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Rodeo Girl

... until suddenly it dawned on him that his hands were empty. I remembered the tip.

"This is for you." I whispered, pushing my right hand forward so he could pull the proffered note from between my fingers. He looked up at me and smiled. It was a sweet, sweet smile, not like any smile I had seen before.

"Oh, thanks miss, thank you, enjoy your pizza!"

"Thank you!" I said watching him turn and leave, but then furtively glance back at me.

I smiled and waved at him. He turned and ran to his bike and I closed the door and took the pizza into the kitchen. We sat at the table and the smell of the pizza was making me ravenous. I was hungry, I loved pizza, I was really looking forward to that familiar savoury cheesy tomato taste, but everything else felt so different. I cut it carefully and eat small pieces. It was the best pizza I had ever had. Mom smiled at me as I ate.

"Well, for years I've been trying to get you to improve your table manners and all of a sudden you're eating like royalty!" Mom always made me laugh, but it made me realise that it was so different being a girl! You did not want to mess up your clothes or your lipstick while you ate or drank so you ate in small bites. Your long hair could so easily end up being part of a mouthful that you had to sit up straight and bring the food to your lips or you'd end up eating your own hair. You had to do everything with so much more thought and care. Here I was cutting my pizza up into bite-size pieces and ...

... carefully placing them in my mouth, my back perfectly straight.

When we had finished, I helped Mom clean up in the kitchen. I was managing the heels well and getting used to them. We moved back to the sitting room, cleared up the gift box and wrapping paper and started watching a movie with a bottle of wine, but it was really dreadful and we both agreed that we were wasting our time. Mom switched the TV off and looked at me! I was staring at my legs, loving the nylon encasing them, adjusting to all the amazing new feelings.

"How are you feeling baby? How does it feel?" She asked.

"Nice Mom, really nice. I thought you'd be so mad with me if you ever found out and I never thought..." I couldn't finish speaking as I was choking up a bit.

"Honey, I love you so much. I just want you to be happy!" She said, grasping my hand and looking into my eyes. "I confess that I was a bit puzzled when I first noticed things, but I've always known you were not like most boys, so I was not shocked. The most important thing is that I can see how happy it makes you, and that makes me happy. To be honest I always secretly missed having a daughter and now I don't have to, as I have one."

"I suppose so." I replied, not entirely sure if I could be a real daughter for my Mom. She reigned things in a little.

"Well, a lovely son and a beautiful daughter," she said. I smiled at her, it was so wonderful the way she could read my mind.

"As you are my daughter now, we could pretend that we were ...