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The Return Home
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Yin Yang
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David frowned as he listened to the voices in the living room; the =
corners of his mouth turned downward with the sound of each laugh, with =
each giggle, and the pain of frustration forced his lips to tremble and =
his eyes to water. He tried to ignore his feelings as he prepared the =
tea tray, but his efforts did little good. Laura was in the living room =
with his stepmother, and he didn't like the way things were going. =20
It had been nearly two years since he had left home, and of all the =
places in the world he could have been, he couldn't figure out why he =
was back. He'd wanted to leave this place behind forever -- along with =
its memories, both good and bad -- but Laura had insisted they visit, if =
only this once. She said it would do them both good; she didn't want to =
pry into his life, but she wanted to know more about him and, in order =
to do this, she needed to meet his stepmother. =20
Why couldn't the past stay in the past? he thought. I'm nineteen =
years old, I've got a part-time job, I'm living on my own ... and I'm =
even going to college. Isn't that enough? =20
Even though he was pouting as he arranged the cups and saucers on the =
tray, for an instant he felt a faint wave of pleasure -- as subtle as a =
summer breeze -- as the china rang together in a musical clatter. The =
additional chiming of the silver spoons reinforced the unwanted smile, =
and he suddenly remembered how that sound affected him when he was a =
little boy; it always meant something special was going to happen ... =
something that he had little if any control over. Now that he was so =
much older, it brought back a flood of forgotten memories. His face =
flushed as he thought of the number of times he had done exactly what he =
was doing at that very moment and how, as much as he now hated to admit =
it, he had so enjoyed himself.
His smile faded slightly as he turned toward the kitchen door. The =
women's voices were quiet now; maybe things weren't as bad as he =
suspected. He thought for a moment. Could he really trust Margery not =
to say anything that might embarrass him? She'd made a promise, but =
somehow her promises never seemed to work out the way he wanted.
Nervous and frustrated, the youth tried to force another smile as he =
picked up the tray and began walking toward the door. He swallowed long =
and hard before proceeding into the dining room. Beyond there, his =
stepmother and his ladyfriend would be sitting together in the living =
room, talking and waiting for him to bring the tea. He trembled =
slightly and wished for this day to be over. =20
As he entered the living room, David saw the two women sitting together =
on the sofa, side by side, as though they were old friends. They were =
both smiling at him in a way that he found frightening. His stepmother =
looked the same as always; dressed up in an expensive yet conservative =
dark suit, her hair done up in an elegant sweep and with just a hint of =
jewelry, she remained just as intimidating as he remembered. Laura, he =
noticed for the first time, was similarly attired. In fact, he realized =
just then how much the two looked alike. It was mostly in their smiles, =
he thought; mischief and trouble seemed to flow from their lips and =
eyes. =20
Laura was more than eight years older than David, closer in years to =
his stepmother than to him. He had met her in psychology class at =
college and they immediately became close friends. Recently divorced, =
she had returned to school to finish the degree she had started before =
marrying. He found her very easy to talk with, mostly because she =
didn't intimidate him like girls his own age. More importantly, she =
told him that he was a fascinating person; she was very sincere about =
this, and he was touched by her gentle interest and compassion. =20
Because of the trust that grew between them, it wasn't long before he =
confided part of his terrible secret with his new friend. What he told =
her wasn't completely the truth, but it was the only version of the =
truth that he thought she would accept. Her reaction, surprisingly =
enough, was one of complete understanding; in fact, he hadn't noticed it =
at first, but it was the same kind of acceptance he had gotten from his =
stepmother once upon a time.
Approaching the two women, the teenager tried to ignore his fears and =
he smiled with what little confidence he had remaining. That is, he =
smiled until he saw a huge album laying face down on the coffee table, =
as if someone had only just finished looking through it. Of course, =
David recognized the book immediately because it was his own, a record =
of his past, the story of his childhood; the mere sight of it was enough =
to cause him to upset the tea tray.
"David, darling, please do be careful." Margery smiled sweetly as she =
took the tray from her stepson and set it on the coffee table. "Surely =
you haven't become more clumsy since you've gone off to college?" =20
She whispered to Laura and they both giggled good-naturedly. David =
stood silently staring at the satin-covered book that lay on the table, =
his mouth dry, his eyes wide with fear. His stepmother frowned with =
concern and she took his hand and pulled him closer to the sofa. =20
"Come here, dearest, and sit down between us girls." Margery began =
pouring tea before he settled down on the sofa. "I've just had the =
nicest talk with your ladyfriend, and I think you are a very lucky boy." =
She smiled her knowing smile and turned to his friend. "Sugar, Laura?"
The younger woman nodded as she took the cup. Laura then patted the =
quiet youth on the knee and her eyes studied him with a most disturbing =
intensity. David refused to return his friend's look, and instead, he =
continued staring at the book. =20
"David, what's the matter, darling? Is something wrong?" Laura =
started to put down her cup, but the older woman gestured for her to =
drink her tea.
"Laura, dear, you'll just have to ignore his behavior," Margery said =
with a smile. "It seems that he's forgotten so much since he left home. =
I think his manners were the first thing to go when he abandoned me."
The teenager wanted to say something so badly; he wanted to shout, to =
get up from the couch, grab Laura, and run away forever. Most of all he =
wanted to know what his book was doing out for just anyone to see, but =
he was afraid to ask. Maybe if he kept quiet no one would say anything. =
Then he would be safe.
Margery continued. "You see, darling, he used to be such a joy to have =
around. Taking care of him was like caring for a little doll." She =
smiled at her stepson's horrified expression. "Oh, calm yourself, =
Daphne ... I don't know what you're so worried about." =20
David's heart stopped for a moment; he hadn't heard that name for =
almost two years, and now ... the sound of it sent a chill through his =
body. His stepmother, of course, continued without missing a beat. =20
"Your Laura understands you better than you think. Isn't that right, =
dear?" The younger woman smiled and placed her hand on his, holding it =
tightly as his stepmother continued. "I was worried about David when he =
left me. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do, but I was so =
afraid that he would meet up with the wrong people." Margery smiled. =
"He always needed someone to care for him, you know. Even in high =
school he had trouble taking up for himself."
Laura set her cup down and she moved closer to David, picking up the =
old album and turning it over so that she could see the pink satin =
cover. She began to open it, but seeing that he was upset by her =
movements, she closed the cover and placed the book in his lap.
"Honey, why don't you go through the album with me and tell me all =
about it? Your stepmother let me take a quick peek, but she said that =
you might prefer that we all look at it together." Reluctantly, David =
looked toward Laura and her expression surprised him; she was smiling in =
a way that told him that he had little choice in the matter. =20
She knows, he thought, she knows everything. =20
He swallowed with difficulty as his friend gestured toward the book, =
and he felt an odd warmth spread through his body as he made his =
decision.=20
He looked at the pink satin cover, shivering as he saw the all too =
familiar "Daphne" embroidered in the fabric, decorated with tiny ribbons =
and white velvet roses. Just looking at the delicate name before him =
sent his mind reeling, and he struggled to compose himself as the two =
women moved in closer, surrounding him, forcing him to continue. He =
opened the album, turning to the opening page.=20
The first photograph caused him to smile involuntarily. It was a =
simple snapshot of a very young child. Holding a paper bag with "trick =
or treat" written on the front, the youngster wore an old-fashioned =
dress, the skirt of which was so long that it gathered on the floor in a =
pile. The cherubic face was painted with makeup, enhancing the child's =
features for the camera; lipstick and rouge made the mouth and cheeks =
look plump, and dark mascara magnified the shining blue eyes. A huge =
feathered hat and costume jewelry completed the elaborate costume. =
David felt himself fall backward twelve years as he studied the small =
photograph. He wanted to say something to the child wearing the dress, =
but Laura interrupted his thoughts.
"Who's that? She looks adorable." Laura looked at David, waiting for =
his response; the youth squirmed with discomfort. Laura then looked =
over to his stepmother. "Margery?"
"Oh, that's our little Davy, all right." The older woman smiled a warm =
smile. "Didn't I tell you he was a doll?"
"That's Davy?" Laura looked at her young friend and giggled. "Why, =
he's absolutely adorable!" She turned back toward Margery. "How old =
was he when this was taken?"
Margery seemed pleased with Laura's reaction. "Oh, this was when he =
was still in the second grade, so he was only seven years old."
Laura looked at David with an amused expression. "Go ahead, dearest. =
Go on to the next picture."
David shivered as he turned to the next photograph. It was quite =
large, taking up the whole page. He remembered this one all too well as =
images of a past long-forgotten filled his thoughts.
The child before him was laughing and smiling, posing in a short red =
and white dress that was decorated with numerous tiny snowflakes sewn =
into the skirt. The short blond hair was set off with a huge red velvet =
bow atop the child's head, and shiny black patent leather shoes =
contrasted nicely with lace-trimmed anklets. The photograph was very =
clear, very colorful, and very professional-looking.
"I was nine years old when this was taken." David cleared his throat =
as he spoke; his mouth was painfully dry. "This was the dress Margery =
and my music teacher made me wear in the school Christmas play." He =
swallowed, his throat tightening. "I had to sing in the girls' chorus, =
so they made me dress up." He looked to his stepmother for =
confirmation, but she only smiled and shook her head.=20
"David!" The woman turned to Laura and sighed. "Honestly, Laura, I =
really don't know why he says those things." Margery picked up the =
album and touched the photograph, tracing the image of the youngster in =
the frilly costume with an elegantly manicured forefinger. "He had such =
a beautiful voice when he was little, and he loved to sing anything and =
everything. Mrs. Gilbert, his teacher, couldn't keep him quiet in music =
class, so she kept him busy with special projects." Margery giggled as =
she touched the throat of the laughing child in the picture. "When she =
asked him if he would sing in the girls' chorus in the Christmas play, =
he told me all about how he was going to have to dress up and be a girl. =
Of course, I gave no thought to it, assuming that this was his =
teacher's idea, but I should have known better. Later I discovered that =
David had told Mrs. Gilbert that it was my idea to make him wear a =
dress!" She sighed. "I never understood why he went through such a =
charade, especially after seeing the little tantrum he threw to trick me =
into having his picture taken!" =20
"Imagine that," smirked Laura.=20
"Of course, this picture is special for one other reason," said =
Margery. "We sent a copy of it overseas to his father that year, just =
before they told us he had been killed."
There was a long silence, and then Margery cleared her throat and =
pointed to the next page, which contained a series of snapshots. =20
"This is Davy and his pretty little girlfriends on stage. And here =
they are after the play." In each picture the child was smiling and =
laughing, moving with a swirl of skirts and ribbons in every pose. =
Margery smiled at her stepson. "You sure didn't want to take off that =
dress, remember?" Turning to Laura, she shook her head and giggled. "I =
had to let him wear it every day for a month."
"This doesn't make any sense at all." Laura looked at David for a =
long, quiet moment, studying his blue eyes with doubt. "Margery, I was =
told that David hated dressing up as a girl, and that you used to punish =
him by making him wear skirts and dresses."
The older woman sighed pleasantly, shaking her head from side to side. =
She turned the page to another series of photographs. =20
"Well, I can't say that I ever actually punished Davy by making him put =
on his pretties," the older woman smiled coyly. "I was never able to =
have children, you see, but I loved Davy as my very own and I tried my =
best to treat him as such." She sighed affectionately. "We often =
played 'pretend' together, digging into an old trunk of clothing for =
costumes. Sometimes we dressed up as mother and daughter, just for fun, =
mind you, and Davy would call me 'Mommy' and I would call him 'Daphne' =
and we would hold our little tea parties as if that was the most natural =
thing in the world for us to be doing." The older woman sniffed, her =
eyes shining with nostalgia. "I suppose, if anything, I may have =
encouraged him to dress up more often than he probably wanted at first, =
but he accepted it all in good grace, don't you know. Of course, once =
he began to appreciate his pretty things I often had to threaten to =
throw them away if he didn't behave properly." =20
"What about all those costume parties," blurted David, red-faced and =
tearful. "You always made me dress up so you could show me off to your =
friends," he said in a strangled voice.
"Well, that may be true," Margery smiled coyly. "On the other hand, =
darling, you must admit that you never did protest very much. Here, =
Laura, look at this and tell me if it looks a little boy who's being =
punished." =20
She touched a snapshot showing the same youngster blowing out candles =
on a birthday cake. Surrounded by several smiling children, all dressed =
in gaily colored outfits, the child was attired in a bright blue party =
dress that consisted completely of ruffles and lace. A bright ribbon =
pulled the curly blond locks up in a feminine sweep, leaving tiny =
ringlet curls to frame the smiling face. There were ten candles on the =
cake. =20
Laura shook her head. "It doesn't look like a little boy at all to =
me."
"Well, it most certainly is," Margery giggled as her stepson trembled =
with embarrassment. "We had such a wonderful time at that party.... =
And look here, Davy had just turned twelve when this was taken. Isn't =
he just precious?" =20
She pointed to a snapshot of the same child, now slightly older, =
reclining in a bathtub filled with soap suds past chin level; the blond =
hair was up in curlers, and the young face was smiling with delight. =20
"Poor thing," sighed Margery. "He tried his best to be like other =
boys, but he couldn't help it. He hated playing 'war' and baseball and =
such rough games... instead, he spent most of his time helping me around =
the house." Turning to Laura, she smiled. "You should know that Davy =
is a wonderful cook and he was a born seamstress." =20
She turned to a photograph of a very pretty teenager standing in a =
flower garden; the child wore a simple sundress, and the flaxen hair was =
braided and the feet were bare. As in the other pictures, there was =
that smile of childish delight. =20
"We made that dress together," the older women noted. "Daphne... I =
mean, Davy, did most of the work."
Margery slowly turned the pages of the album, passing by dozens of =
pictures of the pretty teenager and his happy smiles. The clothing he =
wore was as varied as the scenes themselves; there was one photograph of =
him standing in front of a church in a fancy Easter outfit, another =
showed him working in the flower garden dressed in a dainty sunsuit, and =
still another had him helping in the kitchen with a ruffled pinafore =
over a frilly dress. There was even one picture of the youngster posing =
prettily on a beach towel in a girlish bathing suit; Margery lingered by =
this one for a moment, shook her head fondly and sighed before =
continuing.
The final photograph in the book was a studio portrait of the youth =
posing with an older woman, the two subjects sitting close together and =
holding hands. The woman was expensively dressed in a plain black suit, =
with only a hint of jewelry showing; her makeup was impeccable and her =
hair was up in an elegant sweep. The teenager wore a delicate-looking =
skirt and sweater ensemble; the skirt was of a bright tartan plaid and =
the sweater of soft cashmere. A frilly blouse peeking from beneath the =
sweater provided a touch of lace at the throat and wrists, and knee =
stockings and saddle shoes completed the outfit. The short blond hair =
was brushed out in a boyish style and the lipstick and makeup were =
hardly noticeable. =20
"Daphne was barely fifteen when we had this made." Margery looked at =
David with a sympathetic smile. "High school was particularly hard on =
my little darling. Like I said before, he wanted so much to be like =
other boys, and every now and then he would tell me that he had grown =
out of his dresses and skirts, and I would put them away where he =
couldn't find them. But no matter how hard he tried not to, he always =
came back to me and begged for his pretties to be returned." The older =
woman looked sad. "No matter how badly things went at school, he always =
knew he could come home and play 'dress up'." =20
David's body burned with shame and he felt a strange dizziness sweep =
over him. There was nothing he could say to deny his stepmother's =
words. Everything she said was true, and he thought briefly about how =
much more there was to be told ...
... he remembered the Saturday mornings when he would dress up in his =
pretty clothes and play with his dolls; the nights when he would steal =
into his stepmother's bedroom and borrow her gowns and panties to sleep =
in; the afternoons alone when he tried on her lingerie ... the longline =
girdles, the brassieres and slips ... standing in before the dressing =
mirror for hours on end, admiring the seductive reflection before him. =20
... most of all, he remembered the powerful excitement of dressing up; =
the joy of getting a new dress and putting it on and showing it off to =
his stepmother; how, in the guise of a girl, he would accompany his =
guardian on shopping trips for clothes and dolls and visits to the ice =
cream parlor ... and how no one would suspect that, beneath all the =
ribbons and lace, he was a boy; how wonderful he felt when everyone =
treated him as if he were actually a girl; and how, at night in the =
privacy of his bedroom, he would become so aroused that he would =
masturbate until it hurt. =20
The mortified youth looked at Laura, hoping that what he was about to =
say would make things better. Judging from the expression on her face, =
nothing could make things worse.
"Laura, I'm sorry I lied to you." David could feel sweat running down =
his back. Laura remained silent, waiting for him to continue. He =
turned to face his stepmother, giant tears burning his eyes. =20
"Margery, I'm so sorry. I told Laura that you punished me when I was =
little by making me dress up. I even told her that you made fun of me =
and that you beat me. I'm sorry." He thought he was about to lose =
control of himself. "But I was afraid if I told her the truth, she'd =
misunderstand." He tried to laugh as he turned to face Laura. "I mean, =
none of my friends ever understood me, so why should you bother to try? =
Who wants to be around somebody like me?"
Hearing the tremor of truth in his voice, Laura allowed her emotions to =
thaw, to turn warm and sympathetic; she wanted to believe him, but how =
far should he go. =20
"David, why did you tell me anything at all?" she asked. "You could =
have kept quiet, and then you wouldn't have had to lie to me."
He shrugged. "I had to tell you something. I don't know why, but I =
did. Especially after I got to know you. I wanted to share something =
with you that was special to me, and dressing up and pretending to be a =
girl was the most important thing that ever happened to me. But, =
because of the way everybody else treated me, I didn't want you to think =
it was my fault, so I made up that story about Margery being mean to =
me." He felt so ashamed. He placed his hands over his face and he began =
to sob. "I'm really sorry. I promise I am. I've tried to change. I =
thought I would be able to leave everything behind me. I really thought =
I could."
After listening to all this, Margery finally interrupted. "Davy, =
darling, listen to me. You've never done anything to be ashamed of and =
I really don't think you have anything to worry about. As a matter of =
fact, you may be a lot luckier than you suspect. Why don't you give =
your friend here a chance?" The older woman set her tea down on the =
tray, stood up, and brushed the wrinkles from her expensive dress. =
"Come along and see whether I'm right."
The nervous teen followed Laura and his stepmother through the old =
house, and he felt weak as familiar images appeared in his thoughts, =
sparked by the sight of various objects as he made his way .... =20
... there was the old stairway where he used to play with his dolls; at =
the top of the stairs was the window seat where he used to sit around in =
his pretties and read fairytales and daydream; beyond that was the giant =
hall mirror in front of which he used to stand and pose, giggling in his =
girlish costumes for hours at a time; over there was the doorway to his =
parents' bedroom behind which he learned so much about dressing up by =
simply watching his stepmother; and finally, there was the door to what =
had been his old room, closed, mysterious, inviting. =20
He felt challenged. Margery stopped at that doorway, turned to face =
David, and then she quietly opened it, allowing both her stepson and his =
ladyfriend to enter the sweet, musty smelling darkness. =20
He blinked for a moment as he turned on the light, and then he looked =
around his old bedroom and he marveled at what he saw. It was hard to =
believe. Everything was the same. Nothing had been moved or touched. =
Everything was in its proper place. It was amazing; his stepmother had =
kept all of his old things, everything, just as he left them over two =
years ago. The frilly old canopy bed, the vanity, his dolls and his =
stuffed animals, all exactly as he remembered them. He started toward =
the wardrobe, but Margery stopped him by touching him on the shoulder, =
turning him to face a large framed portrait hanging over the =
old-fashioned four-poster bed. He looked up and gasped. =20
"Do you remember this?" his stepmother asked. Entranced by an =
onslaught of forgotten memories, he nodded and wept.
He was seventeen when his stepmother took him for this final portrait. =
Freshly graduated from high school and bound for college, he had =
promised himself that this was to be the last of his pretty pictures ... =
=20
...as always, Margery wanted everything to be perfect; David even let =
her talk him into letting her give him a permanent, but he secretly =
promised himself that he would cut all his curls before leaving home. =
The dress was bought from the boutique where he shopped as a young boy =
for pretty things to wear; the manager had always been sympathetic when =
it came to outfitting the youngster in girlish things, and she became =
even more understanding now that he was nearly eighteen years of age. =
The dress she found for his final portrait was quite simple in its =
elegance; it was a creation of white organdy and crinoline, with a =
ruffled collar, long puffed sleeves, and a modest hemline. Both =
stepmother and son were very pleased.
... the day of the photography sitting was filled only with excitement =
and happiness. He got up extra early that morning, impatient because =
his hair had been set the night before and he was dying to see himself =
with his new curls. Following a quick breakfast, he took a long, =
luxurious bubble bath, after which he covered himself with talcum powder =
and sprayed himself thoroughly with perfume. Then the teenaged boy put =
on a complete set of frilly feminine underthings, including a pair of =
skimpy lace panties and a matching training brassiere, a girdle, a slip, =
and a pair of sheer silken stockings; he took his time as he fastened =
the stockings to the garters, one by one. After that, David slid his =
stockinged feet into an expensive pair of white high-heeled pumps which =
set off his shapely legs very nicely, and he stood before the dressing =
mirror for a while, savoring what he saw.=20
... finally, Margery joined him, and the tiny hair curlers were =
carefully removed and the blond locks were brushed, styled, and sprayed =
into place. His face was lightly painted with rouge, eye makeup, and =
lipstick, and his nails were polished a bright pink. The boy then =
stepped into his frilly new dress, trembling with impatience as his =
stepmother adjusted the fit and closed the fastenings. A delicate gold =
chain was draped around his ruffled throat, suspending a heart-shaped =
locket, and a tiny gold ring with a similar heart was placed on his =
finger. With makeup, manicure, and jewelry, his appearance set the =
illusion of an attractive young debutante awaiting her escort. In his =
special costume, seventeen year old David felt more alive and more happy =
than ever before....
Laura was stunned. She stood there and studied the portrait for a long =
time. =20
"This is beautiful! Is this why your hair was so short when I first =
met you?" David nodded sheepishly. "Well, to be quite honest, I think =
I prefer you this way. Perhaps if you dressed this way all the time, =
you wouldn't have reason to lie me." =20
Laura then turned to David's stepmother. "The first time I noticed =
your son, he was wearing an old leather jacket and boots. He didn't =
seem as tough as he looked when I talked with him, and I suspected he =
was trying to be something he really wasn't... but I would never have =
guessed...." She looked at her young friend and she smiled as he bit =
his lip. "You never should have been allowed to wear trousers. What a =
waste. What a pitiful waste."
Margery smiled. "It doesn't have to be, my darlings." She giggled. =
"It doesn't have to be ... never, ever again ...."
* * *
David smiled as he listened to the voices in the living room; the =
corners of his mouth turned upward with the sound of each laugh, the =
pain of concentration forcing his lips to tremble and his eyes to =
squint. He drew the lipstick across his mouth with great care, working =
hard not to ruin his hard work with a momentary slip of the hand. He =
smiled, puckered, and he smiled again.
He felt content; he had finally gotten the chance to look in his old =
wardrobe, and for some reason he wasn't at all surprised to see that it =
was still filled with all kinds of pretty clothes, from the tiny dresses =
and costumes that he loved to wear when he was little, to the last few =
feminine outfits he wore as a teenager. Even the dresser drawers still =
contained old nightgowns and underthings. The only things absent were =
his boyish school clothes; his stepmother had thrown all those things =
out after he left home, but for some reason he didn't seem to mind. =20
What truly amazed David was that many of his pretty clothes still fit =
him; even after nearly two years he hadn't changed as much as he =
thought, and there was plenty for him to wear. The youth smiled =
dreamily as he thought about how nice it felt to be shed of his rough =
denims and boots, and he wondered why he had ever wanted them so badly. =
Carefully, gingerly, he stood up, trying his best not to fall down in =
the high-heeled pumps, and he walked over to the huge dressing mirror =
that dominated one corner of the bedroom. The rustling of the dress and =
the tickling of lace against his legs excited him. His pulse quickened =
as he approached the looking glass. =20
The young girl in the mirror opposite him smiled, welcoming him home. =
Nearly twenty years of age, she was clad in a simple, yet elegant frock =
of organdy and crinoline, the hemline reaching just below her stockinged =
knees. David was fascinated with how familiar she looked; her face was =
soft and pink, her huge blue eyes accented by shades of mascara and eye =
shadow, her mouth made larger by the bright-colored lipstick coating her =
lips; her hair had been curled and teased and lacquered into place; her =
fingernails were coated with pink lacquer. As he breathed in the =
fragrance of her perfume, he felt himself becoming aroused ... =
physically, emotionally ... spiritually ....
Beyond the mirrored image of the young girl stood two women, both =
smiling with pride at the feminine creature before them. The oldest of =
the two approached the girl from behind; in her hands was a thin gold =
chain suspending a locket in the shape of a heart. David watched as the =
chain was draped over the girlish head and the locket fell into place =
below the frilly collar; the boy shivered with excitement as something =
tickled his own neck. The younger of the women took the girl by the =
hand, and a delicate ring was slipped over a pink painted nail, sliding =
up to fit the feminine finger perfectly. With tears of release, David =
looked down at the girl's fragile hands and he saw that they were his =
own; he had finally returned home, and he knew that he would never leave =
again ....
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some reason he didn't seem to mind. =20
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