Carson, and she doesn't catch it this time."She finally looked shocked."Don't you lie to me, Bobby Newman!" Her voice was much higher than usual."I'm ...not lying, Mrs. Carson," I said. I was in so deep, it just didn't matter if I told the truth."This is so wrong," she moaned."Why? You're a beautiful woman. I'm a guy. I can't help but want to see you." You're so young," she whispered."A hundred years ago I'd already be married," I pointed out. "We talked about that in school last week."There was a. I was happy that my lover had given me this body, but I knew they wouldn’t understand. I fumbled for a response for a moment as I threw my nightgown back on, some silly hope in the back of my mind trying to believe it’d help, only to have her open the door suddenly, apologizing and saying it was an emergency. I stammered for a moment, but she just moved past me and sat down, trying to shoo me out all the while.I exited a bit confused. Had she been so rushed that she just hadn’t noticed? Was. I was still reassuring her when she fell asleep.Some habits are hard to break. I had been up all night at Kwajalein. In Honolulu, we went to bed at 3:30 AM. I was up again at 7:00 AM. My call to Schofield Barracks was quickly routed to General Buehrle himself. It was going to be that sort of day. After listening to the Cliff notes version, his reaction was the same as mine would have been. "Damn, Richards, are you sure you want to be married to that?" I told him to read Cordelia's Honor by LM. Next comes the bra. Mom buys me a new bra every few monthsbased on how large of a bra size a "girl" my age should have growninto. The cups are filled with a flesh colored gel, while the bra itsself is the same blue color as my panties. If I had to guess I'd saythat I was now a B cup, but then again I'm really not sure how thatsize crap works.With that down I find that today mom's left me a denim miniskirt andwhite blouse to wear today. In the past mom used to let me wear shortsand jeans, but.