Ana has always realized that she was different from other girls because she can see and speak with ghosts, but it's when she realizes she's also attracted to women that she begins to be a little afraid.
Her fears about being gay aren't that she finds women desirable, but how her mother will react to the revelation. And how on earth is she supposed to learn to talk to girls!
An erotic encounter with a beautiful ghost may just help Ana put all her fears to rest and help her become the woman she is meant to be.
I was nervous but I thought I looked nice. I rarely wore anything other than jeans, but I had picked my nicest dark-blue pair. My shirt was royal blue and covered in sequins so that it sparkled whenever I moved. It had cap sleeves and a bow on the shoulder. I’d paired all this with a pair of black suede platform pumps with a wedge heel. I’d put on makeup for once, though it was just eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. I was as ready as I was going to get.
Jess was wearing a short fire-engine red dress, five inch stilettos and some of the reddest lipstick I had ever seen. When I raised my eyebrow at her, she just shrugged. “What? I like being checked out, whether it is by cute boys or cute girls.” I just shook my head and laughed. Jess wasn’t gay or even bi (which was another term I had had explained to me by a grinning Nilda) but she loved attention.
Our friend Jen wasn’t dressed any different than usual. She had on a green Lucky Charms tee shirt and jeans that had a hole in the knee. Her shoes were the same Converse she always wore and she had just scooped her hair into the same ponytail as usual. I didn’t think anything of it, but Jess looked her over and raised an eyebrow. Now it was Jen’s turn to get defensive. “What? We are going there to find Tas a date, not me.”
The J’s (as I had always called them) had called me Tas since the first day I met them. We had met my very first day of college when we all simultaneously reached for the last English 101 book at the same time. We had surveyed each other for a moment with all three of our hands clenched around the spine of the textbook. Jess was the first one to laugh. “It’s just a book,” she said, with her eyes sparkling. “I’d rather not even take this class.” Jen shook her head. “We’ve already had this discussion.” Jess rolled her eyes and laughed again but I finally asked, “What discussion?” We had all let go of the book by then.
They introduced themselves as Jen and Jess and told me they were roommates. I immediately dubbed them the J’s because they seemed like two parts of the same whole. Jess was girly and bubbly. Jen considered a pair of jeans with no holes in them dressed up and had a very dry sense of humor. We were all just really getting to know each other when a small weasel of a boy darted around us and snatched the last book.
Without thinking I whirled and slapped it out of his hand. It hit the floor with a bang and the boy stared at me open-mouthed. I shook my finger in his face and chewed him out. After I had finished yelling, the boy marched meekly back over to The J’s (I was already calling them the J’s in my head by that point). He gave a polite apology and then vanished into the shelves of books. Jess was bent almost double, laughing her ass off. When I walked the couple of steps back over to where they were standing Jen was grinning and shaking her head.
“You looked like a Tasmanian devil. Hands flying any which way and your feet tapping, that poor boy was too afraid of you not to come apologize.” I blushed and shook my head. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Jess rolled her eyes, “Right, Tas. It was just as bad as that and worse.” And just like that, from now on, I was Tas and they were the J’s.
We left and headed to the club. The closer we got, the more nervous I got. By the time we lined up outside to have our IDs checked my hands were cold and slightly shaky. Jess noticed and took pity on me. As soon as we got inside she whisked us towards the back of the club and sat Jen and I at a small round table near the wall. She then zipped back up front to where the bar was and returned shortly with drinks for everyone. We weren’t old enough to drink but virgin drinks were good and gave me something to do with my hands.
After a few minutes I began to relax. It was ladies night and there were women dancing in pairs on the dance floor or talking at tables and the bar. No one looked any different than I did sitting with my friends, and I realized that somehow I had thought there would be something different to see. I shook my head a little and laughed at myself in my head. I didn’t really know what I had been expecting but this wasn’t it.