Prom Night

By Alyson Belle

Ryan has always known that he was different from the other boys: while his guy friends were interested in trucks and monsters, he preferred the more feminine things in life. It hasn’t always been easy for him to act the like man people think he is, and it’s just getting harder and harder as his senior year prom approaches. He wants nothing more than to spend it with his longtime crush, the most popular guy in the school. Spend it with him as a woman, that is.

A hastily made wish the night before prom seems to make that a reality as Ryan wakes up as the girl he’s always dreamed of being. But the change is only part of the journey—now he’ll have to woo his crush and make sure that prom is everything he’s dreamed of before the magic that changed him runs out completely.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Aug 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005248567

Alyson Belle

Alyson Belle is a bestselling romance and erom author who has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around. With Alyson in control, your hottest fantasy ever is always just a click away...~~~ Visit my site for a FIVE FREE BOOKS including a copy of Forbidden Flirtations, a sexy, sizzling-hot story you can only get on my website! ~~~ Copy and Paste URL: http://alysonbelle.com/free-books/

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PROM NIGHT

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Alyson Belle

Copyright © 2021 Alyson Belle

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All characters in this book are over the age of 18 (18+ only). All characters, locations, and situations are entirely fictional representations and any resemblance to real world scenarios are entirely coincidental.

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Prologue

I don’t know, I just feel like this is going to be terrible, Ryan whined, pressing his face further into his pillow. Even with his muffled words, Melissa scoffed on the other end of the phone; he could practically hear her eyes roll, an hour of putting up with his shit wiping out any of the sympathy she might have felt for him. It didn’t help that he gave her nothing but vague words and pronouncements of doom that made no sense. She might have been his best friend, but even friendships had limits when it came to understanding and coddling.

Dude, if you keep talking like this, it’s going to be, she said. He knew she was right, but it didn’t help the pit of sadness in his stomach that kept threatening to take over his mind. Prom was supposed to be the best night of high school, the endcap on four years of papers and tests and bullshit that he knew didn’t matter in the long run. It was almost embarrassing how much he was fixated on it, as if having the perfect prom night would make up for the last few years of shit he’d been through. Newly eighteen and graduating soon, senior prom was his last chance to be anything other than Ryan the loser.

But his lack of a date was the least of his concerns. He huffed out a sigh, twisting on his bed so that he could look up at the ceiling rather than smothering himself. Posters of cars papered the walls around him, interspersed with pictures of women posing on motorcycles that he’d cut out of magazines. His bedroom was dark; all light filtered through the black paper he’d taped around the fixture on his ceiling. Ryan’s room was distinctly masculine, the room of someone who adored cars and girls and didn’t care about displaying that love for everyone to see. To him, it looked desperately so—like someone trying over and over again to convince himself and everyone who entered it that the occupant was a normal boy, a guy no one should think twice about.

Ryan was not a normal guy. He always knew he was a girl deep down. That was a hard pill to swallow in high school, though, when the people around him wanted nothing more than to label him a freak and shove him in the corner. Jessica Armstrong’s sneer flashed into his brain, and he groaned, interrupting whatever Melissa was going to say next. His best friend hummed in annoyance but didn’t continue with her thought, catching his mood easily even through the phone. Ryan didn’t want solutions to his problems or comforting words or logic—he wanted to wallow in his misery for just a while longer.

It seemed like that was all he’d ever done in high school. All he’d ever done in his life, really, when he realized his mother wasn’t going to teach him how to wear makeup as she had with his older sister, or when he went shopping for a tuxedo for prom instead of a dress. The feeling had been with him all his life, but only in high school had he been able to put his ever-present envy into words. While the girls around him got chests and hips and soft curves to their faces that made them look like angels, Ryan got patchy stubble and voice breaks and a body he wanted nothing to do with. He couldn’t even stand to look in the mirror for too long; the paper on his light was an attempt to dim the room so much that he didn’t have to focus on the details of his body whenever he passed a reflective surface or looked down at himself.

He knew the term for what he probably was: transgender. A transgender woman. But saying those words aloud, applying those labels to himself, was impossible. It would make it real—it would mean that these desires weren’t just a passing phase, that he actually wanted beyond anything else to have been born a girl.

Perhaps if he’d been born a girl, Josh Reed would be going to the prom with him. Ryan’s crush on his classmate went as unacknowledged to himself as the fact that he was really a girl. It manifested in stolen glances during class and in taking the long way home past the football field so that he could watch the team as they practiced. It manifested in how he hung on Josh’s every word, captivating even though they were never directed at Ryan. He’d had a crush on Josh for as long as he could remember, even back in elementary school when he had no concept of gay or straight or boy or girl. Josh had just been the person he’d liked, and he’d followed him around like a lost puppy until the other kids began to take notice and make fun of him for it. Melissa was the only one who hadn’t joined in on the teasing, and Ryan still loved her for it today.

He realized he’d left her on dead air for quite a while. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat and heard her laugh on the other end of the line.

Are you back, space cadet? Melissa teased, and Ryan forced a laugh.

Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about how much I’m dreading tomorrow.

Another unseen eye roll. Not having a date to prom isn’t the worst thing ever. I don’t have a date to prom, and I’m not moping like the world is ending, she said.

The best he could do was a vague, non-committal noise in response.

Melissa seemed to realize she wasn’t helping because she sighed, long and low. Look, cadet, she started, the nickname a bit sharper than it usually was. You’re gonna be fine. It’s one night of your life out of several thousand, and then we can move on like it never happened. We don’t even have to go if you don’t want to; I’ll skip too, and we can watch movies on the couch.

Ryan tried to find the words to explain how not going would be even worse: how it would feel like giving up, accepting that he’d never be normal, that high school would be shitty for him for the rest of his life. All that came out was a small, forced laugh.

Melissa made a sympathetic