The Chorus                           by: Janet Stickney                JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

Five guys and three girls. That was what we had, and it was obvious to all of us that four couples were needed, and that one of us boys was going to have to be the fourth girl. Tom, at over six foot was out, Bill weighed in at 220 and was about 5'10", Mike was short, but stocky, like a fireplug. That left me. My name is Brian, I'm 5'7" tall with a thin build, brown hair and green eyes. They all looked at me as I tried to shake my head no.

"Yes!" the girls said as one, "no" I yelled, but it was a lost cause and I knew it. At age 17 I should have been able to be firmer, be able to say no and make it stick, but I wasn't good at that. I was a follower by nature. Mom sat in the bleachers as we had this discussion, not saying a word even though she could hear us.

"It's settled then. Brian, or should we say, Breanne? Welcome our newest member!"

They all clapped while I walked over to my mother.

"Did you hear what they want me to do?"

"Of course I did Brian. I think we have plenty of time to get you ready!"

"What!"

"I said that we have plenty of time to get you ready. Your debut as a girl should be your best, and I think we can manage that since we have almost a week to get you ready."

I was done for. Even my own mother wanted me to do it! In my entire life I had never worn any female clothes, not even on Halloween, or thought about it, or tried it in secret, nada!

"Mom! I still have to go to school you know!"

"They'll understand Brian. Just tell them why."

Maybe when she went to school! Now, I would likely be shot!

"Let's not talk about it. It's done Brian. As soon as we get home I want to take some measurements and we can start."

By the tone of her voice, she meant it, which meant that in a few days, at most, I would be in skirts.

The chorus started out with a five and five mix, but a car wreck took two of the girls, sisters, out of the group, leaving a five and three mix. I was just a bit lower in voice tone than the girls, and of the guys in the chorus, a high tenor, and I was the smallest. All of us tried to find girls to fill in, but we had been practicing for almost four months now, and anyone we found would have been at a serious disadvantage, and at the same time we would not sound as good, since we sing acapella. If I wanted to sing in the group, it looked like it would have to be as a girl. Never having worn any feminine clothes, I was worried that I would look like a clown, which scared me more than actually wearing the clothes I think. My inner vision of me dressed as a girl was not pretty, and I would have to trust mom to make me up right. I have two sisters of my own, both older, Kelly by 3 years, Beth by 4, and both of them were, even in my eyes, gorgeous. Mom had helped them through the teens years, teaching them how to do makeup, hair, and dress, like all moms do I guess, so I had to trust that she would make me look at least partially as good as my sisters.

As soon as we got home mom had me strip to my briefs and started taking measurements. My sisters had left some of their clothes at the house when they had moved away to college, which meant that mom would have to buy at least some new stuff. That was my only hope now. If it was too expensive, the chorus would simply be short one girl. I should have known better because I have no luck at all. Mom took the measurements she wanted and made a list, and told me that the next day we were going shopping, just as the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and saw Heather standing there. Heather is one of the girls in the chorus, and certainly the prettiest one. She is as tall as I am with golden blond hair and big blue eyes, with legs that ran up to her armpits it seemed.

"I know you're nervous about doing this Brian, so I came over to see if I could help."

Mom heard her, and before I could say anything, she asked Heather if she could help us pick out some clothes for me!

"Why don't you come in the morning Heather. Brian will be ready by then.

"Great! I'll bring some clothes that might fit him! Then he can go shopping all dressed up and try on the clothes and other things he'll need to do this!"

My future had been settled without a word from me, and as soon as Heather left, I blew up.

"Mom! I don't want to dress like a girl! I'll look stupid! I think I'll quit the chorus!"

"You can do that of course Brian, and I won't stop you. But what about the others? They put in a lot of time on this just like you did. Will one of them be so willing to drop out? And if you quit, which one will be forced out, or will the entire chorus forfeit? You think about it and let me know later. Right now I have a few errands to do, and I'll be back in an hour or so."

As usual, she dumped it back on me, and the worst part was that she was right on every count.

When she came home, mom was carrying some bags.

"Have you decided Brian?"

She had struck a low blow, and knew me well enough to know that I would not let my friends down. But she certainly was pushing me hard on the idea. I still had the image of my turning out to look like a clown, but decided to try it, just this one time, to see for myself, and probably confirm my mental image. I decided that if I did not look like a model I would not do it, and I told her that.

"I'll do it, but under protest until I see what I look like!"

"Great! Let's go to your bedroom, we have a lot to do before you go to bed."

At 17, my mother had not seen me naked since I was about 8 or so, and now she wanted me to strip! I got down to my briefs, which was as far as I wanted to go, and she finally relented. The worst smelling cream was spread all over me, and I was told to do the rest and wait for 30 minutes before I showered it off. I did as she told me, and when I stepped out of the shower, I was hairless from the eyebrows down! On the bed were some white cotton panties and a nightgown and robe set. I stepped into the panties, pulled the nightgown over my head and wrapped the robe around myself. Mom took me to her bedroom and as I sat at the vanity she began to put rollers in my hair, and when she was done, a net went over my hair.

"That's all for tonight Brian."

As soon as I walked into the familyroom dad exploded in laughter. He quit as soon as he got a glare from mom, but the damage was done. I wanted to run right then, but couldn't. Where would I go?

Sleeping in all of that nylon was a new experience, and, I admit, not all that bad. The way it felt against my now hairless skin was a little electric in fact. The rollers hurt a little as the unfamiliar tubes pushed against my head, and it took me a while to fall asleep. As soon as I had breakfast, mom and I went to her bedroom. She handed me a pair of brand new panties!

"I bought them last night, just in case you decided to try it."

At her direction I sat at the vanity, then she began to take out the rollers and brush out my hair. It didn't take her very long as my hair was transformed into a style much like most of the girls in school wore. Kind of a curly flippy pageboy or something. Then she began my makeup by telling me to do it myself!

"You'll have to learn anyway, so you might as well start now. Just do what I tell you."

The foundation was easy to do. I spread it out like mom told me, set it with translucent powder and saw that it covered my light beard quite well, and didn't look like I used a spray gun or a trowel. Doing my eyes was harder, but I managed. Light blue on the edge of my eyelids, mauve over that with rose highlights just under my eyebrows. The black eyeliner went on easily as soon as I put my elbow on the vanity to steady my hand. Under my eyes I used a black pencil dipped in baby oil, "to make it go on easier" mom said, and then a touch of mascara. On my cheeks went a touch of peach blusher, and except for my lipstick, mom said I was done with my makeup. Looking in the mirror when she said I was done gave me a shock. I did not see my usual self! Instead I saw a girl that was clearly related to mom and my sisters, in looks and hairstyle. There was no trace of me at all.

"I found some things in Beth's dresser you can use. Follow me."

With hair flicking against my ears as I walked behind her, I remembered how I looked in the mirror, and I knew in my heart that I was not going to look like a clown. Mom put a bra, slip and some other things on the bed, The she helped me get the bra on, which we then padded with socks.

"This is an old pantybrief that Kelly used to use. It has some built in pads to give you a rounder, fuller figure in the hips and butt."

I wanted to laugh at that. Kelly has a butt that…well, never mind. I pulled it on, then sat on the bed and learned how to get the pantyhose on. The nylon against my now hairless legs gave me a shiver as I pulled them on, and I saw mom smile.

"They feel nice don't they Brian?"

"I guess." I didn't want her to think that I was enjoying this in any way, but…I was no longer fighting against it so much. Around my waist went a wrap mom called a waist nipper. Eleven hooks up the front, then a zipper. It pulled my waist down to Beth's usual 23 inches since it was hers. The slip went over my head, and after mom adjusted the straps the hem was at mid thigh on me, the Vee cut in the front hinting at, but not revealing my so called breasts.

"Heather said she was bringing some clothes over, but I found this. I think it will fit you perfectly Brian."

Mom held up a dress that was black with a print on it of small flowers. That went over my head, and as soon as she zipped it up I knew she was right. It did fit.

"Now the shoes. Step into these."

Mom handed me a pair of Beth's black shoes that had a short heel. I started towards the full length mirror but mom stopped me.

"Not yet. Lets get some jewelry on you before you look."

Small gold hoops were pushed into my ears, a thin gold chain around my neck, a thin gold watch, and two small rings, one on each hand.

"Do your lipstick dear." I traced the soft red color on my lips and stood in front of the mirror. I was shocked! I looked like Kelly! There was no way anyone would think I was a boy!

"Mom!"

"Yes I know dear. You look very lovely." Still in shock at how I looked, I missed what mom asked me. "Brian."

"Yes?"

"The kids called you Breanne at school. Is that what you want us to call you? Or do you have a name that you like better?"

"Breanne sounds so much like my own name that I was thinking that maybe it should be a lot different."

"Like what?"

"Like Sarah."

With a smile mom found a black purse with an old wallet, and gave it to me, telling me to put my money and so on in the new wallet and then in the purse. Walking in those heels wasn't as hard as I imagined it would be, and I felt the skirt part of the dress swaying with every step I took. By the time Heather got there I had moved my stuff to the new wallet, added the lipstick and at mom's insistence, embarrassing me, a few tampons. I was waiting in the familyroom with mom when she arrived.

I answered the door and let her in, listening as she asked for me!

"Hi. I'm Sarah." She looked at me and all at once started smiling and clapping her hands.

"Holy cow! You look fantastic! Gorgeous!"

Mom stood to the side smiling as I stood there soaking up Heather's kind words.

"I knew she would look good, but…"

"Shall we go girls?"

Mom led the way, and I was out of the house for the first time ever dressed as a girl. Sitting next to Heather I felt like what I was, a boy in a dress, but she told me to relax and enjoy it, so I tried to do just that. At the mall I had the hardest time of all. A lot of my classmates were there, and I expected one of them to yell aha!, but they never did. I'm not sure which was worse, them figuring it out, or not. Mom led the way straight into the store and the lingerie shop. Panties, were first, then mom and Heather selected two bras, then Heather pointed at some breastforms behind the counter. Mom asked for size 'A' and I was quickly in a changing room.

I undressed and mom quickly slipped them into my bra, and instantly I felt the weight of them as the bra straps pulled on my shoulders. But looking in the mirror I had to admit they looked better than the socks I used that morning. Two slips, a new waist nipper and padded pantybrief, a camisole and to my continuing shame, a belt for sanitary pads. From there we went to shoes where I got three pairs, one a white heel the other flats in black and white. It was determined that I wore a size 8, and when we left the dress department I had three dresses, three skirts, shorts, and blouses to match plus a suit that was red and black. By then Heather and I were carrying so many packages that we took them to the car and went back in.

"Nobody is going to know you on Monday Sarah, nobody! I've been watching while we were in the store, and not one person looked at you as anything other than what you look like!"

"I know you're right Heather, but I'm new at this girl thing, and I'm a little nervous, especially when I saw Jack and his crowd walking around."

"Don't worry about them Sarah. Boys looking at you will have only one thing on their tiny minds, and it won't be is that Brian? They'll be falling all over themselves to meet you."

"Right." Instead of reacting to my sarcasm, she merely smiled and said, "you'll see". Mom met us and we went to a makeup shop where the woman took my makeup off and did it over. I have to admit it, I looked a hundred percent better, and I thought I looked good before! Mom bought a kit that had everything the woman used on me, and then we stopped for lunch.

"You have done very well this morning Sarah! I'm very proud of you."

Then mom bit into her burger. I had a bite of my sandwich when Jack and his friend Amos walked over.

"Hi Heather. You is this enchanting woman you're with?"

This is Mrs. Grant." Mom smiled at him and said hi.

"And you are?" He was looking at me!

"Sarah Grant."

"We saw you earlier and I told Amos that I just had to meet you!"

"You have, and she's busy right now Jack." One look at Heather's glare and he backed off.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Grant, Sarah. See you later?"

"Maybe Jack, call me later."

"Okay Heather, I'll do that." They walked away and mom and Heather started laughing!

"I told you they would be all over you Sarah."

"And why not? She's a very pretty girl!" Between mom and Heather, I just knew I was in for an interesting few weeks!

"We have one more stop Sarah. I know I didn't say anything earlier, but it will make life easier for you. You have an appointment at the salon in half an hour."

What could I say? Mom had spent all that money on clothes, Jack and Amos had met me, and I did in fact look like a girl now. I swallowed my pride and simply nodded my head yes.

We dropped Heather off at home and went to the salon. I was taken to a chair, and after the girl took one look at me, she told me she had the perfect style for me, and began by washing my hair. My brown hair was given an auburn rinse, cut, and set in rollers. I had to sit under the dryer while my hair dried, and the manicurist came over and cleaned, filed, and made my nails a bit longer, then painted them a soft red, two coats, with a clear top coat over that. When my hair was taken out of the rollers and brushed out I had a head full of curly hair. Curls went down the back, and as she brushed it out I saw how quickly she created a hairstyle for me. I had soft set curls down the back and a few on the sides, my ears framed in waves with bangs swept to one side. With my new makeup and nails, my old self had utterly disappeared. Mom drove us home, and I saw dad's car in the driveway.

We carried the packages into the kitchen, then, at mom's urging, I walked out to see dad. He did not laugh this time.

"Damn!"

"Right dad, see you later!" I spun on my tiny heels, feeling my short skirt flip up exposing my panties, and took my new things up to my room. As I started up the stairs, mom told me to move into Kelly's old room.

"The girls can share when they are home. Right now you need the private bath and the vanity more than she does."

"Okay mom." In Kelly's room I cleaned out a few of the drawers in the dresser and hung up my clothes, then went back to the kitchen just in time to hear my dad ask mom just how long this was going to last.

"As long as she needs to, no matter how long that is!" I went in and dad looked at me from head to toe and back.

"I have to admit, you look very nice…Sarah."

"Thanks dad."

The phone rang and dad answered it. "Yes, she lives here, wait a minute, I'll get her." He handed me the phone. "It's a boy! For you!" he said, a look of surprise on his face as I took the phone and said hello.

"Hi Sarah, this is Jack. I managed to weasel your number out of Heather, but don't be mad at her."

"I'm not mad Jack."

"Good! How about going to a show tonight?"

I looked at mom, then at dad, and down at myself. My short dress swelling over my breasts, my makeup and hair done, I said "I'd like that Jack. Do you know where I live?" He said he did, and that he would be over at seven. "I have a date mom, with Jack. I'm going up to change." I turned to walk away when dad exploded.

"A date! A date! But you’re a boy! You can't…"

Something came over me during the day, something I could never define, and still can't. For the first time in my life I had someone actually want to be with me! Before this I was just a warm body taking up space. I never dated, never had a girlfriend, never attended the dances, nothing. Yet the moment I appear in public dressed as a girl someone wanted to know me, and this same person just asked me out on a date. I didn't even think about it. I simply said yes. I'm a boy, and he's a boy, but he does not know that, and since I'm not going to tell him, and I certainly do not plan on more than a show, so why not? I blew up at dad.

"Yes I can dad. Look at me. Do I look like a boy? Smell like one? I have to dress as a girl for quite a while, and for the first time ever, I have a date. I never had a date as Brian! I'm going!" I stomped my foot and left him sputtering.

I stripped the dress of just as mom came into the room.

"Your father is very confused right now Sarah. I know that sometime today you discovered that you like to dress this way. I watched you carefully all day, and the more you were around people the more your mannerisms became very feminine. Now, on your first day as a girl, you have a date, which you accepted because you now feel like the girl you appear to be. Right?"

"I guess."

"No guess Sarah, yes or no." "Well, yes, but..."

"I thought so. What outfit did you intend to wear tonight?"

I showed her the skirt and blouse, and then she told me to take the bra off. Using a cleanser she wiped down my chest, and then began to talk as she opened several small packages.

"Since you like being a girl so much, and you'll have to be one for a while, lets attach the breastforms with the adhesive. According to the instructions, they will warm up to skin temperature, and after an hour or so you will be able to sense it if someone touches them, which considering the fact that your dating now, might be useful."

"Mom!"

She ignored me as she placed them on my chest, sealing them in place with the glue.

"Wear one of your new bras, and take the waist nipper off. You'll be more comfortable."

She left me looking in the mirror at my brand new boobs. They looked pretty nice to me! I put on one of the new bras, the pleated skirt, which was the same length as the dress was, and a short sleeved white blouse and black flats. I touched up my lipstick, added some perfume, grabbed my purse and went into the familyroom to wait.

"You're to be home by midnight, and no parking." I looked at dad, surprised he would even mention parking.

"Your father is right Sarah, and Jack is to come in and meet your father before you leave."

Geesh! They were treating me like I was a…girl! Jack pulled up and came to the door. I introduced him to my parents, and then we left. I knew that what I was doing was dangerous and could backfire on me, so before things went too far, I decided to tell him. That way the walk home wouldn't be so far.

"Jack, I…"

"You're Brian. Right?" He looked at me as I nodded my head yes. "Heather told me when I asked for your phone number."

"If you know I'm Brian why ask me out? Hell, every girl in the school wants to go out with you!"

He started to laugh, then, in a quiet voice he said two words.

"I'm Gay." At that moment I believed him. Before this moment I never would have.

"You're Gay, so because I'm dressed like a girl you think I am?"

"Not at all. Listen to what I have to say, and think about this for a minute. Looking the way you do, and looking as good as you do, I can't believe there's anything but a very slim chance that you'll ever go back to dressing as Brian, and the minute you set foot in the school everyone will know who you are anyway. But if I tell everyone we hooked up, we'll both be safer. Not many guys will mess with you knowing I'm around, and the girls will quit bothering me and I can let down the facade."

No matter how much I wanted to deny it, the truth was that I did like the way I looked now. A lot better than the old me for sure, and having Jack as a protector would be handy. I made the only practical decision possible.

"Okay Jack, you have a girlfriend now."

He treated at the show just as he should have, and after he drove up in the driveway I turned to thank him for a nice evening, when his lips touched mine. To this day I don't know why, but I did not resist, and he kissed me a lot harder. I broke it off and went in, closing the door with a quick thud, and ran to my room. As I undressed I was quivering, the scent of his aftershave still in my nose, the taste of his tongue still in my mouth.

For school on Monday I wore the same dress I wore the first day, my hair and makeup perfect. I walked into the school without incident until I sat in my usual chair. Janice, the girl next to me looked over and asked, "Brian?"

"Used to be. You can call me Sarah now."

The teacher walked in and looked at me for a moment, then announced that due to the lack of girls in the chorus I had been chosen to fill in, and in that regard I would be dressing as a girl, and that my name was Sarah. It was like that all day. Most of the kids accepted my fate because they knew the reason for it. There were some snickers from the guys of course, but Heather said she was pretty sure that they were nervous because of the way I looked, not what I was wearing. For the most part the girls accepted me because everyone knew who I was, and supposedly did not present any kind of threat to them. At practice that night I stood with the girls.

That night I wore a nightgown to bed again, laying there thinking about that day past. If I was honest with myself, really honest, I had to admit that, one, wearing a dress or skirt and blouse wasn't all that bad, and I was beginning to like it. Number two scared me a bit, but not very much now. I had been accepted at school because of the circumstances, but what about after the competition? The next day was easier than the first, and by the end of the week most of the kids were calling me Sarah, without thought. Jack and I ate lunch together, which raised a few eyebrows of course, but he told me to ignore them, and I did my best. On Friday he walked me to class, and on the way, he reached out and took my hand in his! More than a few kids stared at us, but I was beginning to feel like the girl I looked like. Under mom's direction, I wore a skirt or dress to school even though many of the girls wore slacks once in a while. Mom said that I should get used to the skirts before I wore slacks.

Heather usually stayed close by, and twice asked me about Jack. I could not reveal what he told me, so I merely told her what she always knew. He liked to be with the prettiest girls in the school, so why not me? That fed her self induced idea that Jack was a ladies man, and I had fallen under his spell. She even mentioned that I was starting to talk like a girl! On the home front, dad always had that stunned look on his face when he looked at me, but he never mentioned how I was dressed, until I got careless on night. Mom and I had bought a babydoll nightgown with a matching robe for me, and without a thought I changed into it. I kept my panties on, so he could not see through the bottoms, but when I elected, maybe forgot to wear the robe, and showed up in the familyroom, I thought he was going to choke. Mom was quicker. She told me to put the robe on, and in my room I looked in the mirror to see what made him so edgy. My breasts were clearly defined by the sheer material, the nipples poking out, the seams hidden my the vaporous cloud of white material. Mom and I had not told him about the breastforms, so when he saw me with breasts poking out at him, he choked. Smiling I wrapped the robe around myself and rejoined my parents in the familyroom.

Mom was knitting and did not look up, but dad stared at me until I sat down. I knew he wanted to ask me, but didn't. I figured he would ask mom later. I had done some checking on the Internet, and found a site that was nothing but fiction about boys turning into girls, and as I read a few of them, I began to write down some ideas I saw. The next day is Saturday, and I decided to try a few of the things I had read about. I kept that to myself for now. After all these years, I still did not realize that mothers always know everything, but she would remind me of it the next day. Right after breakfast I went to my room, shut the door, then opened my notebook. I had everything I needed, the only question was how long would it last, and did I really want to go that far. Dad would freak out, while mom would only tear off my hide in small strips. I looked in the mirror again, naked as ever, and saw that other than my male appendage and skinny hips I did look like a girl. Our choir director told us a few days ago that we had invitations to sing that would take us almost to the end of the year, which is six months away! When he looked at me, I knew I would be dressing this way for a long time, which is what made up my mind for me.

I was in the bath, ready to shave myself when mom walked in on my. There was no hiding the area I was getting ready to shave, since it was all soapy. Without a word she held up a bag of ice, and I knew that she had either figured it out, or had read my notes. I put the razor to my skin and removed all of the hair I could safely reach, then, after a rinse and dry, I walked back into my room. Mom motioned to the bed and I lay down, my legs far apart. When the ice hit me I almost jumped straight up, but mom held me there until she was satisfied with the results. Using the superglue, she manipulated my now miniscule manhood, pushing and shoving until she had completed her task. Using the glue, she made sure everything would stay in place, then, after a few very long minutes, she told me to get up. One look in the mirror said it all. I now had what appeared to be a natural vagina! I looked like a girl! I took a few steps, and did not feel anything wayward or any pain. The biggest change was the lack of my normal appendage, and my legs would now slip together easily, without the occasional pain I had before.

"Now that we have that settled, we can forget all this pretending that's been going on. Your father is pretending he doesn't mind, but he more confused than he wants to admit, and your pretending to be doing this because the choir director wants you to. Now that we both know that you want to be a girl, you can quit pretending and help me break the news to your father."

Just how does she know so much?

"How do we do that?"

"Why, we let him just how much of a girl you really are of course!"

"Huh?"

"I was thinking of calling your sisters and asking them to join us for a real fancy night out, with boyfriends and all, including you. We'll get you a sexy dress, all of us will go to the salon, and get the works, then we'll all go to the country club! They still have those fancy dances, and it will the perfect way to break it to him. He won't be able to deny the truth when it slaps him in the head will he?"

"He might slap me instead mother."

On the last night of practice I was issued my pass and told to be at the school no later than four the next afternoon.

Mom drove up with my clothes, and I was allowed to change in her hotel room. For the concert I was going to wear an all black evening gown. I had never even tried it on, but mom insisted that it would fit. That was the day I was introduced to some very interesting garments. Black satin panties, then an all black corselet! It was wrapped around me and mom tightened the laces until I could hardly breathe! My waist went down to 24 inches, my own boobs got hiked up and swelled to fill the built in cups. Mom had taken the breastforms off, saying I would not need them, and she was right. Looking down I had an impressive cleavage, and smiled, which mom did not miss. The black padded pantybrief was pulled on and nude pantyhose, then the dress was slipped over my head and zipped up. My makeup was touched up and I stepped into the black heels. Looking in the mirror I saw a 17 year old girl, sexy in her black dress. I had an hourglass figure now, the short hem of the dress revealing a lot of shapely leg. Gold and black chandelier earrings with a choker style necklace to match and a dab of perfume, and I was ready.

We were a smash hit, our selection of pop, blues, and musical numbers a good blend of current and past. On the way out of the theater Jack stopped me. "You were wonderful in there Sarah!" then he kissed me! On the lips! At the dinner afterwards I noticed that he made an effort to sit next to me. I saw mom smiling at me, a wink in her eyes. "Will I see you at school on Monday Sarah?" It sounded like an innocent question, but it wasn't. I never hesitated, answering "yes, of course" before I realized what I had said. "Great! Maybe we can go to the show on Friday night."

I did go to school as Sarah on Monday, expecting some comment, but when I got none, I relaxed and from then on, I never wore male clothes again. I dated also Fred, and David, and Hank. Dad was shook up about my decision, but when Fred came to pick me up for that first date he knew I was serious about being a girl. I graduated right on time, and I am now in college. Perhaps I'll write about it some day.

 

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