" Still slumped against the sofa in her bra and pencil skirt, mom began rummaging through her hand bag. "And besides you're still quite attractive mom... if you don't mind me saying." Strangely enough she didn't react in the way that I thought she would do. I was half heartedly expecting her to throw me out of the house after suggesting potentially modelling. "You're my son Brian. You shouldn't be saying, let alone thinking things like this involving me. I understand you're 21 and these things. “What a delicious idea. No, I’ve never done it either, but I’ve always wanted to try it! Yeah, let’s do it, shall we?”I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as she added with a giggle, “I’m told it can be awfully messy!”“That’s OK – my bedroom has a huge walk-in shower.”We slipped out of the restrooms area separately and half-an-hour later were walking, hand-in-hand, to my motel.I sat her down on the edge of the bed and brought us both a large glass of chilled white wine. I knelt down to unlace her. I hoped Dr. Price would let me start hormones again...well prescribedhormones. That by September my body would be more feminine, that i wouldhave real girl curves like Jenny and the other girls my age.As i sat there happily lost in my thoughts of becoming a girl, Mike saysto me, "So you've never had a girlfriend, so now that you're a girl doyou like boys or girls?"I turned to him. "Mike the only reason i've ever looked at girls isbecause i'm jealous of them, because i wanted to be them.No i'm. ‘She is so life-like that it seems a crime she should be hanging as she is, bound by string. I wish I could see her dance’…" Gepetto smiled at that, taking her down from the low beam overhead, deftly working her strings so that she did indeed dance, much to the delight of the fairy, performing graceful arabesque, breathtaking entrechat, and finally, a magnificent pirouette that made her clap with delight. She thanked him for his time, then, a clever little plan brewing in her head as she left.