It wasn't as ifthis was the first time I'd seen a girl in the mirror, but it was stillweird just the same. It hadn't been too long ago I'd been in my ...oyclothes and I'd still seen a girl. I didn't look that much different inthe clothes I'd borrowed from Cori. Just a little more relaxed. Maybeeven a little happier.Aunt Joan had helped me look through Cori's closet and explained thefunny looking overalls I'd picked out were called shortalls and that theywere lavender, not purple. I was a little. There was a mirror and achair and four lights. There was also a closed door, but there wasn'tany woman to make that voice. I think I once read about a head injurycausing the patient to hear voices. Was that a memory? I couldn'tthink of any specifics but I was certain that I had read a book inwhich the character was injured in the head and spoke with voices."Is anyone there?" I said in a sound that was only barely louder thana whisper.You are a very special girl.The voice spoke again, and it did. And she saw him. Her arms stretched out and she beckoned him come toher.Alex spun behind the tree in a panic, frozen, back pressed to the bark.His mind was in overdrive but seemed to come back around to action. Itseemed to be getting brighter around him. He peered out from behind thetree. The silvery woman was floating slowly toward him swiftly coveringthe ground between them.Terror flooded through him as he bolted, headed back toward the forestedge and his house beyond. His. Oh, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, wow, that was so good," he groaned as I took a few last licks on the remaining drops that oozed up.Then, I raised up and we kissed. After a minute, I told him that it would be a while before we headed home and that I had some things to tell him.He got his pants back up and I began telling him about the events that had taken place while he was at his grandmother's. All about his sister and his father, about me joining in, and, now, what it meant for him to come home to a.