Tradeoffs

by Jennifer White

 

"Mark, did you do your chores?" yelled out my mom.

"Yes!!!!" I shot back.

 

She was always on my case to take out the trash, mow the lawn, or do something I didn't feel like doing. Even though I was sixteen now, she still wanted to order me around. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to move out and be on my own! I never had enough privacy. I couldn't even talk to my girlfriend on the phone without someone listening in. I was sick of it.

I went to the kitchen, and bagged up the smelly garbage. I hated doing my chores! I took it out back and threw the bag into the trash bin. Then I had to go and wash my hands. My mom was being picky about making everything look good, because we had company coming over. The Gardners.

 

Before I was born, my parents were friends with the Gardners. And as I grew up, our families always did things together. Their daughter Sarah was more like a cousin to me, than any of my *real* cousins. We always played together, ever since we were small. She was a real tomboy, and she could actually outplay me at any sport. I had sort of given up on trying to beat her; she was always better than I was at running, throwing, kicking or hitting.

She was blonde, with shoulder length hair. She was very pretty, but we were so close as friends that we never really had any romantic feelings towards each other. She was almost like a sister to me, so dating was out of the question. But we really enjoyed spending time together.

 

When the Gardners arrived, after we all said hello, Sarah and I went off to my room. I shut the door, put on a CD, and turned it up so we wouldn't be interrupted by any adults. We wanted to be alone!

 

"Arm wrestle?" she said.

"You know you'll beat me" I replied.

"Maybe I'll let you win" she said, with a mischievous smile on her face. I gave in, and sat down across from her. She locked her hand onto mine, and I started to push forward with all my might. She just smiled as she applied her arm to mine, and started to slowly force my arm back. When it got past the 2 O'clock position, I had no resistance left, and she easily pinned my arm onto the table. I sighed. I'd never beat her.

 

We talked for a while, catching up on everything. I was griping to her about how I was stuck doing all the awful chores.

 

"Boys have it easy" she said. "You may not like taking out the garbage, but try doing the dishes some time. Or dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning."

"Those are easy!" I said. "I'd rather do them."

"No you wouldn't. It takes what, five minutes to take out the trash? It takes hours to clean."

"I guess" I replied.

 

"And don't forget that it takes a lot more work for a girl to keep up her appearance. When I do housework, I always chip my nailpolish, then I need to do my nails again. Boys don't have that kind of problem. You've got it easy."

 

"Well what about dating? I have to do all the work there! I have to ask the girl out, make the plans, pay for everything, and hold the door open for her. I do all the work. All she has to do is to show up and look pretty."

"Do you have any idea how much work that is? If I have to do my hair and put on makeup, that can take almost an hour! Not to mention that boys can wear jeans and a shirt. I have so many options, and I have to pick out the right outfit. The girl has to do just as much work as the boy. And we have to fight off your advances."

"If we didn't make an advance, we'd never get anywhere" I countered. "Its a struggle just to get a kiss."

"If we didn't make it hard on you, then it wouldn't be as much fun when you did earn your kiss" replied Sarah.

 

"I don't know" I said. "I still say girls have it easier."

"Oh yeah? You should see this outfit my mom wants me to wear to a wedding we're attending next weekend. Its all frilly and fancy, and I'll feel like such a fool to be seen in public wearing it. Boys just put on a jacket, and you're all set. Me? I'm going to have to wear this frilly stuff, and it just isn't fair!"

 

"That's because you're a tomboy" I said. "Most girls like wearing girlie clothes."

"Well I don't. If I had my way, I'd attend wearing pants and a jacket too. I don't want to wear high heels! My feet will ache if I have to wear them! You get to wear your loafers. You're so lucky that you don't have to dress up like I do. Mom even made me wear a skirt today. I hate it! I want to be in jeans, like you."

"Even if you have to dress up, you've still got it easier" I said.

"Do not!" said Sarah.

"Do too!" I replied.

 

"You've got it easier" we both said at the same time, causing us to go into fits of laughter. But then something was wrong. I felt really dizzy, and I had a hard time breathing. I looked up helplessly at Sarah, and I was in for the shock of my life: instead of seeing her, I saw myself!

 

I looked at my hands, and I gasped. They weren't my hands. They were Sarah's.

 

 

I looked up again, and saw *me* sitting across from me. But I wasn't in my own body. I was in Sarah's. She must have been in my body, because she looked stunned too. She touched her hands to her face, then she spoke, with *my* voice.

 

"Mark?" she said.

"I'm in here. I mean, I'm you" I replied. As I spoke, it was Sarah's voice that I heard. I was in her body, and she was in mine! My hands seemed to move themselves to my chest, where I felt the large mounds of Sarah's breasts. I could feel the underwire of the bra she.... I mean *I*.... had on.

It was hard to get my mind to believe that. I was in Sarah's body. I had boobs. I was wearing a bra. That meant.....

 

I had to stifle a scream as I touched myself between my legs, and found that I had nothing there anymore. Nothing! I was a girl now!

 

"What's happened?" I asked.

"We seem to have switched" she replied.

"Then switch us back!" I said, as I felt myself on the verge of tears.

"I didn't do this to us!" she said.

 

I stood up, and felt the tight skirt wrapped around me. I stared at the legs poking out below it, smooth and muscular. Sarah's legs. The shoes on my feet had a pointy toe. There red polish on my nails! I felt long hair lightly touching my neck and my cheeks. I brushed it aside with my hand.

 

"Wow" said Sarah. "Now I understand."

"What?" I asked.

"I'm looking at you, right? I'm seeing myself from your point of view. I've seen *my* body every day for all my life. But now that I'm in your body. I see me, and look what happens."

"What?" I said again.

"This!" said Sarah, pointing down between her legs. I could see it. I had dressed in loose fitting athletic shorts. Now she was in my body, and she had just gotten a hard-on from looking at me. There was a definite 'tent pole' effect going on in her shorts. It made me feel sick to my stomach to see it.

 

"I've only been a boy for two minutes, and already I've had my first hard-on. Just from looking at you touching your boobs! No wonder boys were always after me so much. It doesn't take much to turn this body on! How about you Mark? Are you all aroused from seeing me get an erection?"

"No!!!!!!!" I said. "That's gross!"

"Now you'll understand why girls don't just jump you. You have to excite a girl's mind before she wants you. It takes more than just looks. Unless you look like George Clooney."

"I don't care what any guy looks like" I replied. "I'm *not* going to be turned on by any of them!"

 

I stared at my real body, which Sarah was inside of now. I looked so puny and so wimpy. What girl would ever like me anyway? It was so strange seeing myself from the outside like this.

 

"Arm wrestle you?" I said.

"What? At a time like this?"

"Just for once, I'd like to win" I said.

"Deal" she replied.

 

We got in position, and went at it again. Even though I was in her female body, her arms were much stronger than mine. And so I was able to beat my *real* self, without that much effort.

 

"I didn't even have to try very hard" I said out loud, amazed.

"I always tried to let you feel like you had a chance" she replied.

"I didn't know I was *that* wimpy" I said.

"I'm afraid so" she answered.

 

"Okay" I said. "Enough fun. Now lets figure out how we get back to being ourselves. What were we doing when it happened?"

"We were talking about who has it easier, boys or girls."

"Right" I said. "Lets try that."

"Which side should we take?"

"Well, I was saying girls have it easier, and I became one. So I guess I'll argue for the boy's side now."

"Okay, lets go" she said.

 

We went back and forth for ten minutes, but nothing happened. We even tried to say something at the same time, but that didn't have any effect on us either.

 

"You know, my cousins are coming over, and mom is going to want to serve lunch soon" I said.

"I know" she replied.

"We need to think of something fast, or we'll have to stay like this."

"Maybe its a curse that takes a day to pass?" she offered.

"So I'm stuck as a girl for a whole day?" I said.

"Hey, you make it sound like its yucky to be me!"

"That's not what I mean. Okay, lets say we're stuck as each other for a day. What are we going to do?"

"Do what we normally would" she said. "Just act like me, and I'll act like you. If we're careful, nobody will notice, then hopefully we'll switch back."

"Sounds good" I said.

 

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

 

"Mark, Sarah, time for lunch. And will you turn that music down? You're disturbing the company."

 

I was about to say "Mom!!!!!!!!!" in protest, but I had to hold my tongue. I was Sarah, at least for the time being.

 

"Is there anything I can do to help with lunch?" said Sarah.

"Why Mark, how thoughtful of you to ask" said my mom. "I guess hanging out with Sarah is rubbing off on you."

 

I shot her a dirty look. I didn't need her to do *that* to me!

 

But now came a big problem. As I walked out the door, I realized that I needed to go pee. And I was still in Sarah's body! It was so scared as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door! I caught a glimpse of Sarah in the mirror. It was so hard to believe that it was my image now. I touched my face, as Sarah-in-the-mirror touched 'hers'. I was her now.

 

I walked over to the toilet, and pulled the seat up. Out of habit I guess. How stupid. I couldn't pee standing up anymore. Now in *her* body. I pulled the seat back down. I pulled my skirt up, then reached down to pull my panties down to my ankles. I sat down, and started to go.

It seemed to come out in a faster stream that I was used to. When I was done, I would normally reach down and flick off any remaining drops. But I couldn't do that now! I felt kind of wet down there, so I was going to need to wipe off. Now I sort of froze for a moment. I was going to have to touch *it*.

 

Ever since I became sexually aware, I had longed to be with a girl. I dreamed of girls all the time. I dreamed of exploring a pussy, touching it, tasting it, and then putting myself into it, deeper and deeper, until I finally came inside of her. But now, the very thing I had obsessed over was on *me*. *I* had a pussy between my legs. And I was terrified to touch it and wipe it off. I almost winced as I did it.

I stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see the tuft of neatly trimmed hair, and below it, the soft pink lips of Sarah's labia. Mine now. My heart pounded. I wanted to be *with* the image I saw in the mirror. I didn't want to *be* her! I had become Sarah somehow, and I was getting more scared by the moment. How was I going to go out and have a meal with everyone, as a girl?

I pulled my panties up, pulled my skirt down, washed my hands, and checked to see if my hair was all in place. I felt all frazzled, but I looked flawless. I was Sarah, and she rocked. Why did I have to be trapped in her body? As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I also realized something: with the short skirt I had on, if I sat wrong, someone could get a look up it, and be able to see the pink panties I was wearing. I'd even have to be careful how I sat!

 

I had never seen Sarah dressed up in a skirt before. Normally, she dressed like a boy, ready to play sports. In the more feminine attire she had worn this day, she looked so attractive that I might have forgotten my inhibitions, and started to feel something for her. I wanted her. But now, I was her!

I walked out of the bathroom, and it felt so weird to have the insides of my arms brushing against the large boobs that were on my chest! The way my skirt moved as I walked was strange; my narrow waist, my long smooth legs... every sensation was foreign to me. And most of all, I couldn't help but notice the lack of any, um, 'equipment' down there between my legs. How could I be a girl? I felt so awful.

I sat down at the table, but my mom didn't seem to like that.

 

"Sarah, that's Mark's spot" she corrected. "You can sit over there."

 

It was just one more reminder that I was going to have to be very careful. I wasn't Mark now, at least as far as they were concerned. I'd have to be sure I didn't give away my situation by doing something obvious like that again. As they passed the serving plates around the table, I took care to only dish out a small portion for myself; I couldn't even eat like a boy, or I might get caught. I took small dainty bites, like the other girls at the table were doing.

Sarah on the other hand seemed to delight in being able to act like a boy. She was in my body, taking huge gulps of food, and eating a huge plateful. I was almost paralyzed with fear; she seemed to be having fun. I hated being a girl, she acted as if she was born to be a boy.

I guess that she had always been cut out to be a boy. She played sports. She was competitive, strong, and strong willed. She didn't like dressing up in pretty things, and she didn't act like the other girls did. No, I guessed that she had always been more of a boy than even I was. So I guessed that it was natural for her to be enjoying the fact that we had swapped bodies. But that didn't mean that I had to like it!

 

When we were done eating, the boys all ran out the door to play ball. Sarah shrugged her shoulders at me, and took off with them. Although I wasn't very good at sports (at least not as good as *she* was), I wanted to go out and join them. But it would be impossible to play wearing a skirt like I had on, not to mention the shoes with they pointy toes.

That and the fact that as I tried to walk towards my bedroom, Sarah's mom grabbed me.

 

"And where do you think *you're* going, young lady?" she asked. "Get back in there and clean up the dishes."

"Sorry" I said. "Mom", I added quickly, so she wouldn't suspect.

 

 

I could see the boys in the back yard, as I scrapped off the plates, and started to wash them. They were running and playing. I could see Sarah in *my* body, getting dirty, having fun, yelling and laughing. And here I was, doing the stupid dishes! Just because I was a girl now, they wanted me to do women's work! That hardly seemed fair.

And when I was done with the dishes, I had to help put away the leftovers, wipe down the counter, shake off the tablecloth, then replace it on the table. I thought the worst might be over, but I was very wrong; now I had to go sit with my mom, Sarah's mom, my aunt and two female cousins. It was time for girl talk.

 

We all sat around, sipping tea or coffee. I watched how they crossed their legs, and did mine the same way. Sarah sure had wider hips that I did. I didn't think I could cross *my* legs like I was doing with hers. I crossed them at the top with the knees together, then held my lower legs together, like the other girls were doing. I kept pulling down my skirt, afraid that it was too short.

 

"You're always tugging on your skirt" said Sarah's mom. "I told you it was too short."

"You're the one who made me come dressed in a skirt, instead of blue jeans like I wanted" I shot back. Based on what Sarah had told me, that seemed to be a good thing to say. They wouldn't suspect that I was really Mark!

 

"Sarah!" said her mom, sounding offended. "I won't put up with sass from you like that, not in front of everyone like this!"

"I'm sorry" I said sheepishly. Maybe I should have held my tongue? I felt so confused as it is. I didn't know what to say in an all-girl conversation!

 

"Honey, I brought your new outfit with me, so you could show everyone. Why don't you go and put it on now, so you can model for us?"

"Mom!" I said, in protest.

"Sarah...." she said, raising her tone of voice in that motherly veiled threat way of talking. In other words, I knew that I had to do it. I didn't know if Sarah would have put up that much of a fight, but I had failed in my previous attempt to argue. So I caved in, and went to the car to pick up the outfit on the hanger.

 

I went into the bathroom to change. I unzipped the bag, and I was aghast as I saw the outfit. It was all white and pink, with frilly lace and stuff. There was a blouse with frilly ruffles down the front, and on the cuffs of the long sleeves. The trim and the collar were all lace. Then there was a pink skirt, with these three tiers, so it looked like a short skirt over a longer one, over an even longer one than that. The bottom edge was scalloped lace. There was also a pair of pink shoes, with these flower-like things on the toes, and a moderate heel.

 

I was supposed to wear *that*?

 

And to let people see me?

 

 

I felt *so* embarrassed as I started to take off the clothes I had on, so I could try on the new outfit. I pulled on the skirt, which came down to below my knees. Somehow, it felt even more feminine and intimidating than the short one I had been wearing. Then I pulled on the blouse. I felt almost humiliated to have all the ruffles and lace. I felt like I was going to cry.

 

"Sarah, are you okay in there? What's taking so long?" said her mother.

"I'm coming out!" I replied, as I stepped into the shoes, and opening the door.

 

Sarah's mother looked like she was going to cry.

 

"My little girl! You're becoming a *woman*."

 

She gave me a hug. Now *I* felt like crying! I didn't want to be a girl, and I sure didn't want to be a woman!

 

"Let me fix up your face a bit" she offered, opening up her purse. She put some lipstick on me, and some stuff on my eyelashes. Then she patted some red powder stuff on my cheeks.

 

"Now lets show you off, and take some pictures" she said, leading me by the hand back to the livingroom. I felt completely helpless as she made me stand in front of everyone. They all smiled, and told me how pretty I looked.

 

"You always dressed like a boy" said *my* mom. "But today, for the first time, I can see that you *are* a girl."

 

I just wanted to die! I had to get away from these women! I was so happy when I looked up to see Sarah enter the room. Of course, everyone thought she was me. From the look on her face, I guessed that I had really messed up. Her draw was dropped open. She shot me an angry glance, and I hurried with her down the hall, up the steps, and into my room.

 

"You put on makeup?" she demanded.

 

She sounded like she was accusing me of cutting off her left hand or something.

 

"Your mom did that to me, after she made me dress up in this."

 

"I can't believe you did this to me!" she said, angrily. "You know I would never have allowed her to get me into that outfit! But you just caved in, and did what she wanted. Now she'll *expect* for me to wear it again. I've been careful to take care of *you*, and what did you do in return for me?"

 

"I'm so sorry" I said, as the tears started to flow down my eyes. "I don't know how to be a girl! I didn't mean to let her do this to me! Do you think that I like wearing this? I want to be a boy again. I wish we could change back!"

"Go wash your face and get that junk off it" she ordered. "Then put on some decent clothes. Do you have anything you've outgrown that might fit me?"

 

I nodded weakly.

 

"Then put it on. I'll have to deal with my mom once we switch back. Now just try not to do any more damage while you're me, okay?"

"Okay" I said, as I started to dig through my dresser drawer.

 

Sarah got up to leave.

 

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Seeing you all dolled up got me all hard" she said. "I'm going to the bathroom, so I can feel like what its like for a guy when he comes."

"Sarah!" I said.

"What? Guys jerk off all the time, don't they?"

"Yes, but you're in *my* body!"

"If you can do *that* to me, I can do *this* to you."

 

I couldn't argue with her. I let her go, as I pulled out an old pair of shorts that were too tight for me, and a shirt that was getting to be tight fitting too. I waited for her to leave the bathroom, so I could get in there and wash my face, and get the awful makeup off of it.

Finally the door opened.

 

"Hey Sarah" she said.

 

How smart she was. If anyone saw us, they wouldn't suspect that we had switched.

 

"Hey" I said back, as I entered the bathroom. I washed my face, and got all the makeup off, although it took rubbing alcohol and cotton balls to get the gunk off my eyelashes. And no matter how much I scrubbed, I still didn't feel clean. It was like I just couldn't get rid of it all.

I took off the awful clothes, and put on the shorts and shirt. Looking in the mirror, I still looked like a girl of course. The shirt couldn't hide the fact that I had big boobs. And the shorts just made my legs look sexy. I shook my head, and walked back into my room. Sarah was there, reading a book. I closed the door so we could safely talk.

 

"What's up, Sarah?" she said.

"I feel better now that I'm out of those clothes" I replied.

"I don't know. You looked pretty hot in them" she said.

"I'm not cut out to be a frilly girlie-girl" I said.

"Yup. You're a tomboy all the way" said Sarah.

 

I didn't like being called a tomboy! I was a real boy, after all!

 

"I can't wait until we switch back" I said.

"Switch back? You mean returning my clothes?"

 

I stared at her. What was wrong? Why was she talking like that?

 

"No!" I said, angrily. "Switch back from this morning!"

 

"Geez, don't bite my head off" she said, not even looking up from the book she had. "It sounds like someone is on the rag today. Sometimes I think I'll never understand you girls."

 

"This isn't funny!" I said. Why was she acting like she didn't know what was going on?

 

"What isn't funny?" she said, acting all innocent.

 

"You acting like you forgot!" I said.

"What did I forget?" she replied.

 

She sounded so honest. There was no mocking in her voice. All of the color drained from my face.

 

"Don't you remember what happened this morning?" I asked.

 

"You came over. We talked. We ate. I played ball, while you did... whatever girls do when the guys are busy."

 

"So you don't remember switching?" I said.

"Switching what?" she replied.

 

 

I had to sit down. She had forgotten! She wasn't just acting; she had truly forgotten that we had switched bodies this morning.

 

"Listen Sarah, there's something I wanted to talk to you about" she said.

"What?" I asked.

"First off all, sorry I just teased you about being 'on the rag'. Boys tease each other, and sometimes I forget that you're a girl. When I saw you today in that skirt, and then all dressed up fancy, wearing makeup like that, I realized something. I love you. We've been best friends for a long time, but now its something more than that. I want you. I need you. I love you. Will you be mine? I want for us to start dating."

 

 

It was almost what I was going to ask her. But she was so much more aggressive than I could have ever been. She really *was* cut out to be a boy. She was staring at the boobs on my chest. She reached down, and put her hand on one of them. She leaned forward, and gave me a kiss. I was too much in shock to pull away.

 

A knock on the door saved me.

 

"Sarah, we need to go!" said her mom.

"Coming mom!" I replied, as I stood up. Partly to go, and partly to pull away from Sarah, or whoever she was now in my former body.

 

"Remember, you're my girlfriend now" she said.

 

I ran out the door, not wanting to think about the fact that I had a boyfriend (even it was one dwelling in my former body!). But this could be cool; when we switched back, we'd be boyfriend and girlfriend already. She just did the hard part for me. My spirits lifted as I went downstairs.

Of course, Sarah's mom was all upset that I had dressed up in boy's clothes again, and that I had only hung my fancy outfit on the back of the door, instead of hanging it properly on the hanger.

 

"Do you want to get it all wrinkled?" she demanded.

"Mom, I'm never wearing that thing again" I replied.

 

She shot me a dirty look. She dragged me off to the car, and she was clearly mad. She read me the riot act as we drove home. She went on and on about all that she did for me, and how I'd never have a boyfriend if I wasn't going to act like a girl.

 

"But mom, I do have a boyfriend" I said.

"And just who is that?" she demanded.

"Mark" I said.

 

I could see the anger flash in her eyes. Clearly, she had someone else in mind.

 

"We kissed" I said. "He's my boyfriend. I love him."

 

Of course I didn't but once we switched back....

 

 

* * *

 

That night I slept in Sarah's bed. I had uncomfortable dreams all night long. It was the weekend, so I slept in late. I got up, and watched the clock. In just a few minutes it would be a full day since I had switched bodies with Sarah. I called my house, and asked for Mark (which felt weird!).

I talked to him, as if I was his girlfriend and he was my boyfriend. Just a few moments, until we swapped back. I could wait. Right at the moment that would be 24 hours exactly, 'he' started to say the words "I love you". I said them at the exact same time, knowing that it would be the trigger that would set things right again.

 

"I've got to go" he said. "Bye now."

 

 

I hung up the phone. I was still Sarah. Oh no! We didn't switch back.

 

 

For the first time, I considered the possibility that this wasn't temporary. What if it was *permanent*? I shuddered. I'd have to live out all of my life as a *girl*! I was in a daze. I had to do something, but what?

 

My mind flashed back to when Sarah started acting like she had forgotten we had switched. It was.... right after she went into the bathroom, where she was going to jerk off. That made me think; what would happen if *I* did that? Maybe I was stuck as her until I made myself come too.

 

I rummaged through her drawers, until I found it. A pink thing, shaped just like a penis. I gasped. It looked so big. I got back in bed, under the covers, and pulled off my panties. I spread my legs wide, and I tried to work the pink dld into my pussy. But I was dry, and it wasn't going in well.

So I tried to imagine something that would get a woman exited. I imagined that I was with a handsome man, and that he was telling me how much he loved me. I felt myself getting wet down there. To make it easier, I imagined that it was Sarah in my former body that was telling me the words.

Now the dld slipped in easily. How wonderful it felt! I started to build up a rhythm, as I pushed it in and pulled it out. As the widest part pulled out, it made contact with my clit. Applying just the right pressure felt *so* good! I kept pulling it in and out with my right hand, while my left hand explored my boobs.

"I love you Mark" said my voice, as the edge of tension I felt melted away into the swirl of a female orgasm. My mind was filled with visions of skirts, shoes, makeup, stockings, long hair, bras, and more. And I realized that I loved it all! I wasn't just a girl; I was a girlie-girl. I *wanted* to wear skirts and look sexy. I *wanted* to wear makeup, so I'd look good for my boyfriend.

Ever since I was a young girl, I had resisted being feminine, but now I realized that I *was* a girl, and I *should* be feminine. I imagined myself in a long white wedding dress, with Mark standing there looking handsome in his tuxedo. I wanted to be his wife. Some day, I'd have his babies.

 

 

After I caught my breath, I went to my closet, and threw all of my old "tomboy clothes" into a pile. I'd give them to the poor. I put on the new pretty outfit that mommy had bought me, and I put it on. I brushed my hair, and then I opened up the makeup kit on my dresser. I don't know why I had never used it before; I had to break the seal on things, since they were unused. Mommy had been so thoughtful to buy it for me, and I had never even used it before.

I put on my makeup, but I wasn't very good at it. But it was a start. I went downstairs, and found mommy drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

 

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yes Sarah?" she replied. She had surprise in her eyes, seeing me in my new outfit.

"Will you teach me how to put on makeup? I want to look pretty for Mark when I wear this."

 

Mommy started to cry. She was so happy! She got up and gave me a big hug.

"My little girl!" she said.

 

"Yes" I replied. "I am your little girl. But I want you to help me learn how to become a young *woman*."

 

Mommy cried. I had never been so happy in all my life.

  

  

  

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