Sixteen and Just a Girl
Sixteen, and just a girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up, then looked in the mirror. No makeup, my hair a mess, no shoes, and I was flat chested. But I saw her, and I was captivated by her. Not the travesty staring back at me, but the cute girl that she could become, if only I knew how, and tried a little harder. As I took the dress off I just knew that my parents wouldn't understand if they saw me all dressed up as a girl....