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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela Chapter 13a TG Femdom
Date: Sat,  7 Apr 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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Author's note:  After reading this, some of you may wonder if what happens 
here is necessary. Let me assure you: it is necessary, though it may be some 
time until it becomes evident. Enjoy, Pamela



               Charlotte's Niece

                    by Pamela

            (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)

      (c) 2001 by Pamela. All rights reserved.



Chapter 13

I saw that Charlotte had changed her outfit. She she was now wearing a skin 
tight black leather skirt, and a light gray shear tank top that tightly 
gripped her large breasts.  She had on gray tinted pantyhose and black high 
heels.  There was a black leather choker around her neck and a black leather 
bracelet around her right wrist.  Her face looked preoccupied and I was  
certain that Ethel hadn't prepared her for the presence of a girl sitting in 
her living room.  Despite my inner fear, I forced myself to put on the 
happiest and  most affectionate smile I could muster.  When finally 
Charlotte noticed me, I watched the dawning of surprise on her face. She 
clearly did not recognize me,  since she seemed puzzled and she turned to 
Ethel as if to get an explanation.

"It's me!" I called out, unable to contain my excitement any longer, "It's 
me Vickie!"

Charlotte's face filled with confusion and then a trace of consternation, 
like she was straining her memory trying to figure out where she knew me 
from.

I got up and came towards her smiling, "Aunt Charlotte! It's me Vickie! Your 
niece!"

I looked over smiling at Ethel and saw that she was also smiling and 
intently looking at Charlotte.

I was now standing in front of Charlotte, and I looked up into her eyes and 
felt bubbly with excitement. This was more fun than I had even imagined. I 
was going to love being Vickie!  I started to giggle slightly.  "Aren't I 
pretty!" I said feeling a wave of affection for Charlotte.

I saw Charlotte's expression jump to a smile, then suddenly to a frown. She 
let out what I suppose would be called a grunt, "Greg!"

It was an awful sound. She was staring at me with eyes that got so intense 
they seemed to emit some kind of crystal clear radiation. Her lips formed  a 
snarl.

"Aunt Charlotte! Ethel, Aunt Ethel and I wanted to surprise you! I'm 
pretending to be Vickie. So I can be your niece, at least for awhile!"  I 
came up closer to her as if to give her a hug. She took a step back and spit 
out, "you pervert."

"Aunt Charlotte! No! You've got it wrong! I'm Vickie! I want to apologize 
for what I said before! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Aunt 
Ethel and I thought I could make it up to you by being Vickie. You were 
right about me! I did want to be a girl. I wanted to be your girl. I wanted 
to be your niece!"

"How cruel," Charlotte said, "and I thought you were vicious before. This is 
just beyond my imagination."  The words were eerily quiet and I had to 
strain to hear them.

I looked at Ethel, and I saw she was paralyzed in confusion.

"See how pretty I am. Aunt Ethel helped me make myself up to be pretty. And 
I just adore Vickie's dress. It fits me like it was made for me! And see how 
Aunt Ethel cut my hair, and we went out and bought some,"  I pointed at my 
bust, "you know what's, so I could have a figure and be pretty for you. And 
I so much want to have you forgive me for what I said before. I do want to 
be your niece, if you'll let me!"

"Get out," Charlotte said in the tiniest whisper.

"No please, Aunt Charlotte. You're not understanding what I said. I'm not 
trying to hurt you, or make fun of you."

"Get out," Charlotte repeated.

I looked again at Ethel, "Aunt Ethel will tell you, she said you would fall 
in love with me as Vickie." I felt tears coming on.

"I have never seen such a display of cruelty. Now get out!" Charlotte's 
voice was getting louder.

"Aunt Ethel! Say something to Aunt Charlotte! Explain our plan!"

"Charlotte," Ethel said softly, but Charlotte didn't turn to look at her.

"Aunt Charlotte!" I said and tried to embrace her. She knocked my hands away 
and I started crying. "Aunt Charlotte. I can be Vickie! Please let me be 
Vickie. I'm sorry, you just don't understand!"

"Get out and don't ever come back!" Charlotte said distinctly.

I fell to my knees in front of her and tried to hold onto her around her 
leather skirt, but she shoved me away. "Aunt Charlotte, don't throw me out. 
I'll be Greg! I'll take off the dress! I didn't mean to hurt your again!" I 
collapsed to the floor and grabbed a  hold of her feet. She tried to kick me 
away and suddenly I felt a blow of her shoe on  my lip and I let go.

"Now get up and get out," Charlotte said and she grabbed my hand and yanked 
me up onto my feet.  I wobbled for a moment getting used to the heels and  
then steadied myself.

She dragged me towards the door of the apartment and suddenly Ethel came to 
life.

"Charlotte, don't throw out the boy, it was my idea!"

Charlotte had a vice like grip on my hand and though I tried to resist as 
best I could, she had no trouble forcing me towards the door.

"You ugly thing," Charlotte snapped at me. With her free hand  she opened 
the front door.  "ETHEL!" I yelled, completely hysterical now. "Shut up and 
get out!" Charlotte said in a steady voice and gave me enough of a shove to 
have me land against the wall on the other side of the corridor.  I fell to 
the ground, and lay there  silently except for my heaving tears. Charlotte 
looked me in the eye and said, "don't ever come back here again," and she 
reentered her apartment slamming the door behind her.


*******************


I lay on the ground in my dress with my bosom rising and falling in great 
sobs. It was all a huge misunderstanding. It had to be. How could Ethel be 
so wrong? And what was Ethel doing? Why did she allow Charlotte to throw me 
out. Where was she now? I stood up. My arm hurt from the wrenching Charlotte 
had given it and I shook it to ease what felt to be a cramp in my tricep. 
Inside the apartment I heard loud voices.  Ethel and Charlotte were having a 
heated argument.  I put my ear to the door and listened to see if I could 
make out the words. It was too indistinct, but it was clear that Charlotte 
was doing most of the talking.

It was a mistake to rely on Ethel for anything. She must be a dimwit I 
thought. To even think for one second that Charlotte had any compassion for 
me was ridiculous. And now Ethel is so stupidly afraid she just let me get 
thrown out into the street!  I have to get out of these clothes, that was 
for sure. But I had no money or anything. There was no one nearby who would 
help me.  I couldn't go to Linda's all dressed up like Vickie! That wouldn't 
make a lot of sense! The only thing I can do is get Charlotte to let me 
change back into Greg and get my money. Then I'll call my mom and dad long 
distance.

I rang the doorbell and waited.  I was about to ring again when I heard the 
clip-clop of shoes coming toward the door. It opened and Charlotte was 
standing there. "Let me make myself clear. If you don't get away from here, 
I'll make sure you regret it."

"But Charlotte, I need my things! My wallet!"

She slammed the door in my face just as I saw Ethel coming toward me from 
the living room.  I  couldn't believe it. Not even my wallet? I heard a lot 
of shouting. They must be standing just on the other side of the door. I 
listened with my ear to the door and I could easily hear what they were 
saying.

"He can stay with me!" I heard Ethel say and I felt suddenly hopeful. Why 
hadn't I thought about that? She had an apartment somewhere in the building. 
She certainly owed it to me!

"I will not have him in this building. And I will not have him coming in 
between us!"

"But  its not fair to Lillian!"

"Lillian created such an evil creature. She'll understand what had to be 
done!"

"The boy's not evil!"

"He took Vickie away from me! Then he laughs in my face saying he's Vickie! 
You know Vickie, she'd never do that to me, not after everything I've done 
for her!"

"It was my idea. I thought that you could better deal with him as a girl. 
He's such a girl anyway. You saw that yourself.  You know he's not really a 
boy. I never had to twist his arm to get him into a dress. He'd be an 8 year 
old girl if we gave him half the chance!"

"Thats enough! He's not my Vickie and I won't tolerate him around me!"

"What will happen to him?"

"It doesn't really matter does it?"

"Charlotte!"

"Its the Village, Ethel. He'll fit right in."

"He'll get you arrested for child abuse!"

"On what basis?"

"Throwing him out on the street!"

"I'm supposed to let him steal my clothes? Let him be insolent and hurtful? 
If anyone would get arrested it would be Lillian! I opened up my home to him 
and he has been nothing but disgraceful."

I started crying all over again.  This was so unfair. I rang the bell again. 
Charlotte had to know how unfair this was. To just blame me for everything. 
To blame my mom! Charlotte was the sicko, the pervert. She should be locked 
up! I rang the bell again. Then again. Then kept on ringing it.

The door flew open and Charlotte was standing there as hateful as ever.

"I'm sorry," I said and began backing away.

"I told you to stay away. What does it take to get you to understand?"

"I have nowhere to go," I said.

Charlotte grabbed me by the neck and dragged me back into the apartment.

"Ill go back to being Greg!" I said. To my horror, I saw Charlotte taking me 
toward where the belt was lying on the sofa.

`I'll teach you to ring my door bell."

"Don't Charlotte," Ethel said, "I beg you!" and she took a step toward 
Charlotte.

"Shut up, Ethel, get away!" Ethel backed off.

"It must be the sedative Charlotte! It's making you crazy. You'll regret 
hitting him tomorrow! Remember!"

"You're not my Vickie," Charlotte said as she brought me toward the sofa.  I 
started to struggle to break free, but I was no match for her. She sat on 
the edge of the sofa and shoved me   stomach first across her knees so my 
head hit into the carpeting.  I frantically struggled and screamed, "LET ME 
GO! I'LL GO! I WONT RING THE BELL." Charlotte held me down with her left arm 
across my back. My cheek  was laying on the carpet and one of my hands held 
on to her high heeled shoe and the other was under the sofa. Charlotte 
raised up her left leg and used it  to clamp down on my  kicking legs, and 
then with her right hand, she lifted up my skirt and draped it up and over 
until I could feel it on the back of my head.

"Vickie's slip also!" Charlotte said, and she  lifted up my slip and then 
roughly pulled down my pantyhose and panties, until my naked  bottom was 
exposed. "NO!" I screamed, but Charlotte began whipping me hard. There was a 
loud "thwacking" sound as each blow hit. "Thwack, thwack, thwack." I 
helplessly tried to free myself from her powerful grasp but it was useless. 
The blood was running into my head and I felt a little dizzy. "Thwack, 
thwack, thwack." Each blow gave a piercing pain. I felt faint and then went 
limp and Charlotte swung her arm again and again on my rear. "Thwack, 
thwack, thwack."

"Oh, my God!" I heard Ethel say, " how horrible. You must stop Charlotte!"

Limply I lay there with a terrible burning sensation on my bottom. My nose 
was filled with fluid and I could barely breathe.

"Thwack, thwack, thwack."

"I see blood!" Ethel yelled and  Charlotte suddenly stopped.  She threw the 
belt onto the chair and pushed me off her leg so I dropped to the ground at 
her feet.

"Now pull up your panties and hose and get the hell out of here!"

I struggled to my feet and yanked up my panties while attempting to run to 
the door.  The pantyhose were at my knees and I stumbled and sprawled onto 
the ground.  Fearfully I looked back at Charlotte, and then got back up 
again, reached the front door and left the apartment.

*******************************************

Outside in the hall again, I stood up and reached under my dress and slip to 
lift up my panties. My bottom was on fire. I could barely stand the pain. I 
pulled up the pantyhose and hobbled down the hall away from Charlotte's 
door. Not far away was the indoor emergency stairway, and I entered it and 
gently lay down on the stairs on my side to avoid sitting on my bottom.  An 
uncontrollable wave of tears swept over me and I fought for breath as my 
chest heaved up and down. What can I do? What can I do? I wanted to be with 
Lei so badly I could burst. I'll have to call my mom and dad, but I didn't 
have the phone number. There's   no way to contact them.  I shivered in 
terror. I want my mommy, I thought, and began crying again.

After awhile I calmed down and took note of my surroundings.  The stairwell 
was gray colored and smelled strongly of paint.  There was a neatly stacked 
up hose and nozzle sitting on a rack attached on the wall next to a thick 
red pipe running from floor to ceiling.  Probably very few people ever took 
the stairs. I could stay here for awhile.  Maybe Ethel will come to get me 
and take me to her place. Probably she'll first have to argue with 
Charlotte, but eventually she'll come. Thats what I heard her say.

I laughed to myself, I guess I have a plan now. Its probably a good plan. 
I'll listen for the door opening and then wait for Ethel's footsteps.  Maybe 
she'll call the police on Charlotte. It must be illegal to throw me out. 
Just cause I wore some girls clothes. I had permission anyway. I was doing 
it for her. Its not fair. I found myself starting to cry again and told 
myself I had better not think about fair or  not fair since It wasn't going 
to help the situation. All I have to do is wait for Ethel.  First thing is 
to take a look at my bottom and see how bad it is. I wonder how much blood 
got onto my panties.

I twisted around to look at the rear of my dress to see if there was any 
blood. I couldn't see it very well so I grabbed the rear hem of the skirt 
and moved it around toward  the front and looked carefully. It didn't seem 
like there was any blood, but I couldn't see it too well.  Maybe I should 
take off the dress to look, but what good would it do me anyway?  I got up 
and opened the stairway door a crack and listened. There was a wooshing 
sound of air blowing through the apartment hallway. I tiptoed down the hall 
to listen outside Charlotte's apartment again. There was some faint talking 
inside. Good, Charlotte was calm. Maybe Ethel was going to give her another 
sedative and then for sure she'd come looking for me. She must be terribly 
worried about me. But she knows how smart I am, so she probably knows that 
I'll be waiting.

I went back to the stairway and waited some more. There was no window and I 
had no idea of the time. It must be about 4 o'clock in the afternoon I 
thought. It occurred to me that maybe Linda could help me. If I could just 
get a chance to explain what happened to her, she'd understand. Probably 
she'd call the police for me.  I thought of walking up to her floor and 
looking for her, but then what if Ethel was looking for me?  I had better 
give Ethel some time.  I lay down  and curled up in a little space 
underneath the stairway as it hooked around. I'm sure that any minute Ethel 
will be calling my name. I concentrated on listening for her voice.

It was nice to be able to have the skirt covering my legs. This was a very 
pretty dress and dumb Charlotte gave it away in her anger.  Boy is she a 
psycho. It'll be great to see her in prison. I imagined the police knocking 
on her door and arresting her. She'd probably try and spank the policeman, I 
thought, and chuckled to myself. Where or where is Ethel! Its way too long. 
She must be dying to find out where I am.

Suddenly I was gripped by fear. What if she never comes. What if Charlotte 
murders her? What if Ethel doesn't really care about me! What did she mean 
that I'm just an eight year old girl? She's probably laughing at me. She and 
Charlotte are probably laughing at me. They would just tell the policeman 
that they caught me dressing up in their clothes and told me to go on home!  
I started to cry again. What time could it be? I could ring Charlotte's door 
bell and then run away. That would drive her crazy. But she might catch up 
to me and then she'd probably whip me for an hour. I'd have to spend the 
rest of the summer standing!

I heard a noise  out in the hall. There was a slam of a door. I heard the 
clip clop of heels on the linoleum of the hallway. The sound had come from 
the direction of Charlotte's apartment and was now past me  heading toward 
the elevator.  I peeked my head out from the doorway to see who it was.  
There was a man and a woman, it was Charlotte's neighbors at the very end of 
the hall. They must be going out for the evening.

I couldn't stand the tension anymore. I'll have to run on up to Linda's I 
decided. I began walking up the stairs. Around and around, cautiously 
listening for people. It certainly wasn't very hard to wear heels. I 
wondered why some girls make a fuss about it. Though, maybe these heels 
aren't very high.  With each step I could feel my breasts bounce a little in 
the bra, and there was a faint rustling in my skirt. I'll have to get out of 
these clothes,  but I won't necessarily be too happy about it. My mom would 
never let me keep the dress.

Finally I got to Linda's floor and stuck my head out in the hallway and 
looked up and back. It was empty.  I walked quietly to her door and stood 
outside of it. I have to ring the bell and surely Linda or her mom and dad 
will help me. I reached my hand up toward the bell and then stopped. Maybe 
her parents won't believe me, or maybe Linda would be sick and tired of all 
my dressing up games. My stomach felt terribly nervous. I bet I've just 
missed Ethel. Maybe I should run back downstairs and see if she's there! I 
turned to go away and then went back to the door. I've got to be grown up 
now. I've got to do the right thing. I could imagine my dad saying, "you 
stupid idiot why didn't you just go to one of the neighbors! You'd been 
abused!"  I rang the bell and waited. Nothing. I rang it again. Nothing. 
God, no one's home! I walked back to the stairway. Just before I got there I 
heard the elevator come to a stop and the doors begin to open. I quickly 
entered the stairwell and listened. I heard loud talking and I recognized a 
voice. It was Linda! Overjoyed, I started to go out when I suddenly heard 
Mike's voice. I froze in my tracks. "Shit!" I cursed to myself. They'll be 
together all evening!   I hurried back downstairs to resume waiting for 
Ethel. But what if I missed her?

At Charlotte's floor, I listened again and heard nothing. It must be near 
evening I realized. I need to find the time. And I also realized that I had 
to find a bathroom to pee in.  I continued on down the stairs to the lobby 
level. I could hear lots of voices and I quickly continued  further down 
into the basement. Maybe there's a bathroom down here, I thought. The 
basement corridor was deserted. There was kind of a grungy smell, like old 
wet ashes. A howling sound of wind was loud in my ears, but I couldn't feel 
any wind blowing.  At one end of the hallway was an exit sign. I walked to 
it and opened the door. It led to an alley way on the side of the building 
with steps going up to the street level. It was dark outside. I must have 
been hours and hours in the stairway. I was hungry and I had to pee really 
bad.  I wondered how my face looked. I bet all the make up had run.  It 
didn't look like many people ever used the basement door. On a weekend the 
janitor was probably away. It occurred to me that I could keep the door 
jammed open and I could find a bathroom and then come back. But then I would 
have to walk around Manhattan like Vickie!


*****************************


I didn't know what to do. I felt tears coming on again. I need another plan. 
I can't just stand here forever. The first step in my plan is to pee. I'll 
look for a place. What if they see that I'm a boy? But then I remembered the 
image in the mirror. I'm sure they won't know! I've got no choice. So what 
if they laugh at me. They'll never see me again!

I found a piece of wood lying on the ground and wedged the door open with it 
and then stepped outside and walked up the stairs to street level and into 
the warm night air. The alley was poorly lit but well enough to see my way 
toward the street. There was a slight breeze and I felt it come up inside my 
skirt and surround my legs and thighs. The dress billowed around me and I 
had to keep my arms  down to make sure it didn't blow up too high  revealing 
my slip and panties.  There were quite a few people up and about. An elderly 
couple was standing in front of the entrance to the apartment building.  A 
few individuals were coming down the block toward me and I froze in fear.  I 
acted like I was waiting for someone. I stood primly in one spot next to the 
building with my arms folded in front of me.

The first person to pass me was a middle aged man. He was staring at the 
ground and didn't look up at me.  Then two women came by and if they noticed 
me, they didn't indicate it.  From the other direction, a boy my own age 
came walking along and he was clearly looking my way.  As he came up to me, 
I saw that he was staring at my breasts and only briefly did his eyes look 
up at my face.

I looked down and realized that my breasts rally did look prominent, and 
what with the very pretty pink dress, I must look like a hot babe.  The need 
to pee was getting unbearable. It had been so many hours! I thought back to 
how happy I had been with Ethel, getting myself to look like Vickie. And 
what ever happened to Ethel? What kind of friend was she! It was her idea 
for me to dress up. I was afraid to do it! I had my doubts, but she insisted 
it was OK! How could she stand there and watch Charlotte beat me  to a pulp? 
  The thought made me remember the dull ache in my bottom, and I wondered 
how long until it'd go away.

I began walking down the street toward NYU. First, I'll find a place to pee. 
Then what? I need to find food. Where can I get a free dinner? Maybe 
something will turn up. Perhaps I'll find some money on the ground.  Behind 
my thoughts was the realization that I would definitely have to throw myself 
at the mercy of Linda or if not her, the police. If I didn't do anything I 
would starve to death! If I went to the police, I'd have to lead them to 
Charlotte to get back my clothes and wallet. But then she'd tell them to 
arrest my mom! But what did she do? She's innocent.

Many of the people passing me seemed to ignore me, but many of the men  
seemed to eye my breasts. A few stared right at my eyes and then looked down 
at my breasts and then back at my eyes. Some even looked to be slightly 
amused by my dress. There was no other girl with a dress anywhere close to 
mine. Most of the girls were wearing jean shorts. A few had on skirts. 
Nobody wears pink at all. I guess I'm lucky I'm not wearing one of the party 
dresses with all the bows and crinolines. Then I'd really stick out like a 
sore thumb!

Up the block was a  pizza parlor which I had been to a couple of times. I 
knew there was a bathroom there. The street in front of it was much more 
crowded than the others. I had to pass through a throng of kids. They all 
seemed to stop and stare at me. The pizza parlor had a open counter facing 
the street. Behind it was the pizza man. He was a middle aged Italian and I 
saw him staring at me as I came into the bright lights in front of the 
place. He'd expect me to buy a slice, but I didn't have any money. He'd 
watch me go to the bathroom and then he'd expect me to buy something! I 
veered off and away and I felt his and all the others eyes staring at my 
back. I prayed there was no blood on my dress.

I kept walking heading to one of the cafes down near the University. I could 
easily get lost in that crowd and no one would be watching the bathroom 
door.  My breasts just seemed to be attracting endless attention. I could 
see every guy I pass taking a look at them. I shouldn't have been so greedy, 
getting almost a C cup. Do they know if I'm a boy? Do they just think I'm a 
transvestite? I passed boy couples, holding hands. They didn't give me a 
second look.

I got to the cafe and slipped past the outside tables into the restaurant 
and  towards the bathroom. I'll have to use the girls room.  It would really 
look stupid if I went in the boys room. I had never been in a girls 
bathroom. I pushed open the door slowly and stepped in.  It wasn't weird at 
all. Just a couple of stalls and no urinals of course! It was empty and I 
took one of the stalls. How wonderful to finally be able to pee, I thought, 
proud of my ingenuity. I lifted my skirt and held it tightly with one hand, 
while I carefully pulled down the pantyhose and panties and sat on the seat. 
Ouch! my bottom hurt.  I gritted my teeth and let the pee come. It drained 
forcefully and I sat there feeling a little bit joyful.

There was a little round, white, garbage can with a lid next to the toilet. 
Curious, I lifted the lid and saw something nasty with blood on it. Oh, it 
must be for used tampons! I quickly closed the lid. I flushed the toilet and 
recomposed my panties and pantyhose, straightened my dress and left the 
stall. Now to my makeup!

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was awful. My eyes were red with 
streaks of mascara on my cheeks. There was one little stab of lipstick out 
of place on my chin. My hair was a bit disheveled. I wet my hand and did my 
best to take off the smudged makeup and straighten my hair. I still looked 
pretty feminine. Even in the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, I 
looked more like a girl than a boy. It was more than likely the haircut. The 
bangs seemed to profoundly soften my face.

A young woman wearing white shorts and a dark blue top came into the 
bathroom. I saw her glance at me and she seemed to make a slight double take 
at my dress. She walked behind me toward the stalls, when she said, "say, 
honey, do you know you have a stain. Rough period?"

"What?" I said with alarm.

"Your dress, behind you. You've got some blood, not a lot, but its showing 
on your pretty dress."

"I do?!" I said with tremendous emotion.

"It can happen to anybody! You don't have to feel bad! Did you run out of 
pads?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I changed it but too late I guess."

"Let me help you wash off the stain. A bit of soap should do it. It'll be 
better to just have a wet spot there, then a blood stain!"

I wanted to run. "Its OK, I shouldn't take advantage of you!"

"Hey, relax. Its no big deal. We can't let you walk around like that!"  The 
woman proceeded to wet a paper towel she took from a dispenser and then put 
some soap on it. She stood behind me and gently worked the wet towel over 
the stain.

"You're lucky. You're dress must be a blend since the stain comes out pretty 
easily. For pure cotton it would be pretty hard."

"That's great!"

"Such a pretty dress. I haven't worn anything like that since I was a little 
girl. Are you at a special occasion?"

"No."

"Just decided to dress up tonight?"

"I was at a club," I lied.

"There, all done," she said.

"I can't thank you enough."

"Its really nothing. Forget it!"

I smiled at her. It occurred to me that I should tell her everything. She'd 
probably help me.  I must have looked like I was about to say something, 
since she said, "is there something else?"

"I, umm..."  I was about to say something, when a middle aged woman 
brusquely came into the bathroom. Something about her manner spooked me and 
I just said, "would you happen to have an extra pad?"

"Oh, you mean you're all out?  Let me look in my purse."  The woman opened 
her purse and rummaged through it. She extracted a pink square plastic 
package. "You're in luck I have one maxipad." She handed it to me.

"Thanks I said," and then realized awkwardly I had no purse to put it in.

The woman didn't seem to notice. "Well, I've got some friends waiting. Bye!" 
and she headed into the free stall.

VickieTern@AOL.COM

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