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look?”
    “Do it anyway. You need to see yourself for who you are.”
    No I didn’t. I wanted to shout right back, but I obeyed the order as if I had no choice. Perhaps for the first time in my life, I allowed myself to look at my prominent nipples and appreciate, not despise them. I had no problem with this sort of thing in my fantasies, why now?
    “You are one sexy woman, you just don’t realize it,” she exclaimed. Suddenly, she was on her feet, standing behind me, loosening my hair, fluffing it with her hands. The way she ran her fingers through the soft waves sent shivers through me, and I realized how aroused I’d become. I had the overwhelming desire to touch her back, but I squelched the idea. What the hell was I doing? I could feel my old self grabbing me back.
    “Oh, I don’t know.” I shook my head. “This really isn’t me.”
    “I beg to differ,” she answered, as she turned me back to the mirror with firm hands.
    “It just seems so indecent.”
    “There’s nothing indecent about enjoying your body, and letting other people enjoy it too. You’ll never get over being bored with your life unless you make some radical changes.” Her hands caressed my arms and my back, and I shivered from the touch. I couldn’t decide whether her affection was sisterly or that of a lover. I could feel the sensation all the way to my fingertips and more and more alarming, directly between my thighs. “Let’s face it, Alex, you’ve been under your mother’s thumb long enough. It’s time you discovered the real Alex under all your rules and appropriate behavior.”
    Boy, did she hit me squarely where it hurt, although I certainly wasn’t surprised by her appraisal. I was tired of living my life to please my mother. Tired of her judgment and the way I judged myself because of her. I dreamed of an exciting life – handsome men, hot sex, affairs of the heart, travel, adventure, laughing, loving, getting screwed, even if it meant a broken heart. I wanted a life! I hated who I’d become in my twenty-eight years. I was ordinary, nothing special, and I hated myself. Perhaps this could be a new start. Why not?
    “It’s time you started living your fantasies,” she pressed. “You think too much.”
    “My fantasies?” What did she know about my fantasies?
    “You told me a lot the other night, in very few words. You certainly don’t think you’re the only one with racy thoughts?”
    My mind was swimming. I felt afraid, but I don’t know when I’d been this excited.
    As I looked in the mirror and stared at my chest, I liked what I saw. There was something about me I hadn’t seen before.
    “I’ll buy it, and the jeans too,” I announced. I also chose a purple silk top with sequins around the low neckline. Jane said it was long enough to wear as a dress, but I wasn’t about to go that far. I could wear it over leggings. Then as we were leaving the dressing room, I impulsively grabbed a short denim skirt, that I initially discarded as way too outside my comfort zone.
    “Really?” I noted Jane’s look of surprise.
    “Yeah, why not?” I guess she was rubbing off on me.
    “Okay then, tomorrow night you wear the skirt and t-shirt, we’ll go out again.” I hardly flinched at the thought.
    That night, I came twice – so fast the first time that my body needed more. Rather than getting up right away after the first orgasm died away, I found the Red Rose tavern in my fantasies, arriving there on the back of a motorcycle, where in my dreams a burly biker roughly massaged my breasts and his bearded mouth fastened itself on mine. His tongue forcefully thrust its way between my lips and I could feel his warm crotch pressed tightly against me. I came quickly, before my fantasy man had a chance to remove my clothes or slide his cock inside.
    I couldn’t believe the heat of my desires. I smelled the musty odor of my hands and relished that raw perfume. This time, I didn’t wash the smell away. And the flannel