New Clothes New Name

“It’s nice, but what now.” You asked.

“First things first, let’s get you into something better fitting.”

You followed Doe into her bedroom. You’ve always wanted Doe to invite you into her bedroom, though you’ed never once have thought it would have been under these circumstances. Her bedroom was, well, a bedroom. It was well kept. It had a twin bed, closet, side tables, all the things you’ed expect to see in a boy’s bedroom really. The only noticeable difference was the presence of a desk with a mirror on it. You’ed seen one before in your sister Gwen’s room, but the name eluded you at the moment.

As you observed the bedroom, Doe rummaged through her closet, eventually producing a roll of measuring tape.

“Ok, I’m going to take your measurements, time to strip!”

After taking off your T-shit and shorts Doe began to measure you. It took a couple of minutes before you noticed something very odd. Here you were, completely naked, in Doe’s bedroom, with her hands all over you. And yet, you felt nothing about it. The only real emotion elicited by this was a minor feeling of awkwardness, almost akin to when you first used the locker room showers in PE. Doe finally finished taking your measurements before you had time to reflect on this further.

“Well John- or um… I guess John doesn’t really fit you anymore dose it? How about we choose a more fitting name for you? Any ideas?”

“What’s the feminine version of John? Janice?”

“Yeah, if your an 80 year old woman.”

“Ok, then what about… Elain?”

“Seriously? Elain? After what you said about the apartment? Is this some shitty fan-fic or something?”

“Ok, ok! Jeez, didn’t think you’ed be so picky! Why don’t you try thinking of something.”

“Ok, how about… Huh, this is kind of difficult isn’t it?”

“Told you so.” you gloated.

“Ok, what about a season or color? Autumn or Scarlet, something like that?”

“Aren’t those typically hooker names?”

“Fair point.”

“Ok, then. What about Alyson”

“Alison?”

“No, Alyson. With a y”

“Like the Wife of Bath?”

“How did you know?!”

“Alyson, I was in Mr.Furgey’s English class with you. We literally did a group project on the Canterbury Tales together, and I specifically remember that was the ONLY part you actually read because you thought it might involve sex.”

“Oh… right.”

“Anyways good news Alyson, even though my clothes won’t fit you. I have something I borrowed from a friend and never gave back that I think would fit you perfectly!”