a hat until he got to a barber but he wasn't sure what could be done with his eyebrows. The only thing he could think of was shaving them off and telling his mom that he did it for a dare or something.

He couldn't even start to think what the worst case would be if he came home looking like a prom princess and his mom caught him. She wasn't a cruel person, so Noah would be surprised if she had anything harsh to say to him but she was a notorious gossip. Even if he begged and pleaded, explaining how his social life would be over if she said anything, he knew that it wouldn't even take an entire week before everyone in town would know. She would just explode if she had to sit on a secret like that, probably gush about how pretty of a girl he makes. He groaned, realizing how right she would be about that too. He took solace in the fact that he was staying with his mom and not his dad, however, since he was fairly sure what that asshole would say.

How he was going to get home from the prom was going to be a bit of an issue, considering that his mom's new place was on the other side of town. Asking for a ride from Jacob wasn't going to work out, considering how he was ditching him for the entirety of the prom and would most likely be rightly annoyed at being used. Calling for a pick up from a ride-sharing app would probably be his best bet, he thought as he reached for his pocket, only for his hand to be met with his ruffly skirts.

“God damn it!” he cried internally.

He had been so caught up with everything that had been happening to him he hadn't had time to question where his phone and wallet were. He had to assume that they were still back at that auto-salon place, in the hands of some demented robot arm. That took the possibility of a rideshare out of his potential plans, leaving only the option of getting to his mom's house by walking. It was an annoying walk in the best of circumstances, being uphill from the school, but having to do it either barefoot or while wearing high heels was going to be so much worse.