His swimming truckshad shrunk to a bikini bottom -- a minuscule version of the briefs hesometimes wore.He could tell all this without opening his eyes...He left the shower room and looked into the mirror, expecting to seepretty much what he saw: a pretty young teenage Japanese-American girl,definitely younger than himself -- perhaps the age of his kid brotherBruce -- wearing only flip-flops and a bikini bottom. Almost a youngversion of Aunt Yuko. If Bruce often came here, this explained. Jamie had no doubts left that she was no longer male. Brenda and Tracy did their best to assure all three boy/girls that they were now pretty girls. They talked and jabbered for hours discussing fashions and hairstyles, with Brenda and Tracy trying to get the other three to start talking about boys as boyfriends. It was past 8:00 when they realized they'd forgotten to call for the pizza. Giggling with excitement, they made the call and changed into their skimpy baby-doll nighties before it. Emma never stopped treating me well. I asked her because she needed a way to get in to see me. I put it on Facebook because she means a lot to me. Don’t worry, I don’t intend to pick a date until we’re both graduated and there’s a good chance we’ll call it off, but for now, we’re on the same page. I only put up the status. She sent me the message to confirm her as my fiance.”I threw on a t-shirt and then pulled Emma’s sweatshirt on over it. The three of them had noticed it and they didn’t look. " I take a deep breath and I shake my head but my feet disobey and begin walking over to the passenger side of his Ford Escape. I open the door and the fresh scent of smoke makes me wrinkle my nose in disgust. I sigh and I duck my head as I enter his car, sitting down. "See that wasn't to bad now was it?" The driver grins and I can't help but roll my eyes. I press the button on the door signaling for the window to roll down. I move my head to the fresh air and I breathe in the uncontaminated.