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Girdle of Masculinity/Femininity by Diann Tommy was mildly surprised when he got a notice there was a certified package for him. He knew he didn't send away for anything recently, and couldn't think of anybody who would send him something in the mail, especially a package. Anyway, he decided, he'll wait till tomorrow after his weight training session at his high school gym to pick up the package. The day at school passes in a blur as Tommy wonders about what he could've gotten in the mail. Mike, his weight lifting partner, notices Tommy's distraction as Tommy almost lets a 150 pound barbell fall and almost crush his windpipe. Mike, in his typical fashion, suggests rather loudly that he might as well go early before someone gets hurt. Since all the guys on the bodybuilding "team" were his friends, he decided that he'd better take off too, before he got angry and lose control. Tommy has always been aware that his large size and strength were somewhat intimidating to the kids at school, but he also learned at an early age that they could also get him into trouble quite easily, especially if he was mad and got into a fight. Tommy walked the few blocks to the post office and waited to get the package at the service window. An old man waited on Tommy with a cheerfulness that Tommy didn't expect out of a postal worker, thinking that they were all overworked, and that most of them were one step away from snapping (at least that's what he gathered by the term "going postal" on someone). He signed for the package and saw that it was somewhat small and light, he'd actually half thought it would be something like a kitchen appliance or something large and heavy. He hops the bus at the corner and gets home at about his usual time. His mom is home early from work early, and asks about his day and all the usual 'interrogation' questions, then she notices the box tucked under Tommy's arm. "What's in the package Tom?" "Don't know ma. Didn't open it yet." He gets a sneaking suspicion she sent him the package, but as he signed the receipt card he remembered it was from Harry something-or-another, and it was from the post office's address. He didn't necessarily believe his mom would pull something elaborate like this, but there's always something hidden that people don't always sense. "Well, why don't you open it. Who's it from?" she asks innocently, throwing Tommy's suspicions for a loop. Tommy gave a nod and set the box down on the table. He tore off the brown wrapping paper and opens the box to reveal an ornate leather weightlifter's belt. The leather has some ornate runic markings worked into it with an ornate gold clasp closing it. The carvings in the clasp depict two people (one on each side of the clasp) holding two bars between them. There seems to be stones set in each person's eye ... the left hand one has what looks like a piece of cat's eye, while the other looks like a piece of jade. Tommy, somewhat bewildered by the gift looks in the box and finds a small slip of paper ... ~~~ Something to help you win some contests. ~~~ ~~~ Harry. ~~~ "Who's Harry" his mom asks. "Don't know, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth," he replies. "You going to try it on for me Tom? I'm sure you'll look great, not to mention that it's good in a functional way too." She strikes a mock muscle flexing pose and the two break out in laughter. He takes the belt and wraps it about his waist. At which point he feels a second or two of wooziness, like his body was falling from a great height for a moment. As his awareness returns, he sees a shocked look on his mom's face. "What happened?" he asks, in a somewhat strained voice that reminds him of some "Adult Entertainment" ladies from the TV commercials late at night. Then he notices some 'odd' feelings his body is sending him. His hair, for instance, feels like it's longer. A quick shake of his head confirms this as a few strands of coppery red hair fall into his face. Tommy's gaze turns to his hands as he grasps his hair and more of it forward for viewing. His hands are more suited, in his opinion, to wearing delicate rings and colorfully polished nails instead of lifting a couple hundred pounds over his head. He starts to run through the house to the bathroom, trying to ignore the weights bouncing on his chest, afraid of what they might mean. He hears his mom screaming in the background as he reaches the bathroom to see a beautiful red haired girl staring back at him with a horrified look in her soft, green eyes. Despite the baggy shirt she's wearing, she's making Tommy's mind drool over the young lady in the mirror. Instead of the hard-on he usually gets, he feels a dampness between his legs that should feel weird beyond belief, he is overcome by a feeling that this is 'natural' somehow. His mom appears in the doorway to the bathroom, still wearing a shocked look on her face. "Tommy???" she asks with disbelief. Tommy sees the young lady in the mirror nod as he does the same. His mouth drops open and it seems the young lady asks "Why??????" Tommy whines again "Why?!?!?!" He shakes his head in disbelief, allowing his long, red hair to obscure his vision. His slender shoulders heaves in time to his soft sobs as his mom gingerly takes him into a comforting embrace. "There, there honey, everything happens for a reason. Just be brave and you'll come through this with flying colors," she whispers soothingly into Tommy's ear as she hugs him close. She's reminded of Tommy's new state of being as her breasts brush against Tommy's voluptuous mammaries. She pats her son, now daughter softly on the back. "Err ... Tommy ..." She starts as she lets go of her embrace, instead her hands take Tommy's delicate, feminine hands with their inch long nails in her gentle grasp. "No offense Hon, but we should sit down and talk for a bit." Tommy and his mom walk into her bedroom and sit down on the bed. Tommy's sobs and sniffling punctuate the silence between mother and child. "Dear, I don't know how or why this happened to you, but you should know I still love you ... no matter if you're male or female. Also, if it helps any, I think you're a lovely young lady." Tommy brushes his hair back from his face and looks across the bed to his mother. "Thanks ma, but it doesn't help me any. My life is RUINED!!! I've always wanted to be a weight lifter, yet now I don't think I'll be able to lift a quarter of my usual maximum. What can I do now?" Tommy almost bursts into tears because of all the build up of anxiety and other emotions. "And it's all because of this ... this thing!" He gestures to the oversized belt barely gripping his curvaceous hips. He slips it downward and off, then tosses it angrily into a corner with a loud clatter as the buckle opens. "Well, no use worrying about it now Hon," his mom shrugs. "Since you're a young lady now, you'll have you look and act the part. Let's start with your name. Tommy just won't work any more. Do you have any ideas?" Tommy shrugs, "All the girls' names I like are already taken by the girls in my classes ... mostly girls I wanted to date before this happened." "Well, what's wrong with that?" "Nothing, I guess. I suppose I don't want to end up inadvertently offending them or anything. I like these girls, and the last thing I need is for them to be turning against me." Tommy's mom laughs softly for a moment. "How are they going to know you picked their name because you like them? Besides, they might be flattered that you liked them enough to use their name, making yourself a little more like them. However, I don't think you'd want to be telling everybody about your past life as a boy looking like you should be modeling for Vogue or some other ladies magazine. Just pick a name and let's move on, okay?" Tommy thinks for a few seconds. His mom could see in his eyes how he was torn between the possibilities until his eyes lit up, signaling to her that he had made a decision. "How about Amanda Lynne?" Tommy asks, somewhat timidly. "It's very pretty dear. And thank you for using my name as your middle name, it's what I would've done if you were born a girl. You're such a sweet young lady for flattering me like that." She gives Tommy -- now Amanda a kiss on the cheek and hugs her new daughter. "It's the least I can do for you mom. Especially since you've raised me on your own since dad died when I was five. You're the best woman I can think of." Amanda holds on tight to her mom and the love between mother and daughter flows openly, seeming to make up for fifteen years of lost time. Amanda finally breaks the silence. "So, what's next mom?" "Well, we've still got a lot to do. First thing though is you getting the proper 'uniform' for your new role as a lady. Then we have to get your identity re- established and re-enrolled at school. Maybe we could work it so you're a freshman again so you can concentrate on getting used to being you again. In the meantime, you've had a rough afternoon already, why don't you get cleaned up and get some sleep. Give me a call once you're ready to change for bed, I'll give you some of my stuff to sleep in for your first night as a girl." With that, Amanda goes off to shower. In the shower, she carefully explores herself and the new sensations her body is sending her. She dries off just as carefully after she gets out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her chest to protect her modesty, she goes back to her mom's room, where she sees some clothes laid out on the bed. A pale blue cotton nightgown is laid out, with a pair of cotton panties also in the pale pastel blue of the nightie. Amanda pulls the panties up her hairless legs and is somewhat surprised at how comfortable they feel. She looks at the nightie and shrugs, pulling it over her head and down over her ample bosom, putting her arms in the sleeves, she lets the hem of the gown settle about her calves. "Well, how do you like them?" asks her mom as she sees Amanda admiring herself in the mirror on the closet door. "I could get used to this, I think," Amanda says with a trace of a hidden smile on her lips. "Well, you get some sleep young lady. In the morning we'll get you started in your new life." Amanda crawls somewhat awkwardly into her bed, looks around at the posters of scantily clad women hanging on the walls, and sardonically thinks to herself that she might BE in one of those posters eventually. Amanda awakens to find herself as she was last night, thus disproving her hopes that her experiences weren't just a dream. She gets out of bed and gingerly steps through all her boyish mess toward the hall door, and from there, the bathroom. She lifts the nightgown off and hangs it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door, and goes about her "normal" morning routine, starting off with her morning pee, which she reminded herself to sit down by trying to aim her absent penis for a neat urine stream. She quickly relieves herself and turns the water on for her shower. After the water warms enough, she steps in and realizes that the angle of the spray hurts her breasts with the constant pulsating. She carefully starts her wash with a shampooing of the hair, which is made considerably longer because of her hair length, now being to the small of her back as opposed to not even collar length less than twenty-four hours ago. Once her hair is clean, she washes her face with the washcloth. However, she feels like it's no longer entirely what she needs. She feels a need for ... SOMETHING, but she can't pinpoint what it is yet. Then she hears her mom trying to be heard over the running shower ... saying something about some toiletry supplies. She looks out onto the bathroom counter top to see what was left behind: A bottle of body wash with a net sponge, some bath beads, a can of ladies' formulated shave cream and a disposable ladies razor. Amanda's eyes immediately focus on the body wash and the netting sponge and she knows THAT is what she needed. She quickly lathers herself up and scrubs herself clean, then carefully rinses herself off. She thinks about whether or not she should shave her legs, then decides against it for now. She stands under the steaming water, running her hands over her smooth, clean skin and she wonders how it would feel inside herself. She gingerly places one finger at the lips of her womanhood, and gently pushes it inward. With a sharp intake of breath she feels her finger hit an 'obstruction' a couple inches inward. Her finger plays with the little nub of sensations, sending electric waves of tingling pleasure through her entire body ... slowly building in intensity. She inserts another finger and starts pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm as the waves of ecstasy keep building toward climax. She changes the tempo of her fingers' thrusts and the wave threatens to overwhelm the young lady for a few moments. After an unmeasurable time where her pumping fingers are the focus of Amanda's world, the tidal wave of pleasure crests and breaks, sending a tingling spasm through every nerve of her being, and she's dimly aware of a liquid being discharged as she climaxed. After a few minutes, she recovers enough to turn off the water and dry off. Grabbing her bathrobe off of its hook on the back of the door, Amanda puts it on although she's positively swimming in the loose folds as she tries to tie the sash, trying not to show her breasts, she puts her hair up turban-style in a towel after trying to figure it out for a couple minutes. She gathers up her panties and nightie and goes off to her mom's room, ready to start her life as Amanda. Amanda walks from the shower to her mother's bedroom, knocks on the door and opens it slightly, upon hearing her mom's voice beckon her in. She enters the room to see her with the phone to her ear, apparently on hold with someone. She points Amanda to her dresser drawers, indicating she should put something on from in them while she talks into the phone. "Hello, this is Lynn Olsen calling in for Tommy Olsen ... yes, he's had an accident, and from what I can tell he'll be out of school till the fall ... no, I don't know exactly what the injuries are, but I'll make sure you get notice from the doctor as soon as I can, okay? Thank you very much, I'll let him know." She smiles as she hangs up the phone. "Mrs. Banks from the attendance office hopes you 'get well soon' hon. And I think you'll have to be doing some homework from your bed for a while too." She walks up to Amanda and gives her a hug. "Anyway, how's my little girl today?" "Huh? Oh, still getting used to everything I guess." she says, still a little sleep addled. "Now what were you pointing me to over here?" Her mom opens the drawer she was pointing to, revealing a wide variety of colored lingerie. "I was pointing you to this, pick out a bra and panty that you like. The bra may not fit, but at least you'll have SOME support for your breasts until later, when we can get you something that fits." Amanda rummages around and pulls out a french cut satin panty with lacy trim around the leg openings, she also pulls a matching bra out, also in shining black satin with lacy cups and a front hook. She holds the cups up to the chest of her closed robe and turns to her mom. "What do you think?" she says with a trace of a sarcastic smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "Sexy! The boys will be all over you hon." her mom snaps back, smiling with obvious sarcasm, trying to keep things easy on what she would suppose Amanda's fragile emotional state might be. She then guides her daughter over to her closet and opens the sliding door, revealing another multitude of colors, this time belonging to skirts, blouses, slacks, dresses and other outfits. Arranged along the floor of the closet are shoes of all kinds, and up on the shelf is a mass of boxes containing hats, purses and other accessories. "Well, since we're close, but not exactly the same size, I'd suggest just a jogging suit for now, but try on a pair of shoes to see how far off you are from me. I'll leave you to get dressed. If you need me, I'll be down in the kitchen getting some breakfast started." She walks through the open door, closing it quietly behind her. Amanda looks at the sheer lingerie she's holding in her hands, and quickly shrugs off her oversized bathrobe. She steps into the panties somewhat timidly, not used to the feel of the fabric on her hairless legs. She settles them about her hips and they seem a bit loose, but they seem to be staying up as she observes in the mirror. She then fumbles with the bra for a bit, trying to get it around her prodigious (for her) breasts. Silently she thanks her mom for her choice of front hook bras for herself. Again she looks in the mirror, beholding the snugness of the cups she overfills as they try to give her cleavage which she already has in abundance. She smiles sarcastically to herself as she realizes she's 'Stacked' better than her mom. Satisfied with her undergarments, she looks to the open closet and sees a dress her mom looked gorgeous in when she wore it a couple months ago for a night out with some friends. She takes it out and holds it against her body with a critical eye. It's a knee length, sleeveless red dress with a low cut sweetheart neckline with sequined trim. She thinks she'd love to try this on, but she decides to follow her mom's instructions. Putting the dress aside, she looks for her mom's lilac jogging suit. The pants are somewhat loose in the waist, and the top is stretched by her busty chest. Shrugging, she also looks for some shoes, and decides on her mom's running shoes, white with a purple stripe on the side. She notices her lack of socks and calls down to her mom for help. A few moments later she comes up. "What's wrong Hon? The outfit looks nice on you, a bit too small in some areas, but nice anyway." "Well, I need socks for the shoes." she says. "I'm sorry. I forgot about that." She moves to another drawer and pulls out a pair of 'footies' and gives them to Amanda. "Here you go Hon, these should work." "Thanks mom." Amanda sits on the bed, quickly putting the soft, white cotton mini-socks on. She's somewhat annoyed by the little pom-pom at the back, but tolerates it as she puts on the running shoes and ties them securely to her feet. She looks up and sees her mom rummaging through the boxes on the closet shelf. "What's up mom?" she asks. "Well, you need one more thing ... a purse." "A purse?" Amanda asks, with a note of morbid curiosity and slight revulsion in her voice. "Yes, a purse! You'll come to notice that you'll have few to no pockets anymore. And those few times you DO have pockets, there's not going to be enough room for everything a girl needs." her mom calmly explains as she pulls out a small black suede 'bucket' purse with drawstrings and a flap that latches in the 'front', covering the opening from the elements. "Okay Hon, here you go." she says as she hands the purse to Amanda. "The first thing you can put in there is your wallet and keys. We'll add other things as we need them. Okay Hon?" Amanda nods, taking the purse and putting the strap over her shoulder, letting it dangle at waist level as she walks back to her room to fetch the items her mom suggested. As she was getting her wallet and keys, her mom called her, saying she'll be downstairs on a few minutes as she still has to get dressed. Amanda finishes her quick search and fills her new purse, then spies her 'boyish' comb and thinks to try doing something with her hair. She takes the comb to her hair and is rewarded with a pain as it hits a snarl, then another, and another. She crosses over to her mother's bathroom and sees a rounded hairbrush sitting on the counter. She takes it and gently tries to brush out her hair, and quickly develops a 'rolling' technique to gently rid her hair of snarls. After a few dozen strokes, Amanda starts to feel satisfied with her hair for the time being. She takes one of her mother's 'scrunchies' and puts her hair up in a pony tail. She then gathers up her purse and deposits the brush in it. Then she goes downstairs and sees her mom waiting there for her, wearing a white silk blouse paired with a black pleated skirt and black patent leather pumps. She laughs at the sight of Amanda coming down the stairs. "Gee, you're definitely a girl now ... I've been waiting for five minutes already, and that's after I thought you were ready." Amanda responds with a sheepish smile and a shrug. "Well, what can I say ... it's my first full day as a girl." "Well, grab a couple pop-tarts, you can eat in the car on the way to the mall." She walks quickly into the kitchen and grabs 'breakfast' ... trying to catch up with her mom as they go out to the car ... The ride to the mall is pleasantly uneventful. Amanda was nervous that somehow, she'd be recognized as Tommy by her friends from school. Her fear was because her school is a block away from the mall and is a very popular hangout with the students. After a few minutes of looking at herself in the vanity mirror, she decided that there's no way anybody would ever mistake her for her former musclebound masculine former self. The mall looming ahead brings a sense of anxiousness to Amanda's being, aside from going into stores that were more or less taboo to her as a male, to thinking about how her friends would react if they ever found out who she was just twenty four hours ago. She's brought out of her reverie by her mother talking, unfortunately she didn't hear it all. "What was that mom?" "I just asked if everything was all right. You seemed distracted for a few moments there." "Well, obviously everything is NOT all right mom, since I'm a girl ..." Amanda can't help but state the obvious, even though she knows that wasn't what her mom had meant. "Other than that, I was wondering about what to do about my friends, not to mention the fact that I'm going to be hit on by most of them." "I see. We'll have to take care of that then by getting you a pretty dress, then all of your friends will be hitting on you." her mom chuckles as she pulls into the mall parking lot. She quickly pulls into a space by the entrance to the food court, otherwise known as 'Food City' by the patrons of the mall. The two ladies enter the mall and Amanda spies her weightlifting buddies, noticing for the first time how small she had become as Brian, her best friend since third grade, comes up to her and her mom. She used to be eye to eye with Brian, at 6' 1" tall, but now she comes up to his chin at about 5' 3" in height. "Hello Mrs. Olsen." Brian says, with a somewhat worried look on his face. "Coach told us earlier that Tommy had some sort of accident, how's he doing?" Not wanting to outright lie to the boy she'd come to think of as an adopted son, she says "It doesn't look good for him Brian. I don't think he'll be up and about for quite a while. Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to Amanda, she'll be helping me out around the house since I'm without Tommy." She puts her hand on Amanda's shoulder to give her some silent strength and support. Brian turns to Amanda and they exchange a quick greeting as he turns his attention back to Mrs. Olsen. "You know if you need anything, just give me a call. Okay?" "Thanks Brian, maybe you'd like to stop by the house later and we can talk for a while." "Thanks. I'd like that. In the meantime though, I'm back to school. See you tonight, and nice to meet you Amanda." he says as he waves good-bye, then he goes to rejoin his friends to jog back to school. Amanda turns to her mom with a puzzled look on her face. "What did you do that for mom? It almost smells of you playing matchmaker with me and my best friend." Smiling, she says "It did, didn't it. I'm actually thinking he might be able to help us with your situation. He IS a very bright boy, and we can always use help, especially in getting you an identity." At that, the subject is dropped as the two ladies concentrate on shopping. They visit every store catering to young ladies, from Victoria's Secret to Dress Barn, not to mention the many shoe stores making their home in the mall. The first place they went, at Amanda's request, was the piercing shop, where she got her ears pierced. Amanda reasons that every girl she knows has her ears pierced at least once, and that as a girl, earrings are going to be almost mandatory accessories. They wind down their shopping day many hours later with several armloads of bags, boxes and a couple of baskets. They take the time to pack the purchases away in the car and return to the food court for a late lunch. By this time Amanda has changed into an exercise outfit of her own, making her more comfortable to say the least. The outfit consists of a black leotard with a built in sports bra to control her jiggles, followed by a grey sweatpant with a purple stripe down the sides of the legs. A matching grey zippered jacket with a purple stripe angling from the shoulders to the waist, meeting at the zipper and repeated on the back. Her shoes were grey suede walking shoes, and she's wearing a pair of lavender socks to complete the outfit. As they both sit eating from a stir-fry restaurant. Amanda twirls her starter studs in her ear with an idle fascination. "Okay, what's next mom?" she finally asks. "Well, I think you're ready to learn lessons from 'Womanhood 101' ... namely, carrying yourself as a lady, and the basics of hygiene. Eventually you'll learn makeup and everything else, probably from your girlfriends as well as from me." The two ladies share a laugh, finish their food, and head home ... As the two ladies rode home, Amanda's mind is abuzz with questions ... Can she act as if she hasn't known Brian for most of her life? Should she confess to him that she was Tommy just yesterday? If she does tell Brian, how to prove it to him? Would he remain her friend or would he try to hit on her? She's brought out of her reverie as the car pulls into the garage. Shaking herself out of her lassitude, she takes her packages from the trunk and heads to her room. Again she sees the masculine influence of Tommy. She looks down at her protruding, feminine breasts and thinks that she should do some redecorating ... if at the very least she takes down the posters of scantily clad ladies (only because she can see it in the mirror now, she thinks to herself). She thinks to herself that if she were Tommy, she should still be attracted to the women in those posters, but now they do absolutely nothing for her. She shrugs as she starts freeing up closet space by taking her old clothes out and piling them neatly on her bed. After several minutes of working, all of Tommy's clothes are out of the closet, and Amanda starts putting her clothes in. Again, after several minutes, the closet is filled. This time however the clothes are distinctly more appropriate to a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old instead of a sixteen year old male. The pinks and lavenders mixed in with the greens, reds, yellows and blues. She thinks that even though the selection seems small, it should last until mom gets paid again. In the meantime, she empties out the dresser drawers, putting the male briefs and undershirts on the pile, while Tommy's socks, although big on her, would still fit ... so she keeps them in the drawer, adding the feminine socks, knee highs and pantyhose to the collection. She notices that her mom must have dropped off the robe she wore out of the shower earlier since it's lying on the bed instead of in her mother's room where she left it. After hanging it up on the back of her bedroom door, she finishes up with her unpacking, taking out several boxes of shoes she opens them and puts them in a neat row on the floor of her closet. She looks at them, a pair of flats, pumps and sandals, then the pair of sneakers on her feet and the two pair of male shoes she's putting in storage: one pair of sneakers, and a pair of dress shoes. Sighing softly, she puts the male clothing into the bags from the mall, and takes them down the hall to the guest room. She has to stand on the tips of her toes to put the bags up on the closet shelf, but manages to get her old clothing stowed without mishap. She walks back to her room and grabs her robe. She makes her way to the shower and thinks better of it before turning on the water. She goes downstairs after tossing the robe on her bed. Finding her mother in her home office area working on a presentation, she knocks softly as she enters. "Mom, you busy?" Turning her display off. She turns her chair around. "What's up dear?" "Well, it just occurred to me that I still need a few things. Like a bath robe, and some toiletry items." "Oops, I guess we forgot. Let me finish this presentation and then we'll go get you some bath supplies. Okay?" "Okay. Thanks for everything mom." She smiles, "well, it's not every day that my child changes from a boy into a girl. I wish it didn't happen, but in the meantime I must say you're handling the change with quite a bit of aplomb. How are you, emotionally speaking, dealing with the change and all that? "I really don't know what to say, I can't say I feel the same or different. I did notice some little changes ... like I used to be attracted to girls, but now they don't do a thing for me." Trying to contain a slight chuckle, her mom crosses to Amanda and gives her a big hug. "I guess it's just your 'female instincts' dear ... I think that whatever changed you also changed your basic instincts to conform with your condition." She shrugs and continues "I don't know if that's true, but it sounds logical at least." "Well I have to admit I am used to these things" Amanda says as she gestures to her breasts. "Not to mention that the sensations I experienced in the shower earlier, all of them were definitely new and yet they seemed so ... so natural at the time." "I see ... You know you can always come to me if you have a question about anything. Especially now that you're in such a new situation, I'm here for you dear." She turns to her computer and takes a minute to finish up everything and close up the programs she was using. As she turns the computer off, the phone rings next to her desk. "Olsen Enterprises, Lynne Speaking," Amanda's mom says into the mouthpiece. "Oh, hi Brian. What's up? ... Yes, sure you can. ... Okay, how about eight o'clock then? ... Okay dear, see you then. Bye." "Well, I assume he's going to be here at eight," Amanda remarks sarcastically. "Yes, and he says hi to my pretty young guest as well. I think he likes you too." Raising an eyebrow, she does an imitation of her favorite television character "Fascinating" she says in her best approximation of a deep, gravelly voice. "I think it'll be weird though dating a guy I've known since third grade." "You talked about things seeming natural, it's only natural for a young lady like you to go out with guys." "Do you think I should tell him who I really am?" "That's up to you dear, but know this ... it's going to take quite an effort to prove yourself as the former Tommy Olsen. And IF he believes you, then what? Have you thought about what the consequences of what you're thinking about doing might be?" "A little. But he's my best friend, he deserves to know the truth." "Does he? Just because he's your friend? I suggest letting him get to know Amanda first. Then if you think he still deserves to know the truth you can tell him. You can then blame me if he asks why you waited to tell him. Okay dear?" Amanda gives a slight nod to acknowledge her mother. "Come on dear, it's not that bad. If it'll help, we'll get you a diary, so you can write down your thoughts. Then when the time is right, you can let him read it. Anyway, since we have a few hours before Brian comes here, we've got to go get some supplies to stock your bathroom with, so let's get going." With that they grab their purses and head back out to the store. Returning a couple hours later with another armload of packages. The ladies take them up to Amanda's bathroom and start unpacking the bags ... Bath oil and body wash, shampoo and conditioner, facial cleanser and moisturizer, cotton swabs and cold cream all go into their proper place in the bathroom. Finally, Amanda takes out a baby blue cotton bath robe which she hangs up on the hook on the bathroom door. "Now get cleaned up and dressed. Brian should be here in about an hour." To be continued...