You, dressed as a girl

His eyes widened and he immediately jumped back, trying to stammer an apologetic reply, but elected to instead just leave the room, closing the door behind him. Sophie reopened her eyes as he did and thought she heard a “Sorry” as he left. Turning to the closet, Sophie was curious to see what her father had seen and her eyes also widened as she saw her boyfriend, standing in the middle of her closet, wearing an auburn wig which obscured his face and a stuffed bra on his chest, his t-shirt hanging from his right hand. You weren’t a big guy, so with your relatively lanky frame, you looked almost convincing unless someone looked for more than a few seconds, which Sophie’s father hadn’t.

"Well, well, well. What's all this?" Sophie asked, a smirk on her face.

"After I made that noise, I panicked, and realized that your dad would probably freak out less if he opened the door on a topless teenage girl." you said.

"Good idea, I guess.” Sophie said. “Not quite how I’d have done it, but it's at least saved us for now. It’s lucky that we’re the same size, huh?”

You meekly nodded, then jumped when someone knocked on the door once again.

"Yes?" Sophie asked.

"Uh, I just... um... want to apologize to your friend." her father replied from behind the door.

"No offense, Daddy, but she's a little freaked out, can we get some time alone?" Sophie said.

"Of course, I'll be downstairs," he said. "I want to apologize in person though. Whenever she’s ready."

"Got it!” Sophie said. “Crap, okay, looks like he wants to meet you…”

"What are we going to do?" you asked.

"I guess we'll have to finish the job. I think I can get you convincing enough to make it out of the house. But we’ll have to work fast." Sophie replied as she walked over to her dresser and opened it. "First things first, you'll have to lose the pants. And put these on."

Sophie handed a pair of light pink panties to you.

"Panties?" you asked. "I can't wear these!"

"Oh, now you’re protesting?” Sophie asked incredulously. “This coming from the guy already wearing my bra…”

"Oh yeah, I guess you're right." you nervously chuckled.

You pulled off your pants, then your boxers and replaced them with the panties. They were a little tighter than you’d expected, so you had to adjust yourself quite a lot in order to make it so that there wasn’t a very obvious bulge.

“Great, now we don’t have time to shave your legs, so you’ll have to wear these.” Sophie handed you a pair of skinny jeans.

You fought to pull the jeans up your legs, but eventually managed to get them up and buttoned them.

“And we’ve got shoes covered because my Dad already saw them. Plus we can just say you’re a tomboy.” Sophie said, handing you a pair of women’s socks. “And this shirt will have to do, I don’t wear it often, so my parents shouldn’t suspect that it’s mine.”

You accepted the babydoll tee, which featured the image of a band that you’d never heard of, and quickly slipped it over your head, over the wig. Glancing in the mirror, you marveled that with your skinny frame, you were passing a lot more easily as a girl than you thought you would.

“We can get away with not doing your nails, but I’ll need to use a little makeup, just to soften your features. Oh, and I’m gonna shape your eyebrows a bit.” Sophie said as she grabbed a makeup bag.

“My eyebrows? Won’t that be noticeable?”

“It’ll be fine, I’m just plucking a few stray hairs.” Sophie led you to the chair in front of her vanity and got to work.

Sophie began with your eyebrows, keeping her promise to only pluck a few stray hairs, and then moved onto the makeup. She kept it simple, a light coating of blush on your cheeks, a quick coat of mascara on your eyes and some bubblegum pink lip gloss on your lips. She also neatened up the wig a bit, taking care of some stray hairs and brushing it into a reasonable style.

"Okay, this should be good enough." Sophie said, stepping away from the vanity, and allowing you to see himself.

As you looked at your reflection, you knew that you didn’t look half-bad. Your features had always been a little soft for a boy, and with the makeup, you were definitely passable, and hopefully, it was enough to convince Sophie’s parents so that they wouldn’t even think you could have been a boy.

“I guess I did a good job, huh?” Sophie asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Oh, uh, yeah…” you replied. “Well, no sense in delaying it, huh? I guess it's time to meet your parents… This isn’t quite how I imagined it going, though."

“Me neither.” Sophie remarked.

As the two of you walked downstairs, carrying a small backpack with your clothes inside, you heard the TV playing in the living room. Sophie quickly grabbed your shoes and handed them to you, motioning for you to put them on.

“Maybe you can get out of here without having to meet them after all…” Sophie whispered.

You nodded and laced up your sneakers, before you started to skulk towards the front door. But as you approached, you heard the television mute itself in the other room.

“Sophie? Is that you? And your friend?” Sophie’s mother shouted.

Sophie silently cursed and she gave you an apologetic look, to which you gravely nodded. The two of you nervously walked into the living room where Sophie’s parents were sitting on the couch. Sophie smiled as she walked in first.

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend Joe... Joanne. Joanne McKennah." Sophie said, holding out her hand for you to grab and follow her into the room.

"Nice to meet you, Joanne." Sophie's mom said. “I’m Theresa Thompson, and this is Harold.”

"It’s nice to meet you both," you said, attempting to affect a higher voice.

“I think Harold has something he’d like to say to you both, don’t you, dear?” Theresa nudged her husband.

“That’s right, I’m very sorry about earlier when I barged into your room while you were changing. But when I saw the shoes by the door, I just assumed that they belonged to a boy and, well you know how fathers can be about their daughters, right?” Harold said.

“It’s fine, really. I understand, I’m a bit of a tomboy, so that’s why I wear those sneakers.” you said, squeezing Sophie’s hand due to your nervousness.

“That’s quite all right, and we shouldn’t have doubted our daughter, right, Harold?” Theresa asked.

“Yes. Again, I’m very sorry.” Harold said.

“Apology accepted.” you said.

“Now that it’s settled, care to explain why you didn’t just tell us that you had a friend over?” Theresa asked. “It would have saved a bunch of trouble.”

“It wasn’t on purpose, it was just that you’ve never worried too much when I had girlfriends over before, and I didn’t want to bother you while you were on your trip and then you came home so unexpectedly that we panicked when you started stomping up the stairs like an animal!” Sophie said. “Honestly it’s sort of embarrassing.”

“That’s on us, we would have texted but we were making such good time that we forgot!” Harold said.

“But now that we all know each other, why doesn’t Joanne stay for dinner?” Theresa asked. “Consider it part of our apology.”

"Oh, she can't." Sophie said, perhaps a tad too quickly.

But you quickly backed her up. A quick meeting was one thing, but a dinner, and likely an interrogation, based on what you knew about her parents was a completely different animal.

"Yeah, I've gotta get going. A lot of stuff to do."

"It's the least we can do." Theresa said.

"Can I get a rain check?" you asked. "I've really got to head out.”

"That's fine. It was nice meeting you, Joanne." she said.

"Likewise." you said.

You hoisted your backpack back up onto your shoulder and quickly ran outside with Sophie, quickly heading towards your car, parked a few houses down. Tossing your keys to Sophie, you hopped in the back seat.

"Okay, so I'll get changed in the back seat while you drive." you said as he kicked off your sneakers and started to pull the jeans down.

“Got it.” Sophie put the car into gear and started driving towards your place.

You pulled off the wig and placed it on the seat, as Sophie tossed back a pack of makeup remover wipes.

“Use these for the makeup, remember to clean around your eyes.” Sophie said.

“Got it.” you nodded and rubbed everything off the best you could.

The rest of the ride consisted of you quickly getting back into his proper clothes, and by the time they pulled up in front of your dorm, you were nearly back to normal.

"That was horrible." you grimaced as you laced up his sneakers.

"Well at least now we know what’ll happen if they ever find out about you..." Sophie said.

"Yep.” you said. “And it’s a good thing that there aren’t any pictures either."

"Aww, it would've been nice to have some **** material." Sophie teased.

“Not funny, Soph!” you snapped, then you calmed down. "Let's just never speak of this ever again."

"I'll try,” Sophie promised. “Although Joanne was kind of cute…”

And that was it. Or so you thought... Every so often, for the next couple of weeks, Sophie would tell you about how her parents were asking about Joanne, telling Sophie to invite her over for dinner, and were getting more and more insistent on it. And as the weeks turned into months and the spring semester gave way to summer break, the requests were more frequent and Sophie was at her wit’s end. Neither of you were very excited about the prospect, but her parents were very persuasive. And so was Sophie.

"No way! Not again!" you shouted.

"Come on! My parents won't let up, all they do is ask about Joanne. ‘How’s Joanne?’ ‘How come Joanne doesn’t come over anymore?’ ‘Joanne, Joanne, Joanne!’ If you just come over for dinner, they'll stop pestering me about it, and it'll be over." Sophie replied. “I’ll tell them that you dropped out of school and moved to Nepal to raise goats!”

"You're sure about this?" you relented. “Will this be it?”

"Of course, they just want to make up for what my dad did, and then their consciences will be clear and they'll let up." Sophie said. “At least I really hope so.”

“...” you considered your reply.