Eavesdropping Pt. 03

I have no idea how many times I had knocked on the Hanson's door in my life, but I knew close to a thousand wouldn't be an exaggeration. At one point Eric and I pretty much had walk in privileges at each other's house. Those privileges had been part of the reason he had walked in catching me wearing a dress over three years ago.

Today though, my nerves were making it difficult for me to lift my hand up to knock. I finally took a deep breath and rapped on the door. Almost immediately it opened, and Eric was standing there. When he looked at me, I saw something in his eyes, maybe disappointment, and I remembered I had changed my clothes.

"Come on in." He said and stepped back from the entrance.

He was wearing a blue T shirt with the sleeves cut off. It said Hillman Football on it and the number 52 in the center which was his football number. He looked like he was freshly showered and his hair still a little damp.

"Hey, how was practice." I asked my nervousness still there.

"Uh good. We only have three more games left and unfortunately aren't going to make the playoffs so some of the intensity isn't there like it used to be." He said as he closed the door.

"Yea... it is hard to believe that high school is almost over."

"I know. Umm... where are you going for college?" He had leaned back against his couch as he asked.

"State... I got an academic scholarship offer there and well... with my dad not being in the picture the scholarship is pretty important." I said, giving him a smile at the end.

I noticed he mirrored my smile and that it caused some almost goose bumps.

"Really... I am going to State also. Kind of the same reason but I will be on baseball scholarship." He said proudly.

I knew this from overhearing his mom telling my mom during their visits but decided to act surprised at the information. It suddenly got quiet, and we stared at each other for a minute.

"Oh... here... I brought this back. Thanks for loaning it to me and picking me up the other day. I will admit I may have worn it more than just into my house. It is super comfortable." I told him as I handed him the hoodie.

"Well... if you liked wearing it and think it is comfortable... umm... why don't you keep it. I have several of those from both football and baseball." He said nervously.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Definitely, It probably looks good on you. Umm... although not as good as you looked earlier today." As he said that his cheeks got red.

I felt myself immediately blush and suddenly I wished I hadn't decided to change.

"Thanks. I am still getting used to wearing skirts and stuff to school." I replied, not sure why I was pointing that out.

"Well, you should wear them often because you look great in them. I also love when you do your hair like you did." He said quickly and then added with a stutter. "Not that your hair doesn't look good now... or that you don't look good now... you look great now also."

"Thank you. So... you wanted my help studying?" I said trying to change the subject because I was feeling really embarrassed.

"Uh... yea... um... my books and tablet are up in my room. Let's go up there." He said.

I don't know why but I suddenly got very nervous and scared. My mind immediately went to the idea that he wanted me in his room so he could hook up with a tranny. I watched as he started up the stairs and then turned back and saw I hadn't moved.

"Are you okay? You look... something." He said two-thirds the way up the stairs.

"Honestly. I am not sure. Why are you... why are you suddenly being nice to me, and interested in me? And why do you want my help with Trigonometry? Connie told me you are one the sharpest people in your class." I said looking at the ground.

I heard a movement and saw him slowly walking down the stairs. He moved into the family room and took a seat on the couch. His eyes motioned to the love seat, and I went and sat on it.

"I don't know if I can totally answer that question. I mean I know the reason why, but I don't know why I am doing it now instead of before. Or maybe I do... at least partly." He said quietly.

"Okay... can you tell me?"

"When we got to high school we went in different directions. Honestly, I kind of knew that would happen, our interests were different. I missed our friendship, but I also loved the new friends I made, and I loved playing football and baseball. I was also watching you... change... not who you were but how you appeared." He stopped and looked at me.

"Go on." I directed him.

"The guys I hung out with, and the girls were saying things... not very nice. I knew I should stop them but didn't, the peer pressure was too much or something. Not an excuse, just an explanation." He added quickly.

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me?" I asked.

"I thought about it, I really did, but I also thought that it would be better if I just... I just avoided you. Plus, I could see you were getting a new set of friends also and I knew that... well being honest I wouldn't fit in with them, like you wouldn't fit with mine." He said looking into my eyes.

"Maybe fair... but... we lived right next to each other. You could have talked to me." I told him.

"You are right... I was a coward... but besides losing our friendship the rest of my life was going pretty good for me, I didn't want to risk that or something, I don't know. Then... well you know what I did, after that I hated myself for what I had done to you. Especially since you didn't respond to my apology."

"You are blaming me?" I said angrily.

"Oh... no... I am sorry that it sounded like that. No... I blame me completely, I just thought I had done such and awful thing to you that you would never want to speak to me again." He said sincerely.

"Okay... that was two years ago. What changed?" I asked still a little mad.

"You changed. You became more confident. I have always watched you, discreetly. And my mom would tell me what was happening in your life. With your growing confidence you were more outgoing and more girly, I guess. Then I noticed how pretty you were. I would look at you and see you not as my old best friend but as a pretty girl."

"What? Seriously?"

"Yes... and the thing is I had dated a lot of pretty girls but all of them... let's just say... they were ditzy, or shallow, self-centered, I don't know if you know this, but I haven't been on a date in almost a year." He said.

"Okay... so you suddenly thought I was pretty so now I was worthy of some acknowledgement?" I had softened some, but I wasn't letting him off the hook.

"Not suddenly... but... that wasn't it... I also knew that besides being pretty you were very intelligent, you were compassionate, you had empathy, you were funny, and that you had been my friend." His tone as he spoke sounded almost like a plea for me to believe him.

I didn't say anything, so he continued.

"I started to find ways for us to see each other. I was so nervous every time I said hi to you. When you responded back, I would be so happy."

"I noticed you doing that. I couldn't figure out why." I told him.

"See... I was right... I was worried it would be too obvious and that I was making a fool out of myself with you." He quickly responded.

"How were you making a fool out of yourself by acknowledging my existence?" I asked.

"Because it was obvious I was crushing on a person who hated me." He said with authority.

"I have never hated you... ever. And obvious to who? I knew something was going on but... well you crushing on me was way down on my list of what I thought was happening." I said looking at him.

There was silence in the room again. I think we were both anxious about what would possibly be said next. I remembered what my mom had told me I should do; I needed to find out if his interest in me was romantic or physical and if that interest was because I was trans. I took a really deep breath.

"Okay... so you are saying you are crushing on me. What exactly does that mean... do you want to date me? Or do you just want to have sex with me? And..."

"I want to..."

He started to cut me off but I cut him off so I could get it all out at once.

"Let me finish... and do you want to have sex with because I am trans? Is that why you suddenly desire me?" I exhaled after I spoke.

His eyes got really wide when I asked my last question. It was his turn to take a deep breath and then start talking.

"I.... I... first, if I asked you on a date would you say yes?" He asked nervously.

"Answer my questions first, please." I responded.

"Yes, I want to date you. And... depending on how that goes... yes, I would be interested in having sex with you." He said his face was completely red.

"And the trans thing?" I asked anxiously.

"I am not sure what you mean by the trans thing but... when I look at you, I see a girl, I don't see a trans girl. Um... but... well... I have uh... I guess researched sex with a trans girl..."

He had accented the word research and we both knew that he meant he had watched trans porn, which of course I already knew. I was impressed that he was being this honest.

"And...did it turn you on? or did it... disgust you. The trans porn?"

"It didn't disgust me... I got turned on... but it was because I was watching porn not because it was trans. I get turned on watching lesbian porn also but that doesn't mean I want to be a lesbian." He forced a laugh at the end.

"Thank you for being honest. And just so you know it would take more than one date before I would have sex with you." It was my turn to force a laugh.

We looked at each other and smiled and for the first time since I he had opened the door there wasn't any tension in the air. That lasted for about thirty seconds when he began to talk again.

"So, McKayla would..."

"Stop... don't ask me now. Surprise me, okay. I have never been asked on a date and I want the first time to be something I remember." I admonished him but was smiling.

"Okay... um I really would like to study some for the Trig final. I didn't ask you over here to lure you into my bed." He winked at me and gave me a big smile.

My heart did a few flips looking at him and we spent the next hour studying together. I got cold at one point and pulled his hoodie on. The look on his face seeing me in it also caused some flips. We were sitting in the family room when his mom came home and her smile seeing us together was fun to see. When she saw the hoodie, I was wearing she winked at me.

I left when my mom texted to tell me dinner was ready. Eric walked me to the door, and I sensed he thought about kissing me but held back. I was disappointed and at the same time happy. I wanted my first kiss to be special also.

I bounced through the front door of my house and found my mom in the kitchen putting dinner on the table. She had made baked chicken, rice, and green beans. When she saw me with the hoodie on, she smiled and something in her eyes showed she was happy to see me wearing it.

As we ate, I told her about my conversation with Eric. She mostly listened, nodding, and grinning as spoke. I thanked her for our discussion and the advice the night before. There was a feeling as we talked that there had been a real positive change in the relationship with my mom.

"Do you think he is going to ask you on a date soon?" My mom asked when I finished talking.

"I hope so. It is funny because he is normally so confident, but he seems to be nervous around me these days. Hopefully that won't prevent him asking me." I told her.

We got up and cleaned the kitchen together. I wanted to ask my mom one more thing but was having a hard time getting up the nerve to say it. Partly because we had shared a pretty great evening. Right as we finished, I turned toward her and said.

"Do you think tomorrow we could... well we could talk about sex?" I looked down as I finished asking my question.

"Um... sure. Yes..." I saw her blush as little as she answered.

We ended up in the family room, the TV had something on that neither of us were really watching. We both had our phones in our hands, I was scrolling and texting with Kathy. She wanted all the details about my study session. It looked like my mom was texting also and based on her smile I was pretty sure it was with the fireman who had fixed my battery.

I don't remember what time I headed to bed but I slept soundly waking up just before my alarm went off. I took a long shower and after I got out put my hair in a ponytail, but I did go a little heavy on my makeup. I really liked how my eyes looked with some heavier mascara and eyeliner.

I chose a pair of tight khaki shorts that I knew looked good on my butt and a tight teal top. With the t-shirt bra I was wearing my boobs stood out also. My purple Keds completed my outfit.

My mom had already left for work by the time I made it downstairs. After eating an English Muffin I headed out to school arriving a little earlier than normal. I was sitting on a bench to kill time before my first class when I saw Eric walking down the hall.

I noticed that Tiffany was walking with him and seemed to be giggling and smiling a lot. I instantly felt a stab of jealousy. She was a big boobed blonde cheerleader with large blue eyes. My curves didn't come close to hers.

Eric saw me as they got closer, and he had a sheepish look on his face. I locked eyes with him and wondered what he would do. Seven or eight months ago he would have walked by and not even acknowledged I was there.

"Hey McKayla. How are you this morning?" He said slowing down as he got closer.

Tiffany looked surprised that she had lost his attention and that he was saying hi to me.

"Hey Eric. I am good. Got to school a little early so just hanging out." I said, then added. "Hi Tiffany, I like your top."

"Uh... Hi... thanks," She looked down at it and pushed her tits out as she spoke.

Eric looked at me and I just smiled. I could see that, at least on the inside, he was squirming and a little uncomfortable. He turned to Tiffany.

"Hey... I need to chat with McKayla really quick. I will see you later."

She looked surprised but got the hint and moved on after saying bye to him and then something I couldn't really hear to me. I just said bye and watched her walk away.

"That's not... there is nothing going on there." Eric said as soon as she was out of earshot.

"Well, you might want to make sure she knows that because she was pretty happy to be walking with you." I told him, keeping my tone flat.

"I will... she... she broke up with Brock a month ago and now is looking for a prom date." He said in what appeared to be an effort to explain them walking together.

"I am sure she would look gorgeous in prom dress." I said as I stood up. "Heading to class, want to talk to my teacher before it starts. See you later."

"Um... okay. Talk to you later." His voice was hopeful as he said talk to you later.

I had gone about twenty to twenty-five feet and turned back and saw that his eyes were focused on my ass. It made me happy that he obviously appreciated my curves, although I was feeling pretty inadequate in comparison to Tiffany. I also saw a little bit of a contemplative look on his face.

I continued down the hall and my mind went to him mentioning the prom and how great it would be to wear a prom dress. I thought it was kind of ironic that the chance to wear a prom dress and being caught in it had been what had led me to being my true self.

I got to class and sat in the back row. I hadn't really wanted to talk to the teacher, I had just said that because I was mad at Eric and wanted to get away from him. As I sat there, I realized that I didn't have right or really a true reason to be mad.

I spent the rest of that class and most of my next two remembering my discussion with him yesterday, then reviewing what I had seen this morning when he was walking with Tiffany, followed by replaying our conversation this morning. For good measure I mixed in some day dreaming about being asked to prom, shopping for a dress, and getting my hair and nails done for prom.

By the time I got to lunch I realized that I hadn't paid attention to anything that had been discussed in my classes all morning. I found Kathy, Connie, and Jenny sitting at the table we usually do and joined them. I looked for Eric to see if he was in the area he regularly sat and didn't see him, which disappointed me some.

We were in the middle of some mindless conversation about music or something when I realized someone was sitting down next to me. When I turned, I saw Eric with a tray in front of him. I could tell he was nervous.

"Hey... uh what are doing?" I asked surprised, I quickly glanced at my friends and saw looks of surprise also.

"Hi... okay if I sit here and eat lunch with you? I wanted to clear something up and ask you a question." He seemed to be gaining some confidence.

"Yea... I guess although aren't the jocks and cheerleaders going to miss you?"

I was trying to sound like I didn't care he was sitting there but the truth was my heart was racing, and I fought to control my breathing. You could feel a really strange vibe or tension in the air and my friends' eyes kept darting between the two of us.

"Maybe... but probably not. So... about this morning... she tracked me down in the hall, I didn't seek her out. She is the one that brought up prom, not me. I have no interest in going to prom with her." He explained in an even tone.

I looked at the girls and they all had looks of confusion on their faces. I knew Kathy well enough to know her facial expression was saying I can't wait to hear this story.

"Okay... um... thanks for clearing that up, I guess." Again, I was trying to sound confident in spite of my mind racing.

He gave me a forced smile then started to talk again. "So... I was wondering, tomorrow evening, I have a baseball game. I thought maybe you could come to that and then afterwards we could go get some ice cream or Italian ices or something."

My heart really started to race now, and I definitely had goosebumps. He was asking me out on a date, although he hadn't used the word date. I was going to say yes, of course, but wanted to make him say what it actually was in front of my friends.

"So, you want to go on date with me?" I said forcing myself not to smile as I said it.

"Yes... I want to go on a date with you." He said with authority.

"Sure... that sounds great. What time is the game? Are you going to take me to the game or am I meeting you there." I smiled at him, and I could see the relief on his face.

"It starts at seven, but I have to be there by six. I was hoping you could maybe ride over with my mom. Then we could go out right after it is over." He was speaking fast, and I could sense his nervousness but also a little excitement.

"Yea, okay that sounds like it would work." I replied.

He gave me a big smile and then picked up his tray and walked away from the table. My eyes followed him and when he was out of sight, I looked at my friends. All of them had shit eating grins on their faces.

"Oh My God... Eric Hanson just asked you out on a date. That is crazy." Jenny said.

"He wants you to see him in his tight baseball pants and showing off how good he is." Kathy said with a smirk.

"Is that why Valerie asks you to go to her softball games so you can see her in her tight pants and showing off." Connie said to Kathy laughing.

"Maybe... and trust me those pants make her ass look great." Kathy said and stuck her tongue out at Connie.

I was still in a little shock. After our discussion yesterday I felt like he would ask me out, I just didn't expect it to be so soon. I was also a little surprised that he wanted me to go to his baseball game. I had figured he would want to be more discreet about being involved with me.