He was, and he was dancing with Mrs. Weaver.I stopped dancing with Brad, telling him I needed a break. We went back to the table and sat down. I too...k a gulp of my drink and stared at my parents. Watching my parents’ actions was unnerving. The song ended, and our parents separated. Mom and Dad held hands as they walked to their table. Mr. and Mrs. Weaver walked behind my parents with their arms around each other.Mom said something to Dad. She got up and headed toward the bathrooms. After. She let go and floated down.When she landed on the grass, knowing she was dreaming, she searched for him. He was nowhere in sight. “Mikey!” she called out to him, her calls echoing off of something she couldn’t see.“Mikey! Please come back!” Michelle hopelessly ran around the green fields, looking for her son.“I want you in real life!” she stopped, alone in the vast countryside.“Do I?” She thought. “No!” she closed her eyes, images of Mikey in real life flooded her vision. She saw them. I had already bought my gaff from a website that specializes ingarments for late-blooming women like me, a very special model whose nameinspired me: The Man Eater. It had a pouch in which I could safely tuckmy trans clit (which I very strongly did not want to be conspicuous), andthe seams around the pubic area were so well-crafted that, when I triedit on the first time, I felt like a woman. Instantly. In my fantasy, Iimagined the pouch to be the voracious jaws of a shark, eating up myshameful. You are," she said, in a matter of fact voice."Yes, I am. So why don't you go and get bound to someone more useful toyou?" I said in an annoyed voice.Mom was giving me alarmed glances and shaking her head no. "Dear it'snot good to upset your spirit!" she warned me."But I like you. And I can easily make it right," she said, and I swearI could feel her smiling.My world suddenly went spinning as I fell on my back, a wave ofdizziness going all over my body.When I regained the sense of who and where.