Pretty as a Picture

Hold still dear we are nearly done, there, pretty as a picture.

~But Mom, I keep telling you I don't want to be pretty, I'm a dude! Why won't you let me dress like one.

Nonsense,  you were a boy but since you were infected with the TG flu you have been a girl and a rather lovely one at that.  Now that you're not infectious anymore it's time you stopped moping around here and started to accepted the new you.

~I don't care what the shrink says, I hate this, I don't want to wear make-up or dresses and especially don't want to have a body that looks good in makeup and dresses, can't I just stay home tonight?

I know this must be hard for you but you know as well as do that you there is no cure for TGflu, are going to be this way for the rest of your life and the sooner you come to terms with it the happier you will be. That's all I want, for my daughter to be happy, is that too much to ask?

~Well I suppose if you put it that way... That dress is kind of nice, can I have some new shoes to go with it?

Heh, that's my girl, but hurry up, Brad will be here soon to pick you up and I'm sure you'll want to look your best when he arrives.

~Mom! I told you Brad is just a buddy, that's all.

You can't fool me little miss "we're just good friends", I've seen the way the way you look at each other. He may not know it yet but he's your boyfriend as sure as I am standing here. Just do one thing for me, if you do decide to make things physical please be careful, I'm not quite ready to be a Grandmother yet.

*blushes*

Yes Mom.