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finished with my cleanup, when I heard him break out in laughter. It was that deep laugh that made your clit tingle and your insides shift. That, coupled with his good looks, tattoos, muscles, and smell, was a lethal combination. I needed to leave, but for some odd reason I couldn’t. I just stood, staring, watching this amazing man laugh, angled toward the door in a semi-escape mode.
    “Will you please, please come get a glass of tea with me? It’s sweltering hot, you have a gazillion layers on and have got to need something to cool off. We can get to know each other.” He asked.

    Maybe I was still in shock, or maybe Meghan had finally gotten to me, but I found myself replying, “I like the tea at that shop towards the end of the food section, where the rides start, with the mason jars…. If that’s okay?”
    “It’s perfect,” he proclaimed and he put his arm out for me to take.
    Wow. I did, you know, take his arm. I couldn’t resist that gentlemanly gesture. He was strong, good looking and smelled great. We started walking to the tea booth, all the while him staring at me.
    “Do I look that odd? I mean, I know I am odd but really, to stare the whole time?” I asked.
    He looked startled and then ashamed.
    “It’s okay,” I claimed, “I’m used to it, I mean, look at my clothes… people see me and think freak. I am ‘that girl’, the odd, quiet, outsider. I am good with who I am.”  And there was the lie. I felt like he could see it printed in large letters across my forehead, “LIAR”. I rambled to try and make him feel better.
    “Wait, does that mean you wear a corset daily?” he asked.
    I smiled, “And there we are. Men. Yes, mostly I do. It’s called waist training. It means that even without a corset on, I maintain the shape. I like the hourglass look, hence the corset. Besides, I don’t think they are uncomfortable if you buy the good ones, and hello – automatic diet. I can put as much food as I want on my plate, and I still can’t eat it all. Winning!” I fist pumped.
    “Other days I dress in different eras. I find the clothing of the past more…accepting than that of the current.” Thankfully he didn’t ask why.
    He shook his head in quiet laughter. “How did we all miss this?” he quietly spoke to himself. He looked up at me and smiled, “I stare because you are so beautiful I lose my ability to think.” Then we started walking again, “By the way, my name’s Brock.” 
    Butterflies I didn’t know I had, took flight in my stomach, making me blush. It was a new feeling, that of being told I was beautiful. People always said I was ‘cute’ or ‘pretty’ but never beautiful. This new feeling, was this what Meghan felt all the time? If so, I could see why she would do anything to keep it. It’s powerful. Addictive. I also liked that he was the one who gave it to me.

    Brock
    How in the world did the entire class of 01’ miss this girl, now woman? How did I do what I had done to this amazing woman? And mostly, how had everyone agreed and egged it on, making it so that my simple little boy moves became something so big it couldn’t be controlled. This Teagan was absolutely stunningly beautiful. The perfect hourglass figure, rich dark red hair and clear green eyes were a killer combination. I know that, had I truly known her in high school, I would have done many a stupid thing to get her to notice me. Well, stupid yet not evil like I had.
    Yet, I don’t remember a single one of my friends sticking up for her nor do I remember her being anywhere I was. I was the captain of the football team and the girls were all over me, how in the world did I miss this gem? How did I think I needed some gimmick that nearly ended everything good to get her? I get that I may have not been everyone’s cup of tea, but even those who didn’t like me, had friends who did. This girl, she didn’t even recognize me. It’s almost like she blocked the entire time out of her memory and moved