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</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">With all of the things that were happening, Rikkie began to feel a different kind of fear.  It was a fear beyond just not measuring up to what was expected of her.  Not just people ridiculing her because she really wasn't what she longed to be.  Not the fear of a surgery that would change her body.  Those fears she understood.  This was a new fear that Rikkie had never known before.<br/>
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In spite of the fear, or maybe because of it, when Rikkie saw the distress on Miss Ishimoto's face, Rikkie was drawn to go over to the expectant mother.  She set herself down on her knees and took a hand of the woman laying on the sofa.  Rikkie looked Miss Ishimoto in the eyes and tried to give her a reassuring smile.  "It will be alright," she said, surprising herself with a voice that sounded more confident than she felt.</span>