Jamie’s heart pounded in her chest as she saw the limousine pull to a stop in front of her home. As the back door opened and the teenage boy got out Jamie smiled and shook her head slowly in disbelief. She could hardly believe this day had finally come. And in a way she could have only imagined in her dreams.
Two days ago Jamie hadn’t been ‘Jamie’ at all. In fact she…had been a he. James, had been a grown ass man in his late thirties, digging through his attic in search of his father’s old tool chest. While scrounging around he’d come across his old high school yearbook and after brushing a thick layer of dust off of it, he’d settled down and started to flip through it. He recalled some truly great moments from his yesteryear, but there was one experience that’d eluded him. He’d never gone to prom.
Throughout his life, James had always been a bit of an introvert.