"I guess I still am, but I don't spend a lot of time thinking about it. I can't change what happened " "I suppose not," she said. "Would you at least ...hink about it for a few days and let me know? I'm having the party in two weeks, so we have time to talk." I sipped at my tea for a few seconds. "Mrs. Long," I said. "A few days isn't going to change anything. I'll do it but if you don't mind, I'd like to go over the specifics with you and I don't have time to do that now." Would you trust me. .. mom?" Yes dear?" I have something to tell you.... Don't be mad at me...please?" What is it?" I have boobs," I suddenly blurted out, "and hips... and smooth skin!" WHAT! How is this possible?! Boys don't have boobs! Let me see!"In my bedroom I quickly undressed, and she saw the full extent of thechanges. I did in fact have the modestly developed, but very definitefigure of a girl about the age of 14. All I could do was stand there asshe stared at me, her mouth open as she slowly searched my. She placed her hand carefully over the knob and turned it slowly -- so slowly that she almost had heart failure with the pressure of her impatience. But she didn't dare take any chance of being detected in her investigations, lest they become warned of her obsessive desire to escape. The less they suspected of her will to fight free of them, the better would be her chances.When the knob had turned as far as would go, she tried to ease the door gently inward. It moved toward her as she pulled,. I am fairly sure this was also novel for Tracy but I was not entirely sure what was going on other than the anxious excitement we shared in anticipation of what was hopefully in store. We were effectively strangers, completely sober and about to hop into bed together. I didn’t even know how it was to work. Would we wear underwear? Will she wear something sexy or big pyjamas or join me in the shower? Do we kiss, or hug or chat? How would I broach the idea of condoms? What would she think.