In Light Of The Subject
Superman, who at this time was just a superboy, was washing the dishes after he and his mother and father had eaten dinner. He used the dish soap scented like lilacs and roses. As he was washing dishes, he smiled. After glancing around him, he squirted some of the soap on his hand and smelled it. Gosh, it smells so good he thought. He coughed and accidentally broke a dinner plate.
“Clark! Be careful, please!” his mother called from the living room. Clark threw out the pieces of the broken pottery and returned to washing dishes. When he was done, he ran upstairs to his room and closed the door. Before he turned away, he locked it. He lay his hands on his hips and smiled, glancing at his closed closet door. Walking to the closet, he began to grow exited. He flung open the door and giggled as he was greeted by the hangers of dresses.
There were pink ones and blue ones, green frilly ones and white prom dresses. On the floor of the closet lay boxes and boxes of high heels. Clark smiled to himself. He grabbed a long red dress and a pair of red high heels. Returning to his bed, he got on the floor and rolled out a long box. Opening it, he giggled once more as the make-up and womens hair supplies met his eyes.
He slipped the red dress on, which actually fit him perfectly, and the high heels as well. Then, Clark chose a bright red lipstick and pink blush. He applied them to his face as he attached a small red butterfly to his black hair.
He stood, giddy with his new outfit on. He grabbed his teddy bear and began to dance salsa. He spun in circles, like he had seen the women do on the Spanish channels of the television.
He danced with his teddy for an hour, until his mother called for him to open the door. Clark quickly pulled off the dress and hid his make up bin back under his bed. Wiping off his lipstick and blush, he dressed back into his jeans and white shirt.
He opened the door and smiled at his mother.
“Yes, mother?”
She looked him over suspiciously. Doesn't he know he is not allowed to EVER lock his door, she thought. She shook her head.
“Your father and I have something to tell you. Please come downstairs with me.”
Then she turned and Clark followed her to the living room. His father sat on the large plush chair and his mother sat on the white sofa. Clark gingerly sat next to his mother. They looked at him with sadness.
“Clark, you are aware of your strength, correct?” said his father in a gruff voice.
Clark nodded.
“Baby, you are special. There is a reason you are strong,” his mother crooned.
“You are not from this planet,” they said together.
“You're kidding! Nice joke, guys,” Clark laughed, then fell silent, for his parents were serious he realized. No, this is crazy. Are they saying I am an alien?
As if reading Clark's mind, his father added, “Don't worry, not an alien, just not from Earth. On the night we called your birth, a meteor had fallen from the sky. When your mother and I went to look at it, we found you.”
“You were just a child, crying and unharmed by the crash. We were amazed. From that moment, we knew you were a blessing,” said his mother.
“We never knew how much,” his father whispered.
I hung my head, not really believing their story. It is just a story, right? I'm not really an alien, right?
“I have something to tell you guys too,” I gulped.
“What is it, baby?” asked his mother.
“I am a transvestite. I like looking like girls,” I whispered slowly.
