Trans-Jenna ~ part eleven #

Chapter Three - Part eleven # 1

++ Flash back - Secret ++2

The lights were dimmed in my room. Just enough light for me to see, but not enough to be noticed from outside the cabin window.
Outside I could hear the screaming of hyperactive year nine students.
They made their way to the camp hall for their last night of entertainment. Tonight was going to be talent night and the list was long with students ready to showcase their talent.3

I sat on the floor, legs crossed, my camp bag open,clothes strewn all over the room. In my space, my little space. My make up bag spilling out my mothers cosmetic products that I stole from her room when she had her major spring cleaning weekend.4

Laid out in front of me, my favorite outfit, my long black fishnet stockings, a short black skirt and the high heels that I stole from from a box that held my mothers clothing in the garage. On top the sparkly top I stole from my aunts wardrobe on our last visit to her house.5

I waited until I was perfectly sure that everyone was in the camp hall for the talent show before I could change, I had waited all day for this, no all week actually, to be finally alone. I picked up my watch from beneath my clothes, and I looked at the watch, it had just hit 9.30 pm, they would be getting ready by now. I had to convince our camp leader that I was sick and that I couldn't go. I undressed until I was just in my boxers and singlet, looking it the cracked mirror on the cabin wall, I brushed my hair behind my ears and started to apply my makeup.6

A touch of lip-gloss, a coat of foundation some mascara and eyeliner, just like a pro. Then I was done, process one complete
I got dressed in my outfit. Stockings first, then the shirt, lifting the sparky top over my head, I stepped back, admiring my handiwork in the mirror. Finally, sweet liberation.7

I lie on the hard mattress of my bottom bunk-bed, how uncomfortable it must be to sleep on a mattress like this everyday, I tried to make myself comfortable but it was impossible.8

It felt good to be free. I knew soon though that I would have to take them off. But for now, I was glad to lie there, to be me.
I heard a noise, it startled me at first, but it wasn't enough to make me move from my now comfortable position. It was just a faint sound, like something scratching at the door. It was probably a mouse, knowing the state of this place.9

Then I heard a voice. I had to move this time. I knew that voice, Sammy, It was Sammy. He was heading right this way, what could he do? Footsteps got closer. There was no time to change, no time to pull it all off.
I had to hide, but where, where could I hide?10

I frantically crawled under my dona, pulling it over my head. There was no point in trying to rub it off on the dona because it would smudge. I jumped out from underneath the Dona, kicking my stuff under my bed. Then I realized, the cupboard, I could hide in there. I opened the cupboard door and squeezed myself inside, shutting the door. Unfortunately it was a small cupboard and there was barely enough room.11

I heard the front door open and shut with a loud bang, I held my body tight, Please don't open the door I whispered to myself. I held my breath as the room went silent. For a split second my heart stopped, please don't find me.12

The door suddenly opened, revealing a bright light and I screamed.