Homecoming Princess (Revised) Princess Found   Part 8 By Arecee   Edited and proofed by Sephrena Lynn Miller

 
“I’m sure Miss Benson put no pressure on you to cover her butt either to keep up this charade?” Mom spat.

“Really Mom!” I pleaded. “I chose this.”

“Lynn, I’m so angry right now, please, don’t say another word! You and Mindy could have ended this before things went beyond crazy. All you had to do was tell the truth, and Miss Benson should have accepted that she was part of a cruel hoax. That should have been the end of it.”

“Please don’t be angry, Mom! I really don’t mind being a girl."

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I really don’t quite know how to start this next chapter of my life? What had been a magical journey had now turned into the worst nightmare a girl could ever experience: being accused of murder! How in the world could this could have ever happened?

*shaking my head*

I guess that it began from the first time that I put lipstick on my lips. My fate was sealed from that very moment. I guess you are wondering how something so innocent could lead to such a personal destruction? I’m still wondering that myself. So, I’ll continue where my Mother, much to her shock, found me, her son, dressed as a Homecoming Princess.

I had stupidly fallen asleep after I had been brought home by my date - no, he wasn’t really my date - but the King, and he happened to have a driver’s license and a car. Wait a minute! Now that sounded really stupid! Omigosh! He wasn’t a real King, but the Homecoming King, and never mind that I kissed him goodnight, or that I even had unwisely started to fall in love with him. None of that is important now. But I had feelings and Jason definitely knew how to evoke them out of me. If it weren’t for his warm, gentle, all consuming kisses (Mmmmm!) my mother would never have found me dressed the way that I was, and I might still be a miserable boy here trying to relate to you a different life that I had led.

Well... I did fall asleep. And yes! I got caught!

I remember that night vividly, like it was yesterday.
 

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I was frozen like a deer in a car’s headlight! My Mother’s eyes! Fudge! Fudge! Fudge! She was more than upset! This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be! I was still her son as far as she was concerned and I was dressed to the nines in a dress that Mindy and me had bought for the pageant and made-up like a girl twice my age. My stomach was sick and queasy while tears streamed down my face. I shaking like a leaf!

“M-mm-mommy…” I let quietly escape from my ‘oh so sexy, red lips.’ I was beyond scared! I started to push back against the armrest of the couch trying to scoot up it. Thoughts of how I could run and get away were now crossing my mind.

I was still being met by the icily cold stare of my Mother’s eyes.

The look of disgust on her face was telling me all that I needed to know about what she thought of me! I think that I was hurting more than I would have if she would have just said something to me, anything! no matter how bad it might have been! At least then I would know my fate!

Still… silence.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore! I started hiccupping and sobbing. I covered my face in shame and curled up, dissolving into a quivering mass of tears.
 

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Much to my surprise, I felt my Mother sit down next to me on the sofa and put her arms around me. She pulled me in tight to her breast and let me cry it all out.

“Shh, baby, it’s all right. Don’t cry anymore,” my mom comforted me. “It’s ok hon. I’m not mad at you.”

I don’t know how she did it, but my Mother’s hug and reassurance had a calming effect on me. A few minutes later, she gently pulled down one of my hands that I had pushed up against my eyes, covering them, away, and she looked down at me into my teary-eyed vision.

I was still letting water come out as I looked up at her from lying against her chest up into her smile.“I-Im so-so… asha-am-med! I-I let yy-you d-down.”

Mom pulled back from me and finally looked me over. You know the look - the “what in the hell have you done to yourself?” look. When she first saw me she had to wake me up from a very deep sleep and then, well… you all you know what broke loose. My Mother only had a glimpse of me before I collapsed upon her shoulder. Now she just staring at me with a sense of wonderment. A small smile pursed her lips before she took a a couple of Kleenex tissues and started to wipe my face.

“Your makeup’s run sweetheart,” she said, as she was gently wiping under my eyes.

How much worse could things get? It was bad enough that I was actually caught by my mother, but now, my makeup was ruined! I’m sure I looked like a raccoon by now! I think that’s what that animal with the black patched eyes is called. I felt my chin quivering and my eyes tried to fill with tears once more.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, we’ve all gone through the same thing,” Mom sort of laughed as she was still dabbing away at my tears.

Then I said the dumbest thing possible, for a boy that is.

“But Mom!” I whined, “My makeup! It’s ruined!”

“Sweety, that can always be repaired,” she softly spoke.

“I guess…” I breathed back out. I looked back into her eyes.

“Will you help me Mom? With the makeup?” I asked her, not realizing the impact of such a question.

“Of course I will honey, but I think we have a lot of other things to talk about before I fix your makeup,” she answered.

Then, with an air of disbelief she continued, “I’ll give you this though, you sure fooled me when I walked in! I thought that you were your girlfriend for the Homecoming Dance.”

Yeah. I can see why too.

I took the tissue from her and finished wiping at my eyes. Her smile turned to a more quizzical look of concern.

“I’m going to put on a pot of water and I’ll make some tea for us, ok Sweety? You should change out of that beautiful dress before it gets ruined. Come back to the kitchen when you’re done and you have a lot to tell your Mother.”

Ummmm, yeah. I know Mom. I’m a failure.

Mom hugged me to her once again and helped me up from the couch.

From the expression on her face, I could sort of feel that she was hugging her child, not the new daughter she had unexpectedly discovered. Was she still really disappointed with me? I had a lot to think about too it seems.

I walked down the hallway to my room. I didn’t see the expression on my Mother’s face behind me as she watched me walk.

I closed the door, not wanting Mom to watch me as I changed. I don’t know why I felt that need for privacy like that still. I guess it was out of habit? I mean, I am a girl. And Mom is one too, sort of… just older. Wait. Im still physically a boy. We are not supposed to see each other. Geez!

I sat on the side of my bed and finally managed to undo the heel buckles that had caused me so much trouble before. It’s all in how you wedge the tip of your nail under the strap. I didn’t even chip a nail! I then removed my dress and hung it on a hangar in my closet, smoothing it down so that it hung freely with nothing touching it on either side. Mindy’s slip came off next and I hung that up as well. The pantyhose was last, but the rest stayed on.

I put on one of my boy’s white T-shirts and my dark blue stretchy jogging shorts.

I looked in the mirror and saw a grungy girl looking back. My makeup was still smudged, but for some reason, my T-shirt bothered me more than my ruined makeup. I remembered seeing girls with shirts like mine on before. They had tied the bottom tight under their breasts, exposing their tummies. I felt the need to do the same, so I could be just like them. And guess what? It did look better!

I went to see my Mom.
 

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Mom’s eyebrows lifted when she saw me enter the kitchen. She was looking at what I had done with my shirt, but didn’t say anything. I just knew she wasn’t pleased because she didn’t smile. I guess I really couldn’t blame her. I was supposed to be her son. Now, I had breasts and was dressed like a girl in boy’s clothes. All tying the shirt did was emphasize the breasts that I don’t think she had noticed on me when I had the dress on before.

“Hi, Mom,” I timidly said.

I could tell mom was biting her tongue, not wanting to say something she might regret later.

“Here’s your tea Sweety,” she said, as she placed the steaming mug on the table in front of me. “Now would you please explain to me what happened here tonight?”

Oh gosh! Where do I really start? This was one heck of a mess and I was desperately trying to think of just how much I should say.

“Do you mean like you found me dressed like a girl?” I asked innocently.

The lights in the kitchen were dimmed slightly but it didn’t conceal my mother’s face turning red and the rage I could see churning beneath.

“Don’t be coy with me Lynn Collins! You know darn well what I mean. And it’s not just finding you dressed like a girl, a very beautiful girl I might add. I want to know what in the heck is going on! And I want everything, from start to finish!” Mom emphasized loudly. Her whole demeanor had changed and it wasn’t from nice to nicer.

“I want to know where my sweet little boy has gone.”

Mom loved me to pieces, and would kill anyone that threatened her child. But when she asked to be told something, I had better not try to evade what she was asking! Besides, how much worse could it get anyways? She has already met her daughter and seemed shocked, but she didn’t go ballistic - yet.

“Mother,” I stated, rather defeatedly, with my eyes looking down at the kitchen tabletop. “It all started out as a prank. It’s just that it... kinda went bad.”

My Mother raised her eyebrow again. “What kind of prank would have you dressed like the girl I saw when I got home this evening?”

“It was something Mindy and I did to fool the students at school, that’s all.”

“What do you mean - that’s all? Lynn, I want everything, and I want it now.”

I wanted to evade telling Mom everything that had happened with our stunt and all I was doing was pissing her off more than if I would just tell her the truth. I gave in. I had to tell her.

“Yes Mom. Mindy thought it would be funny if she entered me in the Homecoming pageant. She promised me that I wouldn’t win. Ashley had enough freshman votes to win our class.”

“Why would she enter you in that in the first place?”

“It was all because of a misunderstanding in Mr. Copeland’s class.”

“What’s Mr. Copeland got to do with this?”

“He thinks that I’m a girl.”

“I can see why,” Mom said with a frown.

“It’s not like that Mom! When I was transferred to his class, I had an accident and my rubber band broke that held my ponytail. He called me Miss Collins from that point on and Mindy thought it would be funny for him to make the same mistake every day. So we started taking my hair out of my ponytail look and fixing it differently every day to get a laugh from the class at how he reacted towards me.”

“I still don’t understand what that has to do with the way you look now?”

“Like I said, Mindy thought it would be funny for everyone to vote for me as the Homecoming Princess. After Ashley won, we’d let them know they were voting for a boy, and that was how it was supposed to be. Mindy didn’t know that the entire school voted for each class nominee. Ashley would have won except, well, I’m prettier than she is… and… I won.”

“You’re the Homecoming Princess?” Mom questioned me with a smirk. I could see her smiling rather proudly at that. But why would she find it so funny?

“Yes Mother. I’m very sorry.”

Mom stared at me and I could swear her eyes were searching me for something!

“Sorry just doesn’t cut it Lynn.” Mom said. “I look at you and all I see and feel is a girl.”

Her eyes were watering now. I felt like crap!

“Mom. I’m still a boy.” I quietly mentioned.

Mom just shook her head slowly and gave me the saddest look.

“From the look of things, I’m willing to believe that you are pretty much a girl already… aren’t you? “

I couldn’t bear looking at her upon hearing that. I lay my head back down on my arms. She was right. I did not really want to deny it.

“Where it counts, Lynn, is inside of you. I can see now that you are really not my son anymore. You have completely changed.”

Mom paused for a moment and then pulled some of my hair back from covering my face and stroked the side of my head. I take it she was admiring her daughter, but I just lay there and played scenes throughout my mind of everything I had gone through the past two weeks.

“A boy wouldn’t have tied his shirt under his breasts dear. Only a girl does that, and I know I never taught you that.” Mom continued. “Why didn’t you just tell the school that the whole affair was a prank and be done with it?” she asked, her tears drying.

I rolled my head back over on my arms to face her. “Miss Benson was so upset at the fraud me and Mindy committed, she told us that the organizations that donate to the school had already received my picture and wanted me to appear at the Homecoming functions for publicity shots and such for their donations to our school funding. If I backed out, she said they would most likely be upset and cut the funding.”

“Who’s Miss Benson?”

“She’s our school Principal.”

“Did she make you dress like this?” Mom’s voice rose again.

I sighed. “No Mother. She did not. I chose to do it. I could have said no. But I wouldn’t. She said I could admit to it and she would deal with the consequences… as well as me. But I couldn’t do that to her! So she said I had to become as much a girl as possible for the event. I didn’t want to embarrass the entire school.”

“Well,” Mom started, trying to find a reason, “Why didn’t you just choose to admit to the prank?”

“Because Mom, I was scared! She said that we had committed fraud, and I didn’t know what would happen to us or the school. She said that we had better think of something and Mindy suggested that I become a girl for the Homecoming. Miss Benson agreed to let me do it after we talked to her about it.”

“She agreed? Does she know what kind of damage she has already done to you?” Mom was almost shouting now.

Damage? What damage? I haven’t been hurt.

“Mother! I’m fine. I am not damaged.”

“You’re fine? You’re saying that? You’re sitting right in front of me with breasts, which I haven’t even addressed yet, and you tell me that you’re fine?” Mom shouted.

“Really Mom.” I groveled. “I wanted to do this.”

She was really mad now!

“I’ll be the one to decide that!”

Mom stewed on that thought for a minute while her eyes scoured my entire form.

“Your eyebrows certainly didn’t grow that way naturally,” Mom noticed while her fingers on her left hand tapped the side of her cheek.

I sat up and straightened myself.

“Um, well… we kind of went to a salon this morning for the makeovers for each girl, and they kinda shaped them for me.”

“I can see that.”

Mom was intensely thinking.

“Ok Sweety, let’s just cut to the chase. How many people know that you’re a boy?”

“Only Mindy and Miss Benson and you. The entire rest of the school has never really been sure about my sexuality, although everyone thinks I’m a girl now.”

“What about your water-polo team?”

Oh gosh!

“I got kicked off. The coach thought I was a girl and was swimming without a top on. He was going to lose his job if he had not covered for me by circulating a report stating that it had been a prank by someone from another school trying to get me in trouble. One guy on the team asked me why I didn’t swim with the girls after I won the Homecoming Princess contest.”

Mom just shook her head. This was so ridiculous to her it sounded like some B-rated comedy. But it was real life — and it was my life! It happened! I could tell she wanted to go off on me, but she didn’t. She just looked sick. To this day I still don’t understand why she didn’t scream at me.

Maybe if I become a parent, I’ll understand?

“Ok. How long have you been doing this Lynn?” she asked in a more remorseful tone.

“For almost two weeks,” I answered truthfully.

“So, this was the important project you and Mindy were working on?” she stated

“Yes. This was the whole thing.”

“Is there anything else that I should know about?”

“Umm, yes Ma’am. You kind of need to meet with Miss Benson on Monday about this whole affair. And…” I more quietly added, “I kind of have to attend school as a girl at least until Christmas Break. At that point, she could arrange a school transfer for me to another school if I wanted to go back to being a boy.”

This was going to push her over the top.

Yep! I was right! If steam could really come out of people’s ears like in cartoons, I’d have third degree burns twice over already!

“Yyy-you have to do what?” Mom almost screeched.

“I have to attend school as a girl.”

“Starting when?” she asked, through gritted teeth again.

Mom grabbed a cookie from the plate she had so thoughtfully placed on the table in between us, and bit down hard on it — really hard! I wondered if Ozzie Osborne’s bat felt the same way as that unfortunate cookie after that chunk was bitten off! It must have been similar to the cookie when it shattered all over the table.

“Since this Wednesday,” I responded, my eyes filling with tears as the shame of lying to my mother hit me.

“I’m sure Miss Benson put no pressure on you to cover her butt either to keep up this charade?” Mom spat.

“Really Mom!” I pleaded. “I chose this.”

“Lynn, I’m so angry right now, please, don’t say another word! You and Mindy could have ended this before things went beyond crazy. All you had to do was tell the truth, and Miss Benson should have accepted that she was part of a cruel hoax. That should have been the end of it.”

“Please don’t be angry, Mom! I really don’t mind being a girl."

Mom stared at the cookie and then back at me.

She then swept the broken cookie into her hand and placed the crumbs on the plate. Then she looked at me again. She had a sad expression on her face. As she stared though, she seemed to soften her anger and her sadness. She didn’t say anything to me for several minutes, until a slight smile crossed her lips.

“So, you won the Homecoming Princess title. I suppose there could be worse things in life than having your daughter be a Princess.”

“Then you’re not mad at me Mother?” I asked.

“Oh I wouldn’t go so far as to say that but, well… never mind. Ok Lynn, tell me about your reign as Princess,” Mom asked with a smile.

“Mom, we had so much fun! I rode around the field in the back of a convertible with my Prince and then we went to the dance afterward. It was magical!” I gushed.

Mom was finally smiling at me for real! It wasn’t one of those wide mouth, tooth-baring ones, but she meant it.

“What about the dance?”

“It was like a royal ball! I danced all night... and with many different boys. But the one that danced with me the most was Jason.”

Up went the eyebrows again.

“And who’s Jason?”

“He’s the King of the court. And… I think he likes me,” I blushed.

Mom rolled her eyes.

“Lynn! What are you thinking of? You are only 14 and not even a girl yet! Ok, not physically one yet. But yes, you are a girl. You should know better than to make your situation worse by getting involved with boys yet and we haven’t even gone over whether you should be a girl or not! You know my rule on dating too. Same thing applies to you whether you are a boy or girl.”

I meekly smiled. “I know Mother. I reminded Jason of that tonight and he respected it.”

“Where was Mindy when all of this took place?”

“They had to take her to the hospital.”

I freaked!

“Oh my God Mom! Mindy! I have to call her mother to find out what happened!”

“Not this time of night! It can wait until in the morning. How did you get home then?”

I really wanted know what happened to her - right now! *sigh* I'll have to wait...

“Jason brought me.”

“I’m going to want to know more about this Jason later, but where do we go from here now Lynn? Are you done with this nonsense?”

“It’s not nonsense Mom! I am a girl! And there’s one more thing I have to do as Princess as part of my functions. Tomorrow, I have to go to a convalescent hospital as my last duty as Princess.”

Mom chewed on that for a minute.

“What are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know? I thought I could borrow something from Mindy, but I wasn’t able to change at her place tonight. So… I don’t know?”

Mom got this silly look on her face before she said, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter to take shopping, so I guess I’ll find out tomorrow morning huh? First thing in the morning though, I’m taking you to the mall to find you something presentable to wear.”

“Really mom?” I squealed.

Mom’s eyes opened until I thought her eyeballs would pop out when she heard my excitement. Yeah, I was just like a girl with a new birthday present being revealed!

Mom had an expression on her face I couldn’t read. All I could see was confusion mixed with sadness. She took my hands in hers and said something that almost brought me to tears.

“I’ll love you no matter what you become Sweetheart. You’ll always be my sweet baby inside - whether you’re a girl or boy.”

“Mom…” I let trail off as I studied her expression.

“Lynn, I’m your Mother, and I know much better than you what’s happened to my boy. I love you sweetheart. Now, off to bed with you, and remove your makeup, or you’ll look a mess in the morning,” she finally laughed.

“Mom, um, like I don’t have anything here? Could I borrow your cold-cream?”

That scene in the bathroom that night!

Mom burst out laughing. “I never would have thought my son would be asking for makeup remover before asking to borrow my car. Come on Sweety, I’ll help you. Isn’t that what a Mother’s are supposed to do when their daughter comes home late?”

Mom brought me to the bathroom and removed my makeup for me. She put my hair up too, so that it would look nice in the morning. I even heard her humming softly to herself while she was fixing me up. When she finished, she kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight.
 

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It was already after two in the morning but I was having trouble sleeping. All of my confessing to my mother had poured massive amounts of adrenaline into my system. I wish sleep would come easily, but it wasn’t. I lay there thinking about what had just taken place with my mother and where my life had to go.

It had taken almost two weeks for me to find the girl that had been hiding so quietly inside of me. How could I know I wanted to be a girl in such a short amount of time? Was the adventure of the disguise and deceit influencing my mind? Had I really become the girl that I thought I had? Was my popularity skewing my thoughts about what was really important - who I was? I knew I was a girl from the very first moment I saw myself in the mirror, but was afraid to admit it to myself at first, or to Mindy. Have I already broken my mother’s heart when I killed off her son? I had all but done that earlier. The only thing missing was telling her that there was no way her son would ever be returning.

In all her wisdom though, Mom had as much as admitted to me that she saw nothing of the boy who had run out of the house earlier that morning. I think she knew when we talked tonight that she now had a daughter, and to be truthful, I don’t think she was all that unhappy about it, after she had calmed down.

I was still scared from having hurt her too…
 

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The sun came streaming through my windows and awoke me the next morning. I stretched and yawned and went to scratch my chest.

Oops!

I had forgotten that I now had something new on my body. I giggled to myself when my hands hit the protrusions. God I wish these were real! I thought to myself as I slightly fingered them.

I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and sat like I had been doing for the last two weeks. The girl in me was gaining control of my everyday duties. I looked in the mirror when I washed my hands. My hair was up, and I had no makeup on, but a girl still looked back at me. There was nothing left that said you’re still a boy. I wasn’t sure if I should be concerned, or happy?

I smelled breakfast and went to join my mother.

I wondered if she was still going to accept me — or not?
 

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I entered the kitchen and mom gave me the biggest smile. I knew then, that my Mother truly loved me.

“How’s my little girl this morning?” she asked.

Holy smokes! She called me her little girl! How should I reply to that? Was she making fun of me, or was she really trying to accept me as a girl?

“I’m fine Mother,” I cautiously replied. “You should have awoke me when you got up. I would have liked to help you out with breakfast.”

“You would have? You never wanted to before,” she incredulously answered.

I could detect a small amount of tension in her voice with that answer, but I didn’t know if it was because of my appearance or something else... like my old lazy self before all this took place.

“That was before Mom. I have been wanting to help you around the house for over a week now, and have been. I told you I had changed. And I mean it. I think some of Mindy rubbed off onto me,” I laughed.

“It looks as though a little too much rubbed off! I meant to ask you about your breasts last night, but didn’t. Would you care to explain to me how you now have breasts?”

I felt my face turning red. I had forgotten all about them! But apparently Mom hadn’t!

“These are not real Mom. Miss Benson had them for the drama club at school, for girls that haven’t developed yet.”

“Then why are they still on your chest?”

“I didn’t have the stuff to take them off with. It’s still at Mindy’s house.”

“Are you telling me that you glued these breasts onto your chest?” Mom asked.

“I had to Mom, or I might have had an accident at the dance.”

Mom shook her head, before she said, “If I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I wouldn’t have believed my son would be explaining glue-on breasts to me. Sundays used to be so relaxing.”

Mom’s face turned to a scowl again with the mention of Mindy.

“I don’t like that girl,” Mom said.

“Mom, this wasn’t Mindy’s fault! I am to blame! Me! I decided to do all of this, Okay?” I replied, really hoping that Mom wouldn’t hate Mindy.

“This thing was her idea, and I’m not going to forget that.”

“Oh my God, Mother! Please! She’s not responsible! And Mindy! I’m sorry Mom, but I have to see if she’s Okay! I have to find out what happened to her last night!” I exclaimed and ran to the phone.

“Don’t be too long,” Mom admonished.
 

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I dialed Mindy’s number, and much to my surprise she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Mindy? It’s Lynn. What happened to you last night?” I hurriedly asked.

“Somebody put something in my drink last night and I passed out. I was so embarrassed when I woke up in the hospital.”

“What did your parents say?”

“They were so angry that it happened, especially at the school dance.”

I paused a moment, listening to her breathe on the other end of the phone connection.

“Are you going to be Okay?”

“I feel fine Lynn. Oh wait a minute! How did you get home?” she asked.

“Jason drove me. Aaaaaaand he kissed me goodnight!” I giggled nervously.

“He kissed you?” Mindy shrieked.

“YES!!!! And he’s cute too!” I said dreamily.

“Did you get home before your mother?”

“Yes. But something happened.”

“You had a chance to change didn’t you?”

“No.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“I uhmm, fell asleep on the couch?”

“You fell asleep? Before you changed?!!”

“I couldn’t help it Mindy! I was so tired.”

“Please tell me you awoke before your Mother came home!!!” the concern showing in her voice.

“She knows.”

I heard Mindy groan.

“Well, on the plus side, she obviously didn’t kill you. But I’m sure she has some kind of punishment in line for you. Are you grounded for the rest of your life?”

“Umm, no. She actually wants to take me shopping.”

I was met with silence as Mindy digested my words.

“Your Mother wants to take you shopping??? Like for girl's clothes?”

“Yeppers! I told her about the hospital visit this afternoon and she asked if I had anything to wear. I told her I had left my set of girl’s clothes over at your house and could borrow some of your clothes, but I didn’t know if or when you would be home from the hospital. So she wants to get me something to wear.”

“I don’t believe it! Your mother? Umm, do you think she would mind if I came along with you? I mean I can explain what happened and tell her that it was my fault about the entire thing.” Mindy asked.

“It’s okay Mindy. I confessed everything. And it’s my fault! Not yours. I'm accepting responsibility for it all. Okay?”

Mindy paused a moment. “Ok.”

“As for coming, sure! Maybe it’ll help how she feels about you just now.”

“I thought your Mom liked me?”

“She did - until I explained this whole fiasco to her last night. Let’s just say you’re not on her Christmas list.”

“Maybe I should stay home then,” she glumly replied.

“No! Please come! I’d hate to think of what my Mother will want to buy me, and you know what girls like us like to wear. I don’t want to be getting fashion from the fifties!”

Mindy giggled at that.

“I’ll ask my Mother if it’s okay.”

Mindy covered the phone with her hand but I could still hear her asking her Mother if she could join us.

“Mom says it’s okay, but she wants to talk to your Mother right now on the phone.”

“Okay,” I replied and turned to face the kitchen.

“Mom? Mrs. Swanson wants to talk to you,” I yelled.

Mom came over and took the phone from my hand. She and Mindy’s Mom talked for a few minutes without any mention of my new look.

“Great Janet! We’ll pick you up in an hour. We’ll make it a girls day out. See you in a few. Bye.”

Mom hung up the phone and looked at me.

“You’re going to have to hurry Lynn. We have to pick Janet and Mindy up in an hour,” she said.

“Mom, we only live five minutes away. We have an hour, what’s the rush?”

“And you think an hour is a lot of time? I can see you still haven’t learned everything about being a girl just yet. I have to help you with your makeup and do your hair! We also have to find something for you to wear. I certainly don’t have a figure like girls your age and I doubt you’ll want to wear my clothes."

I hadn’t thought of that! Duh!

“Do you have any makeup?” Mom asked me.

Everything I had ever worn was over at Mindy’s, except for the Homecoming Dress and Mindy’s slip. My makeup kit was also in my bag in Miss Benson’s office. So yeah, I was pretty much screwed!

“No, I don’t Mother. Not handy at least. My kit’s in Miss Benson’s office in school.”

“Well, you won’t need much for now, so I’ll let you borrow mine. I don’t know what to have you wear though,” Mom groused.

“I can wear what I did last night, you know my sweats and the T-shirt?”

“I guess that will have to do. But wear your grey colored one. I don’t want your — bra showing through it easily.”

Mom just got the weirdest smile on her face just then. “You know what? I’ve only known the new you for just a few hours and you’re already causing me to grow grey hairs.”
 

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Mom helped me get ready with my hair and makeup and then went to get herself ready.

Mom was right! It had taken more than an hour to get ready, but we were off in the car to Mindy’s house.

I just realized something!

“Mom?” I quietly asked.

“What did you not tell me now Sweety? By the tone of your voice, it’s got to be something more about all of this.”

“It is Mom. Mindy’s Mother doesn’t know.”

“Maybe she won’t notice,” she answered with a smirk

“Uh Mom???? What about this?” I asked, pointing at my breasts and exposed navel.

“What about it? Janet is going to have to meet you eventually. It may as well be right now.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she had already met me once before, except then, I was a girl named Linda.
 
 
Mom and I drove to Mindy’s and was soon at her door. Mom rang the doorbell.

“Would you get that, Mindy?” I heard Mrs. Swanson yell.

The door opened and Mindy looked first at my Mother and then at me. I could tell she wasn’t ready for what she was seeing.

“Hi Ms. Collins! Come on in,” she offered.

“Lynn told me you had quite an evening last night. How are you feeling?”

Mindy’s face lit up like a red Christmas tree when my Mother asked her that question. She didn’t know what I had told my mother and was afraid to answer or give away too much information.

“I’m okay now, Ms. Collins,” she meekly answered.

Luckily, Mindy’s Mom entered the room before anything else could be asked.

“Susan,” she gushed, and gave her an air kiss on mom’s cheek.

“What are you doing here Linda?” Mrs. Swanson asked when she spotted me standing behind Mom.

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To Be Continued...