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Birth of a New Dawn (V 2.0) By Heather St. Claire Out of bed bright and early and sober. I'm picking my girlfriend Brittany up at the bus station in an hour, where she's due back after spending the week at her parents' place. We had a hellacious blowup the morning I dropped her off, and we haven't spoken or communicated at all since she left, and for reasons that will become clear, I'm actually grateful for the silence. I didn't have to give my outfit a lot of thought. I put on a red knit dress, knee-high black leather boots, and a black biker jacket. I had chosen this outfit for a very specific reason. Brittany was wearing it the first time we met. As I drove up to the bus station, I was wondering whether or not Brittany would recognize me, since when I had dropped her off a week before I had still been a guy. Everyone else I know seems to have forgotten that my male self ever existed, and maybe that's how Brit will be too. But something tells me she remembers the old me, and I want to be prepared. I thought it might be better if she approached me instead of having me, an apparent stranger, suddenly confront her. I found a blank piece of paper and a marking pen, wrote "Brittany Hughes" on it, and stood there like a limo driver at the airport. As I waited, tapping one foot nervously and badly craving a cigarette, I thought back to the day that changed my life forever. I had promised to drive Brittany to the bus station that morning. She was catching a 7:45 a.m. out of town. The nearest long term parking lot was two blocks from the station, and she didn't want to have to drag her suitcases from her car. I made the promise to drive her over dinner the evening before she left. My first mistake was staying up until 4 that morning gaming, drinking beer and smoking weed. My second mistake was asking her why she needed two huge suitcases for a one-week visit after saying I didn't know why she couldn't drive herself and let me sleep. "God damn it, Don, I've just about had it with you!" She shrieked. I finally pulled myself out of bed, pulled on a shirt, and grabbed the keys to my truck. I was keeping my promise, but the damage was done. I figured silence was the best option as we drove to the bus station. "I want you to spend a lot of time thinking this week Don. Thinking about us, and this relationship. And whether you're willing to put anything into it or if you're going to expect it to continue to be all take and no give. God, I wish you could spend just a day in my shoes." Finally, I saw her coming my way. I waved the sign, and she stopped, looked at it with a puzzled expression, and walked up to me. I noticed she was wearing a gray sweater dress that hugged her beautiful curves nicely, sheer black tights, and gray ankle boots. She was gorgeous, and had probably put the outfit together for less than a hundred bucks at Ross or Target. I wouldn't have been thinking about her outfit if I had still been Don...except about how quickly I was going to be able to get her out of it. She looked right at me--actually she looked past me, no doubt wondering why her boyfriend had stood her up. I lifted the sign aloft and waved it, which caught her eye. She walked toward me, and I took a deep breath. "Miss?" she asked. "Excuse me, but I don't think I know you. Why are you holding a sign with my name on it? My boyfriend was supposed to pick me up today. Did he send you, or something?" I tried to open my mouth, but before I could her temper took hold. "Damn it, if that bastard's dumped me and sent his new lay to deliver the news! I'll cut his damn nuts off! That fricking coward!" I had to stifle a laugh, considering the irony of the fact that I had lost my nuts, but instead I said with as much seriousness as I could manage, "No Brittany, it's not like that at all." "What then? Spill it, you bimbo." "I'm Don. It's me, your boyfriend. Only I'm not a guy anymore." First she looked bewildered, but her anger quickly reappeared. "That's not fuckin' funny, whatever your name is! Where the hell is Don?" "He's standing right here, in front of you. Only I spell it D-A-W-N now." Now she was moving from anger to tears. "No, no, this is crazy! I don't believe you!" I put my hands on her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. She had started to jerk away, but fortunately, something stopped her. I lowered my voice into the best imitation of my old male self that I could manage. "Brittany, it's me. I swear to God it's me." Something seemed to register suddenly and her expression changed from anger to bewilderment. Oh my God," she said softly. "It is you, Don. It really is you. What the hell happened?" "How did you know?" "It...it's something in your eyes, I guess." "Look," I said. "How about if we go out on the patio and I'll explain what happened, at least as best as I can figure it out." She nodded. It was a warm morning, with just a slight breeze. I enjoyed the sensation of the air tickling my bare knees. Soon we were seated on one of the tables. I wanted to be outdoors so we could smoke. God, I really needed a cigarette right now. I reached into my purse, pulled out a pack, extracted a Virginia Slim and lit it. "My Marlboro Man is now a Virginia Slims gal? You have come a long way, baby." She stifled a giggle. "Can I have one, too?" Brittany was a social smoker, not a daily one like me, but I could see she needed the calming effect of a cig. I held the lighter for her. She took a long drag, tilted her head back to exhale the plume, and said "Glad your gentlemanly ways haven't disappeared entirely." Then, after a flicker of recognition, she picked up the pack and looked at the label: "OMG? Menthol? From someone who once said smoking menthol is like sucking on candy?" I shrugged. "Funny you should mention being gentlemanly. I think that's what's at the bottom of this. Remember the fight we had the morning you left? I only smoked a little weed, but I don't know how many beers I put down during a marathon session of Fallout 4. Do you remember what you screamed at me? 'God, I wish you could spend one day in my shoes. Just one day. That would be justice.'" "Oh my God!" she cried, dropping her cigarette on the table. "You don't think it really had something to do with that stupid statue?" I nodded. The previous Sunday, we had come across a junk store downtown that we had never seen before. Odd thing was, when I drove to the bus station today, the storefront where it had been was empty, and looked like it had been vacant for years. Anyway, we had walked in and found a place crammed with old, dusty junk. I had wanted to leave, but Brittany had zeroed in on the wooden Buddha-like thing, and carried it to the counter. The old woman behind the counter was dressed like a gypsy. Her skin looked like it had the same texture and color as the stack of old newspapers behind her. "Ah, a wonderful choice. This is a magic Buddha, you know. It grants each owner three wishes." Brittany nodded as if to placate the old woman and asked, "How much?" "One hundred dollars." Brittany looked crestfallen. She knew I would have thrown a fit over spending a hundred dollars for something this useless. "But you need this, dear, so I'm letting you have it for ten. Now remember, choose the wishes with great care. You have three and only three." Brittany glanced at me, and I shrugged, as if to say, 'Why the hell not?' She hauled the thing home, stuck it on a table by the front door of the apartment, and I promptly forgot about it until the morning of my big change. "I said I wanted you to know what things were like from my point of view for one day. Okay, even if that's really why you changed into a chick, why are you still one?" I held up a hand. "That's getting ahead of the story, darling." I filled her in. I told her that I drove home, fell back into bed, slept past noon, got up, and spent the afternoon gaming and the evening watching lesbian porn. I didn't mention the porn to her, but I knew she knew. She always knew somehow. "I think I fell asleep right before midnight. When I woke up the next morning, I instantly sensed something was different. Really different. There was long hair across my face. I reached up with my hands and felt my brand spanking new breasts. That's when I screamed. When I heard this voice for the first time, I somehow knew it was all real. I had to see if....well, if it was a complete transformation. I was a little hesitant in looking for my slit, but before you could say, 'I'm a girl,' I was stroking my clit nice and hard and fast, and all my panic went away." Brittany smiled, shook her head and laughed. "So," she said, "You're telling me you were playing with your lady parts before you had even seen them? Typical." I smiled and went on. "I didn't even turn on the lights, or open my eyes. I slid over to your side of the bed, fumbled in your drawer, and found your dildo. I was so grateful you hadn't taken it with you." "Yeah, well, my old bedroom is right next to my parents', and..." "I get it. Believe me, I get it now. Anyway, I turned it on a slid it inside of me." I paused, not sure what to say next. "And?" "And...Oh. My. God. It was incredible. That's all I can say, incredible. I felt this wonderful tingling right inside of me, on the inside of my thighs, in my stomach, up and down my back, and into my arms and legs...it was like every part of me was on fire, but in a wonderful way. It didn't seem to take too long before I was orgasming. I rode the wave, and then I rode it again and again. When I was done, I was spent, beautifully spent. But I figured the fun was just beginning. "I got up, went into the bathroom, and gave myself a long, careful inspection in the mirror. I hope you know I love you, but my first thought was if I was still a guy, I would be turned on by what I was looking at. Hell, I think I was anyway. It was, hell, it still is pretty damn confusing." I paused, and Brittany spoke. There was a slight smile on her face. She reached toward me and grabbed my chin, and carefully turned my head first to the left, then to the right, taking in every detail. "You came out pretty good," she said. You have beautiful hair, nice full lips, and cheekbones to die for. And those eyes. Those damn eyes that attracted me in the first place. You...you remind me of someone," she said. She was silent for a long moment, then blurted, "Ali Landry! The Doritos girl! Oh my God," she said with a laugh. "Do you think it has anything to do with the fact that you've worshipped her for years?" I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent and did my best for force a grin. Was I blushing? I couldn't tell for sure, but my cheeks felt warm, and I reflexively fanned myself. "Yeah, well. I looked around the apartment, and all my stuff was still there. Clothes, games, you know....I knew I didn't want to waste the entire day playing with myself, as much fun as it had been. I wanted to go out and go, umm exploring--" Brittany rolled her eyes because she knew what I meant. Nothing gets past that girl. "And I found myself hoping that your clothes would fit me. I think I'm a little taller than you, and a little, uh, bigger, in places, but I found this blue dress with short sleeves that really seemed to hug every curve. I put on a pair of your heels, and I was worried about being able to walk in them, but it seemed to come to me by instinct or something." She was listening with what seemed like a mixture of curiosity and amusement. I told her I found my car keys, took a twenty out of my wallet, and took off for the Skylark. "It was just after noon, so the place wasn't too busy yet. I took a seat at the end of the bar. Ordering a beer didn't seem to feel right anymore, so I asked for a white wine. I sat there sipping the wine, checking out the room, and not seeing a thing that interested me, male or female." "You didn't set out to get a guy into bed?" I shrugged. "I suppose that was the goal, but at that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted someone to explore my new equipment besides me. " "Did you even think about me?" "Oh, hell, yes, of course I did. I was hoping that you'd get over your anger at me and wondering how I was ever going to tell you about this. I figured I was going to be back to normal by the time you got home." "Then how?" I held up my hand again. "Don't get ahead of the story. Danny was behind the bar, and he was his usual chatty self. He asked me if I was from around here, and I told him, no I was just visiting. He kept looking at me and asked me again if we hadn't met before. I'm sure he was picking up on something. The prospects at the bar didn't look too promising, so I had decided to leave after finishing my second glass of wine. That's when he walked in." "He who?" "The guy who made my head spin and my heart beat faster. He had tousled brown hair, these soulful brown eyes, and the most dazzling smile." I blushed. "I'm sorry. This sounds like a lovesick twelve year-old." Brit smiled encouragingly, so I went on. "I thought I was going to melt into the floor when he looked at me smiled, and I nodded, smiled back, and indicated the stool next to mine was free. "He introduced himself as Steve, and I told him my name was Don. Good thing my mother gave me a unisex name, huh? Anyway, He sat down and asked if he could buy me a drink, and I said yes, and nodded to indicate he should sit down. I could feel his eyes undressing me and the next words out of his mouth told me I was right. "That dress sure looks great on you. But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." I laughed and he said, "I know, it's an old line." I wasn't going to tell it I had used it myself more than once--before I met you, of course." "Of course." "We had a pretty awkward conversation. I found out that he was a salesman, just in town for the weekend. But what I asked him what he sold, all he said was, 'Myself. Every good salesman sells himself.'" "No, come on, really," I insisted. "What do you sell?" "'I sell opportunities.' But I'm tired of talking about myself. I'm boring and you're fascinating, so I demand to know more about you, Dawn." God, it felt so...delicious to be the pursued instead of the pursuer. I had a hard time meeting his gaze. His eyes were so...mesmerizing. "There's not a lot to tell," I said. "I graduated from the local junior college a couple of years ago. I've been working as a barista. I was an only child. My dad died when I was little. My mom lives about an hour away from here." "No boyfriend?" I couldn't help but laugh at that one. "No, no boyfriend." I pulled a cigarette out of your handbag, and he immediately produced a lighter and held the flame for me. I said, "You are such a gentleman!" and he told me that wasn't always the case, and he sure hoped I'd give him a chance to prove it. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was almost six. I figured my time in girl land only had six hours to go, so if I was going to see how the other half lives, I didn't want to waste any more time. He told me that he was staying at the Red Roof Inn, gave me the room number, and I promised to meet him there in ten minutes. He leaned over, gave me a quick kiss, and took off. I swear I almost melted into a puddle right there. After three glasses of wine, I really needed to pee, so I made a beeline for the john, and almost had a mini-disaster when I started to go into the men's room. I remember that it's always the girl's job to worry about protection--" That brought a nice smirk from Brit--"so I dropped some quarters in the machine on the wall, though I almost bought a tampon by mistake. It probably won't surprise you that the machines on the guy's side only spit out condoms." Now you may be wondering if all this was weirding me out. After all, I had gone to bed the night before a guy, and here I was about to get fucked by a gorgeous guy. Well, the answer is no. It was like my past didn't exist anymore; it was no longer real. This was what was real. I pulled my dress off and threw it in a corner as quickly as I could. He removed his shirt. We embraced, and began kissing, gently at first, then deeply, passionately. We finished undressing each other, and he carried me to the bed, which he had already turned down. I could hardly speak as he mounted me, but I managed to croak, 'What are you waiting for?' "Did it hurt at all? Did you bleed?" "No and no," I said with a grin. "Apparently I came pre-popped. As soon as he was inside me, I knew that from the second I had woke up, this was what I was waiting for. He filled me up in every way I could imagine. Physically. Emotionally. Sexually. That's when I thought, 'I wish I could stay like this forever.' "OMG. The second wish. So was he good?" "Oh, God, yes, he was good. He had real staying power, and I rode him for what seemed like forever. Jesus, I thought sex was good as a guy....but all I can say is that it is more blessed to receive than to give. I remember being so wonderfully spent, physically and emotionally." "But What about wish number three?" "Just wait, darling, and your patience will be rewarded. After another hour of sex, I told him I had to get home. I sure as hell didn't want to be like Cinderella and change back to a guy at the stroke of midnight or something." Brittany punched out her cigarette and immediately lit another, which wasn't like her at all. I knew this had to be a lot for her to process. Hell, it was still a lot for me to process. I thought about suggesting we head to a bar down the street, but was afraid she would run off. "I got dressed, gave him a really, really, really long goodbye kiss, and thanked him for one of the most amazing days of my life. He asked me for my phone number so we could hook up when he came through town again, but I put him off. I told him if our paths were meant to cross again, it would happen. "When I got in the truck and climbed behind the wheel I found I was crying. I was overwhelmingly happy and sad all at once. Happy because I had loved the past few hours more than I could have ever imagined, and sad because I figured I was never going to experience anything like it again." I was reliving the emotion and fighting the urge to cry all over again. Brittany reached over and wrapped both her hands around my free hand and gave it a squeeze. I took a deep breath and went on. "I got back to our place, undressed, and climbed into bed, figuring I would be me again the next day. My ringing phone woke me. Although I was hung over, I knew immediately that I was still female. My phone was right by the bed where I left it. I picked it up and saw it was the same phone, only instead of being in a Raiders case, it was in a purple case. Covered with rhinestones." I pulled the phone out of my purse and laid it on the table for proof. "It was Kayla, our manager, in a lather because Bobbi hadn't shown up for work and wasn't answering her phone. She didn't seem to realize that anything was different about me. She just begged me to get to the Coffee Shack as fast as I could, so I did. I stumbled into the bathroom and saw a lot of things were different from the day before." I pointed at my head. "These purple highlights weren't there the first day." I held my hands up, fingers pointed toward her so she could see the purple polish. "My nails were bare the day before." I pointed to the barbed wire tattoo on my left bicep. "Totally different tats." Then I touched my nose. "No nostril stud the day before." Then I grabbed my earlobes. "No pierced ears." Finally, the finisher. "And I didn't have this on day one either." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to reveal a stud in the middle of it. Hey eyes got bigger. "I sat down to pee, wondering if this was going to be how I'd be doing it for the rest of my life and realizing that was probably the case, then brushed my teeth and fluffed my hair. I thought I looked like hell, and then a little light bulb went off in my head. I reached into what I realized was my makeup bag and put on some lipstick, eye shadow and mascara, looked in the mirror, and said, 'Bingo!' It was like I had been doing it all my life. "I pulled on panties, shorts and a low-cut top, slipped into sandals, and started toward the door, when I realized I had no idea where the keys to my truck were. I was starting to panic. I didn't want to leave Kayla in the lurch, of course, but it was also sinking in that this change was probably permanent. I couldn't see my keys anywhere, so finally I blurted out--" "Don't tell me," Brittany said with a sad shake of her head. "Yep. 'I wish I knew where my keys were!' I immediately spotted a purse sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. I could see a keychain poking out of the top." "The third wish. Oh my freaking God." "Yeah, I know that's what locked me in like this forever. Just my luck you picked up the most literal minded magic Buddha EVER." We both laughed. "I hurried out to the parking lot, moving as fast as I could in heels, half fearing and half expecting what I would find in my parking space. I loved my big black Ram pickup. I spent hours every week washing and vacuuming it. I was so damn proud that while it was five years old, it still glistened like it was sitting on the showroom floor. But somehow I knew it wouldn't be there. It wasn't. I found myself staring at a pink Mini Cooper convertible. "Seriously?" I exclaimed to no one. "Seriously? A freaking Barbie car? "I opened the door and got in. At least it was a stick, although the bling-covered shifter knob was totally girly. What really struck me was the absolute mess the interior was. I scanned the seats and floors and saw a jumble of fast food wrappers, empty Diet Coke cans and wine cooler bottles, empty tampon applicators and lipstick tubes, broken sunglasses, junk mail and gossip and fashion magazines, crumpled cigarette packs, tights with runs in them, dirty underwear, swimsuit tops. I sighed, started the car, and roared toward the Coffee Shack. "When I pulled into the lot, I saw a line of half a dozen cars waiting at the window. As soon as I stepped through the door, I heard Kayla shriek, "Dawn! Oh, thank God you're here!" She smiled at me. No recognition at all that I had been the opposite gender the last time she had seen me two days earlier. "I forced a smile and told her, 'Like I said, I'm a little hung over, so bear with me.' "You got it, girl. Now get to work." I hoped that four hours of pulling, brewing and pouring might take my mind off what was happening to me. Not a chance. Every interaction with a customer was different, and, in most cases, better. The women were friendlier, for the most part, and the men were a LOT friendlier, if you get my drift. "The highlight of the morning was when Mr. Peterson rolled up in his BMW convertible. You know him. A sweet old guy, seventy-something, and his wife died of cancer, what, about a year ago? After I gave him his Latte, he said he wanted to give me my tip, but couldn't see the tip jar. I was puzzled, and pointed to it sitting on the outside shelf. "No, girlie," he insisted, "My eyes are going bad. I need you to lean a little closer so I can hand it right to you." Puzzled, I complied, and he proceeded to stuff a fifty right between my boobs. "Oh, Mr. Peterson!" I cried in surprise. "Th-thank you," I stammered. "As he drove off, I retrieved the fifty from my cleavage, and looked at Kayla. She shook her head and said, 'Nice old man's wife dies and he turns into a dirty old man.'" "When things slowed down and I was able to step out for a cigarette break, I found myself relieving the moment with Mr. Peterson over and over. For the first time, I thought I got it when I heard women complaining about being treated like toys or objects. It was, and I wish I could express it better, a weird feeling. I was being treated like an object, yet it was empowering at the same time. If I just had to flash my tits at a lonely old man to get fifty bucks--or who knows what else-- I thought, why the hell not?" Kayla nodded in agreement, "It's power, girl power. There's this one teenage boy in a Beemer convertible who comes in all the time on my shift, and I swear he's always got a hard on." I smiled. "Probably has a thing for redheads. I know that's what attracted me to you in the first place. "I told myself I had three choices to deal with this. I could kill myself, I could go crazy, or I could make the best of it. As I ground out my cig, I decided to make the best of it. "I was off shift at ten thirty. I drove home. What the hell to do? I thought about cleaning out the Barbie car, instead, I went inside and opened the 'fridge. My first thought was for a beer, but I found there were none. Instead, there was twice as much wine as the day before. So poured myself a glass, kicked off my sandals, sat down, and grabbed the TV remote. I turned to ESPN to catch some college basketball, and I realized after about ten minutes I was bored. Bored stiff, so I started channel surfing. "I spent a while on that cooking channel you love so much, then I switched to that wedding dress program you watch all the time. Not only was I caught up in all the drama, I was actually deciding whether or not the brides looked good in the dresses. Me. Who didn't give a damn about fashion two days earlier. But the real capper came when I flipped over to Steel Magnolias." "My favorite movie." "Right, which I remembered, and I also remembered how I gave you grief every time it came on and you got so emotionally wrapped up in it. What did I say? 'It's just a goddamn movie?' Well, I sat there, glued to the TV for two hours, and when Julia Roberts died, I was crying my damn eyes out." I swear Brit looked a little teary eyed; apparently just thinking about that scene was enough to set her off. There was a slight catch in her voice when she said, "Well of course." "I did the morning shift Monday, and when I got off, I felt restless. On the drive home, I stopped at Walgreens and picked up a couple of new lipsticks. Somehow I knew I needed lipstick. Once I had the bag in hand, I felt better. Why is that?" "I don't know. I've been a girl a lot longer than you, and I can't explain it, but you just do. By the way, is that one of the new ones you've got on right now?" "Yeah. When I saw how well it matched my highlights, it really felt good. So damn girly, isn't it?" "Well...." she said, leaving the obvious unsaid. "All this time, I was actually relieved that we had had such a big fight and you weren't calling or texting. I jumped about a foot when my phone rang Thursday night and it was my mother. I answered, feeling a real knot in the pit of my stomach. She greeted me with a cheery 'Hi, dear' and we had a long conversation about nothing. Kind of typical for a conversation with my mother, you know. How her boss treats her like crap, her boyfriend is an asshole...actually, a lot of stuff I had never heard from her before." "Or maybe she tried to tell you and you didn't listen." "Maybe. Anyway, she seemed to have no memory of who I had been as of a few days before." I paused as I stubbed out my cigarette. "I spent the rest of the week fairly quietly, exploring our apartment when I wasn't working. I couldn't find one piece of evidence that Don ever existed. No Raiders memorabilia, no heavy metal CDs, no games, no nothing. And it didn't seem to bother me all that much. "I got a bit of a jolt when I pulled a box out of the hall closet and found my high school yearbooks. Remember I told you I was starting running back on the football team my senior year? And my best buddy, Ryan Decker, was the quarterback, and beat me out for homecoming king. Not that I gave a damn about that. " She nodded, and I went on. "Anyway, when I got to the section on football season, there was no sign of me in the football team picture. Instead, the new me, Dawn, was in the middle of the cheerleaders. I was the captain. I also had much bigger hair than I do now." "No!" "And the part that weirded me out the most was the picture of the homecoming king and queen. It was me and Ryan. There I was, smiling, wearing this dress with gold sequins, a sash and crown." "A crown? Really?" "It gets better. I had drawn a big heart with an arrow next to the picture, and written inside of it, Ryan and Dawn 4-ever. All of this in purple ink. Apparently I've had a thing for purple for a while, and apparently we were an item back then. This new life history is still coming to me in bits and pieces, but I think I probably lost my virginity to him." I could see she was trying to process all of this. I had been this way for a week, and I was still reeling. I couldn't imagine what it was like for her. "So," she finally asked. "Do you remember everything about this life as a girl?" "No," I said with a shake of the head. "That's the odd thing, well, one of many odd things. It comes back to me in bits and pieces, and my real past starts to get blurry. If I am going to be this way forever, maybe I'm going to forget I ever was a guy, and maybe that's for the best. I'll just wake up one morning, and this is the only life I'll know." Brittany nodded, but didn't say anything. I paused, not sure where to go next. "A couple of days ago, it was a super crazy busy day at the Shack, and I messed up a big order, and Kayla yelled at me, and I burst into tears. That was, like, the third time this week. Am I just always going to be a bundle of emotions from now on?" "Probably so, dear. When was the last time you cried before this week?" I had to think for a long time before I came up with, "I think it was when my dad died, when I was seven." "Well, isn't it....cleansing? Don't you feel better after you're done?" I nodded. She was right. She was always right. After another silent period, "Oh, I Went to Ross yesterday. Is there some kind of girly shopping gene?" "I think so. It looks like you got it now." I bought this red leather skirt, and a black top to go with it. I can wear a lot of your stuff, but some of the tops are a little on the, uh, tight side." "It looks like Mother Nature, or the statue, was generous with your endowments." Huh? Oh, you mean these? Well, Ali Landry's pretty stacked, so I guess it makes sense." I cupped a breast in each hand and asked, "How much do they weigh, anyway?" "Hmm, given your size, I'm going to say probably a couple of pounds each. Do they bother you?" "No. I like them." "Just wait until your first period. Then you might not like them so much." "Oh, yeah. How will I know when it's starting?" She laughed. "Sorry, it's not funny. You'll know, Dawn, believe me you'll know." "So I got the shopping gene, and the crying gene..." "...and the sex gene, it sounds like. Don't worry, Dawn. Being a girl isn't really that bad at all. In fact it's pretty nice. I know I've had a twenty-five year head start. But we'll navigate this. Together." She gave my hand another hard squeeze. "Together." I started to tear up again. "So..you don't want me to move out?" " Who said anything about moving out?" "Uh...I thought...you moved in with a guy, not another girl. Oh well, I'll try to be a good roomie." "Washing the dishes and vacuuming for once would be a good start." I nodded with as much enthusiasm as I could manage. "But..." she ran her fingertip lightly up my arm, and I shivered involuntarily "....who said we just have to be roommates now?" We both laughed not wanting to tread into the unknown territory of lezzy sex. As far as I knew, neither of us had any actual experience, though I had years of observation under my belt. I tapped Brit's arm. "Hey, look at those guys inside the door. Are they checking us out?" "They are totally checking us out! I think the taller one's kind of cute." I realized I was running my fingers through my hair and arching my back to thrust my tits forward just a bit. God, I guess I got the flirting gene too. As I said, Brittany's always been the smart one, and I think she's right...being a girl's not going to be bad at all. The End (Author's note: this is labeled 'V 2.0' because it's a complete rewrite of a story I published here in 2011. The main characters and plot line are the same, but the point of view is changed and most of the dialogue is new.)