Prom Back Then

Prom season didn’t affect me anymore. I was about 14 years out of school but the photos and posts kept appearing on social media of friends with offspring or family members attending prom this year. Starting to think back of my high school life, I felt a tad left out. Never was the Homecoming King, quarterback of the winning football team, the most handsome, or any of that. Just plain ol’ Dave type that had a few friends but mostly stayed to their self. But thinking of senior prom made me think of how I really wanted to ask out Ashley Captisa, but didn’t have the balls to do so. By the time I was finally about to ask her, I heard she just said yes to going with someone else. There was no one else of interest so I stayed home prom night just hanging around my bedroom. Doubt anyone actually missed me or even thought of me there. Suddenly, while reminiscing about the times back in school, I said out loud: “I wish I could have gone to prom back then.”

That’s when the changes started happening. I felt dizzy and my vision went pink. I felt myself getting smaller but my breasts and hips were expanding. My hair started to grow and looking down I saw it change color to a shade of blonde. It curled itself but then went back up forming an updo with only a few curls hanging down my now feminized face. I couldn’t feel the makeup but it was obvious whatever lipgloss magically graced my lips had a hint of strawberry to it. My clothes morphed into a strapless white gown with pink overlays of roses on it. Felt something weird happen between my legs and something pinch my butt which was probably a thong. The heels of my feet were raised a few feet off of the floor showcases my heels. Suddenly, my vision came back to normal… but nothing else was normal. I was in the living room of my parent’s house. My parents looked about 15 years younger and Mom was smiling saying how pretty I looked. Still in shock from turning into a girl and somehow going back in time, the door bell rang. Dad answered and said hi to Rick Anderson, a guy I had not spoken to since high school and hadn’t thought of in years. He was in a black tux holding some flowers… obviously for me. I played along with the how ordeal. Not like they would believe that I was really a boy and had somehow been sent back in time. It was best to just enjoy the night finally able to attend prom. I would probably change back in the morning…. At least.. I hope so.