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I was lost in distraction all day at school. I sat in classes looking at my nails and running my fingers through my hair. I couldn't wait to get home so I could work on my makeup. Teachers would be talking about algebra theories, or important dates in history, and I would be thinking about how to run a line of mascara, and how to taper off eye shadow. The girls mostly wore subtle makeup at school, and I'd get lost noticing how they did eyes or their lips. I was starting to see how a little color could highlight cheek bones, and how liner could shape eyes and lips. Very interesting; I finally felt like I was learning something worthwhile in school! Walking the halls between classes I kept remembering walking around the store in my heels. I was starting to understand the sway that girls have even when they're in flats. I also noticed I had developed a different way of turning my head to shake my trimmed hair over my shoulders. I was more aware of posture, too, and of keeping my chin up. I didn't really talk to anyone all day, except to say hi to a few people. I was developing a nicer smile, I thought, and it seemed like people were noticing. When I walked past the gym on the way to my locker, I saw David hanging out with some jocks. I pretended not to notice as I bounced on by, but then I heard David say, "Hey Dani!" So I spun around, trying not to smile too big. "Oh, hi Dave," I said, consciously not calling him "David." "How's it going, Bud?" David asked, with the "Bud" part an obvious add on. "Good," I said, "having a great day." "Take care," David said, as I walked on with a wave, thinking maybe I was too conscious of my fingers. I ducked into a restroom, staring in the mirror while taking a couple deep breaths. It was getting hard to think of myself as a guy anymore. "Be careful," I told myself, "Don't get David into trouble." I was thinking along those veins when I walked out to the street, where mom was already waiting to pick me up. "Thanks a lot, mom," I said, getting into the car. "How was it, Dani?" mom asked. I knew what she meant, and that it wasn't ordinary idle conversation. I thought about it a minute. "I'm really changing, mom," I said, looking over at her. "I know you are, Dani," mom said, giving me a comforting smile. "You're changing into who you are, and who you are meant to be." I looked at her, amazed at what a smart and loving mom she was. "I'm here for you, Dani," she added, "and I'm happy for you." The rest of the ride home, I was telling mom how I felt different walking, and turning my head. "And you've got a nicer smile," mom said. And I just looked at her, amazed at how perceptive she was. "Yeah," I said, "and I think some of the kids noticed, too." At home, it was almost like another day. I went to my room to put my school stuff away, books and notebooks on my desk, backpack on the door hook. Then I took off my pants and shirt to change into shorts and a tee, just like any other day, except that today I had shaved legs. I ran my hand down my thigh, and felt some hair stubble, so I went into my bathroom and ran over my legs with my new shaver. Then I remembered mom said to put lotion on them, but I didn't have any, so I had to ask mom if I could use hers. When I put my shorts on, I felt like they were too long, going almost to my knees. I wanted to roll them up, but I thought that might seem like too much for mom and dad, so I just shrugged and went down to dinner. Mom and dad were already eating when I walked into the kitchen, but mom had my plate served up at the table. I said hi to them, and sat down. I was aware that we were all aware of what was going on with me, and I was touched deeply by the love an acceptance both my parents were giving me. "I took Dani to the salon for a hair cut today," mom told dad, "what do you think?" I was smiling, and did something of an instinctive model pose, running my fingers through my hair and turning for dad to see. "Looks great!" dad said, "very...cute." I knew he had to search for the word to describe his son who was emerging as feminine, and I loved that he did it so well. We finished dinner with a little normal conversation, then dad went to the living room, and I got up to help mom with the dishes. With dad gone from the room mom and I slipped right into girl talk, and we even got into a giggling fit when I told her about how I kept looking at the girls all day at school thinking about how they did their makeup. "You'll spend the rest of your life looking at other girls for just that reason, Dani," mom said, and actually bumped my shoulder as we both laughed. "Oh, I got you something," mom said as I was drying and putting away the last dish. I turned to see, and mom handed me a small shopping bag, inside of which was all kinds of cosmetics. I think my mouth was hanging open, I was so excited. "It should be everything you need, really," mom said as I looked through the bag. There was mascara, and eyebrow pencils, and tubes of lipstick, and several compacts with powder and blush and eye shadow. "The colors should all be good for you," she told me, noticing how happy I was. "just play with them, put your new skills to work, see what works for you." I nodded, "thank you, mom," I said, and hugged her. "It's actually one of the funner parts of being a woman," mom said, patting my shoulder. "I told you, Dani," she said, looking seriously at me, "we're going through this together." Relieved and happy beyond words, I hurried to my room to spend most of the rest of the night trying out new colors and textures on my eyes, and my face, and my lips. Remembering that I had homework, I left on my last best effort, and sat at my desk with my books and papers, with frequent glances in the mirror keeping me in focus. I was deep in a math problem when mom knocked on my door. "Phone for you, Dani!" I quick opened the door. "It's David, dear," mom said, giving me an approving inspection of my makeup. I just about ran down the stairs. "Hello!" I said, panting. "Hey, Dani," David's voice sounded sweet. "I know you're busy, but I just wanted to remind you that you're going to the party as Claudia Schiffer, so I was thinking part of our act will be you walking like a model on the runway." "Yeah," I said, sort of wondering his point. "Well, I don't want ya to be embarrassed, so make sure you practice walking around in those heels." "Ah, yeah," I said, getting it, "good point, I'll do that. And mom's kind of coaching me, too," I added. "Great then," David said, "I'll see ya Saturday Claudia." We both kind of laughed. "Yeah, see ya Saturday, Mr Copperfield," I said, hanging up and looking at myself in the hall mirror by the phone. Mom came out of the living room, and I could see dad looking around the corner, too. "Is everything okay, Dani?" mom asked, seeming more curious than anything. "Sure, mom," I said, and told her what David called about. "That's a good idea, Dani." Mom nodded. "You should go get those heels on now." She was sounding a lot like a mother. "And you probably should wear them at home the rest of the week, Dani," she told me, suggesting strongly. I agreed, and went up and got right into my heels. When I finished my assignments, I went in the bathroom, used cold cream to clean my face - like mom said good girls do, then I took my shower, put on my pajamas. I sat down on the bed and put my heels on again, walking back and forth in my bedroom, turning like I was on the runway. I worked at it till I got good at spinning around into poses, then I got into bed, feeling as happy as I'd ever been. The next couple days, my parents surprised me with gifts. On Tuesday, I came home to find two new outfits of shorts, blouses, and panties folded neatly on my bed, along with a note from mom saying she thought I'd feel better wearing these around the house, instead of those "silly" old boy clothes. Then on Wednesday, I came home to a sack hanging on my bedroom door knob. Inside, I couldn't believe it, was a bra, with little silicone pads that slipped into the cups. No note, but I was so excited. I quickly ditched my school clothes and headed into the bathroom. I slipped on a pair of new panties, then played around with my new bra, getting it to look and feel just right. I couldn't believe how great I felt. Then I put on some eyeliner, eye shadow, lip liner and gloss, and a brush stroke of rouge to my cheeks. Then I picked out one of my new outfits of blouse and shorts, and slipped on my heels. I paced back and forth in my room, practicing my turns, then I headed down to dinner. I made my entrance into the kitchen, beaming and pausing in the doorway for mom and dad to see. Mom looked surprised, with her eyebrows raising up, then looking at dad. "What?" dad said, "okay, so I thought Dani looked a little flat. Men notice these things, you know." Mom smiled, shaking her head. "It's prosthetic," dad went on, "the clerk said you can wear it under a regular bra. It's just A pads; a good size for a girl your age, Dani." dad said. "Gee," I said, "I thought it was from mom." "Well, she's not your only parent, you know." "Thanks a lot dad," I said, wanting to hug him. "Anyway, it looks good," dad said, looking a little embarrassed. "It looks very good," mom added. Then she tapped dad on his shoulder, "I will never cease to be amazed at my husband," she said. "I'll never cease being amazed at both of you," I said. And we settled into dinner and conversation. The rest of the week went just like this, and every day I got better with makeup, and more sure of myself on heels, and more comfortable as a girl. At school I was happy. I was able to focus on the classes again, but I had a new lightness of being, and sense of myself. Nobody said anything, I was sure a few people were noticing the change in me. Then, before I knew it, the weekend arrived. I suppose I would have been nervous as all get out, but mom kept me on track. David called me on Friday night and said he'd picked up n the morning to take me to his sister's store for the makeover. I told him to thank his sister, Diana for all her help, but that my mom was insisting on helping me get ready for the party. "Okay, well, I'll pick you up about seven tomorrow night," he said. "Great!" I said. "Oh, and my mom and dad want you to come in for some pictures. This is kind of a big deal for them, too." "That's cool," David said, "pictures will be great! And I'll let them know their 'daughter' is in good hands." We both kind of chuckled. "So, I'll see you tomorrow at seven, Claudia," David joked. "I'll be ready, Mr Copperfield," I joked back. Hanging up the phone, I was so excited thinking about the party that I couldn't sit still. I went to the bathroom and went over my legs and my arms again with my shaver, then smoothed them with the lotion mom bought for me. I outlined my eyes and lips with pencils, and filled in with color. I brushed my hair like mom's stylist had showed me. I put on panties and my new powder blue pair of shorts. Then I tried one of the new bras dad got me, fitting in the silicone pads, and then my white button blouse. Modeling in the mirror, I noticed the blouse was just sheer enough that curve of my bra could be seen. I slipped on heels and paced back and forth in my room, being sure to catch myself in the mirrors in the bathroom and on the dressing table. Feeling wonderful, and gaining confidence in my look, I headed downstairs. I noticed I had a natural strut walking in heels on the steps. I slid my hand down the rail, conscious of posture. I paused at the bottom, hearing the TV in the living room, and went in to see my dad in his recliner. I strutted to the middle of the room, looked at the TV, then looked at my dad. "Hi, daddy!" I said. My voice seemed pleasant and soft. Dad looked up, "Hi, Dani," he smiled at me. I posed with hands on hips, modeling my look. "You look very nice," dad said. "Do you think so?" I asked, consciously fishing for compliments. "You do, really nice, Dani," dad emphasized. "This is one of the bras you got me," I said, turning so he could see. "Nice," dad said. "Thank you so much, daddy!" I said, trying to express my gratefulness, not only for the bras but for the acceptance. "So, what ya watching?" I asked, turning back toward the TV and sitting carefully down on the edge of the couch. More than anything, I wanted to practice sitting, I felt like I pulled it off exceedingly well. "Moonlighting," dad said, and I watched as the commercial ended and Cybill Shepherd worked through a comedy routine in her office. I focused on her moves. "So, big day tomorrow!" dad said, easing into the conversation. "Yeah, my big first party." I nodded. "I'm happy for you, Dani," dad added. "I'm kind of excited," I acknowledged. "I want you to have fun, enjoy yourself," dad said, "but be careful," he added. I looked at him, seriously accepting his advice. "David is a good guy," I told dad, "and pretty much nobody wants to mess with him. "Yes, I know David's parents, and they are decent people." "There is one thing.." dad went on hesitatingly, "you look very attractive as a girl, and I noticed that dress you're wearing is a bit revealing." I gave dad my attention, nodding, maybe blushing, but listening and not saying anything. "I'm just saying, young guys, guys any age, really, can kind of lose their head around a girl as attractive as yourself." I nodded, feeling both the thrill of the compliments and the sober consciousness of the warnings go through me. "Just be careful, is all I'm saying," dad went on, "you're a good...girl, I know, but don't lead anyone on." I nodded, letting dad know I was talking his advice seriously. I glanced at the TV, Cybill and Bruce were in a scene with obvious flirting on both sides. "I know what you mean, daddy." I said, "thanks so much for caring." We watched the TV till the next commercial. "I'm going to go talk to mom," I said, standing nicely up on my heels, I touched dad's arm on my way out of the living room, "thanks again, daddy," I told him, "I really appreciate everything you've been doing for me." Dad just smiled, and I walked out toward the kitchen. Mom was at the table reading a book; she looked up when I came in. "Hello, dear!" she smiled at me. "Hi mom," I said and sat down in the chair at the corner next to her. "I just wanted to thank you for everything, mom," I said, looking girl eye to girl's eye at her. "I've been very happy to, Dani," mom said, "I think this is all just as exciting for me as it must be for you," she said. I smiled, nodding my head, "yeah, mom," I said, "I get that impression." Mom put her book down, "oh, I have to make sure I have film and flashbulbs for my camera," she said, "I can't wait to see you and David together in your outfits." "Yeah, I'm so happy you're taking pictures. Can you set the timer and tripod so you can get all four of us?" I asked. "Great idea, Dani," mom said, obviously thinking things through. "In the afternoon, don't forget, I'm taking you back to the salon." mom reminded me. "There are some extra tricks for party makeup and hair styling, and Karen is quite good at it." "She's so very nice," I said. "Don't wear your party dress to the salon," mom went on, "it will be too early for that. Just dress like you are now." She looked me over approvingly. "Karen needs to see what a pretty girl you are," mom added, smiling at me. "I blushed, unable to hide my big grin. I was loving the girl-talks mom and I was having. We chatted a little while longer, then I excused myself to get ready for bed. I hugged mom before I stood up to leave. It was so touching, I was filled with love and happiness. Back in my room, I slipped out of my shorts and blouse and into my bed shirt, then reluctantly wiped off my makeup, and got into bed. It was hard to calm down, but soon I was fast off to sleep. All of my busy thoughts about getting ready for the party carried over into my dreams, as I continued to plan and anticipate my first night out as a girl. One Image faded into another image; me looking in the mirror, turning side to side examining every detail, my features standing out in cartoonish exaggeration: first my eye, then my lips, then my ear, then my breasts. Then David came and stood behind me putting his hands on my bare shoulders, then David whispered in my ear "Dani, I knew you were a girl," then I turned to face him, but mom and dad were there instead, "You are a girl, Dani," they told me, smiling and nodding, "we're so glad you know it now." Then I was a little girl, and mom and dad were taking me out for a ride to a store. "You need a pretty new dress, Dani," mom was saying, "and shoes." Then we went to a salon, and the girl, Karen, was gently stroking my hair telling me what a pretty girl I was. And all through the dream, I was walking around with confidence and grace, with people everywhere telling me what a pretty girl I was. Then I woke up, and it was morning. Knowing what a busy day this was going to be, I rushed into my bathroom, stripped out of my pajamas and jumped into the shower. Drying off, I noticed stubble on my legs and methodically ran my shaver over them till they were smooth. Then, with my towel wrapped around me girl-style, I did my eyes with liner and mascara. Then, towel off, I used tape as mom showed me to lift and separate my boobs. Back in my room, I slipped on new panties, shorts, and halter, then sat on the edge of my bed to put on my heels. I strutted back into the bathroom, swiped a sponge of rouge over my cheeks, did my lips, and brushed my hair back flirtingly over my shoulders. Happy with myself, I went downstairs. "Good morning, Dani" mom said, standing at the counter sipping coffee and looking at her day timer. She had turned her head to look me over, and I had consciously stopped and posed for her to see. "You look great, Dani," mom said, "you must be so excited!" "Yeah, mom, thanks," I went over to the counter and stood next to her. "Thanks for everything, mom," I said, feeling closer to her than ever, Mom hugged me, "we've got a lot to do today," she said. looking back at her planner. She went over my appointments for my hair and makeover. We chattered away, and it was so great. Then like two hens, we were out the door and into mom's car. "We have a lot of time," mom said while driving, "so we may as well make the best of it." I had a hunch we were headed to the mall, and sure enough, mom confirmed it. "We should go see David's sister," mom said, "she seems to have great taste, and I'd love to meet her." "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she works Saturdays," I said, thinking it would be really cool for my mom and Daine meeting each other. After all, they both had a lot to do with my starting out. We chattered, and mom drove, and then we were in the parking lot, and then we were strutting side-by-side into the mall. "Dani," mom said, "you're going to find out that you're a constant object of attention, just about every minute of every day, and just about everywhere you go." I looked around as we walked, very aware of the sensual nature of every step we took, and I did notice that we were being noticed, consciously and unconsciously, by almost everyone around. "Girls," mom said, "females, attract attention, and we love it!" I smiled, knowing exactly she was right. Into the store, still chattering, I was both aware of us and of everyone noticing us. The sensation was overwhelming. Mom knew what I was feeling, and said I would learn to both get used to it, and to love it. "So, introduce me to Diane," mom said, "if she's here." I led us around to where Diane had been when David had brought me in to meet her. Diane wasn't as the desk, but I asked the girl is she was in. "Sure, I'll page her," the smiling clerk said. With my mom there, I felt like we had prestige, and like everyone in the store would cater to us. After just a minute, Diane walked up. She didn't at first recognize me. "Oh my God, Dani!" she said, finally knowing who I was, "you look so great!" I was smiling and thanking her, "Diane, this is my mom," I said, introducing them. They fell in like instant friends, and I was right there with them, laughing and chatting. It was great fun. "I want to thank you," my mom told Diane, "for all you did for Dani." Diane was trying to find a way to say that she was happy to help because I was her brother's ...friend, and she seemed to want to say "girlfriend," but she stopped short, not quite sure how to say it. My mom seemed to understand Diane's confusion, and jumped right in, saying I was more of a natural girl than either of them had realized. And Diane looked at me, and agreeing said ."I certainly can see it." It was weird being both the topic of discussion and part of the discussion, but I was nodding at everything mom and Diane said. Mom and Diane hit it off so well, I was sort of transfixed watching them and listening to their animated conversation. I was lucky to have such wonderful women as roles models, I was thinking. "Oh, by the way," mom said, turning to me, but talking to Diane, "I want to get Dani another pair of shoes, some nice everyday heels. She has been wearing the same heels all week. Her feet have grown a bit too long for her to wear my shoes like she used to." Diane looked at me with a sort of surprised smile, and I sort of blushed that one of my childhood secrets was let out. "Dani, why don't you go try on some things," mom said, "I'll be over in a minute; I just want to talk with Diane a bit more." I looked at my mom and my best friend's sister hitting it up, and kind of wondered what they were going to talk about. Was mom going to let out more of my secrets, I thought. But I did like I was told, and headed over to the shoe department. When my heels clicked on the tile floor of the store aisle, I fell into a very comfortable walk, conscious of posture and poise, and smiling at all the other shoppers. The clerk in the shoe department watched me walk up, greeted me, looked down at my shoes and recognizing them as one of her models, then looked at me again a little startled, "Oh, hi," she said, "I didn't recognize you at first. Welcome back!" She smiled at me, and I smiled at her, and we had a pleasant bit of chatter. Then, "my mom's in the store," I said, "and she wants to get me a pair of 'every day' heels, she says." "Oh, okay," the clerk acknowledged, "something sturdy and comfortable, I think, with not too high of heels." I nodded, and she led me to a table and started showing some models. We picked out three pair, and the clerk, remembering my size, went in back to find them. I continued looking at different shoes and styles, imagining myself in them, and noticing how nice they felt even to touch. The clerk came back, we sat down, and I tried each shoe on, seeing how they looked on my feet, and seeing how they felt, then how they felt standing and walking, practicing my model poses to get a sense of how each shoe felt. "You're very pretty," the clerk said, "your long legs look great in all of them!" As I'd been noticing the last couple weeks, compliments feel great, and the clerk's comment made me feel very good. As I was standing there, posing and getting the feel of a nice pair of black pumps, my mom walked up. "Hi, mom!" I said, "how do these look?" "Very nice, yes," she said, sitting in the chair next to my things, "are they comfortable?" "That shoe has padded soles, and arch support," the clerk commented. "Yeah, they feel great." I confirmed, "I could easily see wearing these all day." "What else did you find?" mom asked, looking at the boxes. I showed her the brown slides and the dark blue sandals. "Are those 3-inch heels?" mom asked, picking up one of the blue sandals." "They are 2 1/2," the clerk answered, "but with the padded sole, they are more like 3-inch." "Have you tried them all yet, Dani?" mom asked. "Yeah," I replied, "and they're all so great!" "Well, then, let's get them all." mom said. I was shocked, "Mom, really? I was thinking just one." I sat down and touched mom's arm, "really mom, three is too much, I can't ask you to do that." "Dani," mom said, "I feel like I owe you a lifetime of birthday presents that I never got for my little girl." I felt a little guilty; I felt like I might cry. "Speaking of presents," mom said, motioning to the small sack I hadn't even noticed she was carrying, "wait till you get home to see this!" So, I left the store carrying two sacks with my new shoes, and whatever surprise mom had in her sack. Going to the car, I was bouncy happy. "I'm so happy for you, Dani," mom said, walking next to me and holding my arm, "but there is something I need to talk with you about." I got in the car, both happy and wondering what mom had on her mind. "What is it, mom?" I asked, looking at her as she started the car. "Oh, just what Diane and I talked about," she said. I sat silently in the car as mom drove. I was both full of excitement about my new shoes and about heading to the beauty salon for my makeover, but at the same time, I was very curious about what mom and Diana had talked about. I glanced anxiously at mom, waiting to hear what she had to say. "Dani," mom said, finally. "Yes, mom," I said, letting her know I was listening. "Dani," mom repeated, "we haven't talked yet about sexuality." My knees came together as I felt my body contract. "Mom?" I said, showing I was a little nervous about the subject. "Dani," mom went on, "I've been so excited about what is happening with you. Your dad and I both are happy that you are finding yourself; neither us, really, is all that surprised you are finding and expressing your girl side, your feminine nature. We are your parents, Dani, and we are one- hundred percent supportive. We love you, Dani, and we know you." "Thanks, mom," I said, listening for what else was coming. "Well, Dani" it seemed like mom was struggling to get to her point, "I talked to Diana about David, about you and David, because I wanted to get her impression." I just listened, looking straight out the windshield. "You see, Dani, the other night, after this two weeks of seeing you emerge as our pretty, happy, and very feminine daughter, your father and I had a little talk." I was getting more curious. "Well, your dad, seeing things from the male point of view, commented that your very good looks could have an effect on the libido of your male classmates. And we both have been wondering about the effect it will have on your friendship with David when he sees that his best friend is really a girl." "Okay," was all I could get out. Mom was getting into something that I hadn't been able to fully grasp myself, but that I knew was a big thing. "I wanted to just ask you about your relationship with David, but then, talking with Diana, I had the idea of getting her perspective. And I was really quite surprised, pleasantly, at what she had to say." I turned to look at mom; I, too, was now very curious to hear what Diana had to say. "Well, Dani, I was concerned that David would be a bit shocked, uneasy with your changes, and that your friendship with him would suffer." Mom pulled up alongside the beauty salon, parked and turned off the engine, but turned to me rather than get out of the car. "Well, after talking with Diana, I don't have to worry about David being shocked." I turned in the seat listening to mom. "Dani," mom said, with a look that I couldn't quite understand, "Dani, David knows you're a girl, and he came up with this costume party idea as a way to bring you out." I was speechless; my jaw hung open. "Dani, David wants you to be a girl; he has confided that in his sister. Diana says David told her of things he had been doing to bring you out. Were you aware of that, Dani? " I was both surprised and embarrassed. I stared at the windshield, glancing nervously at mom. I felt nervous and flush. "What do ya mean, mom?" was all I could get out. "Dani," mom said, "Diana says that David has been encouraging you to come out as a girl; that he drops hints, even suggestions," were you aware of that?" "I suppose; maybe," I struggled to explain how I was both aware and unaware that my best friend had been helping me be a girl. "I mean, mom, I think I was growing awareness of who I was, and I was happy that David accepted me. So if that's what you mean by him encouraging me, well, yeah, I was sort of aware of that." "Yes," mom said, "but it may have been more than that." I looked at her, now really puzzled. "Did you even let David hypnotize you, Dani?" mom asked with a very direct look. Suddenly I felt more than embarrassed. I felt my legs and my body tense up. "Well, I mean, he does magic tricks, and a lot of times he tries them out on me." "Magic tricks. And what else?" "Mom, this is kind of hard for me." "I understand, Dani," mom said, "but I'd like you to tell me how you interact with David." Knowing there was no way out of this discussion, and thinking that maybe I needed to talk about it anyway, I stumbled into an explanation. "Well, David's a super cool guy," I started, "he's popular; other guys like him and respect him, and all the girls go nuts over him." "You should see, mom, the way girls are always smiling at him, and you can tell they love it when he talks to them." Mom sat listening, driving, glancing over at me. "How does that make you feel, Dani? a little jealous?" "I don't know, mom. I mean, I just think it's cool that everybody likes him, and I sort of feel special that I get to hang out with him all the time." "Diana says that David has a couple of books about talking to girls and using suggestions, hypnotic or subliminal suggestions with them. Basically, he seduces them" "Yeah, maybe," I stammered, "I mean, I know he sort of does that." "And do you know that he does that with you?" This was a big gulp moment that I wasn't sure I could face. "I kind of liked it, I guess, that sometimes he talked to me the same way he talked to girls." Suddenly I was really embarrassed and felt like I might cry. Mom put her hand on my knee. "It's okay for you to be a girl, Dani. And it's good that your best friend recognizes that. I'm a little concerned, though, that David may have been using hypnotism to seduce you." I can't describe how vulnerable this discussion was making me feel. "It's not like he was preying on me, mom," I said, trying to play it down. Mom pulled into the beauty salon parking lot, and we both sat in the car to finish this discussion. "Dani," mom stated, "your father and I love you very much, and we have both agreed to help you with your transition in any way we can. We were proud of our son, and now we are proud of our daughter." I smiled, feeling grateful love for my mom and dad. "We have barely touched on our mother/daughter discussions. As complicated as fact-of-life talks can be, I have been thinking that we should include a therapist to help us with your transition." I nodded silently. "In the meantime," mom went on, "I beg you to be careful, and to hold off on crossing that line into womanhood." I knew exactly what mom meant. The whole notion of sexuality was like a big field in front of me that I knew I would have to cross. "I understand, mom," I said, "thanks for talking about it." We hugged in the car. Then mom led me into the shop, The tone once again turning to the excitement of getting me ready for the party.