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Chapter 8 The nauseous feeling I had felt that morning had grown quickly and suddenly in my first period class. I had to excuse myself during that class to purge that few bites of eggs in the school washroom that I barely made it to in time. I was hunched over the toilet in agony and all I could think about was if the lace from my boyshorts poked out while I was hunched over! I didn't even want to try to explain that one. The obvious thing to do in this case would be to hit the infirmary and call home, but with the way things were going there, I'd probably find myself being forced to watch makeup tips or voice videos in solitary. I got more than one comment from my teachers this day that I should have stayed home. I simply told them it was probably food poisoning and I needed to stick it out for a quiz I couldn't miss in History. It took all I had to keep from throwing in the towel and skipping the last couple periods. Patricia could probably tell that something was wrong after my poor attempt at walking while entering my 7th period class. She was giving me concerned looks during our quiz when I didn't finish early like I normally did. I guess she was used to me checking her out at least a couple of times before the end of the period. My eyes were instead glued to the floor in an attempt to stop the classroom from going Gravitron. During my sluggish waltz out the door on my way to my new study hall she caught up to me. "You're looking a little woozy, Jayce..." She gave me a light pat on my shoulder. "Have we seen the last of you in swim class?" I could tell by the way she asked that question that she was probing for information on what was wrong with me. There was that sincerity in her voice that told me that there could be some mutual feelings shared by her. "I'm the kryptonite to Coach's superman. The Yin to his Yang. I'd miss him too much. Nemesis..." I glared. "Well he does miss you already." She smiled. "He's resorted to teasing Josh in your stead." She always looked so good when she smiled. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the mention of Josh though. I'd always considered him competition for Patricia's attention. The mention of him in the diary as my secret crush didn't help either. "Well I definitely WANT to be there," I said as I gave her the eye. "The doctor / mother alliance hinders my return." My voice cracked as I finished the word return. An embarrassed look formed on my face and I could feel my cheeks beginning to turn red. My voice was settling nicely as of late and I hadn't experienced a crackle like that in at least a few months. Whatever was making me sick was causing all sorts of problems today. "I'll warn the coach you're coming back for him soon?" she said, raising her eyebrow. "Yeah you warn him." I pointed. "I come for his empire." We both shared a laugh as we turned directions. I looked back again as I began to walk to the other building. Patricia was wearing a denim mini skirt and a white polo shirt. If I had been feeling the least bit normal, I probably would have offered to walk her to swim class, even though I couldn't attend. Life is hard. The study hall was about the only class I hadn't needed a bathroom visit. Being allowed to keep my head down and sleep seemed to help. I remained convinced that this day was still better than being dressed like a barbie early and forced into whatever the extra time at home would warrant. After the bell ring and my slow decent into the outside world, I mentally prepared myself for whatever awaited me at home. I hoped that my mom would go easy on me when I broke the news to her that I was deathbed sick. The long journey home didn't help the situation and by the time I got there, I was quickly in the door and straight to the bathroom. Throughout the day I had taken sips of water here and there to stay hydrated, but in the bathroom at that second, I was dry heaving. I heard my mother knocking on the door as my body tried to release every last ounce of food or water I ate today. The good news was I didn't have to tell her how I was feeling. She entered with her hands on her hips and a concerned look on her face. "Was my food really that bad this morning?" She asked in a slightly amused tone. "I'm sorry you don't feel well, honey. How long have you felt sick?" She moved behind me and helped move my hair out of harm's way in case anything actually did come out of my mouth. It felt somewhat comforting to feel her other hand resting on my back. "It's been bearable most of the day.." I lied. "But... My health has been compromised." "Remember that you're home now, Joyce." She warned. "Even when you're sick, I expect you to speak like the young lady you are." I simply sat silently as I waited for the heaving to stop. I knew then that I'd made the right choice by toughing things out at school. I squeezed the chords in the back of my throat like I learned yesterday and responded in my best girl's voice. "Mom... I just want to go to bed." I said, beginning to cry." My new rules were being strictly enforced, and my body seemed to be trying to end it's female occupation by just dying instead. The crying thing was getting out of control. "Let's go upstairs, Honey," my mother soothed. She helped me on my way up the stairs and had me sit on my bed. She walked to my dresser and pulled out one of my new black bras. She continued into the bottom drawer and pulled out the plaid shorts and tank top I wore to bed last night. "I had to wash these after your coma this morning." She laughed. She laid the clothes on the bed and put her hand on my forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, but it's probably best for you to put your night clothes on and rest. Hopefully it's just one of those stomach bugs that comes and goes." She just sat and looked at me expectantly. I began taking off my shirt as she grabbed the bra to help me. "It's easier if you clasp the bra around your waist backwards, and then turn it around to put your arms through it," she said as she began hooking the bra around my waist. As she turned it and I put my arms through it I was actually impressed at how easy it was to do it this way. Nothing like the struggles I had the past couple of days. I adjusted it slightly and then grabbed the tank top and shorts. Since I was already wearing the lace boyshorts, It only took me a minute to don the tank top and shorts. "We won't do the corset tonight because of your stomach." She spoke while adjusting the hem of her dress. "But I do want to pull your hair up just in case." I sat down with my back to her as she motioned and waited for her to tie my hair back into a ponytail. When she was finished tightening the scrunchie she stood up and seemed to be in deep thought. "I'm going to make you some soup in case you feel hungry at any point," she said as she walked toward my door. "I hope you feel better soon, love." On her way out she turned the light off, but left the door open slightly. In the dim light I began to climb under my covers. I was too sick to care about the shorts and tank top at the moment. All I could think about was making the nauseous feeling go away. I did my best to get comfortable and ended up curled into an almost fetal position. I willed the darkness to take me. I remember waking a couple of times during the evening as my mom checked on me and offered soup. It was so surreal to be sleeping the evening away. I didn't get sick very often. Not feeling any better, I opted out by simply shaking my head and putting it back down on the pillow to stop the room from spinning. At one point while I was in one of those half asleep states, I thought I could hear my parents talking. They sounded close to me, but it was like I was in another dimension listening in. "School... Found pills... Should tell the.. the Videos..." I woke into darkness in a cold sweat. I looked at the clock and saw that I'd almost been sleeping for twelve hours and it was 4:00 am. As I stirred, feeling the need to pee, I could tell that the room didn't seem to be spinning anymore and there was an odd sense of calm that I had never felt before. My stomach still wasn't a hundred percent, but I knew that I was feeling better for sure. "Thank God for sleep," I thought as I pushed the covers aside. I made my way to the bathroom for relief from my aching bladder. I simply lowered the shorts and panties and sat on the toilet. While hearing the flow, I began to finally feel how thirsty I was as well. Because I had left my door opened as I peed, I was able to see a bottle of liquid next to my alarm clock in the dim light. "Mom to the rescue..." I said relieved that I wouldn't have to venture too far to find a drink. I quickly pulled the panties and shorts up and flushed the toilet. I felt like a desert madman running toward a mirage. Upon getting closer to my thirst salvation, I noticed there was some old soup next to the bottle of Powerade. I quickly opened the bottle and drank like hydration was going out of style. The soup was room temperature by now and I decided to leave it alone to avoid another day of death. While finishing the bottle of liquid and watching the minutes tick away, I realized that my tired window was passing. It wouldn't be easy for me to fall back asleep before morning. I decided that the best thing for me to do was to spend a couple of hours in the diary and on my computer removing any traces of incriminating evidence and climbing out of the hole I was in. After quietly walking to my door and turning my lights on, I made my way to my computer desk. The green toenails and smooth legs caught my eyes like beacons when I looked down while walking to my computer chair. "The more motivation the better," I thought as I sat down. The diary of doom was still sitting next to my keyboard where I had left it after my first counter transgender entry last night. I remembered that my day at school and my brief stint as a corpse had given my parents plenty of time to peek at it if they wanted to. I opened it to the page bookmarked by the pink satin divider. "Whaaa?" The noise escaped my lips as I began to read what I wrote in yesterday's entry. I read the rest aloud in complete disbelief. "Today I could only describe in my dreams. It felt like everything I've always wanted and more. It was definitely nice to finally have all of my new clothes in the open. I don't have to hide my cute shoes anymore! I don't know why I was so scared for my parents to discover the inner me. I felt perfect in the dress and heels. I just wish I filled it in all the right areas if you know what I mean! -Smiley face. Joyce." I just sat there. My entire being wasn't ready to read that. None of this could even be possible... Could it? "How?" I whined. "Seriously... How in the..." As the anger inside began to rise to a boiling point, I began furiously ripping the pages from the diary. I didn't stop until every page was removed from the false book and turned to pieces. The act itself shouldn't have caused me to be as exhausted as I was when I finished, but the sheer amount of effort and anger I put into destroying that blasted book wearied me. "Good riddance," I sneered as I breathed heavily from my exertion. While I was resting from my tantrum; eyeing the mess that I made, I tried to make sense of the entry and how it got there. I thought at that point that it probably would have been better if I examined the book before destroying it. I was just so angry. Only a few people could have possibly changed that entry. I reasoned that it wouldn't make much sense for my parents to do it. I looked around and wondered if the Bishop had somehow regained access to my room. I immediately remembered the window I left cracked from last night, but calmed myself when I realized he would need to use a ladder and climb through the window. He seemed determined, but he wasn't Spiderman. That would have woke me up for sure anyway. I then realized that I did wake up the other night, but I didn't see the Bishop when I looked around the dark room. The butt pain did come to mind though. That morning's spider bite was still feeling a little bruised when I pressed it with my finger. It seemed too far fetched that the Bishop could have pulled that off. I would need to ask my mother if she left the house at any point yesterday. This was getting crazier by the minute. I then thought back to what the entry said... It seemed almost like what I wrote, but in a backwards kind of way. The Bishop wouldn't have needed to know what I was doing to rewrite the entry. Why was he doing this? I started picking up the pieces of the diary and placing them in my trash bin. It seemed plausible that if he was able to somehow sneak into the house and change the entry, that more things might have been planted somewhere in the house. I had to use this time for more damage control before anything else confirmed my debacle. I picked up the pace in which I was cleaning the mess. I didn't have much time left before my dad got up for work, and I didn't want him to know I was awake. I immediately logged into my computer after the mess was cleaned up. The next step after destroying the diary would be to delete any video or evidence that worked against Jayce. Since the diary was still being used against me somehow, I couldn't risk leaving anything else around. I went through the folder that my mother found the first night and permanently deleted it. A thorough search through the rest of my folders didn't yield anything new, so I quickly changed my password and shut the computer down. I then, out of paranoia, unplugged the ethernet cord. Bishop Price could be an internet hacker for all I knew! He was already full of surprises. I kept getting reminded that whatever the Bishop had planned was being continuously reinforced. I had to use any spare time I had to destroy the planted evidence, and maybe start losing some sleep to brainstorm things I could do to get out of this. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 5:00. Normally I didn't wake up for school until the last possible minute, so I had a couple of hours before I needed to get ready, but a great thought entered my mind that if I got ready sooner, I could at least ditch the bra and girly pajamas for my school clothes. This would brighten my mood a bit for sure. I quickly stood and made my way to my dresser to grab one of my few remaining pairs of jeans and t-shirts. A brief glance through my new underwear drawer dampened my spirits slightly. The pair that had the most coverage was the second pair of boyshorts, but the pink color would be sure to stick out if I had some sort of accident at school. If I ended up flashing any of the colors in this drawer, even though every waistband in there was lace, it would be black or white. I reluctantly chose a pair of white cheekie style panties with a faux lace up pattern on the rear. I considered my pickings rather slim because ten of the pairs in that drawer are lacy thongs. Nope. I walked into my bathroom and started the water. It was my third morning shedding female clothing and I prayed there wouldn't be many more. The way the water felt when I was finally in the shower soothed my mind slightly. It felt great to just rest against the shower wall and let the water fall down my body. If my dad wasn't due up at any moment for his own shower, I would have simply stood there for an hour. I reluctantly grabbed the bath products I had used for the past couple of days. I figured that by now that anyone within a 5 foot radius of me could recognize the faint strawberry and cucumber aroma. After taking time to make sure all of the hair and body care products were rinsed, I grudgingly turned the water off and began to towel off. The lack of background noise alerted me of some bustling from below. "Shit... No wakey..." I whispered to myself. I went into mouse mode and began making all of my movements slow and quiet while I grabbed my school clothes. The cheekies sat higher on my bum than the boyshorts. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder to see how high they sat on my waist. The action actually made me feel slightly guilty for falling into such a feminine activity. "I'm going to try out for the football team when this is all said and done," I thought. I was going to need a masculinity boost. I looked in the mirror after getting dressed and did my best to forget how I looked the other day. It was really hard to see how well I could pass as a girl with the right hairstyle and makeup. I simply ran the brush through my hair and contemplated sneaking out to cut it. Sticking it to the man had simply turned into sticking it to myself. I was startled by a clunk noise coming from my room. Slowly, I opened the door to find out what caused the noise. I saw my mother bending down to pick up the spoon that must have fallen from the bowl of soup that was on my night stand. "Surprise!" She laughed as she picked up the spoon. "I was just coming up here to let you know that you could sleep some more if you still felt sick. I called your school already and left a message that you would be out today." She walked closer to me with a soft expression. "You don't need to be dressed for school, Joyce... I think it's important that you take a day off." "Wait.. Mom." I stopped, remembering that I would need to use my feminine voice while at home. "Mom.. I'm feeling much better today. It must have been one of those quick stomach bugs like you said." "I believe you, Love... But I've already made up my mind and made the call to the school. At this point, it's more about you taking a recovery day," she said concerned. "I think it's a good idea for you to relax today after the mess you went through yesterday." I couldn't find any words to come back with. It seemed like the laws of the unfair universe had decided to kick me while I was already down. I just walked to my bed and sat down with a glum expression. "Cheer up, buttercup," she scolded. "Put the school clothes away and just wear what I picked out for you yesterday. I just folded it and placed it on your bed chest." My eyes were drawn to the bed chest to examine my next big disappointment. "Oh... Any bra should work for this outfit, just wear whatever matches your panties," she finished saying as she made her way to the stairs. I stood and walked to my bed chest to see what was folded there. I hadn't even noticed it this morning when I was flailing like a two year old. Examining it, I was again saddened to see it was one of the new dresses from Mom's shopping extravaganza. It was a chiffon skater dress with the top half being white lace and the bottom half being a dark navy blue. Resigned to my fate yet again for the coming day, I walked to my underwear drawer for the second time this morning to grab the white push up bra that closest matched my panties. "Matching underwear... I thought. "Unreal." I took my t-shirt off and opened the bottom drawer in my dresser to place my school clothes back into their spot. The last remaining remnant of my male clothing being quarantined to the bottom drawer was disheartening. Calling the Bishop and demanding answers was becoming a real possibility as the time ticked by. I began clasping the bra hooks together around my waist like my mother had shown me yesterday after school. It sucked that the only thing I remembered learning of value yesterday was how to put a bra on easier. I adjusted the straps and made sure it was as comfortable as it could be before turning to the dress. The upper half of the dress looked to zip in the back, I would have to get my Mom to help me once I was able to climb into it. I took it to the mirror in the bathroom and began climbing into the dress after unzipping the top half. The waist stretched to allow the lower half to cover me, but it was slightly snug at the waist as I put my arms through. Joyce was reemerging before my eyes in the bathroom mirror. "I would zip you up..." I heard my mother chime in behind me. "But I think it would look better with the corset. Those skater dresses require a woman's waist to fit right." "You're like the cat that came back!" I said startled. "Let's just take it off and itty bitty that waist so it fits right." She laughed. I avoided a whiny comment of dismay. It was still early in the morning and I would be slapped with a "put on your big girl panties" retort. I just quietly started stepping out of the dress while my mother fetched the waist destroyer. When she returned she gave me playful slap on the butt and sounded a wolf whistle. "Baby got back... You look darling in those." As she pointed to the lacy white underwear. The blush factor was again apparent in the mirror as she wrapped the corset around my mid section and began lacing it. "Assume the position," she said, acting like a police officer. "Do you have any weapons or sharp objects, miss?" "Where would I hide them, officer?" I said with a hint of sarcasm. This prompted a pinch on my rear, close to where the spider must have bit me. The girlish yelp I made wasn't at all the hardened criminal character I was going for. "Ergh. Mom!" I squealed as I tried to reach back and return the favor, but as I was reaching back for revenge, she yanked hard on the corset strings. This immediately quelled my efforts and caused me to put my hands on the mirror again. "I'm tacking on resisting arrest to your long list of charges, girl," she said forcefully before laughing out of character. I couldn't help but smile even though the life was being squeezed out of me again. We had always been closer than my dad and I were, but it was almost like there was a different dynamic to our relationships the moment they thought I wanted to be Joyce. It's like all of a sudden my dad had forgotten how to be a hardass and my mom felt even closer than she already was. Even though I could grow to enjoy this new dynamic, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life putting on makeup and wearing dresses. That would severely hinder my chances of getting with Patricia at some point. "Here comes the hard part," my mother warned. "Stretch your arms a little higher." I stood on my tip toes and reached for the top of my bathroom mirror. It was a sight to behold myself stretching as my mother rested her knee on my rear while she pulled with all of her might. I remembered the shallow breaths I would need to take until my body was able to adapt to the restricted space it was able to occupy. She finally began to tie the laces and I was able to relax. I remained as calm as I could knowing that freaking out would just make everything worse. "Now... Let's see how the dress looks on a sweet girl with some curves," she said catching her breath a bit. I grabbed the dress and stepped into it like I had done earlier. Once the elastic reached the thinnest part of my thinned waistline, it was apparent that the dress was meant to shrink at the waist. Once my arms were successfully encased into the garment, my mother started to zip it up behind my back. The dress seemed to flair above my hips and seemed kind of short. I instinctively turned to the side to see how much it covered me from behind. It showed off much of my thighs and I was scared. "These dresses were made for good girls that like to tease a little." She winked. "We probably won't be leaving the house today though, so you're off the hook." "Ain't no one I know that I wanted to "tease" wearing this," I thought in the back of my mind. "We're going to do your hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror today so I can teach you the basics." She just had me stand there and wait until she could return with all of "my" make up. I took a small amount of time to look over the way I looked in the dress. There was a slight lack of shape in the upstairs department, but the push up bra did give the illusion of small breasts without stuffing it with anything. "Patricia would stop traffic in a dress like this," I imagined. It seemed like it could be worn as a casual or semi-formal dress and was definitely perfect for the spring weather we were now experiencing. The weeks weather forecast was clear and sunny for the whole week. Before this week it would be a perfect opportunity for my Dad to drop not so subtle hints to get outside and do yard work. I'd trade for that situation in a heartbeat over being stuck inside learning how to put my makeup on correctly. "I'll start with foundation and then we'll work our way to the eyes," my mother said as she returned with copious amounts of makeup. "Some of this is mine so we can test different looks." I could tell she was excited as she sat the makeup on the sink counter. I sighed and gave a visible frown in the mirror as she began opening the concealer. "Get ready for girl 101," she said grinning behind me. Chapter 9. "Recovery day my ass..." I thought to myself as I finally sat in the living area and examined my aching feet. I crossed my right leg over my left and removed one of the heels I was forced to wear after the hours of hair and makeup lessons. The wedge heels the day before were nothing like these. I didn't really have a problem walking around in those, but the "hot date" shoes my mother was making me wear around for practice were something else. They were the infamous white 4'' platform heels with the peep toe. The same ones she said I would grab boy attention with. Girl 101 sucks. As I sat there rubbing my aching foot, I recollected the farthest thing from an actual recovery morning I could think of. I remembered it starting with an hour of proper makeup order and the basics of applying foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. She thought it necessary to remove and apply them three times with me watching before having me try on my own few times. "I'm expecting you to do this on your own from this point forward, so make sure you're doing your best!" she said as she watched me apply my mascara for the third time. The rigorous practice reminded me how serious of a situation this all really was. My mom was telling me that I'd be applying my own makeup each day at home. On top of that I was expected to dress and compose myself as my parents only daughter down to my voice. What really frightened me was how quickly my life was slipping away from me. My feminine voice was quickly becoming easier and easier for me to remember every time I spoke. The third time seemed to be the charm as the makeup job I had done seemed to satisfy her on my ability to apply beginners makeup. If I was intentionally trying to sabotage my look, I had failed. The mirror showed that I could definitely pass visually as a "good girl who wanted to tease." My hair was still a little wet and wavy, but I knew when my hair was done I'd even pass as a cute girl. Ugh. My heart sank even further into the abyss as I heard my dad wandering up the stairs. It must have been time for him to go make the big bucks. He normally ate and took off from the kitchen, but my mother wasn't normally upstairs helping her new daughter fix her hair and makeup. "Hi, girls," he said making his way toward the bathroom. I nervously pulled the hem of the dress as far down my thighs as it would give, as if the action of covering as much leg as possible would make me seem more masculine. The truth was it probably just made me seem even more feminine to him. "TGIF," he said as he kissed my mom goodbye. He then leaned close to me and kissed high on my forehead and then turned back to my door. "I love you, girls. Hope you're feeling better, Joyce," he said as he exited. I couldn't remember a time in my life that my dad had ever kissed me. I was visibly stunned and just sat there trying to avoid the blush that was surely beginning to show. "You keep blushing and quietly charming like that and you'll have that credit card in a couple of days," Sshe teased. "I'm not trying to charm anyone!" I retorted. "Boys just see a sweet young naive girl and it plays on their macho need to provide and protect." She winked. "If you're this good already, no boy is safe." I could feel my body beginning to slouch in despair. Every decision or mannerism I was making seemed to be having the opposite effect. "Go and grab your computer chair and bring it in here so we can do your hair." The loud sigh I gave before I made my way into my room for the chair prompted a hair tug from my mother. Rather than turn and retaliate, I simply turned and stuck my tongue out in her general direction. I didn't want to risk another tickle fight or something that made it seem like I was having fun. It felt awkward sitting in a computer chair in my bathroom as my mother began showing me how different hair styles could work with my current hair length. I could tell that her excitement was beginning to shine as she talked about my hair by how much she was smiling and instructing me. "Your facial structure is perfect for up-do's." "Your bangs look cute when you separate them and tie the rest back." "Blonde highlights would brighten your look and really make your eyes pop!" "If you're going to keep your hair down, separate it here and let it hang down in front of this eye." "There are several ways to tie your hair back. Ponytails, braids, buns, bobby pins, pencils.." I mostly just sat there in a zone. Nodding occasionally to make it seem like I had the slightest clue what she was talking about. It might as well have been an ancient dialect of Greek. "And tomorrow, after your breast implants are done, we'll both head to Vegas and become strippers." I saw my mother smile in the mirror. I simply nodded again wondering when it all was going to end. "You aren't even listening to me!" she chided as she gave me a shoulder check. "Mom! We've been doing hair and makeup for two hours now," I whined. "Fine.. Ya big baby." She began teasing again. "We'll just part your hair here and do a cute little bob." Finally seeing a bit of light at the end of the tunnel, I paid attention how she parted my hair at an angle and brushed the hair over my head. "Look down so I can brush in some volume," she added. It felt awkward to look down while my hair was being brushed. She added her blow dryer on high heat and finally let me sit normally as she just combed out some stray hairs. Joyce had returned. I moved my hand to slide the hair out of my field of vision slightly. I'd have to constantly keep doing that if I didn't want the hair to hang over my right eye all day. I didn't spend much time looking at my reflection. Like the day before yesterday, I knew I passed far more than I wanted to as a girl. My lack of contact sports and life of videogames and junk food had caused my body to lack definition. With just a hint of shape and an ounce of makeup, I could fool just about anyone. "Okay, Joyce. Let's stuff our faces. I have the hunger," she said getting excited again. "Oh food... How I've missed thee," I said longingly. The mere mention of food made my stomach cry for sustenance. "I'm going to get changed myself and throw my face on," she continued as she led me out of the bathroom. "Wear your white pumps today. You're going to need some practice getting used to heels." I instinctively walked toward my closet without thinking of anything other than needing to put on some shoes. I came to my senses the moment I grabbed them. They were the attention grabbing heels from my dream. "You said these were for special occasions!" I shouted at her while she walked down the stairs. "I think my daughter learning how to walk in heels is a pretty special occasion!" She sang. ...................................................... As I finished recounting how I got into these shoes in the first place, I realized that my feet were starting to feel a little better after giving them a quick rub down. I quickly placed both shoes back on my feet and just sat there with my legs together as my mother had instructed earlier. Her idea of a recovery day was doing chores like laundry and vacuuming. She told me that as soon as I finished three loads of laundry and had the house vacuumed, we would spend the rest of the day vegging out. What tipped me off that the whole thing was just girl training in disguise was how she would constantly interrupt what I was doing to give me tips on how to walk more gracefully in the heels, or to sit with her for a few seconds for a "break" so she could critique me on how to smooth my dress before sitting. "Boys are always looking for a chance to get a free look at your goods. So make sure you're keeping your legs together or crossing your legs carefully." Her words rang in my head. "And this fucking hair!" I screamed in my head as I pushed it out of my face for the 20th time this morning. The two chores that my mother had assigned me this morning were done and I was hoping for the promise of being a vegetable. "Girl, you do good work," my mother said startling me. "It's time for some good old fashioned relaxation." I could hear her leaving her room as I turned to her. She walked out wearing her black bikini while carrying a bag. I should have known earlier what she was talking about when she mentioned being veggies. A phrase I had heard many times from her came to mind. "Vegetables need sunlight." I was beginning to get excited about maybe getting a much needed nap while she sunbathed until she sat the bag down next to me. "I got you a few things yesterday," she said in a giddy tone. Feeling my excitement deflate, I pulled two towels out of the bag to see some things remaining. The first item I pulled out was a black one piece bathing suit. Upon further examination it seemed to have a thin halter strap and an intricate mesh design around the midsection that would give a slight peek of the wearer's tummy and back. "Cute, right?" my mom said as I sat it down with a frown. "There's more!" I looked into the bag and began pulling the rest of the contents out one by one. "I took a little trip to that store across town yesterday I couldn't make it to earlier this week!" she continued. I looked at the small black piece of heavy duty fabric that was shaped like a thong and sat it beside the swim suit. The next item seemed to be in a clear container and looked like realistic boobs. "Okay.. So the thong looking garment is called a gaff. It will help give you the illusion of a flat groin. The breast forms will give your girls a "B" size boost." She laughed. "Seriously... Mom. I feel like we're overdoing this. It's all so fast. You're spending money on things I probably won't need after I speak with the therapist," I said with exasperation. "Love... Just worry about listening to us for now. Nothing we've seen or read so far has aligned with what you keep saying," she said sternly. A feeling of satisfaction came over me as I thought back to my book tearing tantrum and hard drive wipe of anything else that might convince my parents I was anything more than a pop culture princess. I simply placed the three items back in the bag noticing that her nail products and tanning lotion were also in the bag. My SPF 45 sunblock was lying next to those. Her vegetative state was becoming more clear by the moment. "I'll help you get the forms in after you're in your gaff and swimsuit if you need," she said pointing toward my parents bathroom. "Call if you need any help." She began walking toward the kitchen but stopped abruptly and circled around behind the sofa where I was sitting to unzip my dress. "Almost forgot..." I heard her say as she snapped my bra and shuffled away giggling. "Vengeance shall be mine!" I cursed. "No respect..." I just sat for a minute contemplating this train wreck of a day. At least I'd get to take the heels off. I hated to admit it, but three hours of vacuuming and moving laundry back and forth in the heels was making it easier to walk in them over time. For some reason I decided to leave them on for the trek to the bathroom just to see if I was right. The graceful sway and earlier instruction from my mother had made the short distance a breeze. After placing the bag filled with my new swimsuit on the sink counter, I looked in the mirror with sadness. I looked taller with the heels on and saw the hem of my dress above the countertop in the mirror. The dress itself was oddly comfortable. If I wasn't forced to walk around in the heels, I might have forgotten I was even in the dress. I stepped out of the shoes and began removing the dress. With the witchcraft bra removal tips from my mother, removing the bra was much easier this time with the panties soon following. "I should have asked if I could take this stupid thing off.." I whispered to myself about the corset. I stared at the gender confused picture in the mirror. My face was definitely a pretty sight, and the thinned midsection added to the illusion, but my package and my flat chest made me seem like a freak of nature. I'd never seen a gaff before this day. It took me a second to realize it was similar to thong underwear with a strong fabric. I tucked myself again and pulled the garment up and adjusted it. Like the corset, it felt a couple of sizes too small and managed to squish everything I had into my body. "Guys do this to themselves on purpose?" I mused. "What is this world coming to." I pulled the swimsuit from the bag and shook my head. Every second I was at home was pushing me further into the world of females. I remembered my thought about spontaneously combusting from the other day raised my eyes to the heavens. I climbed into the stretchy garment and adjusted the halter strap around my neck. The flat groin and curvy figure pushed my reflection far back into the feminine spectrum of things. If I had not been wearing the corset, the flirty mesh in the midsection would show off my stomach along with everything else the swimsuit didn't cover. I looked into what remained in the bag and decided to grab the inserts. Upon opening the clear container and picking one up for the first time, I could tell that they had a life like feel and appearance. I almost laughed when I read the skin tone on the container was "white girl wasted." The color was very close to my own skin. It was a slight struggle to get them positioned in the cups of the swimsuit and positioned right on my chest, but the added illusion really upset me. "I shouldn't be able to pass as a girl in a bathing suit!" I spat. There were subtle hints that anyone paying attention might see, but I really did look like a girl I would stare at if I saw me at the beach. These constant reminders and revelations were causing me some serious stress. I placed the dress and the matching underwear on the counter and walked toward the back door with the bag. I looked before opening the door and saw that my mother had purchased another lounge chair and had it set up next to hers. I took a deep breath and opened the door to step into our back yard. I was feeling a degree of fear walking outside for my first time in feminine garb. Things started to heat up in our neck of the woods the moment March hit, and it was a perfect day to catch some rays. I just wished it was under different circumstances. "They don't call it the Sunshine State for nothing," my mother said, lowering her shades. "Wowza.. Girl. It's a good thing we have a tall fence." Two reasons to blush in 10 seconds. The fence was the only reason I wasn't too scared to go outside. My dad found out that the neighbor was timing his yard work around my Mom's sunbathing schedule. This prompted the 6 foot tall privacy fence. It put me at ease knowing that people wouldn't be watching us.... Unless they went total perv and peaked over the fence. That thought made me glance around a bit as I brought the bag to my lounge chair. "I just want to sleep for ten days," I said solemnly. "Psh... You've slept enough for two days." She laughed. "I've got an exciting weekend planned for us anyway." Without speaking, I nervously wondered what else she could possibly have planned for the rest of the weekend. My mother just grabbed the bag and began pulling out some items and sat them next to us. "I've already gotten most of my body with my tanning lotion. I'll do your sunblock so you don't get any on your nails," she said with excitement. I just gave her a quizzical look and had the look of confusion on my face. I couldn't understand why it would be bad to get any on my nails. "We're going to be giving those nails of yours a much needed manicure, miss," she answered, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "Re-doing your toes too, drives me crazy when I see fingernails that don't match the feet!" "We have church on Sunday!" I said in a panic. "Three words... Nail. Polish. Remover." She sighed. "Just go with the flow my love. I know this is something you've been wanting to do. So here's your chance." Her words reminded me of a diary entry about girls getting to sit around and chatting while doing their nails. I didn't understand why girls even liked that. As a guy, I prefered a game or two with my friends. "Your foundation has spf 15, so keep it away from your face. It can also block pores too, so it's good to shower afterwards. She instructed. Even though I was stressed, embarrassed, and afraid that any moment neighbor Dave would poke his above the fence, the soothing motion of her hands rubbing the thick liquid into my shoulders and neck was calming. "Just lie down on your stomach until I finish your arms and legs, then I'll have you turn over," she spoke teasingly. From my neck down to my feet she rubbed the sunblock as I relaxed a bit. Like the smooth legs under my sheets, this wasn't something that was all that bad. "Okay, love. Turn and I'll finish your front," she ordered. As I turned over she handed me an extra pair of large rimmed sunglasses. Without saying a word I simply placed them on my face and did my best snooty rich girl impression while looking off in the distance. "Own it," my mother laughed as she continued rubbing the sunblock down my body. "I know you're probably itching for a nap, but it should only be another 45 minutes longer and the vegging will begin!" She handed me acetone and some cotton wipes and pointed at my toes. "We're going to change the color so it matches tomorrow's outfit," she continued. "Sometimes girls think ahead." "What are we doing tomorrow? I asked while I removed the green color on my toes. I watched as she lowered her sunglasses and gave me a surprised look. "You seriously don't know what tomorrow is?" "Uhmmm. Saturday?" I said sarcastically. My mother just lowered her shades and shook her head in disappointment. "It's your dad's birthday genius." "Oh... Shit." I slipped. This prompted the stern head movement I usually saw when I was pushing my mother's buttons or using curse words. Of course it was my Dad's birthday tomorrow! Why wouldn't it be? Why couldn't I make sense of the signs before they took me by the hand and slapped me in the face? With the pieces put together finally in my mind, I started drawing a picture of what tomorrow might look like while I finished removing the green polish from my toes. We always went out to a special restaurant to celebrate my Dad's "age change" as he called it. It was a formal event for the family and required my Sunday best. I didn't have to think too hard about what that meant for me. My nails and toes were going to be painted to match my outfit tomorrow. My mother had said she had an exciting weekend planned for us. My mother usually tanned and got her hair and nails done before special occasions. I decided to try and be sneaky with my questions. "What restaurant did Dad choose this year?" I asked. "He really liked that Italian place we went to last year; Casa D'angelo's," she said. "Our reservations are at 7:00 Pm. "Yuuummmmmmmm," I cooed. "That place has the best lasagna in the world." The lasagna memory momentarily made me forget my next question, but I remembered as I closed the cap on the acetone. "That place is fancy... What am I wearing tomorrow for dinner? I asked slowly. "You said my nails need to match my outfit tomorrow?" "I thought you'd never ask!" she said, leaning in. Her hands went inside the bag and eventually pulled out a clear coat and frosty pink color. "I put a dress on hold at the Galleria where we'll be getting our hair done... It's a darling Spanish lace priscilla dress in this color." My mother was already grabbing the nail file and grabbing at my hands. Before I could object or speak my sheer terror about going out in public as Joyce, my mother just continued like a giddy schoolgirl. "That dress will go perfect with your Tan heels...." "We're scheduled at the Salon tomorrow for 1:00 PM for a cut and a style..." "We should have some extra time tomorrow before we come home to get ready if you want to shop around for a bit?" She was going to town filing my nails as I just sat in my usual dumbfounded state. I wasn't sure if I regretted asking or not. It probably would have been worse if the news was broken to me tomorrow that I would be going to a salon to get my hair done and pick up my pink Spanish dress. "Joyce... Come in, Joyce. This is mission control," my mother interrupted. "Uh... Sure," I answered hastily. "Yay!" she squealed. "Your dad is going to drop us off at the Galleria tomorrow and then he's off for a round of Golf... Barf." She had stuck her finger in her mouth to emphasize the word barf. She must have pushed the finger too far though, because she actually gagged and dropped the nail file. I burst out laughing as she coughed a bit to regain her composure. I hadn't stopped laughing by the time she finished and the contagious moment caused her to start laughing too. The timing on that bit of laughter seemed to be perfect. My anxiety was at an all time high with the constant barrage of current and future feminine experiences. We both calmed down a bit as my senses began coming back to me. I began to wonder who my dad was going to be golfing with. The thought crossed my mind to ask my mother, but I'd dealt with enough disappointment for one day. I'm sure it was something my mother didn't really want to talk about either anyway. My mother and I talked for a while after that while she helped me paint my fingers and toes. True to the days trend, she had me do the fingers on my left hand for practice. While the first coat was drying, my mother ran into the house quickly and told me to just sit still while she grabbed something for us. I just let myself relax into the chair and let the sun work it's wonderful warm relaxing magic. My mind was slightly troubled while my body relaxed. No matter how much I said or tried, the days just kept being filled with girly things. I knew if things kept this way for too long, I might begin to lose track of who I really was. My mother seemed happier, my dad was already treating me differently, and it was a constant barrage of feminine immersion and training. I didn't even want to think about it, but if the therapist wasn't going to recommend a full reversal of my parents plan after we spoke; and if the Bishop played dumb with me, I didn't really have any sort of plan. I settled it in my mind that I couldn't last 3 months like this with no real assurance that my parents would change their minds at the end of it. Was I too chicken to run away from home if my only plans fell through? Before I could let my mind continue, my mother was walking out with a bucket filled with what looked like six or so hard lemonades. "Momma's gettin' druuuuunk," I teased. "Correction..." she said shaking her finger. "Girls are gettin' buzzed!" "Really?" I said completely caught off guard. She sat and opened the first pink beverage and handed it to me. A warning from her to remember that my nails aren't dry yet prompted me to hold it carefully. As I sipped the beverage for the first time to take in it's taste, she opened one for herself and took a generous drink. "I figured since your alcohol cherry was popped already this week, that there really wasn't much of a reason left to not let you do it once in awhile under supervision." She shrugged. I thought back to my first drink a few days back. It did taste really good, but the nefarious plot behind the drink itself got my blood flowing a bit from the annoyance it caused. "Plus I get a little bored on the weekdays sometimes." She laughed as she held her drink out in my direction. I simply clinked my beverage with hers as we both took another sip of our drinks. We spent a little more than 45 minutes finishing the second color coat and clearcoat, but the drinks and conversation gave me a second wind. I was finishing my last lemonade about the time my mother put the clear coat on my last toe. This prompted me to stretch my arms and legs ahead of me to see what the finished product looked like on all four of my limbs. "Now just let them dry and don't ruin them," my mother said putting everything back in the bag. "We don't want to attempt any repair jobs before we celebrate your Dad's birthday." The buzz my mother mentioned earlier had hit me half way through my third drink and I couldn't deny that I was having a bit of fun joking around with my mother while she painted my fingers and toes. "Mom... The skin tone on these breast forms is "white girl wasted." I laughed. "Seriously?" She giggled. "What do you think of them? They look so realistic under your swimsuit." The logical side of my brain was disappearing as the buzz took over. I'd never felt anything like it before. Everything we said was suddenly funny, and I just felt a warmth from my head to my toes. "My Goodies, my goodies, my goodies.. Not my goodies," I sang while pretending to fondle them. This prompted more laughter as my mother took the empty bottles to our waste bin. We continued for a few more minutes joking around before we both kicked back and just talked. Most of the conversation shifted around my Dad and how school was going. I don't remember when the conversation lulled exactly, but I found myself fast asleep as the warmth from the sun relaxed me. I was walking down the hallway at school making my way to swim class. Patricia and I were talking about a prank we could play on our swim coach. Patricia was looking good in her expensive denim jeans and white tank top. My mind then thought it odd that my footsteps were making a clicking noise while hers did not. Before my mind got too suspicious, I felt her hand dragging me into the open janitor closet next to the entrance to the girl's locker room. "This vent leads to the girls locker room," she said pointing to an air duct above our heads. "We can always hear the janitor in here cursing about 'those pesky kids' and the next mess he has to clean up." I simply looked at her with my head tilted, not understanding what that had to do with our previous conversation. She just walked passed me and pulled the door closed. I could tell she jiggled the door handle a bit to make sure it was locked. As I turned around to tell her we were going to be late for class, I was surprised as both of her hands took hold of my head for a passionate kiss. My breath simply left my body as she pushed me into the cinder block wall in the dim light. Her tongue invaded my mouth as she locked my wrists above my head. I was feeling intensity, confusion, and heat throughout my body at the same time. "I've never seen Patricia be so aggressive..." I said in my mind. It seemed like the kiss would never end as she let go of my wrists and started to roam my body. The alarm bells went off in my head again the moment one of her hands reached my legs below my shorts. My mind drifted to the pleasant feeling I received when my hairless legs rubbed against my sheets at night. But why did it feel like that? I broke the kiss long enough to watch Patricia's hand roughly grab the bottom of my left thigh and raise my leg as she pushed me into the wall with greater force. It wasn't the way that she was ordering me around that caused me great distress at that moment; my body seemed to be reacting to it. I just didn't expect to see my hairless leg being raised into my field of vision. A quick examination while Patricia began kissing my neck indicated that my shorts were not shorts at all. The pleated grey fabric definitely didn't connect between my legs and was being hiked by her actions. As she nibbled and whispered in my ear about how hot I looked in the skirt and heels, my thoughts began to become labored. "Heels.. What heels?" I thought, trying to concentrate on the things that were not making sense to me. Another glance to my feet confirmed the odd clicks I was hearing earlier as we walked. They looked to be matching grey heels with a soft felt material. So strange. Her continued whispers in my ear about not being able to control herself and how long she's been waiting to do this were making me forget how ridiculous it was that I was wearing a skirt and heels while we made out. Our lips were locked again and the only place I could put my arms was on her shoulders and around her neck. I felt odd pleasure coming from my groin while her other hand began rubbing me underneath my skirt. It felt like a warmth was radiating through me as she surprised me further by ramming me against the wall with great force while her hand continued it's magic. Through the haze a thought crossed my mind. "Why am I not getting hard?" "Huhhh," I heard a feminine sigh audibly. It didn't exactly sound like Patricia though. What was going on? The pleasure in my abdomen was beginning to turn into a wildfire. I closed my eyes tightly as the pressure built below. I could feel patricia remove her hand for a few moments as she locked on to my neck with intense pressure with her mouth. I was about to open my eyes again, but the pleasure again returned to my lower region. "Ohhh," I heard myself squeal in a feminine tone. Her second arm scooped up my remaining leg as she drove all of her weight into me. "Shit.. When did you get so stro.. onn..ng.. Ahh!" The pleasure she was giving me was beyond anything I'd even imagined before. I felt the need to kiss her again as the pressure began to build in intensity again, but an awkward sensation of stubble rubbed my cheek this time. "Huh?" I opened my eyes just in time to see Josh Summerville's lips lock against mine. I felt his groin elevating my body with each thrust. My mind immediately revolted against the pleasure. "Josh..Stop it. Ahh. Don't... Please.. Ahh." The sighs were coming involuntarily now. I pushed against his chest with all of my might and tried to get my legs free as I wiggled. This only brought new sensations of a void being filled below. "Josh... Stop... What is that!?" I said losing my strength. Even if I was freed at this point I could tell I wouldn't be able to stand right now with the way my body was reacting to being impaled. Before I could mount another attempt to break free, his lips locked mine as his entire body now drove me into the wall. Again he rammed me like he was trying to prove a point. It felt like my insides were squeezing him with every new thrust. The intense pleasure caused my ankles to lock behind him even though my mind was commanding my arms to push him away. "Ohhh. Jos.. Stop! Ahh.. No. Don't... Stop... Ahh! Don't stop.." I heard my lips utter as his intensity picked up. Every thrust now was causing involuntary squeals from my mouth as my legs gripped tighter and my arms could only hang on now for the ride. In an instant the build up in my abdomen shattered throughout my body while he continued ramming me into the wall. "Aaaaah. I'm cumi. I'm cu.. "Joyce!" I heard a familiar voice say loudly mixed with a watch timer. "You need to turn over now so you don't burn." I recognized it as my mother as I groggily woke from a dream turned nightmare. "What the fuck is going on in my dreams?" I whispered. The sheer amount of girly everything was messing with my dreams now. I slowly turned to my stomach to avoid the sun burns I was all too familiar with being albino and all. I was silently grateful that my mother had set a timer. "Go right ahead and continue that dream of yours," my mother teased. "You're lucky your nails are dry by the way you were gripping that chair." My face had to be ten shades of red thinking about how much she knew about the horrible dream. When I shifted my position slightly to lie my head on the towel and push the hair out of my face, I could feel a warm dampness between my legs. Some of the pleasure from that dream had spilled into reality. There was a feeling and sense of satisfaction that relaxed me. I made sure though that my mind didn't return to that janitor's closet as I drifted back to sleep. Chapter 10. I wouldn't be getting the luxury of any free time tonight with the hectic dinner schedule and scary movie night my mother had thought of while we both ran to change into our previous outfits. "I know I told you to shower after sunscreen, but we have to have dinner ready in 30 minutes," my mother said as she rushed to her bedroom carrying the bag from the outdoor shenanigans. I quickly removed the swimsuit and breast inserts. When I grabbed my bra and began to put it on, I caught something odd in my reflection. There was a noticeable outline on my body where the swimsuit had covered me. In my infinite wisdom and buzzed stupor I forgot that tan lines were a thing. This was a testament to how often I actually went outdoors. "Fuuuuuck. Again. Just kill me now," I groaned. I just finished putting the bra on and added the inserts like I had earlier in the swimsuit. It definitely pushed my chest out more. The halter line drew my attention again. Even with the SPF 45, It looked like I was just shy of a minor sunburn. That meant the halter strap and dip in my back to the corset was clearly visible and I'd now have yet another thing I needed to hide at school. There was no way I'd be able to do swim class again until the lines faded, or I was able to sunbathe naked. Naked sunbathing wasn't high on my list of anything I'd ever do... Unless I could find time to sneak away to a tanning salon. Yet again I was deeper in the hole just trying to slow the falling process. The panties fit slightly better with the shape of my groin being closer to what they were designed for. I stepped into the dress at long last and wasn't able to reach the zipper. What good is a dress that's almost impossible to zip yourself into! "Mommmmmmm," I shouted from the bathroom. "I need you to zip this." She came scurrying into the bathroom hopping on one foot as she placed her favorite black heels on her feet. "Can I wear the wedges tonight instead of these death traps?" I pleaded as she zipped my dress. "Haven't you ever seen the Karate Kid from the 80's?" she asked. "From the 80's?" I said confused. "Mom that's like 30 years ago." "Google search "Wax on, Wax off" when you get a chance." She retorted. "The things I have you do will always have life application, Miss. It's my job to get you ready for the real world." Her explanation gave me an idea of why the heels were mandatory today. The tan heels in my closet were 3 inch heels, but they did not have the added platform the white ones did. Her intentions were probably to make sure I wasn't wearing scary heels for the first time to dinner tomorrow, but I was still a little upset that I'd have to finish the night out in "date" heels. My mother pushed on toward the kitchen. Her heel clicks on the hardwood floor brought my mind back to the beginning of my dream earlier. "Keep it together, Joy.. Jayce," I said slapping my head. I definitely didn't feel like Jayce once my heels were on and I was clicking toward the kitchen to help my mother. Like the night before last, the shoes were slowing me down during dinner preparation. My genius mother had placed a roast in the crock pot this morning with some potatoes, carrots, and seasoning. But we still had to prepare the salad and garlic toast she planned. I sliced the bread and added the butter and garlic seasoning to the bread while she chopped the lettuce and other vegetables. The moment I placed the bread in the oven I heard the garage door opening. My dad was just a few minutes ahead of schedule. Traffic must have been light for a Friday. "How do I look," my mother said striking a pose and fluffing her hair. Instead of answering her, I parodied her exact movements with different words. "Does this skater dress make my butt look big?" She came at me with intent, but I backed away while I made a cross with my fingers. "Demon possessed woman, I rebuke you!" "Go sit at the table, tard," she said smiling. She did end up getting a lucky slap to my rear as I tried to inch by her. I took my seat at the table and immediately crossed my legs to avoid an awkward encounter with my dad. I realized earlier there was no way to look masculine dressed and made up the way I was. "Hello, dear," my mother said as my dad walked into the kitchen. They shared a quick peck before he walked over and kissed my forehead like he did this morning. He didn't seem to have the half smiles like he did the other night. "My girls are looking beautiful today," he said smelling the food. "And dinner smells like it wants to be in my belly." "Both of you are such fatties..." I said teasingly. I couldn't let the opportunity go to waste. Food was their kryptonite. If they both didn't work out they would be 300 lbs. "Don't listen to her, honey... She'll be part of the food dark side soon enough," my mother said to my Dad while she glared at me... Our dinner wasn't quite as awkward as the night before last. My dad was either doing a great job ignoring the fact that I looked and sounded like his teenaged daughter, or he was coming to terms with their decision... With the way my mother was cracking jokes during the meal, I was a little suspicious that she hadn't prepared material before the meal avoid our last meal's tension. Our back and forth conversation had me forgetting that I was impersonating a female. Something about the light hearted conversation was reviving my appetite with extreme prejudice as well. I stood during a lull to grab a second helping of the roast. The practice in the heels and my mother's constant reminders today gave the illusion that I wore heels more than just the past couple of days. It was my turn to give my dad the half smile on my return trip. If only I could make him see the truth behind the Bishop's shiny exterior. My dad was being tricked into feminizing his only son with the help of my mother. The Bishop had also gotten his filthy hands on her while sitting here at the dinner table. I truly wished there was a way to end their friendship without exposing what he did to my mother. My mind was beginning to stray as I sat and crossed my legs again. "My tee time got scheduled a bit earlier than I expected. Do you girls think you can make it to the Galleria without me tomorrow?" My dad said cautiously. My mother paused slightly before making a gesture that my dad was torturing her. "I suppose since it's a certain someone's birthday tomorrow that we MIGHT be able to accommodate you." "I'm sorry, baby," my dad apologized. "For some reason they changed our reservation for tomorrow. That doesn't really happen that often." "Don't be sorry, muffin," my mother replied. "It's your day.. But the evening is ours.. Capisce?" My mother winked at me as the memory of the Spanish lace dress rang in my head. Did girls actually get excited about all of these things? "Thank you, baby." My dad said all mushy like. He leaned in for a kiss right after. I feigned a gag, but was careful not to make myself choke like my mother did earlier. "Booo. Get a room, hooligans." The dinner only lasted a few more min