"What are we gonna do, Jen?" cried Ellen.
"I don't know, but can you at least call me Jon?"
"Oh, right, sorry."
"On the bright side, sounds like everyone thinks we're the same as we always were. I don't think there's anything we can do right now. It's getting late, let's meet up tomorrow and try to think of a plan."
Ellen didn't want to be alone, but she agreed that it might be the best thing to do.
Jen walked home and entered the door. Dinner would be almost over, her mom was probably mad. As she walked in she noticed the photos on the wall. Her school pictures looked pretty much the same. You would probably never know she was a girl, she wore the same collared shirt and tie that the old Jon had on. But in the family portrait, there was a big difference. All of her family looked the same, the men in the family wore matching suits and the ladies wore matching dresses, which Jen now also wore. Although she did pretty much look like a boy in a dress. (She had breasts, but they were small and easily concealed.) Then she realized her family must be the only ones that know she's really a girl, since they were around her whole life. They must've made her wear a dress for the family portrait. She wasn't smiling in the picture.
"Jen? Is that you?" her mother called from the dining room.
"Yeah, mom, sorry I'm late."
She walked in the room and put her hands on her hips. "I can't see why you want to go around masquerading as a boy. If we styled your hair right and with the right make up you'd be a very pretty girl!"
Jen cringed.
"Well, come in, your dinner's getting cold... Oh, and your boyfriend called about a half hour ago..."
"Boyfriend?!" thought Jen, forgetting that part of Karyn's wish.
"Yeah, I told him you'd be home anytime, he said he'd stop by."
Just then the doorbell rang.
"Oh, that must be him now!"
Jen went to the door and slowly opened it, her jaw dropped when she saw that her 'boyfriend' was...
