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Part 5 I should have known my day was going too well. I had too much fun shopping and spending time with Mom and Dad. If the Karma Gods had to make sure that I didn't get too comfortable, couldn't they have just had Tess drop the stupid rifle on my foot? Walking around with a limp, I could handle. Getting hit on an already bruised cheek was just plain wrong. Fortunately, it was more of a glancing blow than a direct hit. I don't even want to know what that would have felt like. The initial pain had subsided to a dull throb and I was feeling steady enough to stand up and get ready to go. "I am so sorry, Jules. I should have been more careful. I didn't mean to hit you," Tess apologized for the twentieth time in the five minutes. "It's Ok Tess. It was just an accident. I promise I won't sue you or anything. It really doesn't hurt much anymore," I replied. "I still feel really bad about it. Here you are helping me out and I whack you with a rifle. Some way to say thanks, huh?" "It's OK, really. I'll be fine. I'm supposed to meet Brian at seven thirty and I need a shower. If I hurry, I should have just enough time to get ready before he gets there." Tess still didn't look convinced that I was OK. Yeah, it hurt like Hell when she hit me, but I could handle it now. I bet I looked like a complete mess. My hair was a crazy from practice, my cheek was probably nothing more than a giant purple green bruise, and my eyes were red and puffy from crying. Yep, I was going to look great for my non-date. Why was I even worried about? I don't know. Give me a break; I just got hit in the face with a wooden rifle. The short drive home was thankfully uneventful. Once inside, I made a short detour into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and a few aspirin. I hoped that it would help the headache I had starting as well as the more apparent throbbing cheek. I briefly thought about canceling on Brian, but I didn't want him to think I was blowing him off. Mom had left a note on the table: I took your dad to dinner to keep you and Brian from having to deal with his overprotective father routine. I hope you have a good time tonight but please be careful. Love, Mom I looked at the clock and noticed it was later than I had expected. There was a real chance that I would still be getting ready if Brian showed up early. I scribbled a note for him to come in and make himself comfortable and that I'd be down shortly, then taped it to the door. It wasn't the best solution, but it would have to do. I really needed a shower. Thirty minutes later, I emerged from the steaming shower with freshly shaved legs and feeling much better. I hoped Mom wouldn't mind me stealing one of her razors. The aspirin was doing its job by reducing the throb in my cheek and totally eliminating my headache. Thank goodness for small miracles. There wasn't enough time to blow dry my hair straight, so I was forced to try something new. Instead of fighting my natural curl, I tried working with it. The process required a few steps, but they weren't too complicated. The first step was to use some anti-frizz to keep things from getting wild. That was added to my still wet head. The next step was gel. I rubbed a little in my hands and then worked it through. Final step was scrunching my hair with my hands then letting it air dry. I had no idea how it would turn out, but my only other option was to wear it up in a ponytail and you know how I'd rather not do that. A quick check of the downstairs showed that it was still empty. I quickly got back to my room and ran into the bane of all women everywhere. What the heck was I gonna wear? 'OK, don't panic. This is just dinner with a friend. Go casual but nice.' I told myself. After looking through my new appropriated wardrobe, I decided on an ankle length caramel colored skirt and a lightweight cream v necked sweater. The image in the mirror looked like it would strike just the right balance of casual and nice enough for anything short of formal, so I went back to the bathroom to do my makeup. With my less than experienced hand and trying to avoid my battered cheek, that proved to be a challenge. My first attempt was less than appealing. There was enough mascara and eyeliner on my face to qualify me as a candidate for the next Captain Jack Sparrow. "Definitely not the look I'm going for, but I'll have to remember it when Halloween comes around," I told myself, "let's try that again." Attempt number two was slightly more appealing, but it still wasn't what I wanted. Frustration was beginning to set in when I noticed a piece of paper tucked into a pocket of the makeup bag. Apparently my lovely sister kept a list of tips to get certain looks. "Just what the good doctor orders," I smiled to myself. "Nice to see a little good karma for a change." With that newly acquired cheat sheet, my third and final try turned out to be reasonably acceptable. I still needed a lot more practice, but it would do. There wasn't time for another attempt. I was pretty sure that I heard someone come in a few minutes earlier. All that was left was for me to slip into my sandals and add a few bits of jewelry. I decided that gold would work very well with my attire. Looking through my pirated stash netted me a delicate gold necklace with a matching gold butterfly charm, a duotone tennis bracelet, and a tiger's eye ring. I was hoping to find a watch that would match but that was the one thing that Brandy didn't have. I forgot to get a new one while I was shopping, too. 'Oh well, I can always use the clock on my phone,' I said to myself. After unplugging it from its charger, I realized I had a problem. I had no pockets, not a single one. That wasn't good. How the heck was I going to carry things like my ID and money? The obvious answer was a purse, but I didn't have one and I hadn't seen any in Brandy's stuff. Time to get creative. My camera bag was an option. The only problem with was that it was a bit more than I wanted to carry around. I needed something a little more manageable. "Think, darn it!" I ordered my brain. I remembered my backup bag. It was stuffed in a pocket of my full-size bag, just in case I only needed the camera and little else. The little canvas case was the perfect size and even looked a little like a purse. As a bonus, it matched my outfit. Well, hello good karma. It's about flippin' time. With that minor crisis averted, I finished getting ready and took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair actually cooperated with me and had a nice playful curl to it. "Am I going on a date with a boy?" I asked my reflection. I hadn't even thought about it while I was getting dressed. It seemed like it was something I was supposed to do. "I'm going on a date with a boy," I answered solemnly. Actually, I realized I was kind of looking forward to it. "Holy crap, I'm going on a date with a boy!" Several deep breaths were needed before I was steady enough to attempt going down the stairs. My fall that morning proved that the caution was warranted. Brian was sitting on the couch looking oh so cute in blue jeans, an untucked light green striped button down shirt, and black leather jacket. It was the fitted kind that sport bike riders wear. I wondered if that was a fashion thing or if he actually had a motorcycle, too. It really didn't matter, he looked good either way. His hair had a slightly wild disheveled look that was neither too neat nor too messy. How he managed that? I'll never know. It frightens me that I looked at a guy that closely and thought that he looked both good and cute. He was looking at one of Dad's car magazines and I didn't think he noticed me come down the steps. Some entrance I make, even with an extra effort to be graceful. I was about to say something but he beat me to it. "The curls fit you," he said without looking up. "How the?" I asked. He never looked up. "The skirt was a good choice too," he grinned. "Now you're freakin' me out. How did you know?" "Easy, I can see your reflection in that picture frame," he said pointing across the room. Surely enough, the lighting was just right and turned the glass into a mirror. I might as well have walked down right in front of him. Good thing I did the graceful thing, after all. "OK, point for you," I allowed. "Does your cheek hurt as much as it looks like it does?" "You should see it without the makeup. Even though it looks bad, it is only throbbing a little now. You sure you want to be seen in public with me?" "Even with that bruise, you really do look nice. I'd hate for you to waste the time it took you to get ready. If you're up for it, I'd love to keep going?" "Thanks. Where are we headed?" "There's this great Italian place not far from here," he started. "Whoa, wait a minute. Italian? I thought I said there'd be no sharing of spaghetti," I joked. "We won't. I can't get enough of their stuffed manicotti." "I guess I can go with that. There better not be any romantic atmosphere or soft music, though." "It's not that kind of restaurant. It's nice and open with plenty of light. You'll be safe I promise." "What are we waiting for? I haven't eaten since lunch," I replied then pulled him off the couch. My first ride in his RX7 was disappointingly sedate. I'm pretty sure that wasn't his normal driving style. If I had to guess, I'd say he was on his best behavior and trying to make me feel safe. Isn't he adorable? Uh...I didn't say that. It was a figment of your imagination. I swear. The restaurant sat in a small cluster of similar establishments in front of the local movie theater. Brian was right about it not being a romantic kind of Italian place. From the outside it looked more like a retail store than a restaurant. The only thing that hinted at what was on the inside was a small green neon sign above the door that read "Carlo's Italian Kitchen". "It's not much to look at, but the food is great," Brian commented. The amount of people sitting around the door had me and my grumbling stomach a little worried. That usually means that there's a wait to be seated. Brian led me inside and straight to the hostess. She smiled and handed him a couple menus. "We kept a window table open for you Brian." "Thanks, Sara. Have you met Jules yet?" he asked. "Not officially, but I've seen her around," Sara answered. "Well then, Sara this is Jules. I don't know that much about her, but I'm hoping to change that tonight. Jules, this is my cousin Sara. She's part owner of this place, so be nice to her and we might get a free meal." "Hi, Jules. You'll have to excuse my over exuberant cousin. He doesn't know when to shut up sometimes." "Nice to meet you, Sara and I noticed he does tend to talk an awful lot," I grinned. "Oh, you're going to be fun," she said to me then turned to Brian, "I like her. You two go have a nice dinner. I'll try and drop by your table if this dinner rush ever ends." "I'll take that as a warning," Brian commented then retreated before Sara could take a shot at him. "Ugh, boys," Sara commented rolling her eyes, "you better go catch him before he gets into trouble." "You mean he isn't house broken yet!?" I asked in mock horror. The fact that we weren't on a real date and were only supposed to be friends seemed to have slipped my mind. "Nope, we thought we'd leave that to you," Sara grinned back. "I better get to work then. See you later, Sara." We said our goodbyes then I went to find where my dinner companion had disappeared to. I found him sitting at a small table next to the windows flipping through a menu. "I thought you were addicted to the stuffed manicotti," I commented as I sat across from him. "I am. I know I'm going to order it, but I have to look through the menu anyway. Just in case something new jumps out at me, I guess," he replied. "Or maybe you're just weird." "That, too," he agreed. We spent the next five minutes or so discussing the menu. After a bit of deliberation, I settled on angel hair pasta with grilled chicken. Brian did the ordering, which was weird. I haven't had anyone do that for me since I was about ten years old. I tried to ignore how much like a real date this was becoming. I tried to remind myself we were just friends having dinner together. That's it. "You know, I probably shouldn't have done that," Brian said after our waiter left. "We aren't on a date here. We're supposed to just be friends hanging out and getting to know each other." "Well, I wasn't going to say anything." "Sorry, Jules. I guess I got carried away. In fact, I haven't really been myself since we left your house." "I got that feeling. You seem nervous. I don't make you nervous, do I?" "No of course not. Well, yeah. Actually you do. You're different than the other girls and I'm not sure how to act around you." "How to act? Just be yourself, Brian. I should be the one that's nervous. I've spent more time 'out' this week than I have in the past ten years combined. This is all new to me. Sometimes I feel like I'm living a whole different life." "Contrary to popular opinion, I don't get out much myself. Between practices, homework, and a job, I don't have a lot of spare time. I've only dated a few times and those have turned out to be disasters. I guess we're both pretty much in the same boat," he replied looking a little more relaxed. "Looks like it. So, now what do we do?" "Tell me a little about you." "Umm...," Danger, Will Robinson. Danger! "Come on. It's not that hard." "OK, my name is Julia Alexis McCloud. I only get called Julia when I'm in trouble though. Mostly it's just Jules. Mom has been experimenting with Julie a little, but I don't know if I like that." "There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Brian smiled. "No, now it's your turn." "Hmm, I could take the easy way out and parrot what you just said, but that wouldn't be cool. You already know about my rise to popularity and my athletic endeavors, so those are out. Hmm, let's see. I got it, I hope to become an automotive designer some day." "Cool. Are you talking mainstream automaker or custom fabrication?" "You see. That's what I mean when I say you're different. Most girls would have just given me a blank stare there. Not only are you interested, but also know what I'm talking about. That is so weird." "Well, Dad is into all things automotive. I can't help but to pick up a few things. I do tend to watch a lot of the learning channels, too. You can't go very long without seeing either something about building cars or motorcycles. Between you and me, I am so over the whole chopper craze. I'm sure that Jesse isn't too happy to see his west coast logo plastered on the back windows of mini vans." The look that Brian was giving me made me feel like I said something very very wrong. Add in my recent track record of opening my mouth and I knew I had said something wrong. Did I just insult his manhood or something? The gears in his head were turning but there wasn't anything coming out of his mouth. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "You...I...did you just say what I think you said? Is someone else on this planet as tired of seeing custom choppers as I am?" he finally managed to say. With a huge amount of relief, I answered yes. Thank goodness my mouth didn't screw up again. Our conversation had officially started and we didn't stop until our meals arrived. Even then it was more of a slight lull than a pause. It turns out that he wants to help design and develop cars based on alternative fuels. He wouldn't turn down a job designing custom hot rods either. My suggestion that he design alternative fuel custom cars was met with laughter at first, but I could tell that I had planted a seed in that mind of his. The thought was confirmed when I caught him scribbling down a few ideas on a napkin toward the end of dinner. Yeah, scribbling a breakthrough design down on a napkin is a bit of a clich?, but it's fun to think about the possibilities. Even though the evening had gotten off to a rocky start, it quickly improved and I was having a good time. The conversation eventually turned away from cars and motorcycles and moved on to other things. We had gotten to movies when our checks arrived. Being that we weren't on a date, I was paying for my own meal. Hmm, I wonder who's going to pay when Bec and I go out to eat? "You wanna see if anything good is playing, since we are only about a hundred yards from a theater? I'll even spring for the tickets," Brian asked. "Let me call in and make sure my keepers are cool with me staying out late," I answered pulling out my phone. It would be getting a little late for me if I did go for a movie, but other than Jeff, Brian is the only guy who has treated me like a human instead of a target. We were having a good time together as well, so I was up for a little more. "Hello, Kiddo. Having a good time?" Mom answered. "I am, can you believe it? I was wondering if it would be OK if I went and saw a movie tonight?" "It'll be a bit late by the time it's over, but you don't have school tomorrow. Do you have to work early?" Mom asked. "Not until nine. I shouldn't be too late, maybe eleven thirty or twelve." "I think you can handle that. I guess we'll see you home in a few hours then." "Thanks, Mom. Tell Dad I love you guys, bye." "I take it they said yes," Brian stated. "Yep, now all we have to do is find something to watch," I replied. * The chilly breeze and my thin sweater had me rethinking our decision to walk to the theater. Fortunately it wasn't far, so I didn't have to suffer long. I was thinking about sending Brian to get the car for our return trip, though. Yeah, I know. I'm such a girl. "Let's see. We have action sequel, romantic comedy, critic's current favorite, whodunit, and dumb mindless comedy. Any preference?" Brian asked. "Definitely not dumb mindless comedy, or anything that the critics like. I don't want to be bored. We'll skip the romantic comedy this time, but I reserve the right to put it back on the table. That leaves action sequel or whodunit," I returned. "Are you for real and if you are, will you marry me?" he joked. "Yes, I am real and no, I'm not marrying anybody just yet. Which one?" "I heard that the action sequel is about as good as the Star Wars prequels, so let's go with Sin City Detectives." "Good, I have been so wanting to see that one," I smiled, "I'm freezing. You get the tickets and I'll meet you inside where it's warm." Then I ran inside to escape the cold. "Are you sure you're not an alien or something?" Brian asked as he walked up to me. "Last time I checked, my blood wasn't acid and I don't have slime dripping from my two mouths. As useful as light bending camouflage would be, I don't have any and I don't think I'm one ugly mother!#$%*, either. Can't prove I'm not something else, though." "Cool, Alien and Predator reference. I'm impressed. Looks like we've got about forty minutes to kill." "The idea of putting the two together in the same movie was great. It had the promise of being an all-time epic creature flick, but they totally blew it. I didn't even go to see it. Why would you put a group of predators in a pyramid underneath a couple thousand feet of ice? Both movies specifically state that they only show up when it's hot and there's a lot of conflict," I stopped myself short of a full on rant. "Sorry, started getting a little carried away." "No it's quite all right. I totally agree. I skipped it myself after I heard a predator starts helping the humans. They're hunters. They wouldn't care if humans were being killed. All that would do is make them hunt the ones doing that killing. They might use a human as bait for an alien, though," Brian added. I had to giggle about that, "OK, we agree that they totally blew the franchise before it even got started." "All this talk of aliens and predators has me itching to shoot some. I know the perfect way to fill the next half hour or so." "Alien Hunter," I replied. "Exactly. You know, I think you might be the female version of me." "Nope, you're the male version of me. I hope you've been practicing. I need some good help to get passed the level nine queen." "I think I can manage. Up for a challenge?" "Boys! Everything's a competition to you. What do you have in mind? Kills or points?" I asked deciding to play along. "Points, just shooting aliens is easy. Let's see how good you really are," he goaded. "I'm in. I'll even buy the first round." We took over the game for the next half hour and did our best to wear out the little plastic light guns. The amount of Alien carnage was horrendous. If Earth ever gets invaded, Brian should be manning the guns. The boy is good, but he wasn't going to win our game without a fight. "You're not bad for a girl," he said trying to distract me. "I thought boys were supposed to be able to shoot?" I returned. "You mean like this," he answered pulling off a double headshot. "OK, you're not bad, either," I allowed, "that was a nice shot." "Why, thank ya ma'am," he drawled. "Die alien scum," I commented halfway through a particularly nasty wave of kamikaze aliens. "Did I mention that you're a bit scary sometimes?" Brian joked. Our time ran out before our game did. With his help I finally got passed the queen and made it to the level twelve hive boss. He managed to beat me in our little challenge, though. The little imp had to cheat to do it. He stole my bonus multiplier. I did all the work to release it and he swoops in and grabs it a second before I could. It's a good thing we weren't on a date. In my book, stealing your date's bonus multiplier is a major date foul. To his credit, he didn't gloat about it and bought the drinks and popcorn. I guess I couldn't stay mad at him after that. The evening had turned out to be more fun than I was expecting. So far I had a good dinner, excellent conversation, played a kick ass round of Alien Hunter, and was about to see a movie I had been waiting for months to see. Brian and I were getting along surprisingly well. Not bad at all. By the time we pried ourselves away from our game, got popcorn and drinks, and made it to the theater, it was nearly filled. The only available seats that weren't six inches away from the screen had the armrest that was between them stuck in the up position. I gave Brian the choice of being good and remembering we weren't on a date or having an armrest and sore neck by the time the movie was over. He promised he'd be good, so we took the seats without the armrest between them. There must be a law somewhere that states that a movie theater must stay below forty degrees at all times. Being a social outcast gives you plenty of free time. I chose to spend mine doing one of five activities: 1. photography, 2. computers, 3. television, 4. books, and 5. movies. That means I have spent a lot of time in theaters. Normally, I would bring a jacket or heavy sweatshirt with me. This time I wasn't planning on a movie, so I was left with only my way too thin sweater. I was freezing. A half hour into the show, I was perching on the seat with my arms wrapped around my knees trying to keep warm and failing to do so. It's not a good thing when you're concentrating more on your discomfort than the movie. I was missing a lot and seriously thinking about leaving when I felt a jacket being wrapped around me. Brian had given me his. It was still warm from him and smelled wonderfully of his cologne. I was immensely grateful for the gesture, but I didn't want him giving up his comfort for me. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but this is your jacket and I don't want you getting cold because I forgot to bring my own," I whispered to him. "Don't worry, I was getting too warm with it on and you look like you're freezing. I've got three other layers on so don't worry," he whispered back. "Are you sure?" "Positive, just don't get used to it. I get it back before I go home," he smiled. The warmth of the jacket, lateness of the evening, and disappointing movie did nothing to fight off my ever-increasing drowsiness. A short time later, I fell asleep in a movie for the first time. I don't even remember closing my eyes. I only realized that I was sleeping when the lights came on and I found my head leaning on Brian's shoulder. Uh, that wasn't supposed to happen. "I'm sorry. I must have dozed off. I didn't mean to, umm... why didn't you wake me up?" I fumbled. "It's OK, Jules, I didn't take anything by it. You were too cute curled up next to me like that and I figured you had a busy week, so I just let you sleep. You weren't missing anything with the movie either. It was a total disappointment," Brian explained. "Sorry about that, it was my choice." Our faces were only inches apart. He had that "in the middle of a dilemma" look on his face. Something inside me said that he was seriously thinking about kissing me. That thought brought instant panic. My brain was trying to pull me away from him, but my body decided not to listen and let us stay face to face within easy reach should he decide that I warrant a kiss. "Don't worry, I wanted to see it, too. It's too bad that it wasn't very good," I said. He made a slight move in but quickly pulled back and stood up. "We'll have to make up for it next time. It's time to get you home. Wait here and I'll run and get the car," he stated then left before I could object. That part of me that had kept me from standing a moment earlier was a little disappointed that her hadn't at least tried to kiss me. 'I am so in trouble,' I thought. That rebellious side whispered that dating a guy may not be that bad. It's definitely not as bad as I was expecting. It could even be something to look forward to. Uhh...umm...err...that never happened. Those thoughts never entered my mind. I never thought of them. I was watching the movie the whole time. Uh huh, yeah, right! Crap, why does he have to be so nice? * The trip home was definitely more exciting than the outbound leg. Brian was a little more himself and gave me just a hint of what his car could do. He was cautious enough not to speed or break any traffic laws, but he didn't waste a lot of time getting up to the speed limit. Corners weren't much for the racy RX-7. We were getting close to the turn back to my house and he hadn't slowed down. I was sure he was going to miss it. He deftly applied the brakes, blipped the throttle, and downshifted in one smooth motion, setting the car into the corner. He then accelerated out a lot sooner than I would have dared. The whole time the car never gave the slightest hint of being anything but under complete control. There was no squealing tires, large steering wheel movements, or the smallest vibration to hint at what was happening. The whole thing was undoubtedly dangerous. I might have gotten upset if we were in the middle of town and he tried it, but we were on empty streets, literally. My house was in a neighborhood that was just beginning. All the streets had been laid out, but no houses had made it as far back as we were, just yet. Mostly it was just empty lots and concrete. "You've done that a lot haven't you?" I asked after my stomach settled back into its proper position. "A time or two. I shouldn't do that on the street, but I just couldn't help it. I had to see how you would react," he replied. "Trying to scare me are you?" "No, just confirming something," he smiled slyly. "Confirming what?" I was almost sure I'd done something to give myself away. He's a smart guy. He must have figured out that I'm not a whole girl. "Just something." "Don't you dare tease me like that. That's just not right." "OK, OK, relax. If I tried that stunt with some of the other girls from school, first they would have told me I was about to miss my turn, then screamed at me for driving dangerously." "I did think you were going to miss the turn and it was dangerous, but it was also fun. Besides, it's not like there's anything out here to run into." "My thoughts exactly. I'm going to have to keep my eye on you, though." "Me? Why?" "You're showing signs of either being a bad girl or a girl that likes bad boys. Either way isn't a particularly good way to go," he answered. "I'm not a bad girl nor do I like bad boys. If you had pulled that stunt in a busier part of town, I'd definitely be upset and probably would have said something. I'm willing to kick back and have a little fun if the time and place allows for it. That was a perfect example. I do hope you try and control yourself where others are involved though." "I promise to be good as long as you are. Don't let me catch you smoking behind the building, you bad girl," he joked, "I'm not sure why I did that, though. I usually save that sort of thing for track days and I've never done anything with someone else in the car with me." "Uh huh sure. Then why do you say the other girls will freak about it?" "Because they get all crazy when I drive a little fast. I'm sure they'd freak if I did anything remotely dangerous." "So I'm expendable now?" "That's not what I said." "I must be if you're willing to possibly crash and kill us to satisfy your curiosity." "Women! You always twist things around on us guys. That's not what I meant and you know it." OK, so I was purposely jerking him around a little. I never realized that harassing a guy could be so much fun, though. The hurt puppy dog eyes he was giving was a bit more than I could handle so I couldn't bring myself to do anymore. "All right, I was just joking. There I admitted it, now quit with the eye thing." He didn't. "No, really. I learned my lesson. You can stop now," I pleaded. Still nothing. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings. I was only kidding around. Oh man, I have so much to learn. My moment of terror ended with a chuckling from beside me. He finally cracked. Somehow, he managed to turn things around and harass me. I'm going to have to be very careful with this one. He's sneaky. A few minutes later, I was unlocking my front door and waving goodbye to him. Being the gentleman that he was, he insisted on making sure I got in OK before he left. I'd be willing to bet that it actually caused him physical pain to let me walk to the door by myself. He would have if I hadn't reminded him that we weren't on a date and I was big girl that could manage a few steps without him. He was so cute in his dilemma, though. 'Cute? What's with this cute stuff? He's a guy and I'm not into guys, remember?' I asked myself. There was still a light on in the kitchen. I figured Dad forgot to turn it off when he went to be, so I walked back to shut it off. I was surprised to find Mr. Asleep by eleven sipping coffee and reading one of his car magazines at a quarter passed twelve. "You're still up? Is the world coming to an end?" I joked. "I'm not still up, I'm up again. Couldn't sleep and nice jacket," Dad returned. Crap, I still had Brian's jacket. I really hope that doesn't mean anything. With my luck it probably is the first step to boyfriend and girlfriend. Eww, I don't even want to think about that. I tried his phone, hoping to catch him before he got too far away, but it went straight to voice mail. He must have forgotten to turn it back on after the movie. I left him a message and told him I'd bring it to him on my way to work in the morning. Dad watched me with this odd expression on his face. "What's up, Doc?" I asked, "everything OK?" "Yeah, sure. Everything's fine," he lied. "Did I mention that you're a terrible liar?" "I think it might have come up earlier today." "I thought so. Come on spill it. What's eating you?" The look on his face was of conflict. He was torn between telling me and keeping it to himself. I had a pretty good idea what the problem was. Knowing him as well as I do, I knew I was going to have to say it to get him to talk. "It's me isn't it? You aren't sure if I should be doing this, aren't you?" "I'm worried about it, yes. I don't want things to go badly like they did last time. It was so hard for your mom and I to watch you be hurt the last time. I don't know if you or us can handle it again if it comes to that. I do see how much more alive and vibrant you have been the last few days, so I know that this is the real you. You may not realize how much I have enjoyed seeing that part of you again, but I am still scared." "I'm a little scared, too. Everything has happened so fast that I'm afraid it's all a dream and I'll wake up to find it's never happened. I don't know why I feel the way I do. All I know is that I don't think I can go back to being a boy. I was constantly monitoring myself to make sure I didn't do anything wrong. I never felt like I was being me. These last few days have been wonderful. I have been able to just be me. No more pretending or watching myself. I don't want things to get crazy again, but I've got to take the chance." "I know. I'll still worry about you, but I will help in any way I can." Aww, a hallmark moment. Why do I always end up crying in these? Dad gave me another hug and I felt safe and warm again. How does he do that? "I guess your date went well. A guy wouldn't give up his jacket if it didn't. By the way, I did give him points for giving it to you, but I had to take them away when he didn't walk you to the door," he said changing the subject. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" "Not until my daughter was home safe and sound." I couldn't help but smile when he called me daughter. "Uh huh. You just wanted to see if I would kiss him didn't you?" "Give me a break, I missed my chance to do my overprotective act. I was hoping to catch you two in the middle of it. Then I could do the disapproving dad." "I don't suppose we could just skip those." "I guess we could. It's not like I have to worry about getting you on the pill or anything." "Dad!" "Hmm, I'll have to come up with something different for you and Becca, though. I never thought I'd have to worry about my daughter getting her girlfriend pregnant." "DAD!!" Why me? Why must I be tortured so. He knows I haven't had sex yet. I'm not even planning on it any time soon, either. He's as bad as Mom about harassing me. It's a good thing I don't take them seriously. Well, not too seriously. * It was time for me to get to bed. The week had really worn me out. My short nap during the movie hadn't done much to help. What I wanted to do was climb upstairs and fall into bed. Unfortunately, I still needed to wash my face and do all my other nightly rituals. Being a girl isn't all fun and games. My body was on autopilot and doing my normal clean up routine when my attention was quickly brought back into focus when I got to my battered cheek. Youch, you'd think I'd remember it by now wouldn't you? I carefully finished up and avoided any further pain. That was quite an accomplishment considering I had to wash, then use toner, then moisturize. Being a girl is a lot of work. Being a trans girl is even more work. I'm pretty sure the other girls don't have to remove and clean their breasts every few days. Tess told me to make sure I took them off and let my skin recover over night every few days. The last thing I want is skin problems because I was too lazy to take care of it. With the help of plenty of remover, my breasts came loose without too much fuss. It was so strange to see me without them. I felt like something was seriously missing and was getting a little upset about it. To keep from totally freaking about it, I got to work getting everything cleaned up. More remover was put to work cleaning the last remnants of adhesive off the breasts and myself. The final check of my chest revealed something I had no desire whatsoever to see. Somewhere, there is some evil little monkey that has a little more influence in my life than it should. I can just imagine it sitting there laughing at me as I found that dark hair growing in the center of my chest. In my mind, that single hair was a catastrophe of epic proportions. I guess that's what I get for taking one of Mom's razors without asking. With all the bad karma I'd been dealing with, I should have known not to do that. The human brain has a terrible capacity to conjure up the worst thought at the worst moment. I had the mental picture of me as Bigfoot with thick black hair all over me. OK, it was just one tiny little hair. I shouldn't be freaking out over something so silly, but girls don't have hair there. I shouldn't have hair there! 'OK, relax. I can handle this. It's just a little hair. No need to totally lose it,' I told myself. A pair of tweezers and a quick tug later I was free of the hateful little thing. That would take care of it for tonight, but I knew more would be following. There must be something I could do to stop it from happening. I don't want hair growing there or on my face. The last thing I want to have to worry about is shaving on top of everything else I do. No, I definitely can't let that happen. I got my stuff and got out of the bathroom as quickly as possible. I didn't want to take the chance of finding anything else. My plan was to get some sleep and wake up early to search for a solution to my latest problem. My alarm was set and I flopped into bed right on my poor cheek. Will I ever learn? Fortunately, it didn't bother me for long since I was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. * Seven hours pass ridiculously quickly when you're sleeping really well. I could have sworn I just closed my eyes when my alarm so rudely woke me up. The sunlight streaming through my window indicated that it was indeed morning and time for me to get my lazy butt out of bed. There was a lot that I needed to do, so I threw off my blankets and started to get myself ready. Wait a minute. Did I just get out of bed without hitting the snooze bar? I did. Holy cow, I got out of bed on the first try. Somewhere on the planet, a farmer had to be watching in disbelief as his pigs spontaneously grew wings and started flying all around. My first stop was the bathroom. A thorough check of my body revealed no other hair that shouldn't be there. I felt much better. My face didn't look nearly as bad as it did the day before, but was still pretty sensitive. Amazingly, I remembered that before I bumped it on anything. Careful cleaning and application of the various chemicals kept any discomfort to a minimum. After I finished with my normal routine and reattaching my breasts, I returned to my room and logged onto the net for a solution for my maturing body. It didn't take long to realize that I didn't have many options. I could wait till it all grew in then use electrolysis to remove it all. That wasn't very appealing on either end. The only other option was hormone replacement. There were a few other plusses as well. If done properly, I could go through a relatively normal female puberty and not have things like a deepening voice and facial hair to deal with. The negatives were possible medical complications, my penis probably wouldn't function after long, and I wouldn't be able to have children of my own. I didn't have a real problem with the functioning penis and I figured as long as I was careful and had a good doctor looking after me, there shouldn't be any medical problems. The not being able to have children of my own was a bit more difficult to think about. I didn't want children anytime soon, but I would like to have them at some point. Could I give up that ability? A lot of thought would be necessary before I could make a decision, but it came down to either developing as a female or being able to have children. My gut told me that developing as a female was the better way to go. I could always adopt a child, but I couldn't undo the changes puberty was cause. Yep, being a trans girl is fun...not. That thought took up residence in my mind as I got ready for work. It followed me out of the house and to Brian's to drop off his jacket. I did have the presence of mind to call ahead and make sure he was awake. "Morning, Jules. You sleep well?" he answered. "Good Morning to you. I slept very well. My alarm went off way too soon, though. Mind if I drop by and give you your jacket back?" "Alarms always go off too soon. I appreciate you bringing it back. I can't believe I forgot to get it from you last night." "Yeah, sorry about that. I totally spaced that I was wearing it." "No prob. You know how to get here?" "I will after you tell me." He didn't live that far away from me and, with his directions, it didn't take long to find it. His mother answered the door and welcomed me inside. "You must be Julia. Brian told me you'd be stopping by," she smiled as she led me through the house. "Good morning, Mrs. Corser. I hope you don't mind me coming over so early. I just wanted to give Brian his jacket back and thank him for letting me borrow it," I returned. "It's no problem, Dear. We've all been up for a few hours already. It's kind of you to return it so quickly." "I was supposed to give it back to him last night but we both forgot I was wearing it. I didn't remember until my dad said something about it. Brian's not too upset about me keeping it is he?" "I wouldn't worry about it. He has at least three others just like that one. How do you like Skyview so far?" "I like it a lot. It's so different here than at my old school. I wasn't the most popular girl there and had to deal with more than my fair share of harassment. Here, no one attacks me and I have a few friends already. I don't think I could ask for more." "I like that attitude, Julia. You seem like a very positive person and I love positive people," she said and led me through a sliding glass door and into the backyard. "Brian, you have a visitor. You be nice to the young lady," she told him then disappeared back inside. I figured he had a nicely developed body by the way his clothes fit him. I had no idea how nicely developed he was. Despite the cool morning, he wasn't wearing a shirt and was still glistening with sweat. He wasn't bulky like a body builder, but he was very muscular and had awesome definition. I bet if I got close enough, I could count the individual muscle fibers in his abs. If you looked up the term six-pack abs in the dictionary, his picture was probably next to it. "You know, it's guys like you that raise the bar for everybody else," I joked. "Was that a compliment?" "Maybe. Your jacket," I said offering it back to him. "Thanks, you're an angel. I thought I might have to steal it to get it back." "Why? It's your jacket. I have no right to keep it." "Doesn't stop some girls." "What kind of girls have you been giving your jacket to?" "Not ones like you," he answered. There was a look in his eye that said I was in serious trouble of moving off the friend list and onto the girlfriend list. "Well, be more careful then. I've got to go before I'm late for work. See you Monday at school?" I asked. Not the most graceful response, but I'm new at this. "Umm, yeah, sure," he answered as he led me back through the house. "Thanks, Brian. See you later," I said and just about ran to my car. What am I doing? You might ask. What kind of girl runs from a gorgeous guy who is nice, polite, and interested in her? Having a guy actually be nice to me is something different. I don't know how to handle it. If he were calling me names, making fun, or just ignoring me, I wouldn't have any problem. Nice is confusing. The honest truth is I'm more interested in Becca. Even though everyone and that nagging voice inside my head seems to think I'm secretly into guys, I definitely prefer women. The whole thought of kissing a guy, or worse, seeing him naked, is unsettling to say the least. Boys are ugly and that comes from someone that was one for a long time. Still Brian's workouts have paid off. No, no, no. Not thinking about Brian. He's good looking, yes. It's just that Becca is a lot better looking and more to my preference. There was something between us that wasn't between me and Brian. I could see being good friends with him, but I could see more than friendship with Bec. At least, I hoped for more. My feelings for her worried me a little. I had only known her a short time, but I was missing her already. It had been all of one day without her and I was missing her already? Doesn't it usually take quite a bit longer to form a healthy attachment to someone? I don't want to be the type of girl that falls for someone so quickly. I wanted so much to talk to her, though. I was thinking about calling her when my phone rang. She must have had the same idea. "Hi there, cutie. How'd the date go?" Bec asked. "Maybe a little too good. I think he may try to make me more than a friend. You think telling him we're together would get him off me?" "No, he'd probably think it's hot. Do you mind keeping our relationship between us for now? I know that sounds a bit shady, but my mom is super sensitive about having a lesbian for a daughter. She's threatened to send me to some school that 'promises to straighten me out' as she says. She's liable to make your life hell as well if she finds out about us. You don't even want to know what she did to my first girlfriend." "Yike, that sounds ominous. I can deal with keeping a low profile and there's always my house." "You don't know how lucky you are to have parents as understanding as yours." "I'm beyond lucky. Hey, am I going to get to see you today? I hate to admit it, but I really do miss you already," I said sheepishly. "You're not the only one that feels that way. I'm busy with stuff until six, but I'm free after that." "Perfect, that gives me an hour to get home and get cleaned up. Why don't you meet me at my place about six-thirty or seven? You can meet my parents. They are dieing to meet you." "Meet the people responsible for creating you? I'm there. Look, I gotta run. I'll meet you before seven. And Jules... I, uh," she paused, "hope you have a good day," she finished and hung up before I could say anything. I know that wasn't the way she wanted to end the call. Was she was struggling with the same thoughts I was having? Can we love each other already? Are we in love? No, that can't be it. It's only been a week. That's not enough time. * My workday passed quickly and uneventfully. Bill had me pretty busy changing displays and cleaning the display cameras and other equipment. I was feeling more comfortable moving things around and dealing with the more expensive models. It never occurred to me that I would be able to grab a four thousand dollar EOS-1D and not be very very worried about dropping it. There was a decent amount of care involved, but my heart didn't start pounding when I touched it. Dad wouldn't be too happy to hear that I started thinking the twenty five hundred dollar S3 Pro wasn't too expensive. Honestly, the S3 is still too much camera for me. I like to think of myself as a good amateur photographer. My shots are good compared to the ones you get from those one-time use cameras, but I still have a lot to learn. A digital Rebel would be a better choice for my next step up. That reminds me, I need to get some pics of Becca and Tess away from school and extra-curriculars. Ah Becca, just a few hours away. * Work was finally finished for the day. My plan was to get home and get cleaned up before Bec showed up. Seeing her Rover when I pulled up to the house was a surprise. She wasn't supposed to be there for another few hours. Having your mom and girlfriend alone together is not a good thing. There are way too many secrets and embarrassing stories they can share. I should at least be there to defend myself. "You're early," I told Bec as I walked in to find her and Mom sitting comfortably in the living room talking. I am in so much trouble now. "Sorry, Julie. I finished up early and Mom was on a rampage at home. I was just going to wait outside but your Mom invited me in. I couldn't very well turn her down now could I?" she replied. "Trying to get on Mom's good side already are you? You're such a smart girl and what's with Julie?" I asked as I sat down beside her. We gave each other a big hug and I really wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure how Mom would take that. "Your mom mentioned it earlier and I thought I'd give it a try. It fits you and I like it." "OK, I'll give it an honest try. It still sounds weird to me, though." Mom added, "now that you're here, I can go run a few errands. You girls don't have too much fun while I'm gone." "Too much fun? Is that even possible?" I asked. Bec elbowed me, "she was talking about not having sex you dope." Well, it had been a few days since I was that color red. I guess I was due. Becca didn't seem to be bothered by it. Though, she did get a chuckle about my reaction. "Oh sure, just laugh at my pain, why don't you?" I grumbled. "Give it up, you're not that embarrassed," Bec grinned. "It can't be a good thing that you know me that well already. Am I that predictable?" "I don't think anyone that swaps genders in a week can be considered predictable. How was work?" "Too long. All I wanted to do was come see you. Why was your Mom on rampage?" "The usual, me not having a boyfriend and it being terrible that I'm not even looking for one. I bailed before she started her 'it's a sin' sermon again." She was definitely putting on a show that it didn't bother her, but I could tell it hurt her. There wasn't anything obvious in her voice or body language to suggest it. I just knew she was more upset than she seemed. "That's not all is it?" "Not really, but I don't want to get into it. I'll just get pissed off." "Did anyone ever tell you that holding that stuff in isn't a good thing?" "You're one to talk. I heard the stories about how you were treated at your old school and you never said a word, just kept stuffing it down inside." "I never said that I didn't do it. I merely stated that it's not good for you," I continued. I really wanted her to talk about it. She just needed a little encouragement. "Like you want to hear me bitch about my mother," she griped. "Better out than in." "Didn't you just say that?" "Basically, yes. Come on, spill it so that we don't have it hanging over us the rest of the evening," I reasoned. She was torn between keeping her tough girl image up and just letting go. Her eyes said that she really wanted to let go, that she needed to let go. I stayed quiet and let her mind work for a minute. I swear I could see the moment she decided to let go. The stress and tension that had been pulling at her disappeared as the words began to flow. "Nothing I do is ever good enough for her. All she ever does is point out what I'm doing wrong. I get straight A's, direct the school play which has a very good chance of advancing farther than any other our school has done, have a part time job that I'm good at, and some really good close friends. She doesn't see any of that. All she sees is that I'm a little over weight, I don't dress like some Barbie ideal she has, and don't date enough boys. "All I want is for her to be happy about something I do. I don't need her approval, but it would be nice for her to not be so negative all the time. Sometimes I wonder if she cares anything about me. It feels like she doesn't want me to be me. She wants me to be some tall blonde cheerleader type who's more concerned with how rich a boyfriend she has than actually doing something with her life." "Oh boy, this is definitely a coffee situation," I replied, "wait here, I'll be right back. You probably want to kick off your shoes and get comfy. We're gonna be here a while." I knew that I had only heard the tip of the iceberg. There was a lot more where that had come from and I wasn't going to let her stop until she had gotten everything out. It was only fair, she had already heard all about my issues. My tastes still hadn't matured enough for the type of coffee my Dad makes, but Mom had stocked the cabinet with some stuff that wasn't quite cappuccino but tasted very close. I made a large steaming hot pot and poured a cup for Bec and me. Our old coffee tray was once again pressed into action to help me carry everything. It was a different experience on this side of a coffee situation. I had always enjoyed it when Mom or Dad walked out with drinks for us all as we discussed one situation or another. I never thought that getting it ready was enjoyable as well. There is something about putting things together to help someone feel better that makes you feel better as well. I really did hope that it would help Bec feel a little better. Amazingly, the tray, coffee, and myself made it to the living room without incident. With my balance and luck, that was saying something. After setting the tray down and handing Bec a cup, I walked over to the fireplace and started a nice warm fire. Having a gas fireplace is such a nice feature. "You make such a wonderful wife," Bec smiled. "Is that a proposal?" I asked. She laughed. It wasn't one of those nervous polite laughs people sometimes get in uncomfortable situations. No, it was deep, warm, and musical. I could listen to that all day long and never get tired of it. She had slipped off her shoes and was sitting with her back to the arm of the couch and her feet pulled so that she was taking up little more than one of the three cushions. I took up a similar position on the opposite side of the couch so we could see each other while we talked. We both stretched out a little so our legs were intertwined and we could touch each other. "I don't know. Are you into girls still?" Bec asked. "Hmm, let's see," I responded then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume and feel the softness of her skin and lips. My body tingled and chills raced up and down my back. She returned the kiss with equal passion. "Yeah, I dig chicks," I answered as I leaned back against my arm of the couch. "Good because, against all my mother's wishes, so do I," she smiled. "Tell me more about your mom," was all I needed to say to get her started again. It would be over an hour before she completely purged herself of all the negative feelings that she had pushed down inside. Gradually, the conversation turned more positive. During that time we laughed and cried, hugged and kissed, and enjoyed being with each other. Many secrets were shared along with our fears and dreams. Even though neither of us would admit it, our love also grew. We could both feel the connection between us but didn't know what it meant or how to proceed. I was scared and exhilarated all at once. We were deep into another of those passionate tingle-inducing kisses when Mom got back from her errands. Neither Bec nor I heard her as she came to check on us. "You girls OK in...," she trailed off after seeing what we were up to. A stick of dynamite exploding between Bec and I couldn't separate us as fast as those words did. I hit the arm of the couch hard enough to leave a harsh red welt on my back. The look on Bec's face said she was having a similar problem. "Oh, hi Mom," was all I could think to say. I'm definitely terrible under pressure. "My, you do turn a nice shade of red don't you," Mom smiled. "We didn't mean to do anything. It just happened," I said trying to defend myself. "Julie, do you have any idea how many times I walked in on your sister kissing her boyfriends?" "If it was as often as I did, then it was a lot," I answered not sure where she was headed. "Yes, quite a lot. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You're at the age when you are going to be doing things like this. It wasn't that long ago that I was in the same situation you are in. I don't mind you doing a little kissing, just don't go farther than that, yet." "You're not mad at us?" "Mad at you? No. It was just very weird to walk in and see two girls kissing each other. That's not exactly something I see everyday." "I'm sorry. I'll try and make sure you won't have to see it," I replied a little gloomily. I still didn't know how she felt about having a lesbian for a daughter. "Well, you two making out in front of me wouldn't be very appropriate, but a quick loving kiss, like the ones your father and I share, will be fine." "So you're OK with me being a lesbian?" I asked cautiously. "Sweetheart, if I didn't have a problem with you going from my son to daughter, why would I get upset that you like girls?" "Good point. I should have known you'd be OK with it. I don't know why I was worried." "I wish my mother was as understanding as you are, Mrs. McCloud. It would make my life a lot more bearable," Becca commented. "I'm sorry that your mother is having such a hard time with it, but give her some time. Sooner or later, she'll come to terms with it," Mom replied. "I hope you're right. She's being a real witch in the meantime." "You can always come here to blow off some steam if it gets too bad for you." "Thanks, Mrs. McCloud. I really appreciate that." "No problem," Mom responded then answered her ringing phone. "Hello, Connor. You have a good time with the boys? I'm glad you did. Hang on. I'll ask the girls. Julie, your Dad's offering to bring dinner home. Are you girls hungry?" I looked over at Bec and she happily nodded. My stomach was a bit empty as well. "Sounds good to us, Mom. Where's he stopping at?" I asked. "The Pit. I hope you're up for barbeque." Bec's eyes lit up at the mention of barbeque. I should have guessed she'd be a carnivore. Just the thought made my mouth water. We both decided on sliced brisket sandwiches and fries. I forwarded our order to Mom and she gave it to Dad. Mom hung up with Dad and turned back to us. "How would you two like to help me harass your father?" she smiled deviously. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "I was just wondering how your Dad would react to catching you and Bec kissing. Getting a picture of his expression might be fun, too." Hmm... let me think about this one. I get to harass my father some, spend some more time kissing my girlfriend, and win some points with my mother. Where's the downside to this? "I'm game if Bec is." "Sounds like fun to me," Bec agreed. I grabbed my camera and showed Mom how to use it. Luckily my Fuji can be set to a simple point and shoot. That made showing her much easier. A minute later she was snapping away and having a lot of fun. Bec and I were clowning around making things that much more fun. Our plan was simple. Bec and I got to make out on the couch and Mom would act like she's coming to get us. She's double back and tell Dad to come see something. She'd act very sneaky about it like she was just finding out. Next, she'd come in first and move to the side to let Dad in, giving her the chance of getting a picture of his initial reaction. All we had to do was wait for him to show up. Mom left Bec and us to ourselves and headed to make it look like she was busy in the kitchen when Dad came in. Bec thought it would be a good idea to practice a little. I wasn't going to argue. We started out small but that quickly escalated. Before I realized it, we were really getting into it. Part of my brain was telling me to take it easy but the bigger half was telling me to just shut up and enjoy it. That sounded like a great idea to me. About a second before we started doing a little more than kissing, a flash went off. I looked up to see Dad doing his best impression of a goldfish. I honestly didn't know his eyes could bulge out like that. It took him about a half a second for him to realize he'd been setup. "Women!" he stated then rolled his eyes and walked calmly back into the kitchen. Mom showed Bec and me the picture. His expression was similar to what happens to Wyle E. Coyote when he sees a bomb ready to explode next to him. Yeah, we all found it pretty amusing and got a good laugh out of it. "Now that you three have had your fun for the evening, care to come and have a nice dinner with me?" he asked from the kitchen. The three of us got control of ourselves and headed to the kitchen. I tried very hard not to crack when I looked at Dad, but I kept picturing him chasing after the Road Runner and lost it. Bec and Mom followed quickly after. Dad just sat there with a smile and a "Why me" look on his face. * Dinner was fun. After our initial outburst, we all settled into an easy banter that lasted the entire meal. Even though we all ended up being targets of various comments, no one got their feelings hurt. It was fun and I could tell that Bec really needed a silly night. Her spirit had noticeably improved by the time we finished. Since Dad brought dinner home, it was up to Mom and I to clean up the mess. Bec volunteered to help and we quickly got that done. We did get into a little water fight which made clean up last a little bit longer but was a complete blast. I ended up on the losing end when Mom and Bec ganged up on me with the sprayer from the sink. I was soaked. "You look like a drowned rat," Bec giggled. "I believe you had a little something to do with that and you're not exactly dry either. I'm going to get out of these wet clothes and into a hot shower," I replied. "I don't know if I have anything that will fit you but you're welcome to anything you find." "Thanks, Julie. I'll be there in a minute." My house is ridiculously dangerous when you are wet. Tile and hardwood floors get really slippery when you add a little water to them. It was to my advantage to be very careful making my way upstairs. The last thing I wanted was to fall and bash my cheek again. It was almost starting to feel normal. Leaving wet footprints across the house wasn't going to win any points from Mom. Walking around in wet squishy shoes isn't much fun either, so I pulled them and my equally soaking socks off and then made my way to the bathroom. Once there, I stripped the rest of my overly saturated clothes and stepped into my normal steaming shower. I figured it would be advisable to make it quick. The water was off and I was stepping out a scant five minutes after I got in. I never said I couldn't take a quick shower. A long one is just preferred. I didn't stop to get any dry clothes on my way in, so I wrapped a towel around me and another around my head and walked back to my room. The view I was greeted with was something that I would only have dreamed of a week prior. There was a nearly naked girl standing next to my bed. My timing proved to be perfect for once and I caught Bec as she was changing out of her wet clothes. Can you say "Good Karma"? The surprise of seeing her there and the desire to get a better look kept me frozen in my tracks. Her mother is insane if she thinks Bec needs to lose any weight. She may not have the body of a Hollywood starlet, but I have never been into the anorexic look. Girls aren't supposed to be just skin and bones. She has curves where there's supposed to be and none where there aren't. That somehow made me painfully aware of my shapeless figure. "Are you just going to stand there or are y