Leslie: The Rest of the Story

by Janis Elizabeth

 

My parents, Sharon and Frank divorced when I was ten. It seems that my Dad had an attraction to alcohol that made him a totally unfit husband and father. His alcoholism made it difficult for him to hold a steady job. Mom was the one who tired to keep things together, working outside the home to make sure we had the necessities. Even after their divorce, while Dad straightened himself out and got his life in order, he chose not to be a part of my life. With Mom working full time at the bank and Dad absent from my life, I had a major void in my life to fill. Unfortunately for me, until I approached my teen years, only school and television served to fill that void. If I was not attending school or doing homework, I had my face plastered in front of the television screen. Oh sure, I helped out at home, by doing the laundry, folding the clothes from the dryer and putting them away, helping get dinner on the table and cleaning and dusting of the house. While this helped to take some of the burden off of Mom, it gave me no satisfaction.

As I approached my teen years, there seemed to be something stirring inside of me, usually whenever I saw or touched any of Mom's clothes, especially her soft, silky lingerie. One day, when I was folding some of her things, I pulled one of her satin nightgowns out of the laundry basket. For a few seconds, I seemed to be captivated by the silky garment I held in my hands. I loved the feel of the fabric against my skin. Also, the lace that adorned the ankle-length hem and across the bodice made it look exquisite. I was suddenly overcome with a desire to see what it would feel like to wear something this soft and silky. Since I knew I had plenty of time before Mom returned home, I took the nightgown to my room where I quickly removed my clothes. I slipped this feminine delight over my head and felt the sensuous fabric slide down my body. The sensations I felt were beyond description for a twelve-year boy. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my image clad in a red satin nightgown. My features were such that, I believe, I looked like a girl. All I needed was some makeup and feminine hairdo. Shyly, I slid my hands over my body, feeling the satin and the lace of the garment even as I femininely posed in various positions.

In that brief moment, I knew that, from then on, I wanted to regularly wear soft feminine fashions. My only concern was that I could not tell Mom about my desires for she would never understand me. After several minutes, I realized that I had to change back into my uninteresting male things. Reluctantly, I took off the satin nightgown and properly folded it to put away. I quickly finished folding the rest of the laundry and then I put everything away. I took note of some of Mom's other things that were in the basket, including her lacy panties and her satin bras. Some time later I even put one of her bras on my arms and across my chest just to see how it would look and feel.

I knew that I could not continue to wear Mom's things, as they were still too big for me. At 5'-5'' and 130 pounds, I was very definitely smaller and shorter than Mom. I was also blessed with a lack of body hair on my arms and legs, which tended to increase my enjoyment of wearing soft things. Once I had tried on her nightgown and found it enjoyable, I started setting aside some of my weekly allowance so that I could start buying my own feminine fashions.

By the time I turned thirteen, I had acquired a nice wardrobe of soft, silky feminine lingerie, which I kept safely hidden in my room. I had added other things too like stockings, a shower cap and satin headscarves. Every day I would change my clothes as soon as I got home from school. I would put on a garter belt, stockings, satiny panties and a bra under my male clothing. If I were doing the cleaning, I would tie a satin headscarf over my head or wear my shower cap to protect my hair. I would then do the cleaning or the laundry, allowing myself enough time to change back into my coarse male things before Mom got home. Occasionally, when starting the meal, I would even wear one of Mom's frilly aprons around the kitchen.

I was able to successfully keep my secret hidden from Mom. She never came into my room, since I cleaned it, took care of my clothes and made my bed. I also had my computer in there and that was where I would study and do my school lessons. It also gave me the opportunity to go on-line and start finding stories and chat rooms where the predominant theme was the wearing and enjoyment of feminine thing.

By the time I was fifteen, I was starting to feel that I should tell Mom, about my desires to wear feminine things, either by speaking directly to her or accidentally by having her catch me dressed or by leaving some of my lingerie where she would find it. However, before I could speak to her on this subject, my life took a unique twist and Mom unknowingly helped me to achieve a more intense sense of my feminine presence.

One Saturday, a very fateful day in my subsequent development, I was in my room reading when I heard the telephone ring. I heard Mom say she would get it so I returned to my reading. About fifteen minutes later, I heard Mom call out and ask if I would come into the living room for a few minutes. I put my book aside and headed for the living room, wearing my usual Saturday attire of jeans, T-shirt and tennis shoes. Over the years, I had let my blond hair grow and now it fell almost to my shoulders. My Mom didn't say anything about it though, as I kept it neat and clean. As I entered the living room, I saw that Mom was in serious thought. She asked me to sit down.

She said that Dad had just called with, to say the least, a very unusual request. It seems his new boss thought that, because of my name, I was a girl and not a boy. She said that his company tries to mentor the daughters of the executives so they might one day move into the leadership positions of the company. It seems that Dad and his daughter Leslie had been invited to a dinner party on Friday evening at the CEO's home to introduce the mentoring program to Leslie and assess her interest. Mom carefully explained all of the implications of this invitation from my having to dress as a girl if I chose to assist Dad to the possibility that Dad could lose his position if either I did not attend, if I were discovered or if I went as my normal male persona. Her last words were that this was my decision, that neither she nor Dad could force me to choose one way or the other.

Although I wanted to blurt out an instant "YES" to this heaven-sent opportunity, I had to pretend to carefully weigh all of the options, so that Mom would not suspect that I really wanted to dress as a girl and be our family's daughter. When, at last, I finally spoke, I tried to keep my voice calm. I mentioned that I was concerned that Dad could lose his job if I did not try to be his daughter. I said that, if Mom and Dad thought it would help him, I was more than willing to dress as a girl. I reminded her, and myself, that, despite everything that had happened, he was still my Dad. I looked at Mom and asked her if she would help me so that I truly looked like a passable young lady and not just a boy in a dress for the dinner party on Friday.

Mom smiled as she looked at me, although she also looked like she was ready to cry at the same time. She gave me a big hug and said that if I were really intent on doing this, then for the next week I would have some intense education learning how to dress, walk, talk, think and act like a fifteen year old girl. I simply nodded my head in understanding. Although Mom did not know it, this was something I had longed for but did not know how to make happen. Now the perfect opportunity had been placed in my lap and I wasn't going to let it slip away. I would listen carefully to my Mom and learn well every lesson that she taught me. I also said, "Mom, if I can do this, I can help Dad out. After all he has been through in his life, this would be a small sacrifice to make if it will help him keep a good job and perhaps prevent him from slipping back into his former ways." As Mom hugged me again, she reminded me that mothers and daughters regularly hugged and that this was my first lesson in becoming a teenage girl. I smiled as she said that.

I sat on the sofa as Mom called Dad back to let him know I had agreed to help him out by being his daughter for the evening. Listening only to Mom's side of the conversation, I think he was very surprised that I would go to these lengths to help him. I beamed inwardly as I heard Mom assure Dad that his lovely daughter would be ready and waiting for him at the appointed hour.

From that moment on, everything seemed to be happening quickly. As Mom hung up the phone, she suggested that we get dressed and go shopping for clothes for my new feminine persona. I quickly said that I would feel strange shopping for girl's things while I was still dressed as a boy. I didn't want to tell her that I already had the basics of my wardrobe hidden in the bottom of my closet. Mom assured me that it would be all right for me to stay home while she shopped for my things. However, Mom needed my measurements so that she could get me the correct sizes. Soon, I was standing before her dressed only in my shorts while she took her tape measure and measured my chest, waist, hips, etc. She said for me not to worry because it may take some time to find all that I needed.

While Mom shopped, I stayed in my room and tried to read. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the pages as I imagined myself, even temporarily, becoming a young lady. When Mom came home some time later, she had an armload of packages which she indicated were all for me. Before I could dress, I had to make certain preparations. Mom gave me instructions to use the depilatory cream on the counter, shower, wash my hair and use her scented bath powder on my body once I was dry. These were the easiest instructions I ever had to follow. Once I finished these tasks, I went to Mom's room. She first reminded me that a young lady keeps her modesty, even after her shower, by wrapping a towel properly around her. She then helped me dress from the skin out in my first full set of feminine attire. After I had put on my new bra, Mom handed me a pair of realistic B-sized breast forms for the cups. It felt nice to have the proper weight and movement in my bra that is appropriate for a fifteen-year old girl. I commented on how nice my new clothes felt. As a part of my lessons, Mom taught me the value of using feminine hygiene products in my panties to help keep me properly tucked and to properly maintain a suitable feminine front.

Mom did my hair in a feminine style while I sat at her vanity in my lovely new lingerie. I couldn't believe how feminine I truly looked and felt as Mom first rolled my hair and put her dryer hood over the rollers. After I was dry, I experienced the feel of cosmetics for the first time on my face. This was something I had longed to experience. As Mom did my makeup, she carefully explained the application of each cosmetic. I was very attentive to her instructions. As I sat there, I understood that being made up was everything I thought it would be. Once Mom finished with my hair, I couldn't believe how pretty I looked and I told her so. She smiled, sensing that I truly appreciated her handiwork.

Once I was dressed, I got a lesson in wearing heels. Even though Mom had gotten me very low heels, it was still a different sensation walking around the room and maintaining my balance while having my heel off of the floor. Mom offered me her arm for support until I could manage walking in the heels on my own. For the rest of the day I worked on walking in heels, standing properly, talking like a young lady and properly sitting while wearing a skirt.

After several hours of practicing the lessons that Mom taught, she suggested that we go out and eat. What a thrill to make your public debut in a skirt, carrying a purse, feeling your nylon covered legs rub together as you walk and the sensation of the breeze swirling gently around your skirt.

As I said the rest of the week was a blur. I would sleep in a nightgown and a satin hair bonnet while Mom smiled approvingly. I wore a pretty dress when we visited a different church on Sunday. I learned how to remove my makeup and cleanse my face. Additionally, I learned how to hand wash my stockings and my delicate lingerie. Each day after school, I was to immediately change into feminine attire. I learned how to take care of my clothes, do my hair and makeup and master all of the skills needed to be a girl.

On Friday, Mom had arranged for me to have my first beauty salon visit. It was a thrill to have my hair and makeup done professionally in the beauty salon. Amber, my stylist, went to great lengths to make sure that I would look perfect for the evening. It was also wonderful to look at my fingernails and see the light glisten off of the red polish. Mom even bought purse sizes of the cosmetics that Amber used so that I could do a touch up, if necessary.

At home it was time to get ready for the dinner party. I loved the royal blue satin lingerie that Mom had gotten that matched my new dress. The dress itself was absolutely stunning. Mom said that my jewelry, like my makeup should be understated, especially for a girl of fifteen. I loved the strand of pearls at my neck and the pearl clip-on earrings on my ears. The perfume Mom sprayed me with was so delightfully feminine.

As she was giving me last minute instructions over all of my girlish mannerisms, the doorbell rang. With Mom giving me one last big hug, I went and opened the door. As my father looked on in stunned amazement, I smiled and said "Hello Daddy. Ready to escort your daughter to the dinner party?" Needless to say, he was amazed at my appearance. Finally regaining his senses, he told me that I looked great, like a younger version of mom and just as pretty. I smiled at him when he said that. Daddy offered me his right arm, escorted me to the car and even opened the door for me. I slid gracefully into the passenger's seat. During the drive, I had to remind Daddy to act as if he has had a daughter for fifteen years and not for just fifteen minutes.

The dinner party was something else entirely. The house was one befitting the CEO of a major company. As we drove up, we could get a brief sense of its size. The maid admitted us without delay. As we went into the living room, Daddy's boss immediately came over to welcome us. Daddy proceeded to introduce Mary Bishop, his boss and the CEO of the company to me.

I realized, throughout the evening, that I was the one that they were trying to recruit into the mentoring program. The three other young ladies there were slightly older than I and had been a part of the program for some time. I chatted with them prior to dinner about the program. After dinner, I heard about the benefits of the program explained, from the educational opportunities to being mentored by a senior executive of the company during summer employment and throughout the year to having a mid-level management position waiting upon graduation from college. It was certainly an intense effort to convince me of the merits of the program.

After the presentation, Miss Bishop even made one last special appeal to me to give serious thought to joining the mentoring program. She felt that it would be a two-way beneficial arrangement, both for myself and for the company. I assured her that I would give serious thought to all that had been presented during the evening and would have my decision made within the next two weeks. Mary tried to assure me that, regardless of my decision, there would be no adverse impact on Daddy or the position he held in the organization. As we left, I thanked Miss Bishop for her hospitality and for her more than generous offer to me.

During our return trip home, Daddy and I talked about the program and how nice it would be if I were able to participate. In the back of my mind though, I realized that being a participant in the mentoring program was completely out of the question, since I was not a young lady as I appeared. To some extent, this saddened me, although I did not dare let Daddy know of my feelings and spoil what had been a wonderful evening.

After I was safely inside, I sat on the sofa with one leg curled under me, the way a young lady sometimes sits and talked with Mom about everything that occurred during the evening. I told her all about the program and admitted that if it were at all possible, I would love to be a part of it. I also admitted that dressing as a girl had been great. Although I still did not tell Mom that this was not my first time dressing in the soft and silky feminine fashions. I then expressed my sadness because there was no way I could even think about the program. What if someone should find out about my secret? I sighed wistfully as I put my head on Mom's shoulder.

I then looked up at Mom and said, "Mom, all of this past week has been wonderful. I was simply glowing today after my beauty appointment when you assured Amber that I would be back for a future beauty appointment. I have loved and enjoyed everything about this experience, from the feel of the clothes to the makeup and hair to actually trying to behave like a teenaged girl. This week has been so wonderful. While I know that it is not practical to do this full time, may I continue to be your daughter from time to time?" I was hoping this wouldn't be my last public appearance as a young lady. Mom smiled and assured me that she would enjoy having a daughter be around as much of the time as I wanted. With a hug, I was off to get ready for bed.

When Mom came up a few minutes later to check on me, I had put on a lovely satin nightgown, cleansed my face, hung up my nice new clothes and was about to put on my satin sleep bonnet. After one more hug, it was lights out.

Saturday morning, I slept late, enjoying my moments as a young lady. Mom even let me sleep late and did not awaken me early. When I finally awoke, I decided not to change as yet. I left on my long, ankle-length pink satin nightgown and my satin hair bonnet. I was not fully awake as I made my way to the kitchen, where I heard Mom talking to someone.

I walked into the kitchen to see Miss Bishop sitting there talking to Mom. I was very surprised to see her there and was immediately wide-awake. Right way, Mary took charge of the situation and asked me to sit, after telling me how darling I looked in my nightgown and hair bonnet. Mary then gave me a summarized version of the comments she had made to Mom, including that she knew beforehand that I was a boy and not a girl. She assured me that nothing outward gave me away and everyone else thought I was, indeed, a young lady. Her comments surprised me, but I said nothing. Mary then emphasized that, despite the deception, she still wanted me to become a valued part of the mentoring program as a young lady. Both she and Joan Cramer, the Vice President of Human Relations, were impressed with the charm, poise and grace I had displayed during the dinner and throughout the evening.

We both looked at Mary and asked how could I possibly be included in the program. At that point, Mary presented her ideas for a solution. Her sister Margaret was the Head Mistress of a small private girl's school, The Girls' Academy, which was located nearby. Twice in the past, special girls had been admitted to the school with the knowledge and approval of Margaret. None of the school staff knew why these girls were considered to be very special students. They were actually boys who had enjoyed experiencing their feminine side early in their lives and whose parents had lovingly helped them dress and act appropriately. Neither had wanted to become a girl, either through hormones or surgery and their wishes had been respected. Both had graduated from The Girls' Academy, gone on to college and now had prominent positions within the company while their true genders were unknown to almost all that came into contact with them. Additionally, both were married to lovely ladies who accepted and respected their femininity. In a small private wedding, one had even worn a wedding gown and the other served as her Maid of Honor. It was a lovely ceremony with two brides and two Maids of Honor in the wedding. This was what Mary was now proposing for me. Mary also indicated that the school records, both from my current school and the girls' school would quietly be changed to show that my gender was Female rather than Male. By the time Mary was finished, Mom and I sat there in silence, stunned by what we had just heard and considering the possibilities that were now available to me.

What was now being proposed was to have my dream come true. When I could finally speak, I said, "Mom, Miss Bishop, if you think that this could be done in my case I would welcome it with open arms. Going to a girl's school and dressing like a young lady would be nice. The mentoring program sounded so great last night that I wished that there were some way that I could be a part of it. Now, it seems like you are offering me the chance to fulfill this dream." I then leaned over and gave Mary Bishop a big hug.

After regaining her poise, Mary looked at me and spoke. "Leslie, after the dinner party, Joan and I spoke at length about you. I decided, and she agreed, that if you entered the program, I would be the one that would be your mentor and provide you the guidance you need. You will work with me, starting this summer, learning the company from top to bottom. It is also appropriate that I be your mentor for another reason. My sister Margaret had experiences with a special student long before she headed The Girls' Academy. You see, I was a special student when I was your age. Early on in my life, I had experiences the delights of soft, feminine fashions. Mom, Dad and my sister accepted this without hesitation. They did everything they could to make sure I received an excellent education regardless of how I chose to dress. Margaret was a kind and supportive sister and helped me over many rough spots during my life. When your Dad brought you to the dinner party, and I saw how lovely you looked and how well you behaved as a young lady, I knew that I had found someone that I simply HAD to mentor. As Margaret guided me through the rough spots in my life, I would now like to guide you."

To say that this was unexpected would be a major understatement. I looked at Mary and gave her another big hug. Mom reached out and also gave Mary a big hug. Mary then resumed talking, saying that I should now refer to her as Aunt Mary rather than the more formal Miss Bishop. It was also proposed that I finish the last few weeks of the current school year and then begin The Girls Academy in the fall. In the meantime, Mary proposed that her legal department quietly begin the process of changing the gender notation on my school records to female.

As if enough good things hadn't already happened, Mary proposed taking her new niece shopping for a new wardrobe that would be suitable for her internship in the daily routine of the business world.

That was fifteen years ago. A lot has happened to me since then. First, interning for Aunt Mary was a true education in itself. I learned how a woman is able to move and act in the management circles. She taught me how to be an executive and a woman at the same time. There was also the side of Aunt Mary that always wanted to make sure her niece was nicely dressed. My wardrobe would have been the envy of any teenage girl.

My years at The Girls' Academy went smoothly. Mary advised me on the courses I needed to take, gave me advice on projects I should complete and regularly monitored my grades and my progress through school. She also bought me two very lovely prom dresses for the Junior and Senior proms. For the Junior Prom, my gown was a short sleeve, fitted bodice dress with a full skirt in gold satin. I even needed to wear a starched crinoline under the skirt of my gown to give it the required fullness. I also wore gold satin elbow length gloves to complete my look. Amber, my stylist since my first appointment, did my hair in a very soft style with the ends flipped out. I felt so totally feminine as I danced with my date, a shy boy from a nearby private boy's school. For my Senior Prom, I wore a chic sleeveless, black satin sheath with a draped neckline and black satin gloves. For this dance Amber did my hair in a very sophisticated up do. My date was the same boy I had dated for the Junior Prom. At both dances, I learned that the legs could get very sore when dancing backwards all evening while wearing four-inch heels.

During my senior year at The Girls' Academy, an event of great joy to me occurred. Since the evening of the dinner party, Mom and Dad had, cautiously at first, resumed their relationship. They continued to date (it's difficult to think of your parents as dating, especially when you are at the dating age yourself) throughout my years at The Girls' Academy. Just prior to Thanksgiving, Mom told me that they were getting married again, this time at Christmas. I hugged Mom from the happiness that I felt for her and Dad. She then asked me if I would stand up for her at the wedding. When I looked at her questioningly, she asked if I would be her Maid of Honor. I let out a squeal of joy and said that I would be happy to be her Maid of Honor. Of course, this meant that we HAD to go shopping for new dresses for the two of us.

As we shopped, I looked dreamily at the lovely wedding gowns that were on display. Mom said that it would be inappropriate for her to wear her wedding gown for the second ceremony. As she winked at me, she said she was saving her wedding gown so that her lovely daughter could wear it for her wedding. Naturally, I blushed as Mom said this but I smiled over her kind thoughts. Finally, after looking in several stores, Mom found a lovely ivory linen two-piece suit and a matching ivory satin blouse to wear as her wedding suit. Additionally, Mom would wear wrist-length white gloves. At the same time, we found a light green satin, full-skirted dress with long sleeves and a straight neckline. Both of us instantly loved it. , I would also wear short white gloves with my dress. We then found our headpieces. Since Mom couldn't easily wear a veil with her wedding suit, she selected a hair clip adorned with white satin roses. My headpiece was similar to Mom's and matched my dress.

The day of the wedding, Amber came to the house and did our hair and makeup. After Amber left, I helped Mom dress for the wedding. She was as nervous as a new bride. For some reason, she expected me to be the calming influence. I'm in my first wedding, serving as the Maid of Honor, and Mom expects me to be calm. However, as we left in the limo for the church, we were both remarkably calm. I held my bouquet, done in Christmas colors, as I walked down the aisle in front of Mom. There were only a few friends and co-workers invited to attend the ceremony as both Mom and Dad did not want a big wedding. I watched as Mom walked, or rather floated down the aisle, carrying her bouquet. Daddy smiled broadly as she neared the altar rail. I still remember hearing the minister asking Frank and Sharon to repeat their vows and then gave them a brief message about the importance of loving each other. He stressed the importance of working together rather than working against each other. In al, it was a very moving talk and Mom and Daddy seemed to take in every word while looking at each other.

At the reception, Mom merely presented me with her bridal bouquet, rather than having the typical tossing of the bouquet. While they were on their honeymoon, I stayed by myself, but I was far from idle. Mary had me continue working as an intern during my winter break. This kept me busy during the day and left me tired at night. Still, I was wearing pretty clothes to work and enjoying my newfound feminine presence.

From then on, we were a family again. At times, though, I know Daddy still had difficulty accepting me as his daughter. Mom, on the other hand was enjoying having a daughter, something she admitted that she had secretly desired for many years. It was so nice to see them back together again after their years of separation. Whether they realized it or not, they were meant to be together. Maybe the divorce was meant to strengthen their future relationship. They were, at times, like two newlyweds as they rediscovered each other.

I graduated from The Girls' Academy as the class valedictorian. This pleased my parents immensely. Wearing white four-inch heels, I walked across the stage in my white cap and gown, my Honor Society scarf around my neck to deliver the address and receive my diploma. Aunt Mary was beaming as she attended the graduation and offered her congratulations. She was also very instrumental in guiding me through the selection of a college and a course of study. My continuing internship proved to be a great benefit in my advanced courses. I graduated summa cum laude to the pleasure and delight of my parents and Aunt Mary. Upon graduation, I moved into the position of special assistant to the President and CEO. I also worked on my MBA at a nearby university.

In more ways than I realized, Aunt Mary was watching over me, not only in my education and work experience, but also in my social life. Shortly after graduation from college, she introduced me to a lovely young lady. Mary hinted rather broadly that Mandy had been informed of my secret and had accepted it without batting an eye. We started dating shortly thereafter and hit it off at once. Within a year, we had become engaged. We wore matching diamond engagement rings on the third finger of our left hands. I was thrilled each time I looked down at my hand and saw the ring that Mandy had given me as a sign of her love for me.

Mom planned a nice wedding and reception for us. She also helped me pick out my wedding trousseau. Mary gave us our honeymoon. I was able to wear Mom's wedding gown, a lovely satin and lace sheath with long sleeves and a full train. Mom almost cried the first time she saw me wear it. Of course, I wore white satin bridal lingerie under the gown. It was fitting that Mom was my Matron of Honor for helping to guide me in my emerging femininity. She wore a long gown in blue satin. As she helped me with my headpiece and veil, she smiled and said that I truly was the daughter she had always wanted. She said that I looked lovely in her gown and was glad that I would wear it for my wedding. Mom then lowered my fingertip blusher so that it properly covered my face. I was truly a blushing bride on this happy day. I smiled as I carried my bouquet down the aisle. As Daddy escorted me into the church and down the aisle, he told me I looked exactly like Mom did on their first wedding day. Mandy had entered the church before me. Her Maid of Honor was wearing the same style gown as Mom. Mandy wore a lovely, full-skirted gown with a starched crinoline underneath. As I approached her, I could see through my veil how lovely she looked in her gown and veil. When the minister pronounced us married, Mom lifted my veil while Mandy's Maid of Honor lifted hers. We then turned and engaged in our first kiss of married life. In the bridal suite later that evening, we wore matching white satin negligees. The nightgown was an ankle-length, form-fitting affair with spaghetti straps and lace all over. The peignoir was sheer white nylon with white satin at the neck and around the sleeves.

Life has been very good to me. Mary has been grooming me to succeed her as CEO. Just yesterday, she said that she plans to stay active in the company for three more years before she retires and becomes CEO Emeritus. She has also said that she will be watching how I perform and will offer advice when she feels it is needed. In addition, Mandy has presented me with a lovely daughter. Hopefully, we will have another one someday. Frank and Sharon have grown closer through the years, making up for the time they lost when they were divorced. I look back over the years and realize that had I not put on the act of becoming a girl to help Daddy out of a difficult situation, who knows what would have happened. As it as, though, all things that have happened have been for the best.

 

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