The Girls in The Mirror
Howie: That’s it, just like I showed you! Oh, you really do look so beautiful - look at the mirror.
Johnny: Wow! I look kinda grown up with all of this jewelry! But I’m not as pretty as you; not yet.
Howie: Oh, pooh. You’re seven going on sweet 16. Have you got a date for the prom yet, sweetie?
Johnny: (Giggle) You’re crazy! I mean, what boy would go to a dance with – another boy?
Howie: Honey, nowadays ,boys can dance with other boys and girls with other girls. But I don’t see any boys here – I see two pretty girls here who are going to look so pretty at my wedding.
Johnny: I can’t wait to see you in that awesome gown, Mom! But I do have one question…
How did you know that I would like dressing up as much as you have?
Helen: I love it when you call me Mom! To answer your question - I really didn’t know how you react. But I knew that, from around the time I was your age, that I really was a girl inside of a boy’s body. The only person for many years who I trusted to tell this to was Eric – who is the man I’m going to marry, and is going to be your new stepfather! I guess that even though I tried to raise you as a boy, like me, you were a girl inside.
Jessica: I love calling you Mom, and I love how being a girl has made me so happy! We get to spend all of this time together, fixing our hair, and talking about life… and BOYS… and…
Helen: Oh, so you wanna talk about boys, Jessi? Well, stick by my side, and I’ll show you some tricks along the way.
Jessica: Mom, what about that pretty lingerie set you will wear under your gown. Do they make that in my size?
Helen: Not THAT design – it’s a little risqué for your age. Hey - let’s shop tomorrow for something cute just for you!