Trevor sighed as he walked down the sidewalk. He was on his way to Michael's house and this would be his first time meeting his parents and honestly, he was really nervous.

Chill, Philips. It's not like you're meeting your girlfriend's parents. This is just a friend.

Trevor ran one hand through his thin hair and one hand gripped tightly on his backpack strap. He decided to look up and realized that he was already in their driveway. He noticed Michael's car parked beside the house – right next to blue truck. He figured it was either his mom's or dad's vehicle.

The teen walked up to the front door of the house and knocked. There was the sound of footsteps coming from inside the house before someone finally opened the door. A woman was at the front door with a smile on her face. She was a bit chubby and had long curly brown hair. She was wearing a blue polka dot dress and white tights.

"Oh, you must be Trevor! Mikey has told us so much about you! It's nice to meet you, sweetheart. My name is Diane," she smiled and held her hand out for Trevor to shake it.

Trevor looked down at her hand and hesitantly shook it. He really didn't expect his mom to look like this. He was so used to having the mental image of a mother being an unruly, trashy whore that he forgot mothers are usually very clean looking, sweet women.

"Come inside and make yourself at home!" she said, stepping aside so Trevor could enter the house.

Trevor slowly stepped into the house and looked around. It had definitely been cleaned up since the last time he visited. There were neither beer bottles nor clothes across the floor and he couldn't even see the stains in the carpet anymore. Did Michael's mom clean up just for Trevor?

"Mikey, your guest is here!" Michael's mother called out.

Trevor turned his head to the left when he heard the sound of a door in that direction opening. Michael Townley stepped out of his room and looked at the two figures in the living room of his house. He smiled at Trevor.

"Hey, T, I'm glad you decided to come over. Come on," Michael said, gesturing Trevor to walk into his room.

"I'll make you two some snacks," Diane smiled and walked into the kitchen as Trevor walked into Michael's bedroom.

Once the two teens were in the bedroom, Michael closed the door and groaned out loud.

"I'm sorry about her. She overreacts when I have guests over – which is why I don't let anyone over when she's home," Michael rolled his eyes.

"Is she usually like that?"

Michael shook his head. "No, she's usually not as cheery as she is now – unless Dave isn't home."

"Dave?"

"Stepdad."

"Ah, I see," Trevor hummed. That would explain the messy living room he saw a couple days ago.

Michael sat on his bed and Trevor sat beside him.

"So, what's your stepdad like?" Trevor asked to break the silence.

Michael stayed silent and Trevor could feel the atmosphere tensing up.

Right when Trevor was about to tell his friend that he didn't need to say anything, Michael spoke up.

"Bad."

One word was all it took for Trevor to fully understand what Michael meant. Trevor nodded and decided to change the subject.

"Are you still going to hang out with that hoe tomorrow?"

"I don't know. T, she stole my heart. Even though her dating Jeff is heartbreaking, I just can't get over here. She's all I've been thinking about lately," Michael sighed, staring at his feet.

"Bro, you're only going to hurt yourself more if you hang onto her," Trevor said, wrapping his arm around Michael in a comforting half bro-hug.

Michael nodded. "I know, but I can't help it. She's different from all the other girls I've been with. Like, I'm legitimately happy with her."

"But she's a cheating hoe," Trevor pointed out.

"You're right – she is," Michael sighed.

Trevor took his arm away from Michael, not wanting to carry on the half bro-hug too long.

"But T, I want to ask you about something. Now, don't get embarrassed or anything –"

"Embarrassed? Me? Ha. I never get embarrassed," Trevor scoffed, cutting Michael off.

"–but it's about something that happened yesterday," Michael continued as if Trevor didn't cut him off.

"What is it?"

"Well, when you were giving me back my clothes, I saw something in your bag that looked like a dress. Are you a tranny or something?" Michael laughed a bit to ease the awkward situation.

Trevor was never one to blush really, but right now, his face was burning.

Shit, he saw it!

"I ain't no tranny," Trevor laughed, trying to hide his fear.

"Then why do you have a dress in your backpack?"

Trevor couldn't ignore the fact that Michael kept staring at his backpack.

"I just… I'm a freak when it comes to sex stuff, alright?"

"I can tell," Michael laughed a bit, "but don't worry, okay? I'm not going to judge you for it. I was just curious."

Good, I didn't lose him.

Trevor nodded and internally let out a sigh of relief.

Then, there was a heavy knock on the door.

"Mikey? Could you open up please? My hands are full," a feminine voice came from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, mom, hold on," Michael said, standing up from the bed and opening the door for his mother.

Diane stood in the door way holding two paper plates – both with sandwiches on them and a glass of milk balancing on each plate.

"I made these just in case you two were hungry," Diane smiled.

"Thanks, mom," Michael took the plates from her and stepped back.

"No problem. Just shout for me if you two need anything."

Michael nodded and his mom walked away. He carefully closed the door with his foot and walked over to Trevor, handing him a plate.

Trevor took the plate and looked down at the sandwich. From what he could tell, it was a regular peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread – and it looked really fucking good.

Trevor took the glass of milk off of the plate and set it by his feet on the floor before picking up the sandwich and taking a large, impolite bite out of it. It was so good. The sweetness of the grape jelly mixed so well with the smooth, creamy peanut butter. There wasn't too much peanut butter to dry your mouth and there wasn't too much jelly to overpower the peanut butter – it was just right.

I wish my mom could make sandwiches this nice, Trevor thought as he finished up his peanut butter and jelly sandwich rather quickly. He grabbed the glass of milk and basically chugged half of the glass before he let out a belch.

"Classy," Michael scoffed as he took a bite out of his own sandwich.

"And since when am I classy?" Trevor laughed.

"Well, you've got a point there," Michael said after swallowing his bite.

Trevor finished his glass of milk. Oh, how he wished he could eat like this every day. This was really nice.

"So, how often do you wear that dress?" Michael asked.

"Why do you want to know? So you'll have something to jack off to in the middle of the night?"

"I'm just curious."

Trevor laughed a bit. "Only when I feel like it."

Why was he asking about the dress again? Maybe Michael had a thing for trannies, who knows?

"Again, I ain't a tranny, so don't get any ideas."

"Dude, as I said, I'm just curious," Michael said, holding his hands up in defense.

Trevor shrugged and placed the empty glass onto the floor next to his empty paper plate.

"Do you think you'd ever wear it at school?"

Trevor sighed, now getting annoyed with these questions about his dress.

"Probably not. I have enough shit going on – I don't need the whole damn school bothering me just because I decided to wear something that's supposed to be for women."

Michael nodded. "That's understandable."

"I don't know what the big deal is, though," Trevor laughed, "I mean, think wearing a dress is gay? What about running around on a field with a bunch of men in tights, tackling them, and slapping them on the ass? No offense."

"None taken, but I agree with you. It's just a piece of fabric that's no different than a shirt."

"Exactly! Thank you, Michael," Trevor sighed.

"So… did you bring your dress with you?" Michael pointed to Trevor's backpack.

Trevor glared at him before he answered. "Yeah, I did…"

There was a small silence.

"Can I see you in it?"

Trevor's face heated up in embarrassment again for the second time today. "Why the hell do you want to see me in a goddamn dress?"

"I'm curious," Michael shrugged.

Yeah, you're curious alright. More like bi-curious if you ask me.

Of course, Trevor had no problem with exploring your sexuality. Hell, Trevor considered himself bisexual. It was just that his friend asking to see him in a dress was a bit… weird.

Trevor sighed and stood up. "Turn around, I'll put it on."

Michael turned his head while Trevor opened up his backpack and pulled out his dress. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt and he slipped it off in one swift motion. Then, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants with his shoes still on. Trevor turned to the dress and quickly slipped it on over his head. He reached behind his back and reached for the zipper. He was only able to pull it up halfway before it got stuck.

"Hey, M, could you help me out? The zipper's stuck," Trevor spoke up.

Michael turned around and hesitated before standing up. His face was red as hell and his eyes were wide.

"Quit staring and help me out already."

Michael snapped out of it and walked behind Trevor. Trevor felt his friend yanking on the zipper of the dress for a few seconds until he heard the zipper slide up to the back of his neck.

"Thanks," Trevor thanked him.

Michael sat back down on the bed and looked at Trevor, still red as a tomato. "No problem."

Jeez, the only friend I have and it's like he has the hots for me now just because I'm in a dress. This is too fucking weird.


A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I've been wanting to update this story for a while, but I haven't been really motivated to do it until now. A lot has been going on lately. Therapy, stress, and I also got my freaking learner's permit. Watch out, everyone. Jeff has his permit now and is going to run over all of you mofos! (actually had a cop following me when I was driving and it was pretty scary but he didn't pull me over or anything so thank goodness).

By the way, I know tranny is a slur and shouldn't be used, but I used it because… well… it's more in character for them to say "tranny" rather than "trans/transgender/transsexual/etc."