"I knew she was right, about enjoying the changes at least, but I stilldidn't share her optimism about how the other kids would treat me. I'dseen what...some of them could do.I didn't think I was going to be able to talk my mom out of thisdecision though. In the end we found a style we liked that was verypretty, and feminine. My anxiety increased when I realized that aponytail would still show the soft curls and waves that the stylepromised to give me. But it was too late. The stylist led me back. He already prepared the room as if we were having first night after the marriage, it smelled beautiful.He then locked the room and slowly came to me. I was nervous. He kissed me on the forehead and slowly came down. He then kissed me on the eyelids and then on the cheeks. He then passionately kissed me on the lips. I didn’t gave a lip lock before so it was an amazing feeling. He kissed me passionately for 2 minutes.He then broke the kiss and removed his shirt. He then sat on the bed and asked. “Who?”“It was a boy at camp last summer. You don’t know him.” It was a lie,sort of. There had been a boy at camp, but Harmony could not admit that the other boys she’d kissed had in fact been her brother Mark and her father.Then Harmony had a wicked thought. Ricky was her BFF, but the girl’s hotness had not been lost on Harmony. Ricky had never said anything to her about being into girls too, but sometimes out of the corner of her eye Harmony had seen her friend eyeing her or her sister Emily. “Oh! Sorry bud!” Another attractive older woman winked and smiled at me as she made her way over to Mom. She was wearing some loose pajama pants and that was it. She kissed Mom and fondled her breast and wished her a good morning. This brought a big smile to Mom’s face and a smaller one to my own. “Morning Mother.” I said as I backed up a little and, with a slight sigh, selected the milk jug and brought it to the kitchen counter.Mother and Mom were absolutely meant for each other. They made.