They looked at each other, neither quite knowing what to expect from the other."Andrew," Malcolm blurted out at last, "why are you dressed like a girl..."The girl put her cup down on the table with a click."My aunts," she said."Your aunts?" Yes, they live in this house. They rent it." Where are they?" They have gone to town." When will they be back?" I don't know. Probably a couple hours." They always dress you like this?"Malcolm pointed briefly at her blouse and he couldn't help but notice two. “My point is, Bec has almost certainly experienced several episodes here at school without causing any real problems, so there is no need to treat her differently now that you know what is going on. If she does have a more dramatic episode at school perhaps you will be able to manage the situation without over-reacting. I find with my wife that if it is possible to do so, allowing her to do what she wants to do is the best way to avoid problems. I’m aware that isn’t always possible.“Last night. ”“Okay, Mom,” Jodi replied, “since Trish has Jeff hogtied that means that the rest of us are destined to be either old maids or notches in someone’s belt, right?”Mrs. Nelson didn’t look happy with that question — at a guess she figured that unless she got very, very lucky Jodi was right. I liked Jodi — heck I liked all of these ladies, if none quite so much as Trish — and I didn’t want her or any of the others to be just notches in a bedpost, or a belt. That’s why I decided to follow-up on the. She knew well though that if she didn’t wear one she would be ridiculed, and just made a habit of it like every other girl. More than anything else she was embarrassed by her minuscule breasts. All of her friends had at least C cups, and they seemed perkier and rounder and they complimented their perfect curvy, tan bodies. It was pretty difficult spending every day being surrounded by people she wanted to be, especially when they were her closest friends. She grabbed a plain white V-neck.