"Hi mom! I'm home!" Steve shouted as he walked through the front door. The sound of his heels on the hardwood put butterflies in his stomach. Would his mother approve of his new look? Not that her opinion would change his mind, of course, he was proud of who he was and wasn't going to change for anyone!
There was no response to his call, but he heard the television blaring the sports channel, so he made his way into the living room, all the while enjoying the cool air-conditioned air on his skirt-clad legs. When he rounded the corner a surprise met his eyes.
Steve's mother, a normally prim and proper lady, the woman who had cared for him since Steve's father took off, leaving the poor woman with a toddler to bring up, was sitting on the couch in one of Steve's football jerseys and a pair of Steve's grey sweats. On her lap was a bag of Lay's potato chips, and her eyes were glued to a replay of the previous night's Patriots game.
"Uh, hi mom."
"Oh, hey," she responded, her eyes not leaving the screen, "I think there's leftovers in the fridge if you want something. Oh, I kinda raided your closet while you were out; hope you don't mind."
Steve grinned. Sure, his mother was acting strange, but not only did she not seem to care about his new lifestyle, but she was helping him deal with all the yucky boy clothes he had in his closet!
"Help yourself!" he chirped, "I was just going to throw them away anyway, so whatever you can make fit..."
"Shhh!" she snapped, "The games on!"
Steve took the hint and left the room, leaving his mother to watch the boring football. Besides, he had plenty to do! Purchases to unpack, a closet to empty, nails to paint, make-up to practice, the night was young, but not endless! He couldn't wait to get started!
