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The week before she turns 13.  At times she feels the excitement will overwhelm her. A teenager, she muses, and then speaks it aloud, “I will be a teenager”.  She laughs and hugs herself. As she continues packing she can’t help allowing fantasies of that magical number to take over her thoughts. Maybe her mother will finally allow her to wear makeup, or even better, maybe she will get to go to the mall with her friends unsupervised. She zips her duffle bag closed and then stands in front of her mirror. With a guilty look to the closed door, she turns to the side and pushes her chest out. Cupping her hands she holds them under her non existant breasts, giggling and imagining waking on her birthday to discover her boobs grew overnight. A quick glance at her clock tells her that Kristie will be here any minute to pick her up. Blowing her reflection what she thinks is a sexy “teenager” kiss (whatever THAT means) she grabs her bag, sleeping bag and stuffed bear named Blackie then heads to the living room to wait.