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I never wanted to be a girl - Copyright 2001 by Samantha Michelle Standard warning and disclaimer: All characters are fictional. If you see yourself, buy a new mirror. Contains subjects some people may find offensive. If you are one of them, why are you reading this? Protect your kids. If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet, teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different lifestyles. Before they learn from bad experiences. All constructive comments are welcome. Please e-mail to me: [email protected] or [email protected] Finally, this is a piece of adult fiction. If you are underage, or if you find it offensive, please go elsewhere. Quickly. ----- I never wanted to be a girl I never wanted to be a girl. Really. I was perfectly happy as an abnormal teenage boy. Trying to chase perfectly adorable teenage girls. And fighting the usual hormone battles, the occasional pimple, too-tight pants, and walking into stop signs while ogling some cute thing in a tight skirt. I was looking forward to the summer before high school as a chance to get to know the local girls better. And there was no better place than the park. Acres and acres of picnic spots, ball-fields, forest, and a huge, wonderful, spring-fed outdoor swimming area. Any girls worth their bikinis would be found sunning themselves on one of the benches or grassy spots. And since in our little town everyone knew almost everyone else, the park was the summer meeting- place for all the kids. So by the last day of junior high school, I was ready. Long before, knowing I would never be able to compete on a level field with the muscle-bound moron contingent, I went for an eclectic look. Swimming and aerobics (hey, like I was one of three guys in a class with twenty-six good looking girls, so don't knock it) gave me a lean, if not particularly muscular appearance. My hair was down past the middle of my back in a disarrayed , curly mop that seemed to attract girls like magnets. It was awesome to sit and enjoy a conversation while having my hair softly braided by a cute chick. And I seemed to have more fun around them. I hated the constant "I'm bigger and badder" competition that marked most of the guys my age. I did get a lot of "pretty boy" and "sissy" comments, but hey, the proof was in the pack of girls that were my friends, or at least acquaintances, and messing with me meant messing with them. Which was distinctly bad for someone's social life, not to mention their shins. And I was never without feminine companionship. It was less than a week into the summer when disaster struck. A group of older high school girls had decided to see how little they could wear before they got arrested, or created a riot. I had bicycled to the park with Tia, who was, in my opinion, the best looking fifteen-year-old girl in town. She was also my best friend, and sort-of look-alike. It was a standing bad joke that we were sisters, I was just the ugly one. We were near the edge of the swimming area where I was ogling the bathing beauty crew, and Tia was busy dissecting each of their flaws, when I heard people screaming. I looked behind me and saw a huge mowing machine heading straight at us. I managed to shove Tia out of the way just before it hit me. I felt an incredible pain across the back of my legs, and was thrown backwards onto the mower as it plunged into the water. Using my arms, I managed to stay on the surface despite the pain, and moments later Tia dragged me onto the beach. When I looked down and saw blood everywhere, I fainted. I woke up briefly in the ambulance, and found Tia holding my hand. Then everything got hazy again, and I guess I passed out. The next time I awoke, I was lying on a hospital bed, with both legs suspended in the air, and a nurse holding my hand. "Just relax and let the anesthetic wear off. My name is Mary, and I'll be here with you until Dr. Sutton decides that you are ready to be taken to your room." I stared at her as what had happened percolated through to my consciousness. As the fuzziness began to clear, I could feel a slight throbbing from my feet, but otherwise I seemed to be okay. "I was run over by a mower, and..." I had to pause to think of a way to describe what I saw. "And my colleagues and I just finished several hours sewing you back together." I saw an older man come into my field of vision. "Samuel, I'm Dr. Sutton, chief orthopedic surgeon here. I need to ask you some questions, then we will have time to discuss what happened to you." I nodded, and he proceeded to ask me a whole bunch of questions about how I felt, and pulling back some of the bandages covering my feet, he had me try and wiggle my toes, and stuck me in a bunch of places with something to make sure I could feel what he was doing. As he wrapped my feet back up, he was smiling. "Everything looks great at this point. It appears there is no significant nerve damage and no damage to the tendons in the front of the foot." He looked at the tubes and machines connected to me, and pulled up a chair. "It will be a few minutes before you can be disconnected and wheeled out of here, and into the waiting arms of your family and friends. Are you up to knowing what happened, and what we have done, or would you rather wait until everyone is present?" My head was almost clear, and my feet were starting to hurt. "Now is fine, but is there something you can do about the throbbing?" He smiled. "I'll give you some pain medication just before we leave, okay?" I nodded. "Now as to what happened, apparently the mower blades caught the back of your ankles just before the impact knocked you off your feet. You received severe lacerations, and the blades mangled both of your Achilles tendons, which we spent several hours splicing back together." I stared at him. There was no mistaking the sad expression on his face. "There was so much damaged and missing tissue that we had to shorten the tendons a great deal. It will take time and a lot of effort on your part, but I believe that with physical therapy and additional surgery, you will eventually be able to walk again." It must have been the medications, but instead of panicking I slowly nodded. "You are telling me I am crippled?" "You will be unable to walk, even with crutches, for at least six months, and probably much longer. Once the tendons are strong enough, we can begin the process of stretching them to allow your feet to return to a more normal position. As they are now, your feet are held in casts to keep you from placing strain on the tendons as they heal. When the casts come off, your feet and toes will be pointed down, almost like a ballerina's. From there we will begin the process of stretching the tendons, and when your feet can be flexed enough, you should be able to walk with crutches and special orthopedic shoes." He looked at the tubes and machines again. "You are ready to make your debut. The nurse will give you a shot, and wheel you up to your room. I will be in to check on you tomorrow." He held my hand in his. "I gave you the straight story. You have a lot of healing and hard work ahead of you. But my personal opinion is that by the time you graduate high school you have a good chance of walking on your own to get your diploma." He left, and the first nurse, Mary, came back in and gave me a shot. By the time I was wheeled into what was to be my room, I was a bit woozy. I remember getting hugged and cried on by Tia and my sister Anne, and held firmly by my dad as he promised they would do everything possible to help me get back on my feet as soon as possible. The next morning I got my first lesson in bedpans, and a thorough scrub-down by the nursing staff. And the dubious honor of eating what was supposedly a nutritious breakfast. Yech!. Tia was my first visitor. And she brought real food. A cheeseburger from the local golden starches. After listening to her run on and on about my saving her and being hurt I finally told her to shut up. "Tia, I did what I did because I love you, and you are my friend. So enough already." She looked at me, but managed to close her mouth. "Did the doctors tell you and Dad about what they did, and what my future holds?" She looked at her feet. "They said that it will be a long time before you will be able to walk again at all, and that there will be more surgeries and lots of physical therapy before, if ever, you can walk normally." She came over and held me. "Sam, it's not fair, I got away without a scratch, and you'll be in a wheelchair and..." She broke down and I held her till she was shooed out by the nurse who said it was time to change my dressings. Dad and Anne came by early in the afternoon, and the conversations were very similar. Dr. Sutton dropped in, and after examining me, spent some time discussing my upcoming care. I was surprised when he told me that they would be starting my physical therapy the next day. "But you said I couldn't put any strain on my tendons until they have healed, and..." "And if you lie here in bed like a potato your other muscles will get soft and flabby, making the whole recovery process longer. And staying in a hospital bed gets old fast. So for at least a couple of hours every day you are going to be working out. By any chance do you like to swim?" I nodded. "Good. Once the wounds have healed, swimming will be the best possible exercise for you and your legs." He checked my chart, and told me that he was going to continue the pain medications for another couple of days, after which I could expect to start expecting more discomfort. I lay there quietly thinking as he left. I guess the medications they gave me kept me from getting as upset about what had happened, because when they cut back the pain pills I started to get really depressed. Some of it was watching the summer go by outside the window. And watching the other kids, including Tia, moving freely about while I was limited to needing a crane to get from the bed to the wheelchair. The hospital sent a psychologist to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk, which made Dad and Tia upset. They tried to convince me to accept help, and I yelled at them. So it was with a lot of concern and emotion that, after three weeks in the hospital, I was finally sent home to continue my recovery. It was as I was settling into my new room, which was on the first floor where Dad's home office used to be, that I learned the insurance company for the firm that was operating the mower was going to pay for absolutely anything that related to my recovery while they were working to resolve Dad's claim against them. I wondered how money would help me get my life back together. There didn't seem to be much that could be done. Tia had other ideas. She and Dad had already set up a contract with a taxi service to provide us transportation wherever and whenever we needed to go. And once I was settled in, it turned out to be a local health club with a big pool. I felt like a complete idiot when two lifeguards carefully extracted me from the wheelchair and lowered me into the pool, after making me put on one of the floatation vests they used for beginning swimmers. But when I was floating by myself, my crippled feet seemed much less important. The special foam and fiberglass casts the doctor had made so I could swim, were slightly buoyant, and allowed my ankles a tiny bit of motion. Tia floated next to me, making sure I was going to be okay. I was weak, and my muscles were unused to as much motion as they were getting, but I started to swim laps, and soon Tia made me stop because she was afraid I was getting exhausted. "Sam, take it easy. We will be coming here almost every day, all summer." "I'm fine." I lied. My muscles were screaming, but being free of the damned wheelchair, and able to move on my own felt too good. "But I am getting a bit tired. So what say we call it a day, and go get some real food?" "Sounds good. We can do your physical therapy in the evening." I stared at her. "Dr. Sutton had me certified as a special physical therapy assistant. That's why I was always spending so much time at the hospital when you were being worked over. I'm going to get paid a ridiculous amount by the insurance company to make sure you do your stretching exercises, safely, every day. Enough so I'll probably be able to go to college. Now let me get the lifeguards to haul you out of the water." Soon we were on our way to Papa Pepperoni's, the local pizza hangout, where I got mobbed by kids we both knew. As I munched proper teenage food, a heartburn special with extra cheese, I was forced to tell the story of what happened, and what my future held. "Geez, Sam, that sounds pretty rough. A whole year on your butt." Bobby was not the brightest kid I knew, but he had a good heart, and cared about people. I nodded, between bites. "And then another year and more surgery? like how are you going to survive that long?" Tia gave him a "Shut up" look. I shook my head and looked at the pizza. "I haven't tried to face it. I don't know how I'll manage, but Tia here," I hugged her, "Says I'll survive or she'll kill me." She kissed me, and a bunch of the kids made disgusting noises. "Besides, it's not like I can run away." That got me groans and raspberries. When we got home, all I wanted to do was drag myself into bed and sleep. Tia was not easily persuaded, so I spent an hour doing my exercises, under her very watchful eye, and was sound asleep before she finished tucking me in. The next week was almost a copy of that day. But once I showed the lifeguards that I could swim and float fine without the stupid life vest, swimming really became fun. The odd position of my feet seemed to have little effect on my speed, and by the end of the week Tia was complaining because she could not keep up with me. Except for the flip turns at the ends, and my having to crawl or be lowered into the water, I felt I was swimming as well as any of the competition types spending their summer practicing. I was ecstatic when Dr. Sutton finally told me I was healed enough to swim at the outdoor pool, and Tia made party plans. When we arrived at the park, almost the entire group of kids we hung around with at school were waiting. I was glad they held off on the picnic until after swimming. I would have sunk like a rock from all the food I ate. Tia still made me do my exercises that evening. I was beginning to feel like I was going to survive being stuck in a wheelchair when the school district told my father that I was being transferred across town to a different high school, because that was where they could provide services for "special needs" students. Away from Tia and my friends. That started a war. I told everyone I would not go anywhere except to the local school. The district said that I would be truant if I didn't follow their instructions. I got really depressed. Tia organized our friends to picket the school board meeting. The problem, as it was finally stated, was that our school was not handicap accessible, and they were afraid of being sued because I could not safely exit the school in an emergency. Or use most of the washrooms. "If Samuel was on crutches, it would be different. But in a wheelchair, he won't be able to get around. And district rules are clear. East is a much newer facility, and was designed to be accessible. So he will have to go there." It was exactly four weeks before school was due to start. Dad's lawyer, Jerry, filed suit, but Jerry told us that it would be October before we would even get a hearing. I cried myself to sleep that night. After refusing to do my exercises. In the morning, Dad tried to get me up for breakfast. "Sam, Tia will be coming over at ten, and I have to go to work. I'll talk with Jerry to see if there are any other options." "I'm not getting up. And I'm not hungry." Dad shrugged and left. When Tia came up to my room later, I was staring at the ceiling.. "Sam, time to get up." She looked at me, and I could see the worry. "No. I'm not getting up. And I'm not hungry. To them I'm just a piece of defective furniture, and if I won't get stacked with the other broken stuff, as far as they are concerned, I can be thrown away." I rolled over and faced the wall. "You don't deserve to waste your time with me. Go out and find a boyfriend that can take you out without needing help." "Sam, come on, it's not like that. You're my friend, and I'm doing this because I want to, not because of pity." "Then be a friend and leave me alone to wither away in peace." I stuffed my head under the pillow. I didn't hear her leave, and finally the tears came and I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, Tia was sitting there, watching me. "Feeling better?" Her voice was strained, and there were tear-streaks on her face. I shook my head. "You father wants me to take you to the hospital. We're all scared that you are?well?going to hurt yourself." I looked away. I had been considering just that. "So are you going to get up and get going, or do I call the nice men in the white coats to come and get you?" "They wouldn't want me." She gave me a raspberry. "But I'm not cut out to go on a hunger strike. So for the moment, you win. FEED ME!" She laughed and helped me get dressed. "Hey, I wanted food, not clothes." "I'm taking you out for lunch. At a real restaurant. And then I'm taking you shopping. You can't go to school looking like a beach-party reject." "What's wrong with shorts and an old T shirt?" "A lot, if you don't want to freeze when it starts getting cooler. So quit complaining and lets go. I'm starved." Lunch was at an Italian restaurant that we could never have afforded if it wasn't on the insurance company. Tia made me stop before I burst, pointing out that she was planning on my trying on clothes, and didn't want to be embarrassed when I detonated and sprayed processed lasagna all over. I got the hint. As we were leaving, I heard someone shout "Hey T, long time, no hugs!" I spun my chair around to watch Tia launch herself into the arms of, well, someone. She looked like a cross between a hard-core biker and a tattoo parlor. But whoever she was, she was someone Tia knew well, and was very glad to see. When they finally pried themselves apart, Tia introduced her big friend. "Sam, meet Jody, my former best, older, adopted step-sister. Jody, meet Sam, my best friend and traveling companion.? We shook hands. I immediately decided that arm-wrestling her would be suicide. "Sam and I are headed clothes shopping. Are you going to be in town for a while?" Jody nodded. "Got a job, at least for a while, where they're building the new addition to Westfields Mall. Should keep me here for a year or so." She looked skeptically at me. "Um, like that push-cart of hers is kinda skimpy for the two of you. How are you getting where you are headed?" Tia explained our contract with the cab company. "Heck, I'm headed that way, and she's small enough to fit in my truck between us. I can put her chair in the back." We both stared at her. "Um, Jody, I hate to break this to you, but Sam is short for Samuel. As in Boy." Jody looked at me, and turned red beneath her over- decorated tan. "Sorry 'bout that. Its just that, well..." Tia looked like she was about to run away. "See, last time I saw T, she?well?preferred girls, and since you look pretty damn good,..." I stared at Tia, who was a rather strange shade of pink. "Sam, I..." It was so off-the-wall it hit a nerve, and I started to laugh. A real, honest, let-it-out-laugh. Something I had not done in quite a while. By the time I got my composure back, Tia and Jody were stuffing me into a huge pickup truck. With my chair bouncing around in the bed, we headed across town as Tia explained what had happened to me. And that I often was made fun of because we looked so much alike. Instead of the mall where I thought we were headed, we pulled off into a parking lot, and Jody turned off the ignition. "Sam, you mean the only reason you are still in that chair is because your feet are stuck like that?" Tia and I stared at her. "Sam can't walk on his toes, and they can't fit him with even special shoes until his tendons are lot's longer." "Wanna bet?" We stared at her. "T, really, sometimes you worry me. Let's detour and get Sammy here on her feet." She refused to elaborate, and I wondered why she still used the feminine pronoun when addressing me. When we were back on the road, I saw we headed off towards the seedier side of town. "Hicky's is a really great place to shop, just don't go there after dark." Tia gasped, and I gave her a puzzled look. I had never heard of the place. "And they've got the cutest leather outfits that T would just die to wear." T turned bright red, and started squirming in her seat, and nibbling on my ear. Now I was getting really curious. There was a large thump as we drove over a curb, and up to a parking place in front of what looked like an adult book store. "Don't mind the signs about under 18 not allowed. We're all eighteen, right?" As they unloaded my chair, I pictured myself in handcuffs on the evening news. After gently seating me, they rolled me inside. On one side was an adult bookstore. The other looked like a boutique?if everything you wore was either leather or rubber. When I spied the collection of chains and restraints, I added steel to the list. I was getting nervous, but Tia seemed, well, almost entranced by the strange apparel. I tried to wheel myself back towards the door when I saw her pick up a leather and metal collar and try it on. Jody quickly grabbed the handles of my wheelchair, and calling to Tia, propelled me towards the back of the store. Tia was still wearing the collar when we were approached by a big, muscular guy that looked like he belonged running a dungeon. "Jody, T, long time no see!" He easily picked both of them up, one in each arm, and gave them rib-crushing hugs. He put Jody down, but kept his grip on Tia. "I thought you had given up on the scene." He fondled the collar. "But damn, you look good like that." She smiled, and I almost swear she purred. He set Tia down and grabbed Jody. "And you, I've missed your bad attitude for too long. And I owe you something from our last get-together." Jody blanched and tried to break free, but in a blink he had her over his knee and was giving her a sound paddling. The louder she wailed, the more he smiled. I wondered what was happening to my peaceful existence. The spanking soon ended, and Jody started doing a war-dance trying to soothe her sore bottom Tia and I hugged while Jody recovered. The big guy took the interlude to do introductions. "Most of my customers call me Sir, but my real name is Monty." He smiled a gold and silver-toothed smile. "Jody and I go way back. And I've known Tia since Jody rescued her from a couple of street people when she was ten." I perked up rapidly. Tia had steadfastly refused to discuss her history, and I knew she was living in a foster home. "So I know Tia and Jody, but you're a new girl around here. What brings you to my humble shop?" I started to mumble an answer when Tia drowned me out, and gave him the whole ugly story. "So Jody brought you to me." He looked at my chair. And my feet. Jody quit dancing around and separated Tia and me. "Monty, do you still have those incredible high-heel fetish boots that no one could walk in?" I stared at Jody as Monty's face broke into a grin, and he hopped up and headed to the back of the shop. "Shit, I should have thought about this place long ago!" I stared at Tia as Jody patted her on the head. "Too much normal living, little one. That'll teach you to forget your old friends." She was smiling as Tia jumped up and hugged her. I heard Monty returning. When I saw what he was carrying, I gasped out loud. In his arms were several pairs of knee- high black leather boots, with towering heels. "Hey, those are women's boots!" That got me a really strange look from Monty, then a canary-eating grin. "Aha, so Sam is not short for Samantha. I should have figured Jody would be up to something." "Cool it, Monty, and see if you have a pair that fits her." "But those are for a woman." "Do you care, if they get you out of that wheelchair and back on your feet?" I stared at her. "Sam, try them. Jody's right." While I was gaping at Tia, she pulled off the socks that were covering my feet and mangled ankles. Monty handed her a pair of stockings, and a moment later the thin nylon coverings were being tugged into place by both Tia and Jody. They were followed by a pair of the boots that was quickly determined to be too large. The second set fit like they were made for me. The insides were padded, and I watched in fascination as the boots were laced firmly onto my feet. "Sam, forget what they look like, just support yourself on us and try to walk a little." Tia and Jody helped me to stand, and I felt like I was on stilts. But I was, although shakily, standing. With great care I managed to take tiny steps, finding I had to walk by swiveling and rolling my hips to keep from tripping. I could feel some pain, but it was quickly forgotten as the rush from walking for the first time in months took over. I stumbled, and as I pitched forward, they caught me and carried me to a nearby couch. When I started to cry they were afraid I had hurt myself, until they realized they were tears of happiness. "I can do it Tia, I can walk, and that means I can go to school with you and..." She hugged me. "And you can quit thinking the world had come to an end." I looked at her and burst back into tears. When things finally dried out, I looked at my feet. "But these make me look like a, a prostitute, or..." "So what?" "But I'm a boy, and boys don't wear..." The expression of mirth on Monty's face made me fall silent. "I hate to break this to you, but I have a lot of male customers that would give a years salary to be able to wear boots like that. And only a couple of them are gay." My mouth fell open, and Tia started to giggle. "And I bet that Jody has some plans on changing your wardrobe." Tia snuggled next to me. "Sam, don't worry about what people will think. Monty's right, and well, I am really more attracted to girls, and the idea of my boyfriend in girl's clothing turns me on." She emphasized this by sticking her tongue in my ear and sliding my hand up under her shirt. I rapidly was going into overload, and almost hurt myself when she quivered as my hand cupped one of her breasts. We stayed like that for a bit, until I returned to the present and realized that we were being watched with great amusement by Monty and Jody. Tia seemed unflustered, but I tried to curl up in embarrassment. "Hey, don't let us interrupt your fun." "But I don't want to wear girls clothes!" Tia plastered her self against me. And put my hand back on her breast. "Please?" Between her tongue licking my neck and my valiant attempt to rip my undies, I found myself agreeing to let her do it "just this once." Twenty minutes later I was regretting agreeing to anything. Tia and Jody decided to "give me the works" straight out of Monty's collection. And at Jody's suggestion, Tia stripped naked and squeezed herself into a similar outfit. Part of me was so horny I couldn't think. The other part was wondering if I had lost my mind.. I was dressed in, or at least wearing, the boots, a long, soft leather skirt that was so tight I had about a foot of knee room. Under that was a funny elastic and leather pair of underwear called a gaff that squashed everything up and out of the way. Then they added some kind of leather corset that was laced way too tight, and that had heavy, cool pads that gave me a girl's chest. Topping all this was a fitted leather blouse that barely covered the corset.. Tia pulled my hair out of the pony-tail and brushed it so it flowed around my face. When they carried me to a mirror, I almost screamed. There was no indication that I was a boy. A second glance said I was for sale, or at least rent. And I wanted to get to know me better. Which hurt, in the strange underwear. Tia was wearing similar boots with a much lower heel, patterned stockings, and a tightly laced black leather mini- dress that showed her leather panties and garters if she moved too quickly. Monty was eyeing me hungrily. "Where have you been all my life, little girl?" I tried to jump back, and wound up being caught by Jody as I fell over. She and Tia were laughing so hard it was infectious. Tia used my credit card to pay for everything, and they set me in my chair and wheeled me out to Jody's truck. A couple of hard-hats were headed out of the bookstore, and offered Jody five hundred dollars to rent the pair of us for the day. I started to panic, but Jody stuffed me in the truck as Tia gave them a eyeful of undies. Moments later Tia jumped into the truck, and we roared out of the parking lot. 'They thought I, I mean we, were..." "Two hot pieces of ass," Jody was laughing, ?And they would have gotten one hell of a surprise when you finally dropped your gaff." I cringed in horror. Tia got close and personal, and it felt so good. I quit worrying, and concentrated on returning the favor. When we stopped, I saw we were parked in front of a hospital supply place. "Time to get you some crutches." The young guy at the counter nearly ruined himself trying to provide superior service, and get a date, and an older woman, who was apparently the manager, eyed us like we were preparing to do business out of her showroom. But I was on my own two feet, assisted by a very expensive set of custom-fitted forearm crutches and Tia, as I left the showroom. Jody, pushing my now empty wheelchair, followed us out. I still was unable to get into the truck without help, and my legs were aching, but I felt like shouting "Look at me", despite the funny clothes. That changed when we stopped at a beauty salon. "Um, Tia, like this is a one-time thing, and..." They set up my chair and rolled me inside. Tia's nibbling on my ear was unfair tactics. Jody whispered something to the woman at the reception desk, and I was quickly rolled to a station, where three women descended upon me. Tia told me to be quiet and take it like a woman, which confused me enough that they were able to begin on my hair and nails as I gaped at her. She got the station next to mine. Jody said she was going elsewhere to watch a movie. I wanted to scream that I was a boy and this was some sort of plot, but looking the way I did, I was afraid I would get arrested, or something. When one of the women started washing my hair and massaging my scalp, it was so comforting that I quickly relaxed, and fell soundly asleep. When Tia awakened me, she was smiling. "Well, sis, you came out a lot better than even I thought you would." She turned the chair so I could look in the mirror. It was the clothes that finally convinced me that I was the hot babe in the mirror. They had given my hair highlights, and it was a mass of soft, shining curls. Tia's was done up the same way. We did look almost like sisters. After Tia finished trying to give me mouth to mouth resuscitation, I mused more like kissing cousins. I guessed that she had already paid, as she helped me into my wheelchair, and rolled me outside to where Jody was waiting. "Wow!" She eyed the pair of us. "I better go hide in the woodwork with the two of you around." We both gave her raspberries. "Well, get in, we've still got more shopping to do." Tia helped me into the truck, and soon, we were parked in front of the main entrance to Westfields. And I realized that I looked like someone off Baywatch and most of our friends shopped here. "Tia, I can't do this. If someone recognizes me I'm dead meat. I'll never be able to show my face at school again." She and Jody gave me sympathetic looks. "Sam, at school the boots are going to get you a lot of strange looks and comments. But without them you won't be able to go to school with me, and you'll be stuck in that wheelchair for months. Besides, you won't be wearing that leather outfit much longer anyway. We're here to get you some normal clothes." "And if anyone asks, just tell them that when you dress up like that it makes Tia all hot and bothered. That'll confuse 'em." I didn't like Jody's suggestion, but Tia nodded and licked her lips. And then licked mine. Ouch. "Besides, I doubt greatly if anyone will have a clue it's you in that outfit." That, I could agree with. I didn't recognize myself. What everyone forgot about entirely was that in the wheelchair, and accompanied by Tia, anyone with half a brain would recognize me. So, carrying my crutches, and pushed by Tia, we headed into the mall. And ran smack into a group of kids our age who were on the way out. "Wow, Tia, hot outfit!" Andy was a jock from our school that was always trying to get between me and Tia. "Glad to see you finally dumped that wimp Sam and...oh... um...oh. Shit!" He was staring at me as his voice faded away. I had nowhere to hide, so I simply smiled at him. He looked like he swallowed a bug. While he was recovering his voice, Jody and Tia wheeled me inside. "If he does anything stupid I'll pound him into paste," Jody was smiling?sort of. The whole group followed us in. Erica spoke up. "Er, Sam, like that's a killer outfit, but..." Tia took the lead. "We found Sam a pair of boots that will let her walk with crutches, which means she can stay at West. And since they looked so cool, we decided to get her a matching outfit." She helped me stand and showed me off like a mannequin. "And like I couldn't let her look better than me, so I got a little black dress myself." She did a vamp and I could hear a couple of the guys whistle, followed by their girlfriends making "touch and you die" comments. Tia gently helped me back into the wheelchair, then turned to her friend. "And this is my former best older adopted step-sister, Jody. So behave yourself or she'll give you a spanking you'll enjoy." Jody was almost as tall as Andy, who was eyeing her warily. I was trying to fathom why Tia was still referring to me as a girl. But so far I hadn't been creamed. And I sure was in no position to run away. "Anyway, we're here to get Sam a back-to-school wardrobe. Care to join us shopping?" Andy muttered something about feeling ill, and headed back outside. All of the others except Erica begged off, saying they were shopped out and heading for the park. She also said, as soon as the others left, that Andy was sort of her date, and she was glad to dump him. "So where are you headed? Stallones?" "Would you believe, the Lingerie Loft, then Gloria's Gear?" "Wow. This I've gotta see." I felt like I was a complete fool for letting them do this to me. But I was no longer glued to the damn wheelchair either. It turned out that we needed to get some clothes, so we could get some underwear, so I could get some clothes. Huh? Erica and Tia told me not to worry. They just didn't specify what I was not supposed to worry about. So we spent about ten minutes in a department store getting me measured for a basic blouse and skirt. Which made me look like a very flat girl, since the undies from Hicky's were way too radical. "Don't worry love, you'll have your boobs back shortly." I stared at Tia, and cringed when I realized she knew what I was thinking. So back to the Lingerie Loft. I had often drooled over the displays in the window, and hinted to Tia that she'd look awesome in some of their stuff. Now I was going to get to see the place from the inside. I had a strange feeling I would be modeling some of the same silky things for Tia. The first clerk refused to serve us when she found I was really a boy. The owner read her the riot act, and was glad to help. Especially when Tia mentioned that I needed a complete wardrobe. "Hey, I was just going along with you on this. I need some real clothes for school!" Tia wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Samantha dear, now I've got you in skirts, I'm not letting you go." She gave me a kiss that left me twitching, and licked my ear. It was unfair tactics. "We get quite a few men in here buying lingerie for themselves. But you're the prettiest I've ever seen. You're sure you're a boy?" She stroked my hair. This did not help my cause at all. Tia and Jody made suggestions, and the lady played fetch. The overly tight "shaper brief" that Jody and Tia squeezed me into squashed everything out of sight. And made me hurt whenever I thought about squeezing Tia into some of their more daring outfits. At least they didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a complete bimbo out of me. I wound up with lots of plain cotton stuff that was really soft, and some comfortable, sort-of sports bras, that would stay in place while holding a pair of silicone breast forms that gave me a figure only a bit less prominent than Tia's. The more I tried to protest, the more racy stuff Tia tried on for herself, causing me serious moral problems. Not to mention pain. When I was wheeled out of the store, Jody had to take a load of packages out to her truck, and Erica was making debutante comments. The manager gave us a twenty percent discount. Tia was carrying some of her purchases, saying she was going to get something less slinky to wear. We met up with Jody at Gloria's. Here, we found several more kids from school catching up on the sales. Sue and her boyfriend ogled us, and he made a bunch of snickering noises. I wanted to hide under the wheelchair. Sue's "Hey Tommy, I wonder how you'd look in a mini?" caused him to shut up fast. Especially, when she made it sound so convincing. This was not a good sign. Jody commandeered a dressing room, and soon I was up to my ears in skirts and sweaters and other things that belonged on Tia, not me. Every time I was rolled out and helped to my feet, it seemed there were more of the kids from school watching. I figured I was going to die of embarrassment before we were finished. I was not that lucky. When we finally headed out to Jody's truck, it took Erica, Tia, and Karen and her boyfriend Scott to carry everything. Very little of which was Tia's. I was now dressed in a long, soft skirt, incredibly soft cotton turtleneck, and, of course, the boots. I wondered whether it would be Dad or Mom that had the first heart attack. Then I almost had one when we headed for Papa Pepperoni's for dinner. But being able to maneuver, even with help, to our regular spot up on one of the raised platforms made it seem almost worthwhile. I got my favorite bench, with Tia on one side and Jody on the other. It took about ten minutes till our whole crowd seemed to appear from nowhere to join us. The girls all said I looked good, and one of the guys commented I had a better figure than his girlfriend, which got him slugged. Even if it was true. A loud beeping made Jody curse. Two minutes later she had transferred all our stuff inside, and was headed off to some emergency at work. She was replaced by Jeremiah, who was eyeing me like I was dinner. Which was scary, because Jeremiah was both a football lineman and openly gay. "Hey, why didn't you tell me, like?where have you been all my life?" I felt my world start to collapse just before he lost his straight face and broke out laughing. "Okay, Okay, they put me up to this." He pointed to a couple of Tia's and my friends, who were giggling. "But you are kinda cute..." I stuck out my tongue at him, and barely got it back before he took up the offer. Tia was almost on the floor laughing. When the pizzas arrived, the harassment stopped, and I was amazed that no one was being really mean. The conversation moved from my clothes to what classes people were going to take, and loud laments that it was unfair to waste our childhood attending school. Tia insisted in calling me Samantha, and by the time everyone was stuffed, I was answering to that name as readily as to Sam. The guys seemed a bit nervous around me, except for Jeremiah, who asked me for a date. Most of the girls thought it was cool, especially when Tia demonstrated how much she liked the look by getting close and personal. But they all helped us get our stuff outside to load into a cab. Tia, and Erica, who accompanied us home, had barely managed to get everything into my room before Mom and Dad got home. They were probably the only people in town that didn't know I was being turned into a coed by my girlfriend. So when Tia and Erica announced to them that the "new and improved" Sam was about to make a debut, they were sitting relaxed in the living room. The girls had updated my makeup, making it look much more wholesome, and brushed out my hair. So, with one on each side to catch me if I stumbled, I slowly maneuvered on the crutches into the living room. There was a moment of silence, followed by a scream as Mom jumped up to hold me "Sam, you're walking..." I had to lean on her for support. Dad was still staring. Tia retrieved the wheelchair so I could get off my feet. She helped Mom lower me back to a sitting position. Mom seemed unable to say anything. Finally Dad managed to find his voice. "What are you doing in a skirt?" He took a breath. "And why are you done up like Anne for a date?" He was starting to sputter, and I was afraid he was going to blow his cool. "What's this about me and a date?" Anne came into the living room. And stared at me. "Oh my God! Sam, you've come out of the closet!?" I managed to gurgle, and Dad sat back in his chair with an "Oh Shit" "He's not gay!" Tia was bright red. "Even when Jeremiah hit on her, she didn't do anything..." She turned redder as she realized she was making things worse. "THAT Jeremiah saw him like this? He's been out in public?" "The whole gang had a late snack at Papa Pepperoni's, so relax." Erica added her two cents. "Besides, I think she's cute." "QUIET!" Mom screamed at all of us. "Everyone shut up and sit down." Dad started to say something, and Mom made threatening gestures. She turned to me. "Samuel, what is going on, why are you dressed like your sister, and why is your friend referring to you as a girl?" I made some attempt to shrug, but she wasn't buying it. "No excuses, NOW!" So I held tight to Tia, and started at the beginning. By the time I was finished, Dad looked like he wanted to throw me out of the house, or throw up. Anne had laughed herself silly, and Mom was unable to do more than shake her head and state, "When your father and I were your age, no one did things like this." Dad nodded violently, "And you don't care?" I held onto Tia for emotional support. And pulled myself painfully up onto my feet. "Two months ago, the doctors told me it would be years before I could walk again. Tia and Jody found me these boots. They were right, I'd run around naked, wearing a propeller on my head if it would let me walk on my own." I sank back down in pain. "It is, I think, a bit squirrely to dress up like a girl. But it's comfortable, and my girlfriend says she likes me better like this." I paused. "And I'm going to look and move like a girl in these boots anyway, so I guess it makes some sort of weird sense to complete the outfit." Dad was shaking his head. "I think the accident has warped your thinking." Mom was shaking her head. "If she was thinking, she'd realize how silly this is, I mean..." Mom just tapered off to silence. Anne started to giggle. "Um, Mom, Sam's my brother, not my sister." "And there is no way I'm going to not wear these boots if they're the only way I can walk. So get used to me looking strange." Tia hugged me. "Well, I guess since almost the whole school knows by now Sam's gone totally whacko and decided to change sex, I guess I'd better treat her as my sister, so I don't get totally confused." Anne joined Tia. "And what's so bad about dressing like a girl? Mom, Tia, and I do it every day." Dad looked like he was going start beating his head against the wall. "Doesn't it matter that he's supposed to be our son, and your brother?" He pointed at Tia "Or her BOYfriend." Tia smiled. "I like her just the way she is." "What are you, some sort of weird lesbian?" Tia's grinning nods caused Dad to get up and head out of the house. Mom just shook her head, and managed to stand up. "I'm going to go to bed. Anne, you're in charge. Sam, or whatever you are right now, make sure you eat and do your exercises. And Tia, stay out of her bed. His bed. Never mind. Don't either of you do anything to get pregnant. Goodnight." She staggered up the stairs and we heard a door slam. Followed by a theatrically screamed, "Why Me Lord, I've been a good mother..." "Sam, remember, don't do anything to get pregnant..." Anne was trying to hold a straight face, but soon she was having trouble breathing because she was laughing so hard. "Um, Samantha, I think your mother just said we could sleep together if we don't..." She had a really friendly look on her face, and I got some interesting twinges in my undies. "I have to do my exercises." "I can think of a lot of other fun exercises. So eat lightly, I don't want you to fall asleep too soon." Anne made some gagging noises, and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. After we ate, and Tia had finished her daily abuse of my feet, she propelled me towards my room. She hollered to Anne, "If you hear any passionate screaming, applaud." Anne gave her a thumbs up, and as soon as Tia had rolled me inside, she closed and locked the door. I woke the next morning feeling incredibly relaxed. Tia was snuggled against me, smiling, and felt so warm and soft... She helped me get dressed in some of my new clothes, and borrowed some for herself. When she wheeled me out the door, Mom, Dad, and Anne were waiting at the table for us. I guess there was no mistaking the satisfied look on our faces. "I'm jealous. Mom and Dad won't even let me stay out past midnight," Anne was giggling. "Did you two...?" Mom looked worried. "Don't worry, Samantha isn't going to get pregnant. And no, we didn't. At least not what you are thinking, did we?" She bent down to give me a kiss, so I pulled her onto my lap and returned the favor. "Samuel, we have a rule in this house about sleep-overs." Dad looked peeved. "Hey, you let me have girlfriends stay over, why not Samantha?" Dad gave Anne a strange look and clamped his jaw shut. "Well, breakfast is getting cold." Mom had the right idea. And I was hungry after all that exercise. When we were finished, Mom asked us what our plans were for the day. "We're going to meet the rest of the gang at the park, and go swimming, and there's supposed to be a free concert later at the town square, so..." "WAIT A MINUTE!" Anne and Tia jumped, and I spilled some of my milk. "Who said you were going out dressed like that!" Dad was turning a bit purple. Before I could say anything, Tia was in his face. "Samantha's spent too much time cooped up like a prisoner this summer. Everyone is expecting her. And if anyone makes fun of her, there are a whole bunch of us that will make their lives really unpleasant. Besides, it's looks like a perfect day to show off her new swimsuit." All Dad could manage to do was sputter. "NO daughter of mine is going to show off a new suit until I have given it my approval." Mom made her point really clear. Then looked terribly embarrassed. So she and Dad argued while Tia took me back to my room and helped me change into the suit. It was a full coverage competition type, with an added skirt that concealed the extra bulges in the crotch. Tia had her purchases with her, so she put on the radical thong and string outfit that had caused me much discomfort in the store. Anne said she was jealous of Tia's suit. Mom told Anne that if she tried one that skimpy she would be locked in her room, and everyone, even Dad, agreed that my suit was conservative. When he pointed out that I would have tan lines, I shrugged. "So will all the other girls." He looked ill. "Don't I have some say in all this?" Dad finally whined at us. "I mean he's my...child, and..." "So give her a hug and your support, and us a lift to the park." Tia didn't bat an eyelid. If she had, I was afraid some of her suit might fall off. Dad didn't say a word the entire trip. We wore our suits under our clothes, and I carried my crutches. He stayed and watched as Tia wheeled me down to where everyone was gathered. It was a long time before he drove away. After being looked over by everyone, I wound up watching and drooling as Tia and the others played several games of swimsuit volleyball. And her?s was not the most daring suit. Owww.... I was surprised when Jeremiah and Chuck, who I knew was, not in the slightest, gay, having tried to get my sister into bed several times, came over and sat by me. I wondered if I was safe, but we were in public... "Sam, you're sure you're not at least a little bit bi?" I shook my head at Jeremiah. "Darn, you'd make a great date. So how did your parents react?" They both listened as I gave a blow-by-blow account, making sure not to leave out Tia's spending the night. "God, I wish my parents had been that understanding when I came out to them." I stared at Jeremiah. "I got tossed out on my ear and it took three weeks before Dad would even talk to me on the telephone." I didn't know he had been thrown out of his house. "It took six months of counseling for all of us before he accepted that it wasn't something he or mom did, and that I wasn't some sort of pervert." He looked sad. "Dad's still not okay with what I am, but we've learned to communicate with each other. Mom's better with it, but she still thinks it's something that can be cured." I gave him a hug, which surprised both of us. Chuck looked me over again. "Jeremiah asked me to meet you, after I made some comments that you must be one sick puppy to be dressing like a girl and liking it. But if I didn't know you, I'd never guess, and when he explained about the boots and your being able to walk, well, I guess I owe you an apology." I eyed him warily. "Not all jocks are assholes. Just the fact that you are fighting so hard to get better makes you a better person than a lot of the guys on the team. Most of them would have just given up. Or been too afraid to be different." He patted Jeremiah on the back. "Like when we pounded on Jeremiah because he was gay, and instead of calling the cops, he came back to the team and proved that gay didn't mean anything about sportsmanship. So some of us are not as bad as we seem." He stared hungrily at me again. "Damn, you look a lot like Anne." "She IS my sister." "Oh, yeah..." He looked like he liked the taste of his own toenails. "Hey, looks like everyone's getting ready to go swimming." I turned to Jeremiah: "Care to help a girl get out of her clothes?" Both he and Chuck sputtered, and turned several interesting shades of pink. The two of them basket-carried me down to the pool. And one of them gently pinched my butt. What worried me is I couldn't tell which one. But the water was really warm, and I liked the feel of the suit, so I had better things to do. It was early afternoon when everyone decided they were either waterlogged or done medium-well. So most of them headed for the showers to change, and Jeremiah used the wash-down hose to rinse me off before he carried me back to where I had left my chair and clothes. I tensed when he held me against him, and he chuckled. "Still don't understand that being gay doesn't make me a psycho rapist?? I turned red, and managed to relax. And after all it didn't feel that bad to be held by him. I think I air-dried faster than the others could towel off. So I was ready for Tia to put my boots back on when she came out of the dressing rooms. We caught a ride with one of the older kids, and the whole group wound up at the Peanut Gallery. Since I couldn't stand up long enough to play the pinball games, I opted to munch caramel corn and feed some to Tia, who seemed happy to sit on my lap and snuggle. When some older kids we didn't know made a couple of nasty comments about lesbians, I got scared. They got the bums' rush from Chuck and Jeremiah, who were making comments about playing miniature golf with their balls. Everyone was full of popcorn and hot-dogs and empty on quarters when Erica said it was time for the concert. So it was back on the road again, this time to the town square. The band, which turned out to be from the city, was still setting up. When the music started it got crazy. I think every teenager in the area that liked to dance was there. I felt bad that I couldn't dance with Tia, but she seemed content to stay with me. There was also half the local police department present, which meant that there was very little drinking, and few other problems. The only attention I attracted was that I was a person in a wheelchair, which made me different. By the time the concert was over at ten, I was thoroughly tired of sympathy. Real or plastic. Anne was there with Dad's car, so she gave us a ride back to the house. She had danced herself into a frazzle, and was too tired to drive and talk, so the only information we got was that Mom and Dad were certain I had lost my marbles. They had thought that several times before, so I figured they'd get over it. Tia spent the night with me, this time much more quietly. We were too bushed to do more than snuggle. Mom woke us way too early, and made comments about protection when she realized how entwined we were under the covers. "Sam, your father and I agree that you need some help." I cringed. "So we have scheduled an appointment for you with a psychologist for this morning. She wants to meet Tia too, so I will drive both of you to the appointment. We need to leave in a little over an hour, so you both need to get showered and dressed." Tia and I looked at each other after she left. "Care to have someone wash your back?" We almost ran out of hot water. Mom gave us a "your mother knows what you were doing in there" look when Tia rolled me into the kitchen for breakfast. So we smiled at her. "Guilty as charged." Mom turned red, and muttered something about gray hairs. At our destination, Mom helped Tia set up my wheelchair, and I was almost able to get out of the car myself. So I was wheeled inside an office building, and we took the elevator to an upper floor. The sign on the door read "Nagle and Associates Dr. Cynthia Nagle, MD, Ph.D." "Mom, do I have to?" "It's that, or your father is going to wind up in a locked ward. With me following him." We got the hint. The receptionist asked who we were there to see. "We have a ten o'clock appointment with Dr. Nagle." The receptionist looked at her calendar. "Are you meeting your son here? The appointment is for your son and his girlfriend." Mom looked a bit green. "One of them," she motioned to us, "is my son." The receptionist gave mom a raised eyebrows look. "Oh, sorry. Cynthia didn't say anything about your son being transgendered." She looked us over carefully. "Wow. Which one of them is your son?" I didn't know if it was a compliment to me, or an insult to Tia. Mom walked over and patted me on the head. "This one," she shook her head, "or he was until a few days ago." The receptionist giggled, and handed Mom a clipboard and a sheaf of papers to fill out. Mom was still filling out the paperwork when the receptionist told us that Dr. Nagle was ready to meet us. So she escorted the three of us into a large office, where we met Dr. Nagle for the first time. She was quite a bit older than Mom, with long gray hair and a winning smile. "Please, everyone have a seat," she chuckled. "Well, unless you brought yours with you." I grimaced at the joke. "From what you and your husband said on the telephone, all of a sudden your son's girlfriend has turned him into your second daughter. And instead of objecting, he seems to be enjoying being a girl. Your husband thinks he has lost his marbles, and you think he's snapped from the stress of his accident." Mom nodded. "So it's safe to assume that Samuel is the girl in the wheelchair, and his girlfriend is the one standing next to him." We all nodded. "Well, Samuel, how do you prefer to be addressed? Your mother says you call yourself Samantha..." "I don't call myself anything. Tia's got everyone else calling me Samantha, but most of them stick with Sam. Which is what everyone has always called me." She wrote something down. "Do you object to being called Samantha?" I shrugged. "It's sort of weird, but dressed like this it makes sense. I really don't care, as long as people treat me the same." "The same?" "The same as before my accident." She looked thoughtful. "I think I need to talk to your mother for a couple of minutes. So if you two will wait outside, I'll call for you when I'm ready." Tia wheeled me out of the office. "Sam, what does transgendered mean?" I looked up at her. "Haven't the foggiest, but the doctor didn't seem at all concerned about how I'm dressed." The receptionist was obviously listening. "It takes a lot to shock Dr. Nagel." Her voice was light and friendly. "And you are not the first boy to come in wearing a skirt, accompanied by a parent who thought their child had lost his mind." Tia and I looked at each other. "So relax. I have some candy here, and there is a soda machine in the lobby." Tia got some change from my purse, and disappeared out the door. She and I were busy doing a crossword puzzle when Mom, looking totally disconcerted , came out of Dr. Nagle's office, and Dr. Nagel invited both Tia and me inside. After a half a zillion questions to both of us, Dr. Nagel sent Tia out to wait with Mom, and commenced dissecting me. It was nearly one when she wheeled my remains out of her office. Mom and Tia looked worried, but I was sort-of smiling. She motioned to Mom to come in, and Tia gave me a long and soft hug. "Sam, what did she say?..." I gave Tia a kiss. "Other than that Mom and Dad are going to need a lot of counseling?" I stretched, "She says there's nothing seriously wrong with me, but I need to learn about myself and how I fit in with the world." "But I thought she was saying that you suffered from some sort of disorder that caused a lot of kids to hurt themselves..." "The kids that hurt themselves are not okay with who they are, or their needs. She says I'm fine with myself, and that my problems are going to be getting others, including my parents, to accept me." I paused to think. "She said that there are a very, very few people like myself that don't really think of themselves in terms of male and female. Which I guess drives most people up a wall, 'cause they can't understand it. People like Mom and Dad." "You don't look happy." "She warned me that many parents never accept children like me, and unless they do, I'm going to have a tough time for the next few years. She also said that your being a closet lesbian is part of why you and I have gotten along so well." Tia gave me an inquisitive look. "You weren't looking for a macho type boyfriend. You were looking for someone like yourself who was gentler and more interested in being friends than rubbing hormones together." That got me a lap full of warm and snuggly girlfriend. We stayed together for quite a while, until my legs started to go to sleep. Tia decided to have me do my stretching exercises while we waited, so I was sitting on the floor while she pried on my feet when Mom and the doctor came out. I answered the doctor's inquisitive look. "Physical therapy. I have to do it every day, and well, we got bored." Tia grabbed my boots and started to lace them on. As we left, my mom told us, "Doctor Nagel says that you don't really need a lot of help except in learning to live with yourself," she looked tired, "and she wants to see your father and me this afternoon. We also have to stop at a pharmacy to get some prescriptions filled, and I need to take something for a headache." She thanked the doctor, and as soon as I was ready, wheeled me out into the hall. "Mom, are you going to be okay?" She looked at me, and shook her head, then nodded. "She says you're both my son and my daughter, and that what you need is your father's and my support. And that Tia is not responsible for your acting like this, even though she got you started." We got on the elevator. "What scares me is that she said that you should go to school as Samantha, and that we are going to have to get a lawyer and a bunch of paperwork together to keep you from getting tossed out the first day." "No one is going to bother Sam. Heck, like half the kids already know she's going to school as a girl. And anyone that bothers her is going to find themselves as lunch-meat." "She says the kids won't be the problem. It will be the parents and teachers." The elevator opened and we headed for the car. "So is there somewhere you two want to go?" The weather looked good. "The park?" Mom stopped at a pharmacy on the way, and turned a bit red when she returned and handed each of us a small bag. "Doctor's orders." She drove off before we could look inside. So we waited until we were dropped off. Tia looked first, blushed scarlet, then got a wicked grin. I tried to match her colors when I checked my package. Inside each bag was a handbook on safe sex, and a box of condoms. Tia pulled out a handwritten note. Mine had the same note. "Please don't need these, but the doctor said that if you two are going to do something, at least you need to understand what can happen, and be prepared." It made for a really good laugh. "Um, how about tonight..." Tia was licking my ear. "I can wait till I'm a lot older and ready for that type of commitment. Can you?" She hugged me. "A girl can ask, can't she? I love you." She was smiling. "Besides, lesbians like us have better ways, right?" We got a lot of disapproving looks from adults as we played tongue-tag in the parking area until one of our friends saw us, and told us we were missing all the fun. I wond