Love is Grand

"And I didn't think you'd mind wearing dresses and makeup -- you said as much in your blog, sweetie," Sarah smiled.

Maddie gasped. "Nobody knew about that. And I only wanted to see what girls clothes felt like -- not to be a girl."

"Grandmothers know, baby"

"Michael... I had no idea," Pamela gasped.

"I think our girl didn't know herself, not until she began living as pretty teenage girl here in Beverly Hills. She was already very fair and pretty for a male -- it's a family trait, Pamela."

Sarah then turned back to Madeline. "Dearest Madeline, do you know that you are probably the most beautiful 17 year old girl in Southern California? You wear only the finest in designer fashions, your figure is lithe with precious little curves, you carry yourself with grace and confidence women 10 years older often cannot pull off. There's really only one 'male' characteristic you have left."

Madeline blushed and looked down at her lap. "Sometimes, he.. reminds me that I'm still a... boy."

"He, Madeline? Do you mean Kyle?" Sarah asked with a slightly wicked grin..

"Kyle," Maddie breathlessly repeated his name.

She closed her eyes and thought back to their first date -- her first date, as a girl at least. As a boy, Mike had only been only blind dates that could only be described as forgettable. There was no forgetting Kyle Machado, who only the coolest and hunkiest young star of that sitcom about the teenagers from the Midwest who were always quoting Shakespeare. Kyle had picked her up in his Porsche, they dined at Wolfgang's, and danced the night away at the strip. Maddie shuddered as she remembered losing her will in his dark eyes, the taste of his tongue that slipped between her soft lips, and how her hormones raced as she pressed the newest gifts from grandmother -- surgically enhanced breasts -- against his muscular chest -- as he caressed her chemically rounded seat.