Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
“He’s got such a gorgeous face, I bet he’ll look amazing in that dress.”
“Totally agree.”
They were still whispering when Cameron’s voice called out from the fitting room, “Excuse me, could you bring me a bra? One of each size, please. I’ll try them on. Thanks.”
The two associates looked like they’d just been struck by lightning. They thought, ‘Okay, dresses and heels I can accept. But bras? Guys don’t have boobs. Why does he need a bra?’
Still, the customer is always right. Shocked as they were, they went to gather one of each bra size for Cameron.
Ten minutes later, Cameron opened the fitting room door. She stood in front of the full-length mirror. The girl in the reflection had a cropped haircut, her skin smooth and luminous.
The red dress traced the elegant lines of her figure, and her slender waist looked even smaller. Years of wearing binders hadn’t stopped her from growing into a tall, poised young woman.
She wasn’t short, to begin with, and in white heels, she stood about 5 feet 11 inches. Her build was like a model’s-slim and striking-taller than any of the staff there. Just standing there, she gave off an unshakable sense of presence.
The associates were completely stunned. They thought, ‘He looks amazing in that dress. His waist is insanely slender. He actually looks prettier than girls.
‘If I didn’t see his face, I’d swear he was a stunning lady. His features are on the feminine side, sure, but he’s still a guy! “Not bad,” Cameron said, clearly satisfied. She paid at the counter and walked out in the dress and heels, stuffing her old clothes straight into her backpack.
She then walked straight into a beauty store. “Hi, I’d like a makeover. Go bold-something with edge. Thanks.”
“Girl, your short hair is such a vibe. You look badass,” one of the makeup artists complimented as she led Cameron over. Even with that cropped hair, no one mistook her for a guy once they saw her in the dress.
An hour later, Cameron stepped out of the store. She walked down the street in heels, owning every step, soaking in the stares that followed her. This was the first time she had ever shown up in the world as herself-as a girl.
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The moment he looked over, his eyes went wide. The girl was getting closer by the wound, and he stared in otter Seselel
“Cameron?” he blurted out. Then, almost instantly, he shook his head hard. No way
He thought, ‘That can’t be Cameron. Cameron’s a guy. This is a girl. But she looks pat ke Cameron Cold the bes sister?
Xander was so stunned that by the time Cameron walked right past him, he couldnt even rest
Cameron walked down the street in heels, unfazed by the stares and murmurs around her the erfteen years the was finally wearing a dress,
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. She thought, Xander? What’s he doing here? Talk about timing
She had already walked past him when she paused and turned back to look. For a split second, ther eyes met Xander was completely caught off guard. The moment he met Cameron’s gaze, his heart started counding The crazy He thought, ‘She looks just like that little punk Cameron, but damn, she’s beautiful-so gorgeous and delicate like a rose in full bloom.
Xander sucked at language arts, so the cheesy metaphor was the best his brain could come up with
He kept staring, unable to look away. Cameron glanced at him, surprised to confirm it really was him. She wondered, Did he recognize me?
She waited two seconds. If Xander made the first move and said hi, she didn’t mind owning up to who she realy was Sooner or later, she was going to tell everyone that she was a girl anyway.
But Xander just stared at her, completely silent. So Cameron turned away and got into a cab parked by the curb. Martin, Heidi, and Milena were still waiting for her back home.
It wasn’t until she left that Xander snapped out of it. He quickly jumped on his motorcycle, slammed the throttle, and took off after the taxi.
But just as he was about to catch up, he suddenly hit the brakes. He thought, What the hell am I even doing? What arm! supposed to say if I catch up?
Over twenty minutes later, Cameron arrived at Wallace Villa.
The Wallace family lived in a townhouse in the middle of a busy district. After their fall from grace, they managed to stay barely respectable thanks to the Chapman family’s support.
Cameron unlocked the gate with a fingerprint code and walked straight into the villa. As she stepped through the courtyard, she could already hear voices coming from inside.
“Why isn’t Cameron back yet? School’s been out forever. What the hell is she up to this time? She’s getting more and more out of line.” Martin’s voice rang out.
“Dad, Cam’s been hanging around with some bad boy at school. They’ve been running laps and playing basketball together. She’s probably still on campus, Milena chimed
“What bad boy? Do you think her sudden refus with that boy?” Heidi asked.
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“How would I know?” Milena replied vaguely. She didn’t confirm or deny anything, leaving Martin and Heidi to fill in the blanks themselves.
Sure enough, Martin slammed the armrest of the sofa and barked, “Of course that’s what it is. Unbelievable. I raised her for eighteen years, and now she’s running around with some punk? I’ll beat some sense into her if that’s what it takes.”
Milena said, “Dad, you’re overthinking. That guy’s got girls lined up for him. He mig not even be into Cam.”
Heidi’added, “Let’s not jump to conclusions. We’ll talk to Cameron when she gets back.”
“Excuse me. Who are you?” a voice interrupted.
Cameron was standing in the courtyard, her face blank as she listened to their conversation. The housekeeper, Ruth Jordan, had spotted the unfamiliar girl and quickly came over to ask.
“Ruth, it’s me,” Cameron said calmly.
“Mr. Wallace?” Ruth’s eyes widened in shock as she took in Cameron in a long dress.
Ruth had been working for the Wallace family for years. She knew the family’s secret-Cameron had been raised as a boy but was actually a girl.
To keep that secret, the Wallaces had only ever hired Ruth as full-time help. When things got too busy, they’d bring in hourly workers instead.
For eighteen years, everyone outside the Wallace family had believed Cameron was a boy.
Ruth may have known the truth, but seeing Cameron in a dress for the first time still left her stunned.
“Cam’s home?” Milena, sharp-eared as ever, heard the sound and ran out, a smile of delight still on her face.
But the moment she saw Cameron in that red dress, her smile froze. Her expression shifted into stunned disbelief. “Cam?” Milena raised a hand to cover her mouth. She thought, ‘Cameron? Is that really Cameron? What is she wearing? What is she trying to prove? Is she really going to go against Mom and Dad now?’
Cameron gave her a glance and walked right past without a word, heading up the steps into the villa’s main hall. She had no intention of wasting time on a conniving witch like her.
“I’m home,” Cameron said, her gaze cold as it landed on Martin and Heidi.
Martin and Heidi looked completely stunned. When they saw Cameron standing by the sofa, they both shot to their feet, their eyes wide, staring in disbelief. It took them a moment to actually register that this was indeed Cameron.
Milena came hurrying in behind. “Cam, why’d you come back dressed like that? This is a townhouse, not some private estate. It’s not like we’ve got total privacy here. What if someone sees you?”
She stared at Cameron, her fingers curling into tight fists. Out in the courtyard earlier, the lighting hadn’t been great-she hadn’t seen clearly. But now, she could see everything.
Cameron was wearing a red, elegant long dress. The color made her collarbones look even more delicate, and her waist was so slim. The high slit revealed her nice, slender legs.
She was tall, most of her height in her legs. Back when she wore boys’ clothes, nobody noticed. But now, in a dress, every advantage she had was on full display.
Her already striking features, enhanced with makeup, were nothing short of breathtaking. Her eyes, bright and intense, had a sharp edge to them-beautiful, but not soft.
She was stunning-so much so that she made Amelia, the school’s it-girl, look forgettable. Cameron was so gorgeous, Milena could hardly stand it. The jealousy was eating her alive.
They were born from the same mother, but Cameron stood at five feet nine, while Milena barely reached five feet three.
Cameron looked like a runway model. Milena had a classic pear-shaped figure and couldn’t even wear anything that clung to her midsection without feeling self-conscious.
Cameron’s beauty had that sharp, gender-defying edge. Milena, no matter how carefully she styled herself, could only just barely be called pretty.
Milena thought, ‘It’s just not fair.’
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Martin exploded. “Cameron, what the hell are you wearing? Have you lost your mind?”
Cameron’s eyes were icy. “I’m a girl. Am I not allowed to wear a dress?”
“Allowed?” Martin snapped. “Have you forgotten what you are? Wearing a dress-don’t you think that’s a little messed up?” Cameron stared at him coldly. “Messed up? I wear a dress and suddenly I’m the weird one? You made me dress like a boy from the day I was born-what do you call that?”
Martin was momentarily speechless. “You’re really pushing it,” he growled, then raised his hand and swung it toward her face.’
Unsurprisingly, Cameron caught his wrist midair and held it in a tight grip. “Domestic violence is a crime. Ever heard of that?” she said, her voice sharp and clear.