Boy Stuns Prom in Red Ballgown and Lipstick – Teachers Can’t Hold Back the Tears

A boy named Korben dreamed of wearing a ball gown to prom from a young age. Four years later, his parents made that dream come true. When Korben showed up in his red ball gown and lipstick, his teachers and classmates were moved to tears.

Prom is a special event marking the end of high school, and everyone wants it to be memorable. Korben, who is 16, had an unforgettable night thanks to his supportive mom. She shared pictures of his prom outfit on Twitter, and her post quickly went viral. Many celebrities and fans liked and shared it, celebrating Korben’s unique and heartfelt choice.

Korben’s mom, Nina Green, shared that her son had always loved wearing dresses. As a teenager, he even performed as the “sassy” drag queen Miss Frou Frou. But for prom night, Korben had a new idea.

He wanted to attend prom as himself, but in a dress. This way, he could show off his feminine side while being true to who he is. Nina explained:

“He wanted to be himself, combining his masculine and feminine sides. He planned to wear a tuxedo on top and a dress on the bottom, inspired by Billy Porter.”

When Korben arrived at his school prom, wearing his unique outfit, everyone went wild with excitement. His classmates and teachers at Archbishop Sancroft High School in Harleston, Norfolk, cheered loudly for him.

Nina Green shared that many teachers were emotional as they watched Korben step out of the car. They were moved by his bravery and confidence. Nina said, “As soon as he got out of the car, everyone started cheering, and I was crying. Some of the teachers were crying too because he was being true to himself.”

Korben had asked to wear a dress to his prom when he was just 12, and his parents made sure to remember his request. When prom night arrived, they helped him get ready just the way he wanted and supported him both in person and online.

Korben looked fantastic in his ball gown, which had a flowing skirt, a sparkly jacket, a bow tie, and a matching small bag. Nina, his mom, took lots of photos of him before he left for prom and shared them on Twitter to show her support.

Nina Green was thrilled to share Korben’s prom look on Twitter and tagged Billy Porter and Michelle Visage from “RuPaul’s Drag Race” to get their opinions. Michelle Visage responded with excitement, saying, “Ohhhhhhhh yes! You are an amazing, beautiful mom and your child is a STAR.”

Michelle wasn’t the only one impressed. The tweet quickly went viral, with many people praising Korben’s fabulous prom outfit and expressing how happy they were for him.

Since Nina Green’s post about Korben’s prom outfit was shared, it has received over 4,000 retweets, more than 8,000 comments, and over 110,000 likes from celebrities and everyday people alike. One admirer commented:

“Looks fabulous! I absolutely love the gown/tux combo. I hope my son is still as confident and comfortable with himself at that age. Never lose your sparkle.”

Kirk Wills, who implied they made the dress, added, “I couldn’t be more proud of Korben; he rocked the look without a doubt. It was an honor to make this subtle look for his big night and see him rock his entrance.”

Although there were some negative comments, many people defended Korben. One fan responded, “Some people should have listened to their parents or grandparents: ‘If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.’ If he wants to wear a dress, then that’s his choice, and his choice only. He’s not harming anyone.”

Korben’s mother, Nina, later shared her gratitude in a post, admitting she hadn’t expected such a positive response when she first shared the pictures. She wrote:

“The support and positivity have been overwhelming and have completely overshadowed the few negative comments, which we ignore. It’s his life, and I’m letting him live it.”

Korben realized how important it was to have the courage to be himself. He said, “It sends a message—you can be who you want to be.”

The following day, Nina and Korben attended Pride in London. There, a fan approached them, recognizing Korben as the boy in the red dress and telling him he was “amazing.”

These moments became unforgettable memories for Korben as he moved on to the next chapter in his life. Through this experience, Korben’s parents demonstrated the importance of allowing children to be themselves without imposing their own beliefs.

My Sister and Her Family Took Over My House Without Asking — They Faced Instant Consequences That Same Day

I won’t deny that I sometimes envy my friends living in their fancy apartments downtown, but then I remember that this place is mine. No landlord breathing down my neck, and no roommates leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Just me and my space.

Now, let me introduce you to my sister, Holly.

She’s 38, a mother of two, and married to her high school sweetheart, Nicholas. We used to be close when we were younger, but things changed when she got married. She started focusing more on her new life, and I never blamed her. I believe she did what she thought was best for her.

We drifted apart, but we were still on good terms. Or so I thought.

Holly and Nicholas have always been the free-spirited types. They’re one of those people who’re always talking about “quitting the rat race” and “living life to the fullest.”

It used to drive me nuts when we’d get together for family dinners.

“Life’s too short to be stuck in a cubicle, Phoebe,” Holly would say, sipping her wine. “You should travel more, see the world!”

I’d roll my eyes.

“Some of us like having a steady paycheck and a roof over our heads, Holly.”

Nicholas would chime in, “But think of the experiences! The memories!”

Yeah, well, memories don’t pay the bills, buddy, I’d think.

I tried to tell them to be more careful with their money. They were always jetting off on last-minute trips or buying the latest gadgets, even with two young kids to think about.

But did they listen? Nope.

A few months ago, they actually did it. They sold their house during the market boom, thinking they’d use the profit to fund a year-long break to “travel the world.”

I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.

“We’re doing it, Phoebe!” Holly squealed over the phone. “We sold the house!”

“What?” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Holly, are you serious? What about the kids’ school? Your jobs?”

“Oh, we’ll homeschool them on the road. It’ll be an education in itself! And we can always find work later. This is our chance to really live!”

I tried to talk some sense into her. I was really worried.

“Holly, have you really thought this through? Travel is expensive, especially with kids. What happens when the money runs out?”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, Phoebe,” she said, brushing off the concerns. “We’ve got it all figured out. We’ll stay in hostels, maybe do some volunteering for room and board. It’ll be fine!”

It was not fine. Not at all.

At first, their social media was full of pictures from nice hotels and fancy restaurants.

“Living the dream!” they’d caption every post.

But within two months, those posts started to dwindle.

The last one I saw was a grainy shot of them camping in some field, with a caption about “embracing the simple life.”

Then, radio silence for a few weeks. I thought they were just busy enjoying their travels, unaware of what was really happening behind the scenes.

One day, I came home from work, exhausted after a long day of meetings and deadlines. All I wanted was to kick off my shoes, pour a glass of wine, and binge-watch some trashy reality TV.

But as soon as I opened my front door, I knew something was off.

There were shoes I didn’t recognize in the entryway, kid-sized backpacks on the floor, and familiar voices coming from my living room.

I walked in, and there they were.

Holly, Nicholas, and their two kids. They were unpacking suitcases and boxes in MY living room.

“Holly?” I blurted out, squinting my eyes as I looked at the mess in my living room. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi Phoebe!” Holly chirped. “Surprise! We’re back!”

“Back?” I repeated. “In my house?”

Then, Nicholas stepped forward, smiling like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Yeah, we decided to cut the trip short,” he said. “Turns out, full-time travel with kids is harder than we thought!”

“And Mom gave us your spare key… the one you gave her for emergencies,” Holly added. “I knew you wouldn’t mind us crashing here for a bit while we figure things out. It’ll only be for a few months.”

“A few months?” I protested. “Holly, are you serious? You can’t just move into my house without asking me!”

“But… we’re family. I thought you’d be happy to help us out.”

“Happy?” I could feel my cheeks burning with anger. “Holly, this is my house. My space. You should’ve talked to me about this!”

“Now, now, Phoebe,” Nicholas interrupted. “Let’s not get too high and mighty here. Family helps family, right? It’s not like you’re using all this space anyway.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Where did this entitlement come from? Why were they acting like what they did was fine?

“You guys need to leave,” I said, crossing my arms on my chest. “Now.”

But Holly refused.

Meanwhile, Nicholas started subtly threatening me.

“Come on, Phoebe,” he began, looming over me. “Don’t make this difficult. We don’t have anywhere else to go.”

I was furious. If I called the cops, their young kids might get dragged into it, and I didn’t want that.

I needed to come up with a plan, so I headed straight to my bedroom and locked the door behind me.

At that point, I honestly felt like crying. I had no idea what to do until my phone buzzed. It was a text from my old college friend, Alex.

Hey Pheebs! In your area for work. Drinks tonight?

Alex was always the prankster in our friend group, always coming up with wild schemes. If anyone could help me out of this mess, it was him.

I quickly texted him back.

Actually, can you come over? I have a situation and could use your help. Bring your acting skills.

The doorbell rang an hour later, and I raced to answer it before Holly or Nicholas could. When I opened the door, I saw a police officer standing at my doorstep.

“Oh my God, Alex!” I looked at him with wide eyes. “You’re wearing the perfect costume!”

I quickly stepped outside and closed the door behind me.

“What happened, Pheebs?” he asked.

“I need your help getting rid of my relatives,” I told him, still fascinated by his fake police uniform. “They’ve completely taken over my house.”

I quickly explained the situation, and Alex agreed to help. Then, I opened the door and called out to Holly and Nicholas.

“Holly, Nicholas, can you come here please? There’s a police officer who needs to speak with us.”

They were smiling when they came into the hallway, but their expressions immediately changed when they saw Alex in his uniform.

“Good evening,” Alex said. “I’m Officer Johnson. We’ve received reports of a break-in at this address. Can you tell me what’s going on here?”

Nicholas looked at me, squinting his eyes. Then, he puffed up his chest and slowly walked toward Alex.

“There’s no break-in here, officer,” Nicholas said in a serious tone. “We’re family. Everything’s fine.”

“Officer, these people entered my home unlawfully,” I said. “I never gave them permission to be here.”

Alex nodded and then looked at Holly and Nicholas.

“How did you gain entry to this residence?” Alex asked.

“We, uh, we used a key,” Holly stammered. “Mom gave it to me. It was a, uh, spare key for emergencies.”

“But no one asked my permission,” I intervened. “So, technically, you broke in. Who knows what might be missing?”

“I see,” Alex said, looking around the house. “And when the homeowner asked you to leave, did you comply?”

“Now, hold on a minute,” Nicholas said, his voice trembling slightly. “We did—”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises immediately,” Alex cut him off, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “Failure to do so could result in charges of breaking and entering, as well as trespassing.”

I wanted to laugh so hard watching Nicholas pretending to be a police officer. He was just amazing. His last sentence was enough to send Holly and Nicholas into a panic.

“We’re sorry…” Holly began. “We’ll pack up.”

They quickly began throwing their things into their bags.

“If you leave right now,” Alex said sternly, “I won’t file charges. But you’ll return the key and never trespass again.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Alex and I watched in silence as they grabbed their kids and their bags and bolted out of the house.

I finally laughed once their car sped away.

“You’re a lifesaver, Alex,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Coffee?”

“Sure!” he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

I quickly made two cups of coffee before we sat in my now-quiet living room.

“I can’t believe they just assumed they could live here,” Alex said, shaking his head.

“I know,” I sighed. “Part of me feels guilty, you know? They’re family, after all. But I just couldn’t let them freeload off me like that.”

“You did the right thing, Phoebe,” Alex reassured me. “They can’t just take advantage of you because their hare-brained scheme failed.”

“I’m so glad you messaged me at the right time, Alex,” I said, looking at my phone. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you. But why did you come dressed up like a police officer?”

“Oh, that,” Alex chuckled. “I was just messing around with friends, pulling pranks and all. I had no idea my costume would come in handy over here. What a coincidence, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “What a coincidence.”

As we talked, I couldn’t help but think of the consequences of my actions. Had I done the right thing? Would this drive an irreparable wedge between me and my sister?

But then I looked around my living room. It was my space, and I had worked so hard for it. I thought about all the long hours and the sacrifices I’d made to buy a house and realized I couldn’t let Holly and Nicholas just take over everything.

I also realized it was okay to put myself first. It was okay to stand up for myself and not let people walk all over me.

What would you have done if you were in my shoes?

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