"Alright, Stacy, now that we've got me some new clothes, let's get out
of-" you say.
Stacy interrupts blurting out and waving madly, "Hi, Brad!"
Brad Thompson? Yikes. He used to be your best bud. He's captain of
the football team, and you don't want him to see you this way. You
panic and look to Stacy for help.
She looks back at you. Brad is already moving across the mall toward
the two of you.
She says, "You go to the same school, Laura," you cringe at the name,
"you're going to have to see him sooner or later. If it makes it
easier, I won't tell him you're Larry or were Larry."
You sigh. You're tempted to turn and run, but Stacy has you wearing
high heels and you are certain to fall if you run. Jeans and heels,
what a combo? You roll your eyes.
"Hey, Stace," Brad says, "Where's Larry? I haven't seen him in weeks.
Hope he's over that flu bug." Then he notices you, "Hey, I'm Brad,
Stacy's bro is my buddy. What's your name?"
"She's Laura," Stacy answers, "And she's a bit shy. Brad, Larry," she
licks her lips and says seriously as you glare at her, "Lawrence will
never be the man he was," you can tell she's suppressing a snicker,
but Brad mistakes it for a sob.
"He's terminal?"
"Oh, let's just say neither of us with see his hairy chest or five
o'clock shadow covered chin again."
You clench your fists, and glare angrily at Stacy. The doctor had
said it might be temporary...might be. What had he told your mother
and sister?
"Anyway, we've all got to buck up," Stacy says pointedly glancing at
your crotch and then Brad's.
Damn, your bud's popping wood. It looks bigger now since you're smooth
down there. You lick your lips and look at Brad. He's consoling Stacy
but his eyes are fixed on your boobs. He's getting his boner looking
at you? This is so wrong.
"Say, Laura, I've got to go over to the post office to get stamps.
I'll be back in a couple hours, maybe you and Brad can keep each other
company. I'll meet you guys at the fountain in the middle of the mall
at 6PM."
"Wait that's 4 hours and it shouldn't take two hours to get stamps,"
you protest.
She laughs and takes off, "Take good care of Laura, Brad."
"Hey, Laura, don't worry i don't bite. Say, you wanna to grab a bite
to eat? Or maybe see a movie?"
You mutter an answer, as his broad shoulders loom over your smaller
body, and his arm drapes across your shoulder.