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Tara's Prom By Janis Elizabeth I walked into my seventeen-year old daughter Mary's room that Saturday afternoon with a pile of her clothes and lingerie that had been freshly laundered and ironed. Little did I know of the surprise that would await me. No, it was not my daughter in bed with her boyfriend. To me, it was something even more surprising. There, in front of Mary's full length mirror, stood my son Tim, aged fifteen, his longish blond hair framing the features of his face, holding his sister's new prom gown in front of him with a dreamy expression on his face as he stared at his reflection. I stood there, in stunned silence, watching my son pose and posture like a girl, imagining that he was wearing the gown he was holding. It took a few minutes before Tim realized that he was no longer alone. The instant he saw me, the blood drained from his face and he started to tremble. He stood there, speechless for a few seconds, before he tried to stammer out an explanation. "Mom, this is not what you think. I just was curious about Mary's gown. I didn't mean any harm. I was just curious that's all." He then hung the gown back on Mary's closet door and tried to leave. However, I blocked the path of his escape. "Tim, we need to talk about this," I said. "First, help me put Mary's things away, and then we will discuss what has just happened here." While Tim put Mary's soft, silky intimate apparel away, I hung up her blouses, skirts, and dresses. I noticed that he seemed to caress Mary's intimates in a way that told me this was not his first time venturing into her room or touching her lingerie. Also, he seemed to know exactly in which drawer in her dresser to put her bras, her panties and slips, and her nightgowns, without any prompting from me. We left Mary's room and went to the kitchen where I fixed Tim a snack while we talked. I sat at the kitchen table with him and asked him about the scene I had just witnessed a few minutes before. Tim tried to tell me that he only wanted to see what he would look like in the prom gown. He really didn't mean to cause any trouble. This was the first time that he had ever done anything like that. I sat there and patiently listened to his defensive statements before I replied. "Tim, I don't think this was your first time in Mary's room with her clothes. You knew exactly which dresser drawer to open to put away the different items of Mary's lingerie. Mary has also commented that sometimes she feels that a blouse or a dress has been moved because it is not where she expects it to be in her closet. Now, tell me the truth. This wasn't just an incidental thing was it? You have been in Mary's room before, playing with her clothes, haven't you?" Tim hung his head in shame and did not look at me. He spoke quietly and slowly when he replied to my questions. "Mom, all of Mary's things seem so soft, even her underwear. When I compare her clothes to the plain cotton things I wear, especially the underwear, I just want to feel that softness close to my body. When I saw her new prom gown hanging on her closet door, I was simply overwhelmed. I just had to touch it and hold it, imagining how I would look in it. I'm sorry that I played with Mary's clothes and I promise I will never do it again." He was almost in tears when he finished. I looked at my son and realized that what he had done was something that just surprised me and was not any sort of crime. I told him that I was startled to see him standing there holding Mary's gown in front of him. I told him that he had always been a good son and had never given me a moment's trouble. "Tim, I know that you were sincere with your promise never to be into Mary's things again. I also know, from the various articles I have read, that keeping this kind of promise is almost impossible to achieve. If you like to wear soft, feminine clothes, maybe I can help you. I would not be upset with you if you did. However, before we go any further, I need to know if you want to simply dress as a girl, enjoying the softness of the feminine fashions or do you want to be a girl full- time and in all ways?" Tim looked up at me and said, "Mom, I just love the feel of the clothes. I do not want or need to be a girl full-time. I just want to occasionally dress as one and feel the softness of the lingerie against my skin. Helping me dress as a girl would be great, if you don't mind. However, sometimes, when I put on Mary's things, I think that it is wrong for a boy to want to dress in girl's clothes. People might think that I am a sissy or worse if they ever found out." I told Tim that no one would find out unless he wanted them to know. As far as I was concerned, it was all right for him to dress as a girl in the privacy of our own home. I then asked him if he would like to properly experience being dressed. He looked at me with those big blue eyes of his and simply nodded his head. We then went to my room where I told him to undress completely. At first, he seemed a little embarrassed and reluctant to be standing totally naked in front of his mother until I reminded him that I used to change his diapers and had seen it all. He then quickly and unashamedly undressed. I had him go into the bathroom and use the depilatory cream that was sitting on the counter. He was to use it everywhere except on his head and on his privates. When he had finished, I had him wait for a few minutes before getting into the shower. He was to wash everything and then shampoo his hair. As he dried himself, I wrapped a towel turban-style around his damp hair. I handed him my skin softener and lotion and said that he should use it on his now hairless and sensitive body. When he was done, he should come back into my room. Tim was there in no time flat. While he had been washing, I had gone and gotten a few things from Mary's room. Now, I handed him a white satin garter belt, which he neatly fastened around his waist. I handed him a pair of nylons and watched in amazement as he seated himself on my bed and carefully and quickly pulled them onto his legs and fastened them to his garters. "Mom, these nylons feel so much nicer now on my smooth skin," he said. White satin panties and a white satin bra were soon in place on his body. I had some of Mary's breast forms, from when she was starting to develop, which I put into the cups of the bra. Tim looked down on his girlish form with the B-sized breasts and gasped. "Will the rest of me look this good when you are done," he asked? I told him to wait and see. Tim also put a sanitary pad between his legs and properly tucked himself in. I helped him into a white satin waist nipper to help give him a more feminine waistline. It took a few seconds for him to get accustomed to the tightness of this garment and to be breathing properly. Over all of this, I had Tim put on a white satin, ankle-length full slip adorned with lace. His hands seemed to linger on the satin fabric covering his body once the slip was on. I then seated Tim at my vanity, facing away from the mirror, so that he wouldn't see his transformation while it was in process. Removing the towel from his hair, I quickly combed and sectioned it and put it on rollers. Soon his entire head was covered with various sized rollers, hair-net, and the plastic hair dryer bonnet. While his hair was drying, I did his makeup in a fashion that would be suitable for a fifteen-year old girl, including blush and pink lipstick. I then removed the dryer bonnet, net, and rollers, and styled his hair into a very pretty feminine style. Several squirts of hairspray and two hair clips placed on either side had the look complete. I then had my newly created daughter turn and look at herself in the mirror. She was amazed at what she saw. Looking back at her was the very image of a pretty teenager, her young breasts pushing out through the fabric of her bra and slip. While Tim was admiring his new persona, I bent down and helped to put his feet into three-inch heels. When she stood, she was a little unsteady at first. In a few minutes she was moving easier and walking comfortably in the heels. I then helped her into Mary's prom gown, a mint green satin dress with a square neckline, no sleeves, fitted to the waist and then flaring into a fuller skirt. I was just about to add some jewelry to complete her appearance when my daughter burst into the room, agitatedly complaining that she had to find a date at the last minute for the brother of her best girlfriend. Mary stopped short when she saw that I wasn't alone. It took a few seconds before she asked me, "Who is this girl and why is she wearing my new prom gown?" I looked Mary squarely in the eyes and said that this was her new little sister Tara. Mary was taken aback by my statement. She then looked closely at Tara for a few minutes before the realization set in for her. "Tim, is that really you?" Mary could not believe her eyes when Tim nodded in agreement. "You look so natural standing there in my prom gown. You are so very pretty. If Mom hadn't said you were my new little sister, I would not have known it was you. I did not even recognize you. Are you going to be my full-time or part-time little sister?" Tara stood there blushing in embarrassment that her older sister should find her dressed in a gown and think she was pretty. After another look, Mary said, "It doesn't matter whether it is full-time or part-time, I am so glad that I now have a little sister." With that, Mary reached out and gave Tara a big hug. Mary then showed Tara how to properly sit while wearing a gown, making sure to carefully smooth the skirt under her as she sat. Tara followed Mary's instructions to the letter and seated herself on my bed. Mary then turned back to me and continued with the lament that had brought her to my room in the first place. "Mom, Heather came to me today and said that her twin brother's date has to go out of town at the last minute with her parents. Heather pleaded with me to find Hugh a date for the prom next weekend. At this late date, I had no one to turn to. Until I came in here just now, I had no idea what I would do. Is Tara allowed to date or is she too young? Could she be Hugh's prom date? Would you let her go to the prom, especially if I insisted that Hugh would have to double date with John and I? Please, Mom, please let Tara help me out?" Tara had been sitting there, taking in Mary's entire plea. I looked first at Mary, then at Tara and then back to Mary before I spoke. "Mary, your idea to have Tara as Hugh's date is a good solution to Heather's problem. However, if I allow Tara to date, it is still her decision if she wants to go to the prom with Hugh. You will have to ask Tara directly. I do not speak for her and am not going to compel her to do something that she would rather not do." Mary pleadingly turned to Tara and repeated her request. "Little sister, I need a big, big favor. Would you be willing to go to the prom next week with Hugh? If you want, I could insist on a double date, so that I can keep an eye on you and help you should any problems arise. You would be a real lifesaver if you said yes. Please? For me, please say that you will go to the prom with Hugh." Tara was stunned by this unexpected turn of events. She thought about it for a few seconds and then voiced her concerns. "Mary, I am not sure that I could walk, talk or even act like a girl for the entire evening without being detected. What embarrassment would there be for everyone if I were detected as a boy wearing a prom gown? Second, I don't even know how to dance as a boy, let alone dance backwards as a girl in a gown and heels. Third, I don't have anything to wear." Mary and I both started to respond to Tara's doubts at the same time. With courtesy, I allowed Mary to try to overcome Tara's objections. "Tara, with your hair, makeup, and facial features, you already are a very pretty girl. If you look as good next Saturday as you do now, no one will ever know that you are not Tara. Mom and I can teach you how to walk, talk, act, and yes, even dance as a young lady. We have all week to get you ready. As for the gown, Mom?" I had agreed with all of Mary's comments so far. I then said, if Tara would change into something more appropriate for shopping, the three of us could go out this afternoon and find her a proper prom dress. "It is entirely up to you Tara as to what we will do." Tara thought for a moment and then stood and hugged Mary and then me. "Yes, I would like to attend the prom, if you think you can make me presentable." Mary squealed with delight and immediately gave her little sister an even bigger hug than before. Mary stepped back for a second. "Oh, wow, Sis. You have even mastered wearing high heels. Tara, you are growing up way too fast. Lift your gown and let me see how your legs look." As Tara hiked the gown well above her knees Mary commented that Tara's legs looked great, especially when wearing heels. She then hugged Tara again, thanking her for helping out. "I can see that you are really enjoying this also," she said. Tara just blushed and smiled at her. While I helped Tara change from the gown to something more appropriate, Mary went to call Heather with the good news. When she came back, Tara had on a regular slip, white blouse, denim skirt and two-inch heels. Mary said that, in telling Heather, there was one change in the details. Since Heather knew that Mary didn't have a little sister, Tara became Mary's cousin from out of town. Heather seemed very pleased with Mary's quick success. As we picked up our purses, Mary turned to Tara and said, "You may be my cousin next Saturday but all of the rest of the time you'll be my little sister. I guess I will be sharing all of my clothes with you just like with a real sister. By the way, do I hear a faint plastic rustling as you walk? Is it your time of the month?" Tara just smiled at Mary and nodded her head to Mary's last question. Mary again exuberantly hugged her sister. I told them that I would get Tara a few things for her special wardrobe. Our first stop was the bridal and formal salon for Tara's prom gown. After we had looked through the selections of prom gowns and discussed the good and bad points of several, Tara took three into the fitting room to try on. Mary went inside with her, to help and to offer comments, while I sat and waited outside. The first gown that Tara appeared in was a delicate pink satin with full skirt. The dress and Tara's coloring just did not seem to blend. Next was a gown in red satin. However, it did not seem to hang properly on her frame. The third was a sleeveless, full-skirted royal blue satin gown with a scooped neckline. Before she came out to show it to me, I heard Tara sigh and Mary say how nice the gown looked on Tara. When Tara came out of the fitting room, I had to agree with the opinion of my two daughters; the gown did indeed look lovely on Tara. While Tara got dressed, Mary and I talked about the accessories. She suggested matching satin lingerie and having heels dyed to match the gown. I also thought that everything should match. Mary also suggested satin elbow length gloves, not only for Tara, but for her also. I had to agree that they would enhance the appearance of each girl. We got everything, including the three-inch heels. The sales associate promised that they would be done by Wednesday. We thanked her for her assistance and left. As we headed for the mall, Mary and Tara sat in the back seat talking and giggling. At the mall, we first stopped for a bite to eat. Mary showed Tara everything, from what to order to how to hold your fork to how you eat your food. Tara was appreciative of these lessons. After lunch, it was on to the cosmetics store, where Tara had a complete makeover. The young lady assisting Tara not only showed her the proper way to apply the cosmetics but the proper cosmetics for a young girl with her complexion and features. We purchased all of the cosmetics that Tara would need and that were recommended to her. In the department store, the girls giggled and commented to each other as we selected a few nightgowns, bras, panties, and slips. Mary joked about Tara getting garter belts and nylons, saying she thought those things were reserved for older girls. I just looked at her in mock disapproval. We added two dresses and a few skirts and blouses to our growing pile of clothing. Shoes completed our shopping trip. On the way home, Mary asked if we could stop by the local pharmacy. She needed to get a few things. I gave her some money and she went in alone. Returning a few minutes later, Mary told us of her purchases. "First, I got Tara some rollers for her hair, a nice hairbrush, a few hairnets and curler covers, a shower cap, and a satin sleep cap. Some nights she may not want to sleep with rollers in her hair. Also some nail polish to match her lipstick." Tara reached over to her sister and hugged Mary for her thoughtfulness. As we walked in, the phone was ringing. Mary ran to quickly answer it. Heather was calling to ask the color of Tara's gown so that her brother could order a corsage that matched. Mary told her that Tara's gown was royal blue satin and commented on how pretty Tara looked in it. She also suggested that Hugh might do well to get Tara a wrist corsage, so that he wouldn't be all thumbs in trying to pin it on her on prom night. Heather thanked Mary and said that she would see her later. After helping to put everything away, Mary spent the rest of the evening showing Tara the finer points of being a girl, from properly walking, to talking with a softer voice, to sitting with her knees together and her skirt pulled down. The last thing Mary taught Tara was how to dance in heels. Tara absorbed all of the lessons quickly. They then changed into their nightgowns and returned to the family room. Mary suggested that they paint each other's toenails, just like other sisters. Tara was very receptive to this suggestion. I sat there and watched as they did each other's nails. Mary then put Tara's hair in rollers. Tara did the same for Mary as Mary told her what to do and how to do it. Mary then produced two satin curler covers for the girls to wear over their rollers. Tara looked adorable standing there in her pink satin nightgown and pink satin hair bonnet. At bedtime, each girl kissed me goodnight and went off to her bed. I sat there smiling, watching my two daughters, clad in their nightgown, rollers in their hair and hair bonnets in place, head off toward their rooms. On Sunday, Tara borrowed a "dressy" dress from Mary. After our preparations, we went to church. Although Tara was nervous about being recognized, she was more than capable of being a girl as Mary introduced her around as her cousin. Several members of the congregation complimented Tara on her nice appearance. After church, we went out and had a nice lunch. I carefully observed Tara throughout, as did Mary. A few minor corrections were needed for Tara. However, she had learned her lessons well and had all of the mannerisms of a teenage girl. She and Mary even excused themselves from the table and went to the ladies room together. The routine was established for the week. After getting home from school, Tim would change his clothes and become Tara. Both girls would get their schoolwork out of the way first. Both would assist with dinner, whether in setting the table or doing the dishes. If schoolwork was completed, Mary would continue her lessons on becoming a girl with Tara, including dancing. Tara was adapting to this routine very well. I noticed that, although she was happy in the morning, going to school as Tim, she seemed happier in the afternoon when she changed and became Tara. Mary, who had accepted Tara from the first, was even more accepting of her little sister as the week went on. On Friday, after they returned from school, Mary told Tara about the schedule for Saturday. "John and Hugh will pick us up here. We'll then go to dinner, meeting Heather and her boyfriend. After dinner, we will go to the hotel where the prom is being held. A party is being held at Heather's, afterward. Also, we have our beauty appointments early in the afternoon to get our hair and our manicures done. Mom said she would help us with our makeup. Any questions?" Tara shook her head and told Mary that she hoped to be presentable and not to be embarrassment. Mary hugged Tara and assured her that she would not be an embarrassment but a pretty young lady at the prom. After more practice in the fine arts of girlhood, the girls changed into their nightgowns, did each other's hair and cleaned and repainted each other's toenails. It was sweet watching Tara become the young lady she wanted to be and to see her enjoying the experience so. They wanted to stay up late, but I shooed them both to bed, telling them they needed their beauty sleep. Reluctantly, they headed for their rooms, maybe to sleep, maybe too excited about the upcoming prom to sleep. Saturday morning saw the girls sleep in late. When they did arise, I made sure that each took a bath, using plenty of scented bath oil. I also made sure that Tara shaved any stray hair on her body that may have been missed previously. When they came down to eat, each wore a sleeveless white cotton blouse and a full denim skirt. Mary had decided against heels and had convinced Tara to do the same. Each wore flats and knee-highs. As they sat there eating, they truly looked like sisters. There was also a sisterly bond between them, unspoken but evident. Tara admitted to having some nervousness about going to the beauty salon, fearing that she would be recognized and revealed. Mary assured her that she had nothing to worry about. Tara, however, was not at all convinced, despite Mary's assurances. After we cleaned up, I took the girls to the beauty salon. If there was one teen-age girl getting made beautiful for the prom, there were a dozen. The waiting area was excessively filled with the mothers waiting for their daughters. I joined the crowd waiting while Tara and Mary were taken to the shampoo area. I had seen Mary numerous times get her hair done, so I concentrated my attention on Tara. She sat up straight while the stylist draped the shampoo cape over her body and leaned her back. She seemed to be relaxed and enjoyed the shampoo and conditioning. I could see Tara's eyes close, almost as if she were dreaming. With a towel over her head, she followed the stylist to the styling station. Mary and her stylist were beside Tara. Just to Mary's right was Heather, getting her hair set. I saw the girls talking as Mary introduced her "cousin" Tara to Heather. They seemed to hit it off right away. In short order, all three girls had their hair in clips and rollers and had hairnets tied in place. There were three open dryers, but only two side by side. Heather took the solo dryer, while Tara and Mary sat beside each other. Manicures were done for both girls. I looked at Tara, covered with a pink shampoo cape, hair in rollers under a dryer, getting her nails shaped and painted with a lustrous pink polish. I smiled inwardly at how far my new daughter had come in just one week's time. She was smiling and looking at her's and Mary's fingernails, as they were transformed from plain to painted. It was then back to the styling stations. From different angles, Tara and I both watched the stylist perform her magic. She combed, teased, sprayed and used all of her tricks to create a beautiful style for Tara. She was even able to pile a few curls on top of her hair. Mary was getting an up do and looked exceptionally stylish in her own right. After heavy doses of hairspray, I saw each stylist clip something in each girl's hair. It turned out that they were two sets of ribbon streamers that were as close a match as possible to the color of the girl's gown. Tara had three streamers on each clip in royal blue and Mary had the same only in mint green. Heather came out at the same time and had her streamers in red. I heard Heather thank Mary for finding such an attractive date for her brother. I then heard her tell Tara that she was looking forward to seeing her at the dinner, the dance and the party afterwards. "Thank you Tara for helping your cousin and me out this evening," she said. Tara said that she was looking forward to the evening. As she was leaving, Heather greeted me with a smile and a "Hi, Miss Sharon." She was then out the door. Both of my daughters looked absolutely darling with their colored satin hair streamers. On the trip home, all Tara could talk about was her enjoyment of this uniquely feminine experience, from the shampoo and conditioning clear through to the application of hairspray. I kidded her and said maybe the next time she could get a permanent. Tara just smiled and had a dreamy look on her face. Mary said that her little sister should enjoy and savor each and every feminine experience that she was presented to her. Tara said that she would. Arriving at home, the girls quickly realized that they had to start getting ready because of their prep time and the time their dates would be picking them up. Mary went to her room and I went to help Tara. She quickly undressed, no longer embarrassed to be naked in front of her mother, thinking of herself only as a girl. She easily put on her garter belt, stockings, panties, and bra, and then positioned her breast forms in her bra cups. Before we went any further, I handed Tara her sanitary pad, which she positioned properly and tucked herself in. I helped her with her waist nipper and then her slip. Using Tara's cosmetics, I did her face, so that she radiated the youthful exuberance of a teen miss preparing for a big evening. I did highlight her eyes some by using mascara to lengthen and thicken the lashes and a touch of eye shadow. Moderation, though, was the key throughout, from her eye shadow to her blush strategically placed on her cheeks to the several coats of pink lipstick applied to her lips. Tara quickly stepped into her heels while I removed her gown from the protective garment bag. I helped her into it, making sure not to muss her hair or her makeup. I then zipped the back and straightened out her hair streamers. Pearl earring and a pearl necklace were Tara's jewelry for the evening. Tara then put on her satin elbow length gloves. She was a total picture of loveliness and I told her so. She hugged me and thanked me for helping her experience all of these wonderful clothes and the prom. Just as we finished our hug, Mary came in attired in her gown. She was also very lovely looking and I complimented her. I reached around and straightened her hair streamers. When I looked at both of them, Mary and Tara seemed to be glowing and radiant. I used my favorite perfume and made sure that both girls were wearing enough of this scent. I then took both of my daughters to the family room for pictures and to wait for their dates. Each girl picked up her matching evening bag filled with cosmetics, tissues and cab fare, if necessary. I posed each of my beautiful daughters separately and then together. When their dates arrived, I answered the door, while the girls stood waiting expectantly in the family room. John handed Mary a corsage box. Hugh was at first stunned by Tara's beauty and was slow to hand Tara her corsage. Mary already had hers on her wrist when Hugh regained his senses and stammered out an apology before handing Tara her corsage. When she opened it, she thanked Hugh and told him that it was very pretty. She then slid the elastic strap over her wrist so that her corsage was displayed just like Mary's. After more pictures of both couples, I told them to have a good evening. I had already warned the girls about the perils of drinking and sex and they both seemingly heard my words. Rather than drive, the boys, along with Heather's date had rented a limo. Heather and her date sat waiting in the limo for Tara and Mary and their dates to get in. This was an experience that we had not prepared Tara for. However, she got into and later out of the limo without having a problem with the hem of her gown. Like the typical worried mother, I sat up waiting for my girls to come in after the dance and the party. I knew they would be late and I just prayed that they would be safe. Sometime well after midnight, I heard the key rattle in the lock; the door open and my two daughters come in. They both glowed even more than earlier, if that was possible. We all went into the family room to talk about the evening. Tara told me what a wonderful experience it was. Mary commented on the five-star restaurant that they went to for dinner. She also said that Tara was a young lady in her every act and action during the evening. Tara talked about the prom theme and about the myriad types of gowns that the girls wore. Also, she mentioned how different it felt to be held in a boy's arms while you dance with him. Mary said that the party at Heather's was a fun ending to a great evening. Tara agreed with her and said she would remember it always. Mary then said, "Mom, you would have been very proud of Tara. She was your beautiful younger daughter throughout the evening." As I smiled at this statement, I noticed Tara blushing prettily. "By the way, Mom" Mary continued, "Both of our dates were perfect gentlemen and did not try to even hint at any sexual favors. Heather and Hugh both appreciated that my cousin Tara was available this evening. Hugh even asked if he could call Tara sometime and see her again. Tara had to remind Hugh that she was only a fill-in and that he already had a steady girl. Tara did not want to come between Hugh and his steady." I looked at my girls and smiled at them. I asked Tara if she were ready to resume being Tim on a full-time basis now that the prom had passed. Before Tara could reply, Mary let out a mock scream of anguish saying that she still wanted to have her little sister around. "It's neat having a little sister to talk with about girl things, do each other's hair and paint each other's toenails." Mary said. "I don't want to give her up and I hope that Tara will still want to remain my sister if only in the evenings and on weekends. I love my little sister." Tara smiled at Mary's semi-anguished lament and said that she had really enjoyed the entire week of being Tara. "The picking of the prom gown, the learning of all things that go into being a girl, the beauty salon hairdo and manicure and the prom are things that I do not want to turn my back on. I have enjoyed all of them. Mom, if it's acceptable to you, I would like to remain as little sister Tara in the evenings and on weekends as my big sister Mary has suggested. I love my big sister Mary whether I am Tara or Tim." Both girls looked at me expectantly as I mulled over this request from both of them. They sat beside each other clutching each other's hands, looking lovely in their prom gowns and hair streamers but looking worried about the decision I was about to make. Finally, I said to them, "Mary, I can see that you are enjoying you new-found sister. You have been a good instructor, teaching her about girlish behavior and actions. Tara, I can see that you are enjoying experiencing the feminine side of your being. You have gone along and made this entire evening the success that it was. Personally, I have enjoyed having a second beautiful daughter around. I think that we should continue having Tara as a part of all of our lives." I had hardly finished my statement when both girls squealed with joy and rushed forward to hug me. I reached out and hugged them both together. Tears of joy flooded down our faces. It didn't take long before our makeup was a mess. Mary commented, "It's a good thing we are shedding these tears now and not earlier. All we have left to do tonight is to clean up and go to bed." How right she was. And how fortunate I am that I have a beautiful, wonderful, understanding older daughter and a beautiful and wonderful younger daughter and son, together sharing the same body.