" Really?" asked mom. I nodded. "Mark, maybe you can find out what she would need to do, if that is really what she wants to do?" And I thought this w...ek was going to be quiet at work." Dad chuckled."Thank you both for all your support, it means so much to both of us, and hopefully Melissa." Soon we all helped tidy up the kitchen and headed out. Again Melissa was waiting when I reached her house. I still had not caught a glimpse of either of Melissa's family, not that I wanted to. As we walked. She told me what to do, and she said she’d tell Daddy that I was becoming a woman. I freaked and said NO! DON’T TELL ANYONE!! And she said he should know so he doesn’t accidentally embarrass me, and so he can know you’re growing up into a real woman, honey. Actually, I felt so proud, Diary. I was finally growing up. FINALLY! But now I’ve wasted enough time, dear Diary. I need to get on to the meat of my story, and boy, do I mean the MEAT! (That’s a pun, dear Diary!!!!) I have to tell. This did not stay that way, and after Andrea had been working for around a quarter of a year, I heard little of what was going on. It was getting to the point, where I had to finally express concern over not knowing her whereabouts one evening, as it was close to ten o'clock before she got home. I told her that I was worried about something happening to her.I was beginning to feel that her odd hours were driving a wedge between us and it didn't seem as though Andrea was concerned about this, or. The poster that I had vaguely noticed earlier was probably the worstsight, though, since it was of a topless footballer. I hadn't evenbegun to consider the idea that I was now a girl at the age where theystart to look at boys in a certain way, nor did I intend to anytimesoon.Trying to block the poster out, I made my way to the dresser, andbrushing the hair which had fallen in front of my face out of the wayagain, and trying to ignore the feeling of the bra on my chest andback, I looked down for.