You better use my shower" Ok I showered quickly. I came back down and told mom I was going to bed. "Ok Son" I went to my room, damn it was cold in the...re. Mom my room and Judy's is too cold. Mom replied "Get in my bed" Mom! She said it's ok son" Oh Ok. It didn't take long to fall asleep. During the night I awoke. Mom was next to me.My mind began to wonder. Her back was facing me. I peeked under the covers, Damn she was naked. Instant Woody. I'm a 15-year-old male. My male hormones are raging. .." ...but it could mean I'm going to stop changing?" We think it likely but we won't know until it stabilises, of course."I bounced up and down - once. I decided then that it wasn't a good ideato get my large bust gyrating like that. Apart from anything else, ithurt! Whether I liked it or not, I had little option but to behave andmove in a ladylike fashion."And then what?"I was thinking ahead and wondering how they could convert me back tosomething slightly more masculine. I was fairly certain. So it was a little scary ... so we only slid into the creek once ... big deal ... the boulder we high centered on stopped us ... and it was just a little waterfall ... not much more than 10 feet ... okay ... fifteen ... maybe.There used to be a road through that swampy meadow ... I was following the stagecoach wheel ruts. We were fine. Of course ... the last stagecoach ran in 1880 ... what’s a hundred years?One thing for sure ... I’m going back for the wheel. It isn’t every day a guy finds an. I returneddownstairs.I heard a noise on the porch and looked out the window. I saw themailman. I waited a minute and he was gone. I opened the door andretrieved a letter from the mailbox. I saw that it was addressed to"Lana Thurmond." "What is this, some sort of sick joke?" I then lookedat the return address, which read "Alaina."My heart raced. I walked to the kitchen and sat at the table. I openedthe letter and read. Dear Lana: It has been about four months now since we last talked.