Introductions Aside

John's date for prom just got a whole lot more interesting...

Transcript: Wow, John couldn’t believe it! His buddy Tom really had come through for him this time: one perfectly ravishing date for prom, as promised. John didn’t really know what to say, the cute blonde on the chair was simply mesmerizing.

She spoke first. “All ready to go?” she asked, her tone bright and chipper.

“Yes, but don’t you think we ought to get acquainted a bit first? I mean, I hardly even know your name!”

Her smile disappeared, “Quit playing John. That’s not funny. I spent a lot of time getting ready and doing this for you.”

“I’m sorry?” a confused John replied. Women really were difficult creatures to understand, this one especially.

“Look, I’ll understand if you don’t want to take me, but don’t fool around like you don’t recognize me.” John’s bamboozled expression became only more contorted. “You really don’t do you? It’s me, Tom.”

John burst into laughter, a hearty joker this girl was, then abruptly stopped as he realized she was dead serious. “Oh come on, you don’t really expect me to believe that you’re actually him do you? I mean, I’m pretty sure I can tell the difference between a guy and a girl, and you are certainly no man, therefore you can’t be him!”

His date raised a meticulously plucked eyebrow as if to say “oh really?”, then lifted up her skirt and pulled aside her panties to reveal—BY GOD SHE WAS A HE! John’s face turned completely white with shock. 

“Believe me now?” she asked. All John could do was nod as he slowly took a seat on the floor.

“I don’t understand, how?”

“Oh it’s quite simple really,” Tom began nonchalantly, “a little make up here, a few hair extensions there, a couple of breast forms and a tuck to finish it off, and voila!” Tom paused then continued carefully, “Look, if you don’t want to take me anymore, I get it, I was just upset because I thought you were putting me on, but—”

“You still haven’t answered my question. What’s your name?” John cut Tom off.

“Excuse me?”

“Well I can hardly call you Tom with you looking like that now can I?”

Tom smiled. “Katie, you can call me Katie.”

“Very well then Katie, shall we—” John stopped as he noticed Katie staring at something on the floor: condoms. They must’ve fallen out of his back pocket when he’d gotten back up off the floor! “Uh…I thought it would be good to come prepared,” John explained sheepishly, “you know, just in case—kind of silly now huh?”

“Not at all,” Katie teased as she picked them off the floor and handed them back to him, “you may find you still may have use for them…tonight…”