A week later, Sarah Lawrence was inspecting the dormitories
where the younger girls stayed while attending the Holly
Institute. She went from one room to the next inspecting each
for cleanliness and orderliness. In each room, she would tell
the girls where improvement was needed.
In room 6A, she found Melissa and her roommate Gail standing by
their beds ready for inspection. Each girl was dressed in her
Sunday best since the inspection occurred just prior to sunday
services. Melissa stood by her bed clothed in a pretty silk
print dress that reached to her knees and no lower. Her legs
were encased in sheer nylons and her feet wore white open toed
slippers with four inch heels.
Her nails, both finger and toe, were neatly manicured and
colored. Her hair hung to the middle of her back in waves with
flowers at each temple. Her face was tastefully made up to match
her ensemble. Everything about her was tasteful and proper.
As Sarah began inspection of the room, Melissa lowered her
eyelids in modesty. Sarah had to smile at the incongruity of the
bashful blush. Who would guess that this bashful lass, so
prettily attired, was the director of this self same institution
only one year ago. To have fallen from such lofty heights. From
the authoritarian overseer of the institutions to just one of the
girl students.
There was very little wrong with the girl's room, so Sarah sent
them on their way to church, yet she couldn't get over the
complete transformation that Ted Foster had undergone to become
Melissa. How had it happened?
<HR>
It was two days after Ms Hood had first informed Ted of his new
status. Ted, weak from the shock of the information, had slept
for nearly 48 hours. Now he was sitting alone at his dresser
looking at himself in the mirror.
"My skin is so smooth and my nose so small. How did they do it?"
he thought to himself. He had inspected all aspects of his body.
Everything Ms Hood had stated were true. Yet none but the
castration and electrolysis were irreversible. If he could only
reassert himself, he could win back his manhood and get his
revenge. He had to be strong!!
When Agnes came into the room, she found Ted in the act of
inspecting himself. She had to smile because even she had been
surprised at how well Ted had responded to the treatments. It
would be hard to find Ted amongst the satins and silks, perfumes
and makeup, curls and ribbons that would make up Melissa's life.
Ted saw Agnes enter the room and he decided that this was the
time to reassert himself. When Agnes asked how he was feeling
this morning, Ted turned on her and in as deep a voice as he
could muster shouted, "This foolishness has gone far enough! I'm
not taking it any longer and the `schooling' is over! My name is
Ted Foster, not Melissa and I'm leaving this crazy place."
He jumped up and purposefully headed for the door. As he passed
a surprised Agnes, she grabbed his arm and threw him onto the
bed. Before he could respond, she had him over her knees with
his pink nightgown above his head.
"So you won't be a girl, eh? You want to be Ted, eh? Well we
will see about that," she shouted.
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!!
Ted couldn't believe it. He was being given a spanking.
Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!
"Oh...Ouch! Please stop it," Ted cried, "It hurts."
Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!
"Oh! Oh. Please stop!" Ted cried again, real tears falling down
his cheeks.
Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!
"Wah.!! Ah... Please stop. I'll do anything you wish," he
shouted.
"What is your name?" Agnes shouted.
"M...Me..Melissa," Ted cried.
"What gender are you?" Agnes continued.
"A..A..gi....I can't say it," Ted answered.
Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!
"No. Don't do it any more," Ted cried again.
"What are you?" Agnes asked.
"I..I'm...a...I'm a girl!" Ted answered.
"Again," Agnes said.
"I..I'm a girl," Ted returned.
"What is your name and sex?" Agnes asked.
"I'm a girl and my name is Melissa, Ms Hood," Ted answered.
"That's better. Now let's get you dressed for your new
education. Ok?" Agnes stated.
"Yes, Ms Hood," Ted whispered in a light alto voice.
Ted climbed off of Agnes' knees and lowered his pink nighty over
his red behind. Ted stood next to Agnes like the repentent young
girl he now was. All signs of rebellion were gone for the
present.
An hour later, Agnes walked out of the room followed by Ted who
was wearing a navy blue miniskirt, white blouse, nylons, and
matching blue slippers. His head of curls had been tastefully
arranged with a blue ribbon. His makeup included lipstick which
erased all signs of his former self. Ted was on his way to
becoming a young girl.
<HR>
Three months after the humiliating spanking from Ms Hood, Ted is
sitting in the drawing room practicing her needlework. He is
dressed in a peasant dress with a slightly scooping neckline and
short puffed sleeves. The waist was gathered and tight about his
tiny waist. The skirt flared out to hang loose about his knees.
The scoop neck of the dress revealed the soft flesh that was
becoming Ted's breasts.
During the past weeks, as he dressed in preparation for his many
lessons, Ted noted that his breasts were growing at a phenomenal
rate. No longer the pointed peaks that observed after awakening
from the 14 week sleep, they were filling out and taking on the
shape of real womanly breasts. He now wore a B sized cup and Ms
Hood had stated that she expected Ted to graduate to a C cup
before long.
While practicing the needlework, Ted contemplated his position.
They were succeeding in their plan to change him from a 25 year
old man into a 15 year old girl. The breast development proved
it. But there were other signs also. He no longer rebelled when
told to perform a task intended to reinforce his femininity. His
voice was rapidly changing to a soprano, his weight was holding
steady at 115 pounds, and his hair was growing at an unheard of
rate. In the past two weeks it had grown an inch. It now fell
past his ears.
If he was ever to be a man again, it had to happen quickly. He
knew that his mind was changing along with his body. Rebellion
was not in his mind as much as it should be. He was becoming
more and more concerned with how he looked, clothes were
important to him, he would spend hours thinking about what to
wear tomorrow. He was enjoying reading love novels and teenage
fashion magazines. Often when reading the magazines, he would
look in a mirror and compare himself with the girls in the book.
If he saw a flaw, he would start removing the flaw immediately.
Nothing was to small a flaw to be ignored.
With these thoughts going through his head, he put down his
knitting and decided that he had to make one last break for
freedom and his lost manhood. During the days, the security was
much more slack than during the evenings when his room was
securely locked. Agnes obviously felt that her ward wouldn't try
an escape in broad daylight when the only things he could wear
were his dresses or skirts.
"I've got to try," Ted thought, "If I wait much longer, I won't
want to go. They will have won because I would then really be the
girl they are striving to shape."
With these thoughts, Ted got out of his chair and smoothed his
skirts about his knees. His cleanly shaven legs were bare and
low heeled slippers encased his feet. Looking in a mirror he
carried in his purse, he saw that his hair was nicely set and her
face prettily made up. He could pass as a teenage girl almost
anywhere.
If he could get away, he was sure that he could get someone to
help him get back to his apartment where he could prove his
identity. Quietly tiptoeing through the hall, he saw Ms Hood
working in her study and the rest of the household was working
elsewhere. He could do it with a little luck.
Making as little noise as possible, he checked his purse, grabbed
a light sweater, and slipped out the door of the estate. It was
so easy.
There was a cool breeze blowing outside and it played with Ted's
skirts. It felt good against his bare skin. This was the first
time outdoors since he had arrived at Genesis school nearly 7
months earlier. Quietly he ran from the door, through the
courtyard, down the driveway, and onto the highway. He was free!
Now all he had to do was catch a ride to his old apartment, dress
in his male clothes, and reassert his old identity. Then he
would have his vengeance on Agnes Hood and Sarah Lawrence for
trying to make him into a girl.
Ted didn't realize what an attractive girl he had become. It
wasn't five minutes after putting out his thumb that a car came
to a screeching halt. The car was a '57 Chevy and it was being
driven by a 17 or 18 year old boy. Ted didn't give a second
thought as to the affect he would have on such a boy. He had
forgotten that for all intensive purposes, he was a 15 year old
girl.
After climbing into the car, smoothing his skirts, and thanking
the boy for stopping, he introduced himself as `Melissa' since
the name Ted would hardly do under the circumstances. The boy
introduced himself and asked Ted what he was doing hitchhiking.
Ted had to do some quick thinking, but he had a tentative plan
worked out. He told the boy that he was on his way to the city
to visit an uncle by the name of Ted Foster. While telling the
tale, he thought of the strangeness of the circumstances. Here
he was going to visit himself.
The boy was well mannered and after learning the address, he
agreed to take Ted there. "What luck," Ted thought, "In a few
hours, I'll be myself again."
The ride went smoothly with small talk between the two. Ted
found himself making up a story about running away from home
because his parents didn't understand him.
The boy was very understanding. He said that he lived with his
parents, but they were gone for a few days on a vacation.
Ted found himself liking this boy and blushed when he thought
that the lad wasn't bad looking either. He caught himself with
these thoughts and told himself to stop it. He can't have
thoughts like that. After all, he really wasn't a girl, but a
grownup man.
Ted thought that he hadn't escaped any to soon. Agnes' plan was
more successful than originally thought. He was actually
reacting to this boy like a teenage girl would.
After an hours driving, the boy stopped the car in front of Ted
Fosters apartment building. The lad stated that he would wait
until `Melissa' had found his uncle. Ted protested, but the boy
wouldn't change his mind.
Not having a key to the apartment, Ted knocked on the manager's
door. Ted knew that the manager would never recognize him as Ted
Foster, but he would tell the man that he was Ted's niece
visiting for a few days and that Ted was not in right now. Once
he got the key, he would tell the boy goodbye, go to his
apartment, change clothes and onward to the lovely retribution.
Ted received the shock of his life when the manager told him that
Ted no longer lived there. He had been killed in a car accident
and his personal affects had been gathered by an aunt. Ted knew
of no aunt that would claim the affects, then it occurred that
Sarah would do that deed. He was told that a young couple now
lived in the apartment.
Ted was devastated. Where was he to go? What was he to do? How
could he get his old identity back when everyone accepted that
Ted was dead?
In a stupor, Ted wandered out of the building wondering what to
do next. Even if he were to find some men's clothes, who would
believe that he was Ted Foster? He was no longer alive and `she'
didn't look like him.
Outside, the boy he had caught the ride with asked him what had
happened. Apparently the look on his face told the lad that
something was wrong. "He is gone. No forwarding address," was
all Ted could say. Then he did a very girlish thing, he began to
cry. Between sobs, Ted told the boy that he had no where to go
and no money.
A few minutes later found Ted again in the boy's car being taken
to his house for the night. It was a place to stay until morning
when he could think straighter. The boy's invitation had come as
a surprise, but it served as a quick solution to an immediate
problem.
At the boy's house, Ted soon settled down in the large couch in
the living room. The boy had built a large fire in the fireplace
and the room soon had a comfortable feeling about it. He brought
a bottle of wine and crackers and the two were soon engrossed in
a stimulating conversation. Ted had slipped his shoes off and
was enjoying twisting his brightly colored toes in the large,
plush carpet.
During the conversation, they both dropped from the couch to the
carpet and were sitting next to each other with their backs
against the couch. During a lull in the conversation, the boy
complimented Ted on his looks. Ted blushed at the compliment and
thanked him.
Ted stared into the fire and thought of how odd it was that he,
who was really a grownup man, could be flirting with a boy some 7
years younger than him. As Ted thought these disturbing
thoughts, he felt the boy's hand on his knee. Ted didn't protest
because it felt good and he felt that he owed the boy something.
A few minutes later, Ted felt the boy nibble his ear. Turning
around to protest, he found the lads face was next to his, their
lips practically touching. Rather than protesting his advances,
Ted felt himself gravitating towards the boy.
"This can't be happening to me," Ted thought, "I'm a man, not a
girl." Still his head continued towards the boys. Their lips
met in tender kiss. Ted felt the rush of a warm feeling engulf
him. Ted pressed his lips harder onto the boys. Ted loved the
feeling. The boys tongue slipped between Ted's teeth and it was
accepted. Ted was being kissed by a teenage boy and he accepted
it like a submissive teenage girl.
Ted felt the boy's hand leave his leg and a second later it
touched his breasts. He let it stay. The boy's other hand was
on Ted's back pressing it to him. The lad's hand reached inside
Ted's dress and cupped the right breast. A shot of pleasure
engulfed him when his sensitive nipple was touched.
As if in a trance, Ted hand reached for the boy's pants and he
felt the throbbing hardness of his manhood. Still kissing him,
Ted undid the boy's pants and reached into his shorts. Ted felt
his hard prick in his fingers and he gave it a gentle squeeze.
Five minutes later the boy was without any clothes at all and Ted
was down to his panties. The boy kissed her breasts, making the
nipple hard and sensitive. Ted stroked the boy's manhood.
Ted suddenly realized that it couldn't continue any further. If
the boy removed Ted's panties, he would find something that he
wasn't expecting. This made Ted extremely sad because he wanted
to make love to the boy. Ted wanted him inside. But that was
impossible. She also knew that she couldn't just end their love
making now. Something had to be done!
"Let me suck your prick," he heard himself say, "It's my period,
but I can satisfy you in other ways." Somewhat disappointed, yet
thankful for the good fortune that got into his car that day, the
boy agreed to the request.
Ted slowly knelt in front of him and accepted his large throbbing
prick into his mouth. Gone were thoughts of being a man. The
only thought in Ted's mind were how he, as a teenage girl, could
best satisfy his lover. He wanted to be the best lay that the
boy would ever have.
As he knelt before the kid, sliding his lips up and down the
slippery organ, he sucked and licked his balls with vigor. In
keeping with this action, the boy swayed in time. Coming up for
breath, he felt his breasts swaying beneath him. Glancing down,
Ted noted how large and firm they were and how they moved with
their motion.
After 15 minutes of this action, the boy gently removed his prick
from Ted's mouth, picked him up in his strong arms and proceeded
to carry Ted into the parents bedroom where he gently deposited
him on the King sized bed. While being so carried, Ted noted the
strangeness of the situation. He had both arms around the boy's
neck, his right breast was crushed against his chest.
He carried Ted as if he were as light as a doll and yet in
reality, Ted was 7 years older than he and a male too. "Yet..."
Ted thought, "I'm not a male...not any more. My feelings have
changed. Emotionally, I'm a girl. I'm almost a girl in body.
Maybe Ms Hood has succeeded. Maybe I have really been
transformed into a girl. Maybe I really am Melissa!"
When the both had climbed into the large four poster bed, Ted
snuggled next to his lover. The lad's muscles made Ted feel
secure. Ted loved the boy's masculine smell. Reaching between
his legs, Ted again took hold of his prick. It had softened
because of the break, but Ted knew that he could make it grow
again, because he was now a woman.
Ted would always remember that evening as the night he became a
female and a real woman. Early the next morning, before the boy
awoke, he slipped out of the house. He caught another ride and
returned to Genesis school. He had no other home. He was now a
girl without identification, home or family. Only Genesis school
could help him obtain the necessary attributes which would allow
him to survive as the girl he knew that he had become.
Agnes Hood did not punish Ted for his absence since he had
returned on his own free will. She did note a difference in
Ted's attitude after his return. Ted wasn't fighting the
transformation any longer. He seemed to take pleasure in each
new feminine attribute he attained. Indeed Ted was becoming a
perfect 15 year old girl. Ted Foster seemed to be a forgotten
entity.
...............................................
A month after the runaway incident, Melissa was in her room
admiring herself in a full length mirror. She wore only a pair
of white shorts. She was admiring how skin tight the shorts were
on her hips. Obviously she had gained considerable size in the
hips, yet her waist remained a 24 inch circumference.
Agnes Hood entered just as Melissa began to put on her size C cup
brassier. Her breasts were full sized now. They were as large
as she wanted them to grow. They were well shaped, firm and ther
was a lovely cleavage between them. She knew that she couldn't
go anywhere without a bra. It wouldn't be proper and she was a
proper young lady. she wasn't going to let anyone think that she
was a tramp.
Agnes didn't let her presence be known until Melissa had
completed dressing. Melissa drew on a tight fitting tshirt over
her ample bosom. "You are looking lovely today, Melissa," Agnes
said. Turning around at the sound of the voice, Melissa blushed
at the compliment.
"Thank you Miss Hood," Melissa replied in her clear soprano
voice. Then Melissa reached up and casually brushed a few
strands of her shoulder length hair from her eyes. Taking a hair
comb from the dresser, she expertly inserts it to hold her hair
in place.
"My hips have grown rapidly lately. I can barely fit into my
panties and shorts. They are really very tight," Melissa stated.
"Yes dear, you are really taking on all the proportions of a
girl. I wouldn't be surprised if you have a baby one day," Agnes
replied.
Melissa blushed even deeper. "I'd love to become a mother, but I
know that I never will," she replied. "Don't be so hasty," Agnes
said, "First things first. You've still got one more piece of
your male past to be removed before worrying about babies."
"Oh, Ms Hood, I so want to have the final change. I want to be a
real girl. When will I be able to have a vagina?" Melissa asked.
"Well dear, there is a problem of cost," Agnes answered. "But Ms
Hood, I had lots of money saved up from when I was Ted Foster.
Couldn't we use that?" Melissa pleaded.
"That's what has paid for your conversion so far, Melissa. Those
funds are all gone," Agnes continued. Melissa seemed to go into
a pout over this news. "Isn't there any way out of this
predicament?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact, there is a way, Melissa," Ms Hood answered,
"There's a wealthy woman who is looking for a daughter to adopt.
She has seen your history and is interested in meeting you. If
she likes you and if you are will to become her daughter, she
would be willing to cover all expenses towards completing your
conversion to girlhood."
"Oh, Ms Hood," Melissa exclaimed, "Please do introduce us. I do?want to be a
real girl now." "She will also solve another?problem that you have, little
one," Agnes stated. "Oh, what?"?Melissa asked. "A guardian, of course.
Being only a 15 year old?girl, you can't possibly be sent into the world on
your own. Also, you do need a last name," Ms Hood finished.
"Yes, you are right. I wouldn't know how to survive in the
world now. And Ms Hood, I really am a girl now, believe me,"
Melissa confessed. "I do believe you, Melissa. Remember, I
converted you," Agnes answered. Melissa blushed a deep red. She
remembered!
A week later, Melissa sat before her dresser mirror looking at
her face. her hand shook slightly as she began applying shadow
to her eyelids. "Stop it girl! You've got to stop shaking so.
It's important to make a good impression with Mrs Tucker and
messy makeup will not do," Melissa thought to herself, "She
simply must be willing to help me. I want to be a real girl so
badly. And I do want to be her daughter."
After a few moments, Melissa continued her makeup. She finished
it off expertly drawing her lipstick across her lips followed by
a gloss for highlights. smelling the lipstick on her lips, she
thought how wonderful it was to be a girl and be able to wear
lipstick whenever she wanted to.
"I'm so happy that Sarah enrolled me in Genesis and that Agnes
was able to so completely transform me into a girl. I know that
I'm pretty and I plan to take full advantage of my femininity,"
she thought as she unrolled the rollers from her shoulder length
hair. It cascaded about her shoulders in large curls. Brushing
her hair brought out the highlights and it was easily styled.
Standing up from her settee, she inserted a red flower above one
ear and a hair clip above the other. Walking to her closet, she
removed a grey slim lined skirt and white blouse. She brought
the skirt down over her head making sure that her pink slip
remained smooth and straight beneath.
The feel of silk against her skin was a pleasure she found beyond
belief. "Being a girl definitely has its benefits," she thought
as she tucked her blouse into her skirt and fastened the buttons
to keep it in place. Carefully she arranged the ruffles at the
bodice to show her breast development to maximum effect.
"One can never advertize ones assets to much," she thought as she
admired how her bosom protruded from her chest. "I'm so happy
that I became a well developed girl. Real breasts can be such
fun." Thoughts of the love playing with the boy flooded her
mind. It made her nipples tingle in her bra.
At last she slipped her nylon encased feet into a pair of grey 4"
heels and slipped the tailored jacket over her shoulders. The
jacket matched the skirt to provide a vision of a classy dressed
young miss. Looking in her mirror, Melissa felt a shiver run the
length of her body. "I look beautiful. I'm so...so happy. I
never, ever want to be a male again. I'd just die," she said.
A half hour later, Melissa is sitting in the living room awaiting
the arrival of Mrs. Tucker. She is sitting on a settee, her long
legs seductively crossed, reading the latest copy of Seventeen
magazine. Suddenly the door opened and Agnes Hood escorted Mrs
Tucker into the room. Melissa had developed a deep interest in
fashions and was completely engrossed in her magazine when the
two women entered the room. Melissa's skirt had ridden up
slightly to show a peek of lace trimmed slip, but other than
that, she was the perfection of teenage femininity.
Ms Hood introduced Mrs Tucker to Melissa and visaversa. Melissa
immediately stood up and shyly extended her right hand. Mrs
Tucker warmly accepted the hand. Agnes noted how lovely
Melissa's thin, smooth, coral colored fingers contrasted with Mrs
Tuckers older fingers. Mrs Tucker was forty years old and the
real age between the two was only 15 years, but Melissa's
treatments had been so successful that no one would ever know
that a twenty five year generation gap did not really exist.
Melissa was completely taken with this nice lady who would be her
mother. Mrs Tucker was fascinated by this lovely young girl who
used to be a businessman. It was impossible to believe that
Melissa was once a full grown head of a school. Her every action
said teenage girl.
Mrs Tucker started the conversation by complimenting Melissa on
her lovely outfit which was answered by a shy "Thank You". "I
understand that you still have one remaining feature from your
past," inquired Mrs Tucker. "Yes, I'm afraid that you are right,
Mam," Melissa confessed as she nervously intertwined her fingers
and bit her lower lip.
"Do you want that last vestige removed, dear?" Mrs Tucker asked
while looking Melissa in the eyes. "Oh, yes Mame. More than
anything else in the world," Melissa replied. "Why, dear? Don't
you want a reminder of when you ruled the Holly school?" asked
Agnes Hood. "Oh, no... that is all in the past. I'm a girl now.
I feel like a girl, I believe I look like a girl, and I have
feminine needs that cannot be fulfilled as I now am," replied
Melissa with feeling, "I do so want to be a real girl."
"But Melissa dear, you do appear to be a real girl. I understand
that your breasts are real," continued Mrs Tucker. "Yes they are
real," answered Melissa proudly, "But I will only feel complete
when I have a vagina and can feel comfortable around other girls.
Also, I do hope to meet a nice boy someday and get married."
"Then you are ready to freely give up all vestiges of Ted Foster
forever?" Agnes asked. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" replied
Melissa, "I am Melissa now and I am a girl!"
"Then I think that we can come to an understanding, my dear.
Would you call me mother?" asked Mrs Tucker. "Oh yes, Mother. I
would love to be you daughter," replied Melissa as she rushed
into Mrs Tuckers outstretched arms.
Eight weeks later, Melissa Tucker and her mother are slowly
strolling from counter to counter in the women's section of
Bloomingdales. Melissa is dressed in a knee length floral print
dress and is a youthful contrast to her mother who is dressed
more conservatively in a dark suit. This is Melissa's first trip
outside since returning home from the hospital where she left her
male past behind forever.
"Oh, mother... I'm so excited. We've bought so many luscious
clothes today. I'm so..o happy to be your daughter. No girl
could ask for a lovelier parent. I do love you Mom," Melissa
gushed. "Why thank you, dear. And no parent could ask for a
prettier daughter. Then you have no regrets?" Mrs Tucker asked.
"Oh, no..none at all! How could I ever want to go back to
wearing dreary tweeds when I can now freely wear these lovely
frocks," Melissa replied holding her skirt between two coral
colored fingers, "I do love the feeling of silk next to my skin."
"Speaking of silk, don't you think that we should be buying you
some new nighties for your return to school?" asked Mrs. Tucker.
"Return to school?" Melissa asked with a puzzled look on her
face. "Why yes, dear...Next month is September and you do have
to go back to school to complete your high school education.
After all, you are only 15 years old and a sophomore," Mrs Tucker
answered with a serious look on her face.
"Oh...I hadn't thought of that. Where will go?" Melissa asked.
"I've made all the arrangement," replied her mother, "You will be
going back to the Holly School for Young Girls. Mrs Lawrence has
already accepted your application." A shocked expression came
over Melissa's face and the blood drained from her face.
The Holly Institute!! How could she ever go back there? She
used to run that school, now she would be one of the students.
The shame!
Melissa was about to protest to her mother, but one look at the
determination on her face showed that protesting was useless.
"Now Melissa dear, what do you think of this lovely white
Teddie?" Melissa's mother asked with satisfaction.
As Melissa held the lacy Teddie in front of herself and posed in
front of a full length mirror, the magnitude of the changes in
her body over the past 9 months became clear. She had been
transformed from a successful man about town into a pretty
teenage girl. Instead of administering a school, she was now
attending it as a student. And most disturbing was the
completeness of the transformation, for truly the person holding
the Teddie was all girl.
Her nylon encased legs said girl, her ample bosom said girl, her
lovely long hair said girl, her flawless face said girl, and her
clothes said girl over and over. The clothes were not only
feminine, but the way they fit her could only be accomplished by
a girl.
A tear trickled down one soft cheek and Melissa agreed with her
mother that the Teddie was lovely and that she couldn't wait to
wear it that very evening. After all what teenage girl wouldn't
want to wear such a lovely creation?
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