We Can Work It Out: A MORFS Universe Story

By Terry Volkirch  



Chapter 8: May 15 to May 25, 2035

Tuesday morning brought back a painful reminder. Those dreams about Jill were back
with a vengeance. They seemed so vivid and real, and that made them all the more
frustrating. Jill and I were still best of friends and nothing more - but I wanted

I began to wonder if Sandy didn't mess up my brain somehow when she did her precog
dreaming with me. That might explain the visions I saw later when Frank scanned my
future. I was worried that I might need to see a doctor about it. Then it hit me. I
could go to the hospital, not to see a doctor but to look for Sandy. She was
probably the only one who could really help me anyway. I couldn't wait until the new
yearbooks came out to check for Jill. I needed to know if my dream girl was real and
I needed to know soon.

So now I had a plan of sorts, but it would have to wait. First I had to go to school
and before that, I had to get ready for school. It was time to don the ugly uniform
once again. Ugh.

* * *

I was distracted all day at school. I'm sure Michelle noticed but for whatever
reason she didn't ask me about it. That was nice because I wanted to stay
distracted. How could I stay distracted if I talked about why I was distracted? I
know that must sound silly but it makes perfect sense to me.

The only thing I could focus on was figuring out how I'd get to the hospital. I
snuck a peek at the train schedules on my computer in science class and saw that I'd
have to take a later, clockwise train route. That was perfect. I'd miss Sasha and
company that way. All I had to do was finish science class and breeze through PE.

* * *

The hospital seemed different this trip. There were so many strong smells! It was
rather unpleasant at first, until I got used to it. I thought it was odd but I
chalked it up to being fully recovered. When I was last here, I wasn't exactly at my
best. Anyway, I shrugged off the reminiscing and faced the task ahead of me. It was
time to hunt.

I prowled the hallways mostly undisturbed. I'd occasionally get a nurse asking if I
was lost and I just shook my head no and pretended to look upset, like I'd been
visiting a seriously injured relative. It worked like a charm. No one asked me a
second question or tried to stop me.

After an hour of fruitless wandering, it was clear I needed a better plan. When I
finally took the time to think about it, I realized that Sandy might not work on
this day, or at this time of day. It was late afternoon now and she came to visit me
in the morning. With a heavy sigh, I knew I'd have to change tactics and start
asking questions. That's when my cell phone rang.

I looked at the display. It was my mom. Oh no! I forgot all about telling her I'd be
going to the hospital. She must be worried sick.

"Mom!" I squeaked. "I'm okay! Really! I'm at the hospital but I'm just visiting."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Weren't you wondering where I was?"

"No, I was calling to ask if you wanted to go out to eat tonight. Why are you
visiting the hospital?"

"I'm looking for a nurse who helped take care of me. I want to thank her." That was
half right anyway. I didn't want to tell the whole story just yet - not until I
found Sandy and found out more about my frustrating dreams. I felt a little guilty
about not telling my mom about Jill but I was still embarrassed about it, and I
didn't know what my mom thought about lesbians. I'd have to broach the subject soon
and see how she reacts.

"Well your father and I are going out. You're invited too if you come home right away."

"I'd rather stay here a bit longer if it's okay. You and daddy have a nice time.
I'll throw together something to eat when I get home."

"Okay. Good luck finding your nurse. Bye sweetie. Love you."

"Bye mom. Love you."

Phew! That went well. I got lucky I think. My mom's intuition must have been thrown
off by the idea of spending some quality time alone with dad. Hopefully I could
continue to use the same excuse and visit the hospital until I find Sandy.

I stuffed my phone back in my purse and leaned back against a wall to wait for my
heart rate to go down. I felt like a spy on a dangerous mission, barely avoiding
detection, and that image was all it took. I wasn't going anywhere for now so I let
my imagination run wild. An Agent of Chaotic Evil, also known as an ACE, was hot on
my trail. He worked for the mayor of Copely and wouldn't stop until he turned me
into a boy-crazy bimbo. He tracked me with a sensitive microphone but I escaped with
the help of my tricked-out spy phone. It dampened the sound around me. The ACE
couldn't hear me and stomped home to take out his frustrations in a violent virtual
reality game. Hurray! I was saved by technology.

My little mental game wasn't exactly relaxing but it was fun. It was good to see I
still had the same wild imagination. I used to play imagination games quite
frequently before my change but this was the first time I'd done it as a girl - or
second time I guess if you count my hunting metaphor for shopping. I considered
extending my game and using my spy phone to find Sandy, but unfortunately there was
no substitute for reality. It was time to start asking questions.

The questioning didn't work any better than my previous plan, but I did have an
interesting conversation with one of the nurses. After she found out I was a MORFS
survivor and was still in stage 3, she suggested I volunteer at the hospital. My
immune system was virtually bulletproof so I could help care for patients and not
have to worry about getting sick. I could help people and look for Sandy at the same
time. I thought that was a great idea. I liked helping people.

The only problem was the uniform. It was a hideous red and white striped jumper. The
hospital brought it back for nostalgic reasons. They liked the nickname given to the
early volunteers who wore it: Candystriper. At least the name was cute.

I went to the administrative office to volunteer and brought forms back home for my
parents to sign. I was sure they'd like the idea. They were always getting after me
to pursue more social interests. With candystriping and my jujitsu class, I'd be
meeting a lot of potential new friends. I was looking forward to it.

* * *

The rest of the week and the upcoming weekend were a blur of activity. I'd never
been so busy but I was loving it. I loved getting out of the house and interacting
with people. I'd always been so shy as a boy. Now I was just the opposite and was
never happier. There was only one thing missing - Jill.

It turned out that I was lucky to be able to be a candystriper. My parents approved
but the hospital thought I might be a little young. They only relented when they
found out I'd be turning 16 very soon. I looked at it as a sweet 16 birthday present
from the universe. The universe was keeping secrets from me but it was still
graciously bestowing gifts to help me to look for those secrets.

My hospital schedule was very flexible. It was perfect. I could change days and
times to increase the odds that I'd find Sandy. I still had to get used to the
smells every time but that was the only downside. My duties varied wildly and
wonderfully so I was never bored. I fetched flowers, food and drink, and even
medical supplies later, as I learned about them. I also talked with the livelier
patients and read stories to some who were too ill for anything but listening. It
broke my heart to see such pain and suffering but I was glad I could help make their
lives better for awhile.

Jujitsu class took some getting used to. It wasn't nearly as rewarding as
candystriping - not at first anyway. For one thing, I didn't really have time to
talk and meet anyone. I guess that made sense because I had a lot to learn. All I
did my first class was practice strikes and kicks over and over. It was great
exercise, and also quite boring. There was one other downside that upset me a little
too. I had to file my fingernails, otherwise I'd scratch my classmates when we
practiced self-defense together. I'd planned on growing them long and getting a
French manicure. So much for that idea. Martial arts took a lot more work and
responsibility than I expected, leading me to nickname the class "bad juju".

My jujitsu classes took place on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. I started class that
week on the 17th, and I started candystriping the day before. Friday was busy for a
different reason. It was Mt. St. Helens Day - a local holiday. The town celebrated
the big volcanic eruption of May 18th, 1980 by lighting off fireworks. Mt. St.
Helens isn't all that far away from Copely so a huge, dark cloud drifted over the
town soon after the eruption, covering everything with a thick layer of ash. It
didn't really do much damage, but it was a nuisance, and was different enough that
it gave people an excuse to celebrate.

I invited Michelle to watch the firework display with my parents. We got some cotton
candy and a helium balloon out of it, not to mention ringing ears. Some of those
fireworks were loud! We spent far too much time afterwards laughing at ourselves
trying to hear each other talk. We kept misunderstanding and asking each other to
constantly repeat what we said. It was good silly fun.

The weekend was fun too, in spite of a large load of homework. I spent the time
candystriping and shopping with Michelle so how I could I go wrong. The only
difficult part concerned my continuing boy lessons. I lumped them in with homework
of course. Michelle was determined to make me understand boys from the female
perspective before we double dated. She was a demanding teacher and I respected her
for it. I understood being a boy fairly well. Seeing them through a girl's eyes was
quite a rude shock however.

Dating a boy involved a complex interplay of emotions and a lot of work. Girls
invested a lot of time and emotion into relationships that rarely lasted any
appreciable length of time. The worst part was the fact that girls generally matured
earlier than boys. A boy trying to impress his date could be more embarrassing than
almost anything else in the universe, and the only thing a girl could do was
commiserate with her girlfriends. If dating a boy was compared to math, I'd have to
say it was at least at the level of calculus. It was emotional calculus and I never
had a clue.

* * *

Monday morning taunted me with dream fragments and reminded me that I hadn't found
Sandy, but try as I might, I couldn't dwell on it. I had school to get ready for and
Michelle's date shopping to endure. She referred to finding a date as date shopping.
I had to admit it was a cute way to look at it but I dreaded it nonetheless.

We were to meet at lunch and spring her plan into action. We'd find a couple of
potential dates and carry on a conversation within earshot of them. We'd talk about
wishing we'd have a date for Friday night to try to inspire the boys to ask us out.
If our first choices didn't work out, we'd move on to the next best boys. That
sounded silly but I didn't dare tell my boy-crazy friend that. She took this game
very seriously.

My classes didn't drag nearly as much as I wanted. It was lunch time before I knew
it. I found my giggling friend and somehow talked her into letting me eat something
first. I brought a sandwich and banana and I was hungry. I got my lunch out of my
locker and gravitated towards my usual spot at the table for young geeks. Then I
spent some quality time talking with Adrian while I waited for Michelle to get a
salad from the vending machines. I didn't want to start eating until I had to. I was
hoping to stall and minimize the amount of time we had for date shopping.

Michelle rushed back to the table and then only picked at her food. She was too busy
telling me to hurry and eat mine to eat her own. I'd never seen someone fidget and
fuss so much. She was extremely eager to start shopping, but that only made me more
nervous. Could boys really hold that much power over girls? It was a scary thought.

I wish I knew then what I found out later about Michelle. I think I would've been a
lot more understanding towards her that day. She eventually confessed that she was
insecure about being so short. She had very little self-confidence and had only
dated briefly once. She was hoping to use me to attract boys until she felt better
about herself.

I know that sounded kind of bad but she didn't expect to use me as a boy magnet from
the time we first met, any more than she only wanted me for my brain in science
class. She just wanted a good friend and thought I could use one too. She didn't
have any close friends as she only moved to Copely last summer. The teens she met in
her camera club were nice but the only thing she seemed to have in common with them
was a love of cameras. She wanted something more.

Our friendship grew quickly. We shared a similar hair color, an interest in the
natural sciences and a love of shopping. We started with a solid foundation, and
once we started becoming close friends, she thought I was pretty enough to attract
more boys than she felt she could. So she formed a plan. It was completely innocent
and I didn't mind helping her - much anyway. She really was a very sweet girl.

I finished my banana and was close to finishing my sandwich when Michelle suddenly
stifled a squeal. Our quarries were in sight. I was begged to stop eating and start
date shopping immediately or I'd have a dying friend to care for. She certainly
could be melodramatic sometimes. Sheesh.

I choked down my last bite of sandwich and composed myself. It was time for the play
to start. We'd rehearsed our little dialog in my bedroom several times last night
until Michelle told me I was ready for prime time. It didn't matter that I didn't
feel ready.

My friend somehow composed herself in less than a minute. I was impressed. All of
her nervousness was gone, replaced by a fierce determination that I could see in her
eyes. We checked each other to make sure our makeup was good and slowly made our way
into position to begin.

"Hey Bobbi! Wait up!" Michelle was only a step behind me but now wasn't the time to
quibble over details.

"What is it Michelle?" So now the boys would have our names, if they were listening.
It was a test to see how observant and how interested in us they were. I had to
admit my friend could be quite devious when it came to boys.

"What are you doing Friday night?" Michelle asked.

"I'm not doing anything," I hoped. "Why do you ask?" Oh boy. This dialog is so not
me. I wished now that I'd taken more interest in writing it. I shouldn't have left
it all up to her. Having an audience made a big difference.

"I'm not doing anything either," she sighed. "Wouldn't it be nice to go on a double
date?" She didn't waste too much time getting to the point. Hopefully it would be
over soon.

"I'm not sure," I said shyly, looking down at the ground. It was something that
Michelle thought I did very well - something that would make me irresistible. "I've
never been on a double date.

I felt ridiculous. It seemed a bit suspicious to me that we stopped and talked in
the middle of the lunch room like we did but Michelle assured me later that I did a
fine job. I guess you couldn't argue with results. The boys jumped up from the table
to ask us out. My prospective date was practically drooling. Help!

Reggie was to be my date. He was the taller of the two by a few inches, with dark
brown hair and chestnut eyes. I guess I might call him handsome - if I was attracted
to boys. To his credit, he did greet me by name when he introduced himself, and he
didn't stare at my chest. He was very confident without being too aggressive. I wish
I could've been more like him when I was a boy.

Jamie was Michelle's date. He was about as tall as me, with sandy brown hair and
green eyes. It wasn't clear if he remembered Michelle's name since he left most of
the talking to his friend, but he seemed nice enough.

We talked about what to do and ended up with the old standby of dinner and a movie.
We could decide on a restaurant later but we did want to discuss the movie. The
latest sci-fi blockbuster was released recently and the boys hopefully suggested it.
I loved the idea, and Michelle seemed reluctant but she agreed too. I was pleased it
was decided so easily, though I couldn't help notice that Michelle was staring
daggers at me as we left the cafeteria.

She told me on the way to science class that she only agreed because it was 3 to 1
against her. She wasn't very fond of sci-fi movies. I commented that there might be
something better to do during the movie than watching it and her mood suddenly
improved. That's when I realized how inexperienced she was at dating. She knew a lot
of theory but didn't have much practice. It was a case of the blind leading the
blind. I was doomed.

It bothered me a little that I thought of kissing a boy before she did - or at all
for that matter. It would've disturbed me more if I hadn't already planned on
watching every minute of the movie. I hoped Reggie felt the same way. As it was, I
still felt conflicted. I secretly wished Michelle good luck at distracting Jamie but
I was afraid they might inspire the same behavior in Reggie. I was really looking
forward to seeing the movie.

My taste in movies hadn't changed much as far as I could tell, but I had to wonder
if I might better appreciate a 'chick flick' now that I was a girl. I had yet to be
properly introduced to them. I'd probably only seen a handful on television when I
was a boy, thanks to my mother's influence. Now that I wasn't ashamed to express
emotions, I actually started looking forward to seeing one. I made a mental note to
have a girl's night out with Michelle sometime soon, and found myself looking
forward to that more than my impending double date.

The last couple classes were a nice distraction. They helped me forget about my
date. They also helped me forget about something else that had been bothering me:
Sasha. My nemesis was waiting for me at the train station after school and she was
in top form. She came walking up to me, close enough that I could smell cigarettes
on her breath. It made me a little queasy but I stood my ground.

"Have you been avoiding me?" she said with a feral smile.

"Not in the least," I said. "I just have better things to do than trade insults with
you. I have a life."

Sasha's two lackeys hissed at that but otherwise kept quiet. They'd always been
pretty dull when I thought about all of our encounters. At least I didn't have to
worry about them. Only their leader concerned me at the moment.

"We don't have to trade insults," Sasha leered. "Maybe we could have some fun in the
girls rest room."

She was alluding to our facial sparring again, when she took advantage of my lust
for girls. It was her only weapon against me and it was effective. Today would mark
a change though. I had a new defense to try.

"Sorry to disappoint you, dear," I emphasized the last word. "But I have a date with
a boy named Reggie. You'll have to find someone else to molest."

That produced a curious reaction. Sasha's lower lip trembled and she almost looked
as if she was going to cry. I couldn't believe it. My date with a boy had actually
did some good.

My tall, fierce nemesis took a deep breath to compose herself, turned quickly on her
heel and stalked off with her lackeys in tow. They tried to ask her what was wrong
but she just growled at them to shut up and kept walking.

When I thought more about it, I couldn't believe she didn't say something about me
about having a date with a boy. I expected her to accuse me of lying at the very
least. There had to be another reason why she was so disturbed, and I suspected it
had something to do with the last word I said to her. She must really have had a bad
life. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. 

* * *

I arrived at Gwen's office without remembering the journey. It's funny how
everything can pass by without notice when you're lost in thought. My thoughts had
all centered around Jill and my dreams about her. I would finally get a chance to
talk about my biggest issue so I was very much looking forward to my therapy session
and nothing else.

I still had some minor issues in my life. I figured they'd most likely resolve
themselves without much trouble but there was one topic other than my dreams that I
wanted to discuss. I planned on mentioning my date briefly, as a kind of warm-up. I
wanted to show that I was giving the opposite sex a chance. I thought it would be a
good thing for my psychologist to hear. I should've known better. She liked it so
much she wanted to discuss it in detail. I was barely able to put her off by
promising to discuss it next time, after I had the date. There was something more
important that needed to be addressed if I was to save my sanity.

Gwen listened intently as I described my encounter with Sandy and the resulting
dreams about Jill. I mentioned being a boy when I first met Jill and then being a
girl the second time. I told her about being best friends but nothing more in spite
of loving her as much more than just a friend. It was extremely frustrating and
heartbreaking, and it was starting to wear on me. The rest of my life was falling
into place, leaving me far too much time for dwelling on it. I didn't even know if
my dream girl was real and yet I was convinced that I loved her. I ended with the
worst part of all - the part where Sandy told me that everything would work out.
Sandy teased me with a happy ending against what looked like impossible odds. It was
too much and tears of frustration trickled down my cheeks.

When my little speech was finished, Gwen looked thoughtful and didn't speak for far
too long. It was the longest five minutes of my life. I was sure my problem must be
a rare occurrence and she confirmed it, because that was the first thing she said. I
think she believed me but she didn't know how to handle it. It required some thought
so she'd have to address it in a future session, after she conferred with some
colleagues. For the first time since I met her, she didn't have an answer.

We spent most of the remaining time discussing my date. It actually turned out for
the best. Gwen approved of me dating so soon and totally agreed with Michelle's
reasons for it. I was helping Michelle as well as helping myself, and I'd be getting
valuable experience that would better prepare me for my true love later on in my
life. She refused to let go of the possibility that I would meet Jill and that
things would work out eventually, just like Sandy predicted.

"Bobbi, there are a lot of inexplicable things in this world, especially where MORFS
is concerned. Things that are fairly commonplace now were considered to be science
fiction 30 years ago. Please don't give up hope that your dreams will come true.
Hope and dreams are far too important."

Once again, Gwen knew exactly the right thing to say. She gave me hope, and oddly
enough, MORFS gave me hope. If my dreams were possible, then MORFS was my best bet
for making them come true. It also helped that I remembered to tell her about
becoming a candystriper. I was taking action to find Sandy and through her, find
Jill. She thought that was a good sign because it showed that I still had hope.

My therapy session ended well. I should make it through another week, and an extra
day this time. My next session was scheduled for Tuesday because next Monday was my
16th birthday. The plans were piling up and I'd need as much free time as I could
get. My birthday is like my own special holiday so I insisted on going out to dinner
the night of my birthday. I was also hoping to do some power shopping with Michelle
before then. I wouldn't let anything spoil that day so I was sure I could put
therapy off one day.

* * *

I decided to continue giving jujitsu a chance so I went to class Tuesday and
Thursday. Sasha was good motivation to continue in spite of her not showing up at
the train station over the next several days. Our last meeting was just too awkward
for both of us but I knew she'd be back.

I also went to the hospital on Wednesday but there wasn't much to do so I came home
early. That's when I finally decided to break the news about my date to my parents.
I imagined my father wouldn't like it so I'd been putting it off. I'd had some
intense therapy on Monday and was busy with my bad juju class on Tuesday. Now it was
time for some intense juju with my parents. It was truly intense because I did
something unheard of. I called a family meeting.

I knew better than to sit in daddy's recliner. Instead I stood and delivered a very
short speech that I'd been mentally rehearsing on the way home from the hospital.

"Mom. Dad. Please listen up. I have an important announcement. I have a double date
this Friday night with Michelle and her date. I've been asked out by Reggie Langston
and I accepted. We'll be going out to dinner and then see that sci-fi movie I told
you about. You've already said I could see the movie so I assume it's okay to go out
on this date."

My parents gave me a blank look. Then they looked at each other and smiled. I didn't
like it one bit. It was the same sort of smile I shared with my mother during our
last family meeting. That meant they were probably communicating in the same sort of
way and I was left out of the loop this time. Thankfully, my mother turned to me and
let me know that they were thinking.

"That's wonderful, sweetie. Your father and I have been discussing the possibility
of you dating for some time now. You already told me about the subject when you had
your conversation with Michelle, remember?"

"Yeah," I said warily. This was too easy. I was sure there'd be some objection or
problem. Didn't all fathers have a problem with their daughters dating?

"We only have one ground rule," my father spoke up this time. "You're to be back by
10 PM. No exceptions. Do I make myself clear young lady?"

"Yes daddy," I smiled. "Thank you daddy." Then I moved to hug him. He tensed up
briefly but relaxed soon enough for a proper hug. Mother had trained him well.

* * *

Friday night rapidly approached. The four of us daters hung out after school and
eventually agreed on pizza for dinner so everything was mostly set. The only thing
left was to decide on what to order. I loved pizza but I was very fussy about where
to go to and what kind of pizza to get. There weren't very many I liked. Luckily, my
date was very open to my suggestions.

We left from school, with Reggie driving us all to the pizzeria in his parents'
large, electron guzzling car. We had a wonderful dinner, and I didn't even have to
pay for it. I completely forgot about that part. It made me feel a little guilty -
and obligated. That was slightly disturbing, and it didn't help when Michelle passed
out after dinner mints. I declined using the excuse that it would spoil the taste of
the popcorn. I insisted on having popcorn.

The movie was rather good, though you'd never know it by the way Michelle and Jamie
were carrying on. They kissed through most of the second half. I think Reggie was
disappointed in me but he perked up when we started discussing the movie after it
was over. He seemed to enjoy the fact that he could talk about an action packed
sci-fi movie with his date without her eyes glazing over. All of us left the theater
in a good mood that night, though mine changed as we got closer to the car. I had a
debt to pay to Reggie.

"I'll have that mint now," I said quietly to Michelle just before we got to the car.
She smiled at me and handed me a mint when Reggie wasn't looking. She knew this part
of the date wasn't easy for me.

The discussion about the movie continued on the drive home, though I got a bit
quiet. I kept thinking about the good night kiss. It was actually a relief when
Reggie pulled up at my house first to drop me off. I felt relieved because it meant
that I'd get the date over with more quickly. The longer it went on, the more
nervous I got.

My anxious date got out of the car and quickly went around to open my door for me.
He was being a gentleman and I really liked the attention. I almost wish I could
feel more for him. He walked me up to my front door and then the awkward pause
started. I glanced back at the car to see Michelle giving me the thumbs up sign.
That didn't help.

"Thanks Reggie," I started things off. "I had a nice time. It was a great movie."

"You're welcome," he said. Then he hesitated. His confidence was faltering a little.
I think he really liked me and was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

It broke my heart to see him so nervous, to see that I could have that effect on
him. Boys and girls have just as much power over each other. If only they could see
it and not abuse or ignore it. I noticed it, and I refused to ignore it, so I did
the unthinkable. I kissed him. It was short and sweet but I had to do it. He
deserved that much. Besides, I wanted to see if there could ever be anything between
us. I promised Michelle and I promised myself that I'd give boys a chance. If I
could like any boy, it would be someone like Reggie.

My kiss was all he needed. He swallowed hard and finally managed to speak again.

"So," he said with a hopeful smile. "Can I call you again?"

Now I hesitated, and I'm afraid I took a little too long.

"I guess not," he said with a pained expression.

"Hey. I'm sorry. I really like you. I did have fun tonight. I'd like to go out again
as friends."

Oh no. I just put Reggie in the 'friend zone'. It really shouldn't be a bad place to
be but I'm sure it hurt nonetheless. I felt terrible. He turned and walked back
towards the car with his head hanging low. That poor boy. I had to say one more
thing that I hoped would ease his pain.


He turned and looked at me with the saddest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen. It was
difficult not to cry but I pressed on.

"This wasn't just my first double date. It was my first date ever, and my first
kiss. I didn't know what to expect and I'm not sure how I feel, but I'm trying.

I ended with a shy little smile and the most amazing thing happened. He smiled back.
It wasn't the brightest smile I've seen but it was a start. He started back for the
car with his head held a little higher, his step a little lighter. I breathed a sigh
of relief and went inside.

As soon as I closed the front door, my mother appeared out of nowhere, and over her
shoulder I saw my father walking upstairs. Of course they'd waited for me to come

My mother waited until my father was out of sight. Then the grilling began.

"Okay. Let's hear it. How did it go? Did you have fun? Did you kiss him?"

"Mother!" I huffed. "At least let me get out of the entry way and sit down."

We went into the living room and sat on the couch, and I told her all about the
dinner and movie. When I mentioned that I liked the movie and described it, it was
obvious that there was no kissing involved in the theater. Mom seemed more
disappointed than relieved like I expected. I wasn't sure if she was disappointed
because she wanted me to find someone to love or if she thought I might not like
boys. I liked to think it was the former but I was afraid of the latter. I wouldn't
tell her about Jill any time soon.

I ended my date summary by telling her about my encounter on the front porch. I
tried to make it sound dreamy and wonderful. I added a lot of sighs and closed my
eyes when I talked about the kiss. I wanted her to think I loved it. Evidently, I
went too far.

"You didn't feel a thing for him, did you." She said it as a statement rather than a
question. I was caught, but at least she didn't appear too concerned about it.

"Nope," I confessed. "Not a thing."


To Be Continued...  



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