Yes, But Reluctantly

I don't know why I felt so intimidated by Lucy. Like most boys, I was taller, though with her more muscular body, we had about the same body mass, I suppose. But maybe it was her personality. She was just so forceful now, so dominant. It felt like it would be a bad idea to say "no" to someone like that. Even though I had already turned down her offer twice now. But unlike those other times, we were alone right now, and I really felt like I had **** but to concede.

"Well, Alex?" she asked, stepping towards me.

I gulped. "S-sure. Okay, I'll go with you." There it was. I caved.

She grinned. "Good. But if we're going to do this, I want you to wear something sexy to the party. I don't want any of this janegirl crap you've been doing ever since you came back to school. I want you dressing like you used to. I want every other girl at that party to be jealous of me, that I brought the hottest guy in school with me to the party. Got that, babe?" Lucy asked.

"Y-yeah," I said, still feeling small, as I looked down into her intense eyes.

She then kissed me and felt up my body. I felt like nothing but a doll or a plaything to her. It was so humiliating, letting this girl do that to me. I wasn't like these other boys. In my own universe, girls weren't the intimidating ones ... guys were. That meant me, though I was never really the type-A personality that Lucy was right now.

When she left, I trudged back to my locker to gather my stuff to go home. My heart sank. I was really not looking forward to this. Even more than having to go to that party as Lucy's arm-candy. My dad was home right now, since he didn't work in this upside down universe. Which meant that I'd have to see him dressed like a woman and acting like a mother would ... well, would in my own universe. In this universe, all fathers generally acted that way.

Walking home, I thought about what Lucy said about me dressing like a "janegirl". For further reference, a janegirl was a boy who liked to do girl things. And since girls in this universe behaved like guys from my own universe, that meant that I was a janegirl, because no way was I going to wear blouses, skirts, dresses, etc. Ever since coming home from the hospital, I've only been wearing T-shirts and jeans, typical for me, but here in this reality, it wasn't very boy-like. I couldn't get away totally with dressing like I used to, though. After my parents' insistence, I had to at least wear a bra, even though it made no sense. I was wearing one right now under my T-shirt. I tried reasoning with my dad that it didn't make sense for guys to wear bras, because guys didn't have breasts, but he just couldn't understand the point I was trying to make, questioning what bras had to do with breasts. I mean, seriously?

I sighed, as I remembered the moment I woke up in the hospital. My parents rushed into the room, worrying about me. But believe me, I was way more worried about them. At first, I thought that they were playing a trick on me, or maybe lost a bet and had to dress that way, but I soon figured out that that wasn't the case. At all. I wish it was. I remember asking my dad what the hell he was wearing and him telling me that it was a new sundress that my mother had bought him. He seemed so genuine and happy about it all too. My mother, meanwhile, was dressed in a suit and tie, like she had just left the office, which she had. But until then, I knew that my mom didn't work in an office, and even if she had, she wouldn't have been dressed like that, or had a man's hairstyle. And my dad, for that matter, wouldn't have had a woman's hairstyle either, or worn make-up and jewelry! I remember looking out into the hallway (at my angle, I only had a small area where I could see people passing by) and saw men dressed like women and women dressed like men, and I realized that my parents weren't the only ones who were different. Everyone was! But none of them noticed! They all acted like it was normal!

Stopping for a moment, I took a deep breath, then opened the door to my house, knowing what would happen. It was the same thing that happened all the previous times I had come home, since my accident.

"Oh, honey, you're home," my dad said, smiling sweetly, as he swished towards me, his hands limp. Today, he was dressed in a white and pink flower-print sundress, and a pair of heels. This still weirded me out, seeing my father looking and acting like this. After all, he was always such a manly man, into sports, occasionally drinking beer with his pals down at the local bar, working on cars for a hobby. Now, he did none of those things. Oh, how he wished he had his own parents back, especially his father. "So, how was school today?" my dad asked me.