Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black & Lady Annabelle)
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				Title: <strong>Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:13:57</strong>
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				Mrs. Roberts got off with the phone with her sweet neighbor.&nbsp; She really felt bad for constantly asking her son to help, but Mrs. Roberts felt really bad.&nbsp; Linda Pennbrook lived across the street in a house all by herself.&nbsp; Mrs. Roberts didn't know her exact age, but she had to guess that she was at least in her 80's.&nbsp; The Roberts family was the only family that she would ever talk with as she had a strange connection to them.&nbsp; Mrs. Roberts couldn't quite explain it, but she had a rather strange bond with her son that she would never be able to explain.<br><br>Mrs. Roberts heard the sound of a car door slamming so she knew that her son had just got home from school.&nbsp; Knowing that it was a Friday, she was positive that he would be wanting to go out with his friends and not help a little old lady from across the street.<br><br>Putting on her best face, Mrs. Roberts watched her son open the door in front of her.<br><br>"Hey sweetie.&nbsp; Before you get settled, I have a little favor to ask you.&nbsp; Mrs. Pennbrook from across the street called and asked for your help to move some boxes.&nbsp; I promise it won't take long.&nbsp; Please Greg?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:28:00</strong>
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				Greg set down his bag, and nodded slightly. "Sure thing, mom." He scratched the short brown hair on the back of his head, set down his book bag and turned to go. Another A in history, but that news could wait.<br><br>At eighteen, he was tall and broad, with a still boyish face, so the local girls paid him little notice. Not that he really minded, none of them really caught his attention for long either.<br><br>He crossed the street and rang the bell. "Mrs. Pennbrook? I'm coming in." He used the spare key to open teh door and stepped inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:52:29</strong>
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				"Gregory.........Gregory, is that you?"<br><br>The sweet and elderly sounding voice echoed from the kitchen.&nbsp; As Greg looked around the house, he was reminded of so many antiques that he had never seen before.&nbsp; A room to the side looked like it hadn't been touch in decades as the small house dripped elegance and class.&nbsp; The one peculiar part of the house that Greg noticed was there were no pictures.&nbsp; There were beautiful paintings, but not a single portrait could be found.&nbsp; Everything looked so fragile including the only tenant.<br><br>Linda Pennbrook appeared from the kitchen as she wore a simple housedress that had a daisy flower pattern.&nbsp; A frilly apron tied around her waist, nice flats and gray hair that was held back by a black headband.&nbsp; Linda was in her eighties, but she looked like she hadn't aged a day in 20 years.&nbsp; Her face instantly became brighter as she saw Greg open the door.<br><br>"Gregory Roberts, you are getting more beautiful each day I see you.&nbsp; Come here sweetie and give me a hug.&nbsp; It has been too long...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 05:04:22</strong>
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				"Beautiful?" he chuckled. "And it's only been four days, ma'am..." He gently put his arm around the small figure. <br><br>"Now what were you needing done?" he asked softly. "Mom said something about some boxes? Planning that trip to Fiji?" he smirked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 16:45:54</strong>
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				Linda wrapped her arms tightly around the young man as she kissed the air next to his cheeks.&nbsp; Looking up to the tall man, she straightened her appearance and the look on her face.<br><br>"Now Gregory, at your age you should know by now how to be a proper hostess.&nbsp; I simply must offer you sometime to eat...."<br><br>Even though the old lady was way past her prime, she still had a subtle forceful nature about her as she simply would not take no for an answer.&nbsp; Grabbing his elbow, she led him to her kitchen with the smell of something sweet was beginning to fill the perfectly tiled atmosphere.&nbsp; Much like the other rooms, the kitchen was immaculately spotless with appliances that looked rather dated but would work like a charm.<br><br>"I cannot have you fainting on my watch, so I must fill you up.&nbsp; Sit and tell me about school."<br><br>Linda pulled out one of her kitchen chairs just as the timer on the oven went off.&nbsp; Her face perking up in delight as she quickly went over to room her special treat for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 02:37:47</strong>
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				"Host, in my case," Greg corrected her jokingly.<br><br>He sat back with a rueful smile. He knew Mrs. Pennbrook would brook no refusal.<br><br>"School was fine. As school generally is. Nothing much to report. An A in history, but you'd tell me off if I didn't manage that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 04:39:26</strong>
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				"You were raised well, Gregory.&nbsp; Your mother is a very sweet lady.&nbsp; Remember, if you don't learn from the past, then you are doomed to repeat it.&nbsp; I always knew you would do well in history as I always thought you had an old world soul."<br><br>Like most of the time, Linda would go off on her specific rants leaving Greg at a loss for words.&nbsp; It was hard for her to stop once she got started and Greg knew never to correct her.&nbsp; Taking everything with a grain of salt and he should be fine.<br><br>"Now, I know how much you adore choclate, so this is going to be our special treat.&nbsp; Not to much as I know you should be watching your figure."<br><br>With a sweet smile, Linda handed a small plate with a choclate brownie and a large glass of milk.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, she handed him a fork along with a proper napkin.&nbsp; Smoothing her skirt as it appeared to be the most natural motion in the world, Linda watched over Gregory with a warm smile that hid her discreet way of judging his table manners.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 04:51:42</strong>
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				Greg raised his eyebrows as she described him as having an old soul, but said nothing.<br><br>"Thank you," he said as he put the plate down and opened the napkin. He knew she'd have something to say if he didn't. He did make bigger cuts with the fork than she would, but not too much to fit in his mouth without chewing. As ever, it was very sweet and just the right consistency - Mrs. Pennbrook's brownies always sold out at the local jumble sales, and they were better still when warm.<br><br>He took a sip of milk and licked his teeth inside his closed mouth before adding "you always spoil me... but I'm supposed to be helping you. What was it you needed moved?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 17:15:20</strong>
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				With a nod of her head, Linda watched Gregory eat the brownie properly as she became rather impressed.&nbsp; She was always fond of his mother, even though she was a bit lenient with him, but he taught some very nice manners.&nbsp; Her smile turned to a proud grin as she figured that she had a hand in his upbringing.<br><br>"Oh dear me, where is my head?&nbsp; I am sorry for keeping you waiting, young Gregory.&nbsp; Now, as you are well aware, the local book fair is fast approaching and Mrs. Harper from down the street has been begging me for years to donate anything to help.&nbsp; I always repulsed the idea as the books are my cherished possessions along with not seeing eye to eye with that woman.&nbsp; Can you believe her daughter is pregnant, still living under her roof and not married?&nbsp; I don't understand some people..."<br><br>One of Mrs. Pennbrook's vices was her love to gossip.&nbsp; She remembered her Saturday appointment at her favorite salon where she would discuss the latest news with all of her friends.&nbsp; Touching Gregory's arm, she seemed to continue her favorite activity with him before she realized what had happened.<br><br>"Anyway, I should still be courteous to the woman.&nbsp; When you are finished, I am going to need you to go up into my attic and bring a box down of books for me.&nbsp; I believe the box is in the far corner and I want you to be very careful as it will be quite heavy for you.&nbsp; My attic is simply a mess and atrocious to look at, so I must apologize in advance for it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 18:21:35</strong>
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				Greg decided not to touch the subject of unwed mothers and let Mrs. Pennbrook continue uninterrupted.<br><br>"I don't believe that for a moment," he assured her as she apologised for the state of the attic. "I'm sure my bedroom's worse," he added with a smile. <br><br>He folded up the napkin and stood up, walking over to drop it in the bin by the door. "Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 20:56:00</strong>
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				Mrs. Pennbrook arose with Gregory as she walked out of the room in her slow pace.<br><br>"Now, Gregory Roberts, I am appalled to hear about your bedroom.&nbsp; You should never a room in your house that is out of order.&nbsp; I know that you have your weekend ahead of you and you have your social obligations, but the next time you come over, I expect to hear a positive report about your bedroom.&nbsp; I simply cannot have you living in such a mess."<br><br>Linda's ramblings continued as she slowly made her way up the stairs.&nbsp; At her age, it was getting harder and harder to traverse the steep climb as she had to use both hands on the banisters.&nbsp; Reaching the second story, they arrived at a pullchord which would bring down a staircase into her attic.<br><br>"Be careful as there are many breakable and valueable items up there.&nbsp; I believe it is in the far corner by the window...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 22:50:56</strong>
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				Greg nodded along as he let Mrs. Pennbrook talk, making sure she made it up the stairs. He wondered again if she should move her bedroom downstairs, but it wasn't his place to suggest it. <br><br>Taking the cord, he pulled down the folding steps and made sure they were set in place before starting to climb. On the second step he paused and looked back. "Are there any markings on the box, anything written on it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:41:10</strong>
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				"It should say 'High School Books' on it...."<br><br>The attic was a complete departure from the rest of the house.&nbsp; A simple pull switch of a light bulb was the only light through the dusty room.&nbsp; Boxes were placed on top of one another and it looked like the room hadn't been touched in years.&nbsp; Greg saw an entire wall of hat and shoe boxes, outfits that were zipped up in plastic and even an bonnet blow dryer like you would see in the salons.&nbsp; His eyes saw the window in the very back corner that Linda had mentioned earlier.<br><br>However, as he went further back, the oddities seemed to multiply.&nbsp; A faded and dusty white crib, a pink and white bassinet full of lace and bows and a big brown rocking chair appeared to not have been touched in decades.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; Why would she need those?&nbsp; Mrs. Pennbrook never had any children and he never asked about her husband.<br><br>In the very corner, at the bottom was a box that was labeled 'High School Books'.&nbsp; On top of it was the most peculiar item in the entire room.&nbsp; A simple box that's lid was not on properly as a pink baby booty was sticking out of it.&nbsp; The booty looked like it was hand made and the size of an infant's foot.&nbsp; Pushing the dust off the box, Greg could clearly see the word of 'Clarissa' written on it.<br><br>"GREGORY!&nbsp; Did you find it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 11:25:32</strong>
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				He paused as he walked along the wall of clothes. A few years ago, when he was half a foot shorter, he had spent some time working out how women's clothes worked... by trying on some of his mother's. He had stopped, but at times he looked at a skirt or high heel and remembered how it felt to wear them with a twinge of guilty pleasure.<br><br>Shaking it off, he proceeded carefully through the musty attic, stopping to look curiously at the crib. Had Mrs. Pennbrook kept them for someone else? Or had she had a child decades ago that she never mentioned?<br><br>Finding the booty made him suspect the latter. He frowned at the thought.<br><br>Mrs. Pennbrook's voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Ahh, yes. I'll bring it right down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 19:24:14</strong>
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				The clothes had to be at least 50 years old.&nbsp; Greg could see suits with the tightest skirt he had ever seen, party dress with the largest skirt and even some cute pillbox style hats.&nbsp; There seemed to be no more recent clothes as all of them seemed to stop from that era.<br><br>Inside the box, other items would have caught Greg's interest.&nbsp; A large book entitled 'Clarissa's Baby Book' was at the bottom.&nbsp; Bottles, bibs and even diapers were spread throughout the entire box.&nbsp; Hidden to the side was an old black and white picture that spoke louder than words.&nbsp; There stood a man and a very pregnant woman.&nbsp; In the background was the front of this house and if Greg looked closely enough, the woman had a strong resemblance to Mrs. Pennbrook.<br><br>"Be careful!!!&nbsp; It could be rather heavy....."<br><br>The box of books underneath only had a few books and could be very easy for a young man like Gregory to carry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 21:38:17</strong>
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				He closed the smaller box and set it aside carefully, frowning thoughtfully as he considered its contents. Everything you'd need for a baby, but no baby photos...<br><br>He lifted the box of books quite easily. "No, no, it's no problem. I'm on my way back." He started towards the trap door, watching his footing, laid the box of books down and started to climb down, picking it up as he passed.<br><br>"There we go. No trouble at all. Where should I put it down?"<br><br>He considered asking about Clarissa, but decided it would be better not to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 00:40:44</strong>
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				"Just put it in the family room.&nbsp; I'll go through them tonight..."<br><br>Mrs. Pennbrook looked nothing like in the picture.&nbsp; Even in the black and white color, she looked so happy and full of life.&nbsp; The sweetest and proudest woman you would ever want to meet beemed out of the picture.&nbsp; As Greg looked at her now, she was two entirely different people.&nbsp; Now, she was lonely, cold and quick to judge everyone around her.&nbsp; She had shut off the world and closed out her life years ago.<br><br>She followed him down the stairs as he could walk much faster than her.&nbsp; She told him to set the box down near her easy chair as she smiled sweetly towards him.<br><br>"Thank you ever so much, Gregory.&nbsp; I don't know where I would be without an angel like you around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 23:18:23</strong>
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				"Oh, I'm sure you'd be fine. Unstoppable, even." Greg smiled warmly as he set the box of books down, but he was thinking about the smaller box upstairs. He decided to ask his mother about it when he got home.<br><br>"Anyway, you know if you need anything, you only have to ask. Of course, making brownies helps too," he added with a smile, hoping to encourage one in turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 04:28:15</strong>
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				Linda Pennbrook was a mistress at hiding her feelings.&nbsp; She had been mastering her trait for years and it was easy to put on a smile that looked sincere, but hid her true feelings.<br><br>"I will send those over to you and your mother as my gratitude for your help.&nbsp; Now, I really must not keep you.&nbsp; You are a sweetheart, so I know you have some big date tonight.&nbsp; You must spend the adequate time to get ready before they arrive."<br><br>Quickly, Mrs. Pennbrook rushed Gregory out the door as he said his final goodbyes.&nbsp; Locking the door to the outside world twice over, she returned to her loneliness and her books.&nbsp; She knew what was up in her attic as she prayed that Gregory would not notice.&nbsp; However, she knew that he would never ask and she made sure of it by quickly rushing him out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 01:13:00</strong>
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				"I really - alright, I'll see - bye."<br><br>Greg stopped in the driveway after Mrs. Pennbrook had sent him out, turned and looked up at the house, at the attic skylight. He frowned, thinking he must have said too much, then turned back and crossed the road.<br><br>"Hey, Mom... has Mrs. Pennbrook ever mentioned someone called Clarissa?" he asked as he got in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 05:23:41</strong>
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				"How did you hear about Clarissa?"<br><br>Mrs. Roberts was in the kitchen making dinner when she heard her soon come inside.&nbsp; She put down her utensils as she quickly met him near the door.<br><br>"Mrs. Pennbrook told me years ago about Clarissa, but she asked not to make a big fuss.&nbsp; I only know small details, but please do not mention anything to her."<br><br>Mrs. Roberts paused as she looked at her son.&nbsp; She wondered if it was the right thing to do to tell her son, but he was old enough to know about it.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Roberts told all that she knew.<br><br>"Many years ago, Mrs. Pennbrook was pregnant with a daughter.&nbsp; This was back when she was still married, even though she never mentioned a husband.&nbsp; Anyway, a few weeks before she was about to give birth, a freak accident took her daughter away.&nbsp; They had everything picked out and a nursery ready for her, but the baby never came.&nbsp; The baby's name was Clarissa and Mrs. Pennbrook has hidden her away since then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:30:34</strong>
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				Greg bit his lip and frowned. "I thought it might be something like that... I found a box in Mrs. Pennbrook's attic while I was bringing down the books." He sighed deeply, looking back across the street. "God... that's really terrible..."<br><br>He set down the cellophane-covered plate of brownies and gazed at it. "I won't say anything... I guessed it would be better not to... but I guess I would if it were up to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 00:36:06</strong>
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				"Mrs. Pennbrook is a very proud woman, so I know she wouldn't let that kind of information out to anybody.&nbsp; It would kill her to know that people were gossiping about that sort of thing."<br><br>Mrs. Robertson picked up the plate of brownies as a smile crept on her face.&nbsp; She was difficult and asked a lot of Greg, but she was always the sweetest woman.&nbsp; That is what she had heard of her.&nbsp; It's just a shame that her life changed so much because of her tragedy.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm about to start dinner.&nbsp; Why don't you go upstairs and get settled for a bit?"<br><br>Taking the brownies in the kitchen, she waited until she heard Greg's footsteps up the stairs.&nbsp; With a sigh, she reached to the phone and dialed Linda's number.&nbsp; She had to warn her about what Greg had found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 01:13:37</strong>
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				"Sure thing, mom." He smiled sadly and headed to his room.<br><br>Turning on his computer, he started to type out a blog entry about it, then moved to another page to clear the whole thing. If it was private, it was private... but talking would help... but obviously she didn't want to... but...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 09:05:00</strong>
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				"Linda?&nbsp; Hi, it's Sarah."<br>"Sarah, I do hope that Gregory has given you the brownies I sent over."<br>"Yes, he did and they looked delicious.&nbsp; I wanted to call because Greg came back with some questions."<br>"What kind of questions dearie?"<br>"Um, he found some of Clarissa's furniture."<br>"............................................Oh."<br>"I just wanted to warn you in case you had anybody else up in your attic that you might want to hide it."<br>"Of course.&nbsp; Thank you for the consideration, Sarah."<br><br>Just like Gregory, Sarah Robertson was quickly shushed away by Mrs. Pennbrook.&nbsp; With a shrug of her shoulders, she continued to make dinner.&nbsp; Putting the last touches on the porkchops and applesauce, Sarah reached the steps and called up to her son.<br><br>"Gregory, dinner is ready."<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Across the street, Mrs. Pennbrook stared out of her window for ages as the name was brought back into her memories.&nbsp; She had moved on.&nbsp; She no longer thought about that part of her life anymore.&nbsp; It had been dealt with.&nbsp; But, once again, she was dealing with the pain of her lost child.&nbsp; Wiping a small tear from her eye, Mrs. Pennbrook left her books and slowly returned upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 04:25:27</strong>
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				"Coming!" he called back, turning back to his screen and the assorted emails he'd received during the day. Nothing pressing... nothing that wouldn't wait until after dinner, anyway. <br><br>As he got up, he paused at the mirror. He mimed putting a pillbox hat on his head, then swivelled his hips as if swinging a skirt. Then he shook his head, muttered "nah" and carried on, adopting his best gangly male gait as he slouched down the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 21:56:05</strong>
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				Putting the last touches on the meal and getting his drink ready for him, Sarah settled everything for just the two of them.&nbsp; With a bright smile as she tried to raise the spirits of her son, Mrs. Robertson tried to steer away from the subject of Clarissa.<br><br>"So, how is Mrs. Pennbrook?&nbsp; Is she still sweet on you?"&nbsp; She asked with a wink of her eye.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Walking down the hallway of her second room, Mrs. Pennbrook reached an unused bedroom that hadn't been opened in years.&nbsp; With a shaking hand and a soft sigh to herself, she opened the door with a small key.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:18:55</strong>
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				"Besides thinking I should stand up straight and eat my greens? Kind of." He avoided saying 'clean my room' in case his mother spoke up in agreement.<br><br>He picked up his fork and looked at the plate for where to begin. Better be with the greens after that... <br><br>"I don't mind. I'm happy to help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 04:24:14</strong>
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				Sarah Robertson laughed at her son as she shook her head with a large smile on her face.<br><br>"Aren't you glad that I'm not that strict?&nbsp; I never mind your manners or what you wear...."<br><br>Cutting into her porkchop, she smiled brightly at her son.&nbsp; She knew that no teenage boy wanted to be helping an old lady move boxes, but Greg is the sweetest person she knew.&nbsp; He never had a bad thing to say about anyone and that was one of his best qualities that she loved so dearly.<br><br>"I know.&nbsp; You are the sweetest boy alive and I know that she greatly appreciates you."<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Opening the door, Mrs. Pennbrook saw the soft pink color of the walls and the lacy white drapes.&nbsp; Most of the furniture had been moved out, but there was still some remants including a large chair in the corner.&nbsp; Picking up an old and very worn photo album, Linda began to look through the pages of her lost and forgotten memories.&nbsp; Each picture bringing back a flood of emotions that were so hard to control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 20:48:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I try." He smiled bashfully at the compliments. "And besides, it encourages you not to make me do too much here," he added jokily before cutting into his chop.<br><br>He <em>was</em> joking - he was glad to help as and when he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 05:12:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't push your luck, young man.&nbsp; Don't forget that we have an attic that needs cleaning..."<br><br>With a smile, she playfully pointed her fork at her son.&nbsp; Sarah always had a good relationship with her son.&nbsp; It had much to do with the fact that his father was away on business most of the time, so it usually was just the two of them.&nbsp; At times, Sarah wished things were different, but she didn't like to dwell on it.&nbsp; She couldn't really change her life.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The photo album was clearly dedicated to Clarissa.&nbsp; Pictures of Linda pregnant with her daughter with her youthful husband were the focus of the album.&nbsp; The most prominent picture was one where Linda was almost due, standing in front of this same house with her smiling husband next to her.&nbsp; It was the last picture of the album and would always bring a tear to her eye.&nbsp; For Linda Pennbrook, it was the last time she remembered ever being happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 13:04:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg made a big play of cringing and shuddering. "Sorry, mom, one a day is enough. Otherwise I should start a business." He took a bite, chewed and swallowed, looking mock-thoughtful. "Yeah... 'Sucky Part Of The House Disposals'... needs work..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 20:36:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A young boy like you needs to get out more and not be cooped up in a woman's attic.&nbsp; I'm sure that you have plans for tonight...?"<br><br>Sarah was a mother, so she knew how to prod without sounding needy.&nbsp; Knowing that it was the weekend, she was positive that her son had something special planned to do with his friends.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Oh, Clarissa.&nbsp; Why did you have to leave?"<br><br>Sighing softly to herself, Linda put the book away as she began to leave the room once again.&nbsp; The memories were too much for her and she needed to be free from them once again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 20:39:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked at the idea of 'being cooped up in a woman's attic'. Part of him would really enjoy that.<br><br>"Nothing huge, we're going to the movies. Just a bunch of us."<br><br>Hopefully a bunch including Holly... one of the main reasons he was happy to be male after all.<br><br>He idly wondered how she would look in those old-fashioned clothes. Not that she'd ever wear anything like that... it was funny, he liked a tomboy and he was... quite the opposite.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 04:32:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I hope you have a good time.&nbsp; And please don't stay out too late..."<br><br>Sarah never gave her son a curfew, but he knew when it was the right time to come home.&nbsp; Finishing up her meal, she brought her plate to the sink along with Greg's when he was finished and she reminded herself that she would do dishes sometime tonight.&nbsp; Looking towards the plate of brownies from Mrs. Pennbrook, she brought them over so that they both could enjoy them.&nbsp; Her deserts were famous around the neighborhood and she was always thankful for any offering she would give to them.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Linda Pennbrook returned to her books, but her thoughts would not leave her alone.&nbsp; Turning on the television, she saw that they were playing "Hello Dolly" and decided to watch.&nbsp; A smile returning to her face, the beautiful music drowned out her thoughts as the night began to wear on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 00:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg carefully lifted the larger of the two on top. There were four smaller ones underneath, so it was hardly an unfair imposition. <br><br>"I suppose we should use forks and all, since they're Mrs. Pennbrook's," he said, slyly licking his finger where a bit of fudge stuck. "But I don't want to give you more washing up when I'm not gonna be here to help." He half smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 04:08:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking one of the smaller brownies, she took a large bit as she laughed at her son.&nbsp; Wiping the small part that had smeared on her lips, Mrs. Robertson look to her son with a wide smile.<br><br>"I bet she watched over you like a hawk as you ate one of these.&nbsp; Telling you to sit up straight and take smaller bites.&nbsp; Don't worry about the dishes.&nbsp; Just promise me you'll mow the lawn tomorrow."<br><br>Sarah was never one for proper table manners, so she ate the brownies right out of her hands.&nbsp; The small crumbs didn't bother her as she would have to clean the table soon anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:49:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, ma'am," he agreed with a grin and bit the brownie almost in half. "And mm... mm-hmm, she did. I imagine it'll be useful when I join an Ivy League supper club..." He had no intention of applying to an Ivy League university, of course. <br><br>"I doubt she'd really mind as long as she has someone to share her cooking with, though." He finished the largest piece in less than a minute, taking a moment to savour the aftertaste and slightly sticky texture, smiling approvingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 04:47:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah nodded sadly to her son's comments.<br><br>"It's really unfair how her life turned out.&nbsp; I know her life would be so much better if she could go back and fix things.&nbsp; I really think she would be a lot happier...."<br><br>It was painful to watch from so close at how Mrs. Pennbrook was slowly rejecting life.&nbsp; That is why she would watch over her and was glad Greg didn't mind going over there to help out.&nbsp; She needed at least some company.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 20:07:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I wish I could help there," he said quietly. "Hey, I'm getting a car circa graduation, she'll never be short of a ride for bingo night or anything... I am getting a car circa graduation, right? <em>Riiiiight?</em>" He grinned, hoping to get some hint of a smile from his mother.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 04:22:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah took another small bite from her brownie as she looked over to her soon.&nbsp; A smile broke on her face as she shook her head at his persistence.<br><br>"I told you before.&nbsp; That is a matter your father and I have to discuss.&nbsp; Keep your grades up and I am sure that he will say yes."<br><br>Pausing for a moment, she looked longingly at Greg.&nbsp; My how time has flown as she jokingly responded to him.<br><br>"My baby boy with his own car....It felt like just yesterday that I was changing your dirty diapers."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:22:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa, eating!" he laughed as she mentioned diapers, shaking his head. <br><br>It was his father's decision, of course, but he listened to Sarah on calls like this, so it still helped Greg's case to remind his mother when he could. Pointing out genuine benefits of a two-car family seemed like a good strategy to rely on.<br><br>"Anyway, soda, shower, then I gotta go. Early, in my lack of car..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 05:09:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah laughed as she always loved to embarrass her son.&nbsp; Finishing up the brownie, she began to put them away so that they could have more for tomorrow.<br><br>"See, no car is teaching you how to be on time and be prepared for everything..."<br><br>With a large grin, it was hard to hide the face that he would getting a car.&nbsp; His grades were superb and with all the money he was saving on scholarships, they could easily afford him something nice to take to college.<br><br>"Anyway, have a good time and don't be late!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:52:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll do my best... I can always call a taxi," he added with a mock-wistful tone as he poured himself a thin glass of cola and headed to his room to find something to change into after a quick shower.<br><br>This didn't take long enough for him to finish his drink. Jeans, T-shirt, longsleeve, jacket. Nearly a uniform. He never wore anything flamboyant, perhaps overly plain to hide any interest he had in dressing up...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:31:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah began to do the dishes as she tried to think of something exciting to do this evening.&nbsp; She could always do some more laundry and some of the house could be needing some cleaning, but nothing really excited her.<br><br>It was then that the phone began to rang.&nbsp; Putting the dishes in the sink, she walked over and picked it up with a sweet, "Hello?"<br><br>.........<br><br>"Sweetie!!&nbsp; I am so glad to hear you call.&nbsp; Tell me, how is your trip to Europe?"<br><br>Her husband was on the phone as Sarah's night just got much better as she went to the family and had a seat on her favorite chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:53:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After showering, and spending about a minute shaving, Greg quickly dressed. <br><br>"Yeah, I look like a guy," he whispered to his reflection, nodding slightly, then shrugged. <br><br>"Maybe a guy she'll notice," he added, with more of a smile. <br><br>Heading down the stairs, he head his mother on the phone and looked in briefly, not wanting to interrupt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 03:49:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah was curled under a blanket as a large smile was on her face.&nbsp; She heard Greg come down the stairs, but she figured he would be leaving soon.<br><br>It was at that exact moment that a car pulled into the street out front.&nbsp; In the front seats were two of his friends as one of them honked the horn and another yelled out the window.<br><br>"GREG!&nbsp; Get your ass out here!!!"<br><br>Apparently his friends would help out his car situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 02:26:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That tone isn't gonna make me walk any faster!" he called back jokily as he ambled out of the door, deliberately slowly. <br><br>"Besides, the lady across the street has a shotgun," he added with a laugh. She didn't really, but she did have a sharp tongue...<br><br>He got in the back. "Right, come on before somebody calls the Neighborhood Watch."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 20:58:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The only thing that the old lady across the street has is a broom stuck up her ass!"<br><br>The two guys in the front seat began to laugh at their joke about Mrs. Pennbrook.&nbsp; She wasn't the most liked woman in town, so she was a familiar butt of many jokes.&nbsp; The driver quickly pulled the car away from the house and the friends began to drive away from the house.<br><br>"So, is tonight the night that you finally get some??"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:46:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno, I'm not the Amazing Kreskin." Greg shrugged. <br><br>He gave Matt and Eric a faint smile, but glanced back at Mrs. Pennbrook's house, making sure she hadn't heard and been bothered by the noise. She wouldn't have heard their jokes, but he still wasn't about to join in. Especially not after what he'd learned today.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 04:21:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the car peeled out of the neighborhood, the three friends laughed and talked amongst themselves as a pair of stern eyes watched the car behind a large curtain.&nbsp; Mrs. Pennbrook shook her head at the boys that young Greg were seen with.&nbsp; She knew that both of the boys had a reputation of being playboys and getting into all sorts of juvenile trouble.&nbsp; Linda knew that Greg did not belong with them or to be seen with such hooligans.<br><br>"Now don't blow it tonight, Robertson.&nbsp; We got you a nice surprise."<br><br>It only took Matt just a few minutes to reach the movie theatre as they parked near the front.&nbsp; Out in the front of the theatre stood three young ladies that perked up when they saw the three guys.&nbsp; A brunette named Jennifer quickly wrapped her arms around Matt while a black haired woman named Rachel went close with Eric.<br><br>And to Greg's surprise, there stood a blond girl named Holly who wore a simple ponytail, jeans and a sweater.&nbsp; Smiling sweetly and a bit shy, she moved towards him as she waved her hand.<br><br>"Hi Greg..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 16:47:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Holly. Uh, hi. Um, glad you could make it." He was aware that he was giving her a big goofy smile, and attempted to play it down. "Want some popcorn, or some Ben &amp; Jerry's or something?"<br><br>He was glad she wasn't showing too much skin. Unlike Jen in her mini or Rachel in her crop top. He was in danger of staring too much as it was without anything to focus his staring at. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 20:24:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A small popcorn and a diet Pepsi would be nice..."<br><br>Holly was a bit shy as she pushed her hair back behind her ears.&nbsp; The two couples had already walked into the theatre as the newly introduced one was slow to follow behind them.&nbsp; Holly did look a little out of place next to Jen and Rachel, but her best asset was hard to ignore as her soft sweater hugged her rather large bosom in its sweet embrace.&nbsp; She was a much simpler girl as she was almost a tomboy in her jeans and ponytail.&nbsp; However, she was still rather sweet and innocent under her exterior.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:10:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"At once, milady," Greg said with what he hoped was a charming smile, moving his eyes away from Holly's chest back to her face. "Looks like there's kind of a line... want to go in, or stand with me?" He sounded audibly hopeful as he suggested the second option.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:50:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matt and Eric came up behind Greg with both of their girlfriends under their arms as they pointed inside the theatre.<br><br>"We'll meet you inside...."<br><br>Holly smiled to Greg as a small giggle left her lips at the quirkiness of him.&nbsp; Looking from the couples to the long line, she smiled rather sweetly to him as she stood next to him while they began to wait in line for their concessions.<br><br>"I don't want to feel like a.....fifth wheel, so I'll wait here with you...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 17:01:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good plan," he agreed, smiling back brightly as she did. "So, ah, I was... kind of hoping you'd come," he added quietly. "I, ah, wanted to ask if, well... you wanted to go catch a movie sometime." He managed a lopsided smile as he felt himself start to blush, and managed to sneak a look at her reaction in the midst of lowering his gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:15:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly pushed her blond hair away from her face as a bright smile appeared on her lips.<br><br>"Really?&nbsp; Cause from the looks of it......we are kind of at the movies....."<br><br>Giggling brightly to him as she poked him in his side at her very small joke.&nbsp; Holly always had a bubbly personality as many people at school liked her.&nbsp; However, no one has ever really gotten that close to her or heard out on dates with anybody, so she was rather nervous as well, but she tried to hide it as much as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:21:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, smiling back at her. "Yeah, see... it was a good plan... I was thinking not in a big group, though. Something maybe just you and I were interested in... if you'd be, uh, well... interested." He winced as he repeated himself. "So, any interest?" he asked with a half smile, trying to make a joke of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 16:59:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly shrugged her shoulders as she looked away from him.<br><br>"Well, I mean, I wouldn't be disinterested in it...."&nbsp; She spoke as she tried to keep the joke running with him.&nbsp; For her, it was nice to somebody actually nervous around her caused it meant that they actually liked her.&nbsp; She was rather tired in all of the suave boys who thought that they could just sweep her off her feet with just a few words.<br><br>"It is an interesting idea though...."&nbsp; She looked back at him with a sweet smile on her face as she pushed a piece of her blond hair away from her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:31:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled happily, relieved that she was still talking to him, let alone carrying on with the joke. "Well, then, there's... interest. Soooo, anything interesting coming soon?"<br><br>They reached the front of the line. "Okay, a Coke, a Diet, and... want to share a regular popcorn?" he asked Holly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 04:37:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Diet please and sure.&nbsp; I could like never finish a regular popcorn on my own anyway..."<br><br>Holly smiled brightly at his answer, however, she was still a little nervous at being asked out just by him.&nbsp; She did think that Greg was cute and really different from any other boy.&nbsp; She figured that she would wait until the end of the evening to see how it went before committing to an actual date.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 17:15:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright then..." He pulled out his wallet and paid for everything, handed her the Diet Pepsi and took the popcorn and regular drink in one hand, so as to hold the door for her as they headed into the cinema.<br><br>"Now, where are they... right about the back, naturally."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 20:29:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up in the back corner of the theatre, they noticed the two couples already draping over one another.&nbsp; Rachel and Jennifer were already beginning to kiss their boyfriends rather heavily and from the looks of it, this was only the beginning.&nbsp; Shaking her head a bit, Holly leaned closer to Greg as she whispered to him.<br><br>"Could we.......maybe......sit somewhere else?"<br><br>Maybe, tonight, they could pretend they were on a date together.&nbsp; It was rather obvious that the couples wanted to be alone, so Holly decided to give them some privacy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 20:38:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh, sure thing." Greg looked around for somewhere they could sit with a better view, and managed to suppress a smile until he turned his head away from Holly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 19:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly giggled and shook her head to the boy next to her.&nbsp; Poking him with her finger, she smiled sweetly as she walked up the steps.<br><br>"Come here, silly."<br><br>Holly walked up a few steps and then turned into an empty row in the middle of the theatre.&nbsp; Sitting close to the wall, she sat down and waited for him to follow with the food as the commercials continued to play on the large screen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 02:23:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg followed close behind, doing his best to keep his gaze from wandering down Holly's back and aiming it at the floor to make sure of his footing. <br><br>As she stopped, he took the seat next to her, put his Pepsi in the cup holder and leaned over to offer her the first of the sweetened popcorn. His gaze lingered on her smile as he did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:03:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly took a sip out of her diet Pepsi as she took a small handful of the popcorn.&nbsp; Nibbling on the buttered confection, she leaned over to Greg as she whispered above the previews that were starting.<br><br>"So, do you have any idea what this movie is about?"<br><br>Holly's whisper was right next to his ear as her hot breath breathed softly against his ear.&nbsp; She leaned close to him as her large bosom brushed lightly against his arm, only giving him the softest of feels.&nbsp; As she leaned close to him, a preview came talking about a new drama coming to theatres.<br><br>Suddenly, a man in a tie and a hat came walking through the front door.&nbsp; In a matter of moments, a woman in a large pink dress with white pearls, sweet blond hair and small heels came clicking in.&nbsp; Grabbing for his coat, the woman kissed the man sweetly on his cheek as she smiled up to him.<br><br>"Hi Honey.&nbsp; How was work today?"<br><br><em>THEY HAD THE PERFECT LIFE.....</em><br><br>The entire scene looked to be a color version of 'Leave it to Beaver' as it was ripped from the suburban 1950's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhhh... not really. I know it isn't the one about the aliens..." he murmured back, feeling the warmth of her breath on his skin.<br><br>He wouldn't have looked at the screen if not for the clicking of high heels drawing his attention.<br><br>"The perfect life includes looking like that?" he joked, but quietly, aware that he didn't want to draw attention to an interest he wanted to keep secret, especially from Holly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 16:37:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.&nbsp; I think she looks kind of cute."&nbsp; A sly smile reached Holly's lips as they continued to whisper to one another.<br><br><em>HE HAD THE PERFECT FAMILY...</em><br><br>The next scene of the preview showed the man and woman sitting down to eat dinner when two children came to join them.&nbsp; The first was a son who looked to be rather young as he was probably only in elementary school.&nbsp; He had brown hair and brown eyes much like the father while wearing a nice pair of jeans, buttoned down shirt and his hair is heavily parted down to one side.<br><br>The second was a beautiful daughter who looked exactly like her mother.&nbsp; She had her bright blond hair pulled back in a pony tail with a big bow tied in a soft blue color.&nbsp; She wore a true poodle skirt with the largest skirts he had ever seen and the smallest blue sweater.&nbsp; Her breasts were pointed underneath the sweater along with wearing bright makeup.&nbsp; The daughter kissed her father's cheek before she sat down and the family began to eat their dinner together.<br><br>"Okay, maybe this is just a little too creepy for my taste.&nbsp; That isn't real...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 15:49:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd like to try that?" he chuckled as she whispered back. He really couldn't see her dressed like that...<br><br>'Or me', he thought as he saw the girl. <br><br>"Yeah, no, obviously it's not real. It's perfect."<br><br>He tried to make it sound like a joke, but couldn't help wondering how that would feel.<br><br>He looked back at Holly, shook his head and lowered his eyes. 'I wish I didn't feel like this...' he thought. 'I wish I could get rid of that part of me.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 18:10:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>'I wish I didn't feel like this...' he thought. 'I wish I could get rid of that part of me.'</em><br><br>Back on the otherside of town, Linda put down her book and turned off her bedside lamp.&nbsp; Settling back into her large and empty bed, she tried to drift off to sleep, but all she thought about was her Clarissa.&nbsp; She thought about how different her life would have been with the sweet angel in her life.&nbsp; She thought about how she would have been like if she had grown up.&nbsp; Her thoughts paused for a moment as she thought about Greg and Clarissa.&nbsp; Maybe they were similar....Right as the old woman was about to drift off to sleep, she muttered her wish that she spoke every night.<br><br>"I wish Clarissa was still here..."<br><em>'I wish I didn't feel like this...' he thought. 'I wish I could get rid of that part of me.'</em><br><br>Back in the theatre, the screen flashed a bright white for a split second, but then returned back to the preview.&nbsp; The scene was now at the husband's office as it showed a voluptuous woman walking into his office.&nbsp; The woman was dressed in the tightest skirt as it fell past her knees along with a small jacket that held her large bosom close to her body.&nbsp; She walked in thin and tall heels as a pillbox hat with a black veil was placed on her coiffed hair.&nbsp; Walking towards the husband, she closed the door to the office as the title of the movie came up on the screen.<br><br><strong>The Affair</strong><br><br>It was during the preview that Holly smiled sweetly to him and slid her hand inside of his.&nbsp; Looking up into his eyes, it was clear that the girl liked him and was very happy that they were set up like this.&nbsp; But, for the first time in Greg's life, he didn't care about the girl's clothing on the screen and how he would like in it.&nbsp; No, he was more interested in the girl next to him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:23:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg leaned a little closer, his lips parting very slightly. He had to be sure that Holly was as interested in him as he was in her.<br><br>On screen, the husband and mistress moved closer for a stolen kiss, as he and Holly did the same, oblivious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 20:34:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly watched Greg moved closer as she did the same.&nbsp; Closing her eyes gently as their lips pressed softly against one another.&nbsp; The kiss was sweet and soft as Holly moved her soft body closer to him while it caused Greg to close his eyes gently.<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The Chordettes - "Mister Sandman" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odcJ-vS22rI#hq)<br><br><em>Mister Sandman.&nbsp; Bring me a dream.&nbsp; Make him the cutest that I've ever seen.</em><br><br>As Greg eyes slowly began to open up once again, he could soft music being played in a small radio next to him.&nbsp; However, his focus was on the soft pink draperies above him, the large pink pillows underneath his head and the large pink covers that are holding him so warm.&nbsp; He was awaking inside of a large four poster bed that was deliciously feminine and very sweet.<br><br>He definitely was no longer in the theatre anymore....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 21:59:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg sat up. "What... where?" he breathed softly, looking around at the room. "I was..." he moved to push off the covers and get up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 04:04:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Greg's voice came from his lips, it was not his own.&nbsp; A soft, sweet and very feminine sound came from deep inside of him as it sounded rather foreign and strange to him.&nbsp; When the covers were thrown off him, he was wearing a soft pink babydoll nightie that fell just above his knees.&nbsp; The nightie had small straps and a small little belt that wrapped right underneath his new cleavage.&nbsp; Soft flowers and the sweetest satin adorned the exquisitely feminine garment.<br><br>Greg was a girl.<br><br>Looking around the room, he saw a large closet, a chest of drawers, a nightstand, a vanity table, and a bookshelf with many books and various exquisite China dolls.&nbsp; Each piece was painted in a pristine white sheen that covered its full oak base.&nbsp; A soft pink rug was near the table and a large mirror was in one corner.&nbsp; Greg could see his reflection in the mirror and the image was completely new to him.<br><br>Gone was the dark brown hair and it was replaced with soft blond hair that looked to be in a large mess.&nbsp; The hair fell past her shoulders and framed her heart shaped faced perfectly.&nbsp; The clearest blue eyes he had ever seen and sweet cupid like lips made up his face.&nbsp; He was much smaller than before as he was rather petite, but he could see that he had a pert bum and was developing a rather large bosom.<br><br>Greg was very much a girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:35:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the girl in the mirror.<br><br>"No," he gasped softly in her voice.<br><br>Reaching up to feel his hair, he patted down the silky blonde strands, pulling one up to look at it himself. With his other hand, he felt his bottom, turning slightly to see it better in the mirror.<br><br>"I'm... I'm beautiful..." Hs started to smile, then shook his - her - head. "What is this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 05:21:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Besides the outwards appearance, Greg didn't feel like himself.&nbsp; All of his male and masculine urges had completely faded away.&nbsp; He thought and felt like the girl that he pretended to be.&nbsp; It's as if his wish had really come true....<br><br>"CLARISSA!!!"<br><br>A chiding voice came from the stairs below as she heard the clicking of heels coming up the wooden stairs to her room.&nbsp; The voice wasn't angry as an older woman wasn't yelling at her, but it had a much different tone to it as one of expectancy.<br><br>"Young lady, if your lazy bones is still in bed......"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 21:03:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg turned around slowly, admiring his new shape from every angle, a smile spreading across the girl's sweet face. <br><br>"It's real." <br><br>"I'm a girl, I'm - "<br><br>She turned as she heard a voice call a familiar name.<br><br>"I'm Clarissa?"<br><br>She blinked, eyelashes fluttering.<br><br>"N-no, I'm awake," she answered, uncertainly, turning to the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 04:43:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://www.ballyhoovintage.com/miva/images/22785.jpg)<br><br>As Clarissa turned in the mirror, he could see the sweet nightie that was adorned his feminine body and how it hung his new hourglass shape.&nbsp; He truly looked as innocent, sweet and as feminine as possible.&nbsp; All of his feminine dreams and desires had finally came true.<br><br>The door was opened and in walked an impeccably dressed woman.&nbsp; The woman had manicured blond hair with not a strand out of place.&nbsp; Sweet blue eyes, a feminine face and a very curvaceous body for a woman who was in her mid 30's.&nbsp; However, it was her outfit that caused Clarissa to jump.<br><br>(http://www.secretsinlace.com/images/uploads/420_1393_popup.jpg)<br><br>A bright red satin blouse that hugged her pointy bosom, the tightest black skirt she had ever seen, incredibly high heels and even a black pillbox hat with some netting covering her face as the woman came up to Clarissa.&nbsp; She could not believe it.&nbsp; All of the old pictures, the hat boxes, everything.&nbsp; It was Linda Pennbrook.<br><br>"CLARISSA PENNBROOK!&nbsp; Young lady, how many times have I told you?&nbsp; Before you go to bed, you must put your hair up into her curlers.&nbsp; Your hair is an absolute mess.&nbsp; You knew that we had a special outing today and we are already running late.&nbsp; What do you have to say for yourself?"<br><br>Linda went over to her daughter and began to run her manicured fingers through her hair.&nbsp; She wasn't mad or yelling at the young girl as she was speaking in her motherly tone.&nbsp; She could never be mad at her little angel, no matter what she did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 04:11:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg - Clarissa - smiled blissfully as he admred herself.<br><br>Then as the door opened, Clarissa stared in wonder at the woman in front of her. Mrs. Pennbrook... fifty years younger... her mother. <br><br>She blinked at the touch, the feeling confirming that this was real.<br><br>"I'm - I'm sorry... I didn't sleep well. Nerves," she added meekly, looking up at... her new mother.<br><br>Having no idea what the outing was about, she added "I couldn- not even think what to wear."<br><br>She imagined being dressed like Mrs. Pennbrook, and felt a shiver of excitement at the idea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 05:13:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda's face suddenly changed to one of caring and sweetness as her arms came to wrap around her sweet daughter.&nbsp; Holding her tightly for just a moment, she kissed her cheek which left a bit of her red lipstick on her cheek.<br><br>"There, there, my precious little angel.&nbsp; I know you are nervous, but you shouldn't be.&nbsp; Today will simply be loving.&nbsp; We must get you some new clothes for school and you have that hair appointment as well.&nbsp; But, first, we must get you ready for church.&nbsp; You know how your father will be even if we are a second late....So come now, let's get you dressed."<br><br>The words and the mannerisms returned as Mrs. Pennbrook led her back to her bed.&nbsp; Opening up her closet, Clarissa could see it almost entirely filled with a multitude of dresses and skirts.&nbsp; There were no pants to be seen as everything dripped delicious femininity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 22:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa stared open-mouthed, then smiled delightedly as she looked into her new closet. "I've gone to girly heaven," she whispered to herself as she watched Mrs. Pennbrook rifle through all the possibilities.<br><br>"What... what should I wear?" she asked, speaking up a little nervously, still unused to her new voice... to being allowed to look like this, to even imagine looking like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 05:05:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Angel, you should always know.&nbsp; A lady always dresses her best on Sunday.&nbsp; Today is the day that you shine so that everybody in the congregation can look at you and smile.&nbsp; However, you don't want anything to risque.&nbsp; Something prim and very proper.&nbsp; Something like....this one."<br><br>(http://www.mybabyjo.com/clothes/gardenpartyblue_lg.jpg)<br><br>Linda held out a sweet flower dress that had a white print on a navy blue background.&nbsp; The short sleeves and knee length were perfect for a late Spring dress as it was very conservative, but still very feminine.&nbsp; The waist was rather tiny as the bodice would cling to her newly feminine form.&nbsp; Holding it out to her, Linda smiled brightly.<br><br>"Oh, this will be perfect.&nbsp; Now, let's get you some petticoats so that it will lay properly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 05:15:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa's mouth felt dry as she gazed at the dress, reached out her hands to take it, turned to see her reflection holding it up to her new body. The idea of dressing like this thrilled her.<br><br>"It's perfect. Thank you," she breathed.<br><br>She couldn't wait to know how it would feel to wear this dress. Her dress.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 17:10:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda smiled and shook her head at her sweet daughter.&nbsp; She was such a feminine beauty as she became amazed with each new clothing like it was the first time she had ever worn a dress.&nbsp; A large smile came to her face as she moved over to the chest of drawers.<br><br>"Come now, my little poppet.&nbsp; We can't spend all morning looking at your reflection in the mirror.&nbsp; We are going to be late and your father will be furious if we do not get a good pew.&nbsp; Put it on the bed and get out of the nightgown.&nbsp; I'll find you a pair of bra and panties."<br><br>Reaching into the top drawer, Linda quickly pulled out a full pair of bright white panties that shimmered in the light.&nbsp; A matching bra was followed as they both looked much different than what Clarissa was used too.&nbsp; The panties were much bigger as they covered her full bum and were much more conservative.&nbsp; The bra's cups were shaped like two cones as they separated her breasts in the bullet bra fashion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 00:50:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a quiet "thank you," she started to dress herself. She loved the feel of lingerie, and this was so supporting, so very feminising. She looked like a sweet young model for retro underwear. She couldn't help smiling at how this all looked and felt already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 05:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the first time, Clarissa felt her new breasts be supported against.&nbsp; She felt the cool material rub against them as she was slowly getting used to her new feminine body.<br><br>"Now, sweetie, you aren't a field mouse.&nbsp; I have taught you this before as it is very important to speak clearly and always respect your elders.&nbsp; You have a beautiful voice and I want to hear it.&nbsp; Now, here is your girdle.&nbsp; I want to hear you say 'Thank you, Mother' like a good angel."<br><br>Linda handed her daughter a matching girdle in the same color as her other lingerie, but this one had tight diamond panels on it.&nbsp; It was an open bottom with straps to hold up her stockings.&nbsp; The girdle looked to be tight around her waist and her derriere.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 16:34:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Mother," Clarissa repeated, more clearly. It seemed strange to call Mrs. Pennbrook 'Mother', but it was part of playing the role of Clarissa. A role Greg had always wanted to live.<br><br>She smiled excitedly as she was helped into the girdle, glancing to the mirror to admire herself as each new piece of totally feminine garb was added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 21:51:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda smiled sweetly at her daughter as she watched her fit into her girdle.&nbsp; Remembering the times when she was just a little girl, it was strange to see her little angel beginning to look like a young woman.&nbsp; The girdle gave her pert bum more of a defined look along with giving her a very feminine front.<br><br>Linda handed her a pair of white shimmering stockings.&nbsp; The stockings had full seams on the back along with being tight at the top.&nbsp; They looked nothing like the simple pantyhose that Greg had been used too.<br><br>"That's my baby.&nbsp; See how much better you sound when you speak up and let the world hear your beautiful voice..."<br><br>Pulling out a tight slip that would fall to the tops of the stockings, Linda watched her daughter put on the stockings very carefully so that she would not get any runs on them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 17:39:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled brightly and nodded, then sat to carefully roll up the stockings. She had only occasionally worn pantyhose as Greg, but loved the feeling - it was what had first made him want to dress as a girl. And now here she was, not only dressing as a girl but being one.<br><br>She crossed her legs slowly, admiring how they looked, loving how they felt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 04:36:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The stockings were much different than the pantyhose he wore as these were thicker and not as flimsy.&nbsp; Also, without the garters, there was absolutely no possible way that they could stay up on their own.&nbsp; The stockings made her legs standout beautifully as they made them much more defined.&nbsp; And that is besides the electricity that shot through his veins when he rubbed his legs together.<br><br>"My little baby is such a beautiful young lady.&nbsp; Okay, hands up...."<br><br>Linda slid the tight slip down her feminine body.&nbsp; The slip softly covered her bra and fell to the tops of her stockings.&nbsp; In her time, the length of the slip could be considered a small dress, but this was still lingerie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 16:24:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," she said again as she was helped into the slip, looking down at the hem of the skirt. She felt like she could stop here, fully dressed and ladylike... but the dress was still waiting, and she was impatient to wear it, to be completely dressed like her dream come true.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 04:58:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda returned to the closet and came back with two white fluffy clouds of material.&nbsp; With a wide smile, she looked to her daughter as she prepared the petticoats.<br><br>"This dress usually requires just one, but I know how much girls your age love their petticoats, so I got two.&nbsp; You just have to be careful to not let any boys see your pretties...."<br><br>The two petticoats were rather different as the first one she lowered down her body was very full and swished in the slightest of movements.&nbsp; The second petticoat was much harder and tied tightly around her waist so that neither of them would move.&nbsp; Falling to her knees, they gave her the sweetest bell silhouettes as Clarissa was certain that no modern girl would ever wear such a feminine garment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 14:39:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled at the idea of letting boys see. But thinking about it, the prospect seemed almost tempting. <br><br>No modern girl would wear these? 'Their loss,' she thought as she looked at her reflection, shifting slightly on her feet and turning a little to let the petticoats rustle delightfully.<br><br>'Now I'm ready for my dress,' she thought, thrilled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 04:22:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Coming up behind her, Linda took the very new dress and let it slide gently down her feminine body.&nbsp; The small waist got caught on her pointy breasts, but it soon fell into place as Linda began to arrange it about her.&nbsp; The skirt fell past the end of the petticoats as it laid outwards from her legs.<br><br>She felt the small zipper being pulled tight as the bodice of the dress pulled around her bosom.&nbsp; Feeling the snug fit around her stomach and breasts, she was amazed at how truly feminine she looked.&nbsp; Greg was finally the beautiful girl he always wished.&nbsp; Greg was finally Clarissa.<br><br>"What do you think, Clarissa?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 14:20:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but smile at the feeling of being fastened into her beautiful dress. It felt so thrilling, and so right.<br><br>She smiled all the wider as she gazed down at herself, turning slightly to hear and feel the skirt swish around her, smoothing it down with her slender hands.<br><br>"Oh, it's wonderful, thank you... I would love to dress like this all the time..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 21:35:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The navy blue color brought out the soft and light blue color of her eyes while the white flower print made her look very sweet and innocent.&nbsp; Clarissa was truly a picture of femininity and Linda could not be more prouder.&nbsp; With a wide smile, she shook her head at her young daughter.<br><br>"Silly girl!&nbsp; I'm not raising a boy, so you will always dress liked a proper young lady.&nbsp; Now, we need some accessories to tie the outfit together, so let us see what we can come up with."<br><br>Going back to the closet, she pulled out a pair of dark blue heels with about a 2 inch heel that she set before Clarissa's petite feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 02:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa nodded eagerly in agreement, her heart skipping a beat at the idea of being allowed to dress like this all the time.<br><br>Seeing the high heels, she couldn't resist stepping into them, smiling as she did. She had a little practice walking in high heels and it always excited her, and now she could do it all the time. They fit perfectly, and she thought to herself 'you shall go to the ball'...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 22:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda stopped as she looked at her daughter with a judging eye.&nbsp; Muttering to herself, she needed the final pieces of the perfect picture.&nbsp; Her gloved hands went to her face and then through her soft blond hair.&nbsp; Nodding her head, a bright smile came to her lips as she moved her to the brightly feminine vanity.&nbsp; Sitting her down on the stool as she looked at herself in the mirror, she took a soft brush and began working it through her hair.<br><br>"Sweetie, why don't you get started on your makeup while I try to work with the mess of your hair?&nbsp; I am so glad that we have that salon appointment as you will look so perfect afterwards.&nbsp; For now, I'll just brush it and put it in a simple bow."<br><br>In the drawers of the vanity were a various amount of makeup items that Clarissa would need for her day.&nbsp; As Greg, he would have only the slightest of ideas on how to put it on properly.&nbsp; But, as Clarissa, it seemed second nature to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 02:55:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure that will look good enough... although of course I'm looking forward to the salon," Clarissa admitted as the ideas was suggested, even as she reached for a compact for foundation. After that, she started to consider shades and styles for her makeup - nothing too daring, or evening-style, of course. She was delighted to find that she knew what she was doing, having very rarely worn makeup before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 04:33:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda guided her daughter on the intricacies of the makeup.&nbsp; Giving her the soft pink tube for her lips.&nbsp; Making remarks about the foundation, the blush and even on how to curl her eyelashes.&nbsp; Her words were only reinforcement as Clarissa worked perfectly well without her guided hand.<br><br>Linda brushed her beautiful hair as the golden blond began to sparkle in the early morning light.&nbsp; With slow and thorough strokes, she entangled every strand along with taking a large piece of dark blue ribbon.&nbsp; Pulling her hair into a ponytail on top of her head, she wrapped the ribbon in a large bow as she could see the edges peek out from beside her head.&nbsp; Putting a pearl necklace around her neck and matching earrings in her ears, she looked like the sweetest girl she had ever seen.<br><br>With a bright smile, she lifted her daughter and brought the final pieces of her outfit.&nbsp; The first were satin white gloves that went halfway up her arm.&nbsp; They were very elegant and made her fingers look even more slimming than before.&nbsp; Next, she pulled out a bright white button up fuzzy sweater.&nbsp; The sweater had pearl buttons and very short sleeves so that the entire length of her glove could be seen by all.&nbsp; She didn't thread her arms through sleeves as she laid it on her shoulders and button the top pearl button around her neck.&nbsp; The necklace was placed over the sweater as the soft material would protect any skin showing and help keep her warm during the Spring month.&nbsp; A bright white clutch purse was the final piece as she led Clarissa over to the large mirror.<br><br>"So, what do you think, angel?&nbsp; I know I have the prettiest daughter in the entire town."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 11:26:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each addition thrilled Clarissa. She smiled at the makeup, the jewellery, seeing the ends of the bow in her hair as she turned her head.<br><br>She stood poised, hearing her full skirt rustle and her high heels tap on the floor, then gasped as she saw her reflection.<br><br>There was not so much as a hint or trace of masculinity left. She was the most beautiful, feminine girl.<br><br>"I... I don't want to sound immodest, but I can hardly disagree with you..." she murmured wistfully, gazing down to see her body so dressed, looking back to the mirror to see her perfected reflection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 17:50:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Never forget that.&nbsp; No matter what anybody tells you, always know that you are the prettiest girl and that your mother loves you very much."<br><br>Smiling behind her, Linda felt a small tear reach the edge of her eye.&nbsp; Clarissa looked to be the sweetest girl from the 1950's and all of her girlish desires had come true.&nbsp; Letting her soak in her image a bit longer, Linda finally began to pull her daughter away from the mirror as she led her out of the room.<br><br>"Come now, let us show your father.&nbsp; I know that he will be so proud of you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 19:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope so," Clarissa agreed, a little worried. Who was this man who was now her father? And... would she ever see her real family again? Greg's real family...<br><br>But she maintained her smile, still intoxicated by her transformation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 04:00:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you two ladies hurry up?&nbsp; We are going to be......."<br><br>The voice trailed off as a blond haired man with the brightest blue eyes Clarissa had ever seen appear at the bottom of the stairs.&nbsp; He wore a very dark suit, pressed white shirt and a black tie.&nbsp; His blond hair was very short and neatly trimmed along with his face being completely shaved.&nbsp; Looking at him, Clarissa suddenly realized where she had gotten her looks from.<br><br>Linda led Clarissa down the stairs as the man watched the two ladies with his mouth to the floor.&nbsp; Hearing her petticoats rustle in every step, his eyes moved from each of the ladies as a wide grin appeared on his face.<br><br>"I must be the luckiest man in the world as I get to escort two of the most beautiful ladies in the whole town."<br><br>"Oh, Jim, you are just saying that."&nbsp; Linda came up to her husband and kissed her on the cheek.&nbsp; With a wide smile, he was a very tall man as he had to bend down to look at her daughter as he offered his cheek to his only daughter.<br><br>"Your truly are an angel, Clarissa."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 02:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I try," she replied as she stretched up to kiss his cheek. It reminded her of how petite she was now. Greg was used to being taller than his mother, close to his father's height, but now as Clarissa she was small, overwhelmed by men.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 04:43:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And so modest too....Somebody raised her right...."<br><br>Jim looked over to his wife who was smiling so proudly.&nbsp; It was at that moment that he decided it was time for them to head out.&nbsp; Opening the front door, she let the two ladies walk out first before he shut the door and walked into the world.<br><br>A small breeze swirled around Clarissa's legs as she looked around her new world.&nbsp; Seeing old milk containers on the porch, a bright blue sky unaffected by any pollution and a large Cadillac on the driveway the size of a boat, she knew that she wasn't in her time.&nbsp; She had truly gone back to the 1950's as she watched her father open up Linda's door and then Clarissa as she waited for her to enter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 18:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't resist gazing around at her new surroundings, her new world... down at her skirt swaying in the breeze... but as Jim held the door, she hurried to get inside, sitting holding down her skirts and swinging her legs inside daintily. It reminded her of how impractical her lovely clothes were, and that made her grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 04:07:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He closed the door behind her as he started up the loud engine.&nbsp; The seats had no give to them as they were rather hard.&nbsp; The pressure pushed her skirts all around her as she looked around the basic car.&nbsp; No airbags, a simple seatbelt and not even a car radio could be found in the rather expensive car.<br><br>Jim drove out of their subdivision which was filled with houses of the exact same make and model of their own.&nbsp; Noticing a small general store on the corner, they drove a few blocks to the parking lot of a large church.&nbsp; With a towering steeple and huge stained glass windows, Clarissa watched many other families pull up in similar cars and get out in similar outfits.&nbsp; As Jim parked the car, Linda checked her makeup one last time as he came around and opened up the doors for both of the ladies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 02:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her skirts resting spread wide, Clarissa had to think how to get out of the car. She watched Mrs. Pennbrook subtly, seeing how she managed it, but her skirt was quite different in style.<br><br>Then Jim offered her a hand and she took it... His hands were so large and strong, she was so petite and light now, which she loved. <br><br>Swinging her legs out, together, she pushed herself up, and took a moment to smooth down her full skirts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 17:43:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda smiled approvingly as her hand came to the back of her daughter's shoulder and began to lead her into the large church.&nbsp; As Clarissa looked around, she could notice many other cars beginning to pull into the parking lot and they all looked closed to their own.&nbsp; Many of them were rather large and much louder than she was used too.<br><br>As they walked through the large glass doors, she was able to get a closer look at all the other patrons.&nbsp; She noticed that every single male, including the younger ones were in a very nice suit.&nbsp; The women wore a wide variety of dresses.&nbsp; Young girls her own age looked very much like Clarissa, but she noticed that her family had just a touch bit more class.&nbsp; There car was a bit more nicer and Linda looked to be wearing the finest of clothing.<br><br>Jim led the family to the middle of the church and found an empty pew.&nbsp; Letting Linda and then Clarissa inside, he sat down next to them as they prepared for the service to begin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 18:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried her best not to stare at the cars, the suits, the dresses - although here she couldn't entirely stop herself. She didn't want to look like a tourist visiting this strange, enticing new life. Still, the idea of being the best dressed girl here thrilled her. She couldn't help but glance at some of the young men as well. Were they looking her way?<br><br>Taking a seat with her new family, she held her flowing skirts so as to sit properly and not reveal too much to any boy who was looking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 20:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a matter of moments, the service started without so much of a glance towards Clarissa.&nbsp; She had fit into the crowd of people without even a second glance.&nbsp; There was absolutely nothing strange about a beautiful young lady going to church with her parents.<br><br><em>'Elizabeth!&nbsp; Hush!'</em><br><br>On the other side of the large church, a small family of four was enjoying the service.&nbsp; The man had on a nice suit, a pair of dark rimmed glasses and was beginning to loose his hair.&nbsp; His wife wore a simple flowered dress and was small in stature just like her husband.&nbsp; Their two children sat next to them.&nbsp; One was a little girl who couldn't be older than 6 who wore a bright pink dress and was obviously being fussy about the boring service.<br><br><em>'Eric!&nbsp; Take a hold of your sister.'</em><br><br>The final member of the family was a young man in a nice suit.&nbsp; He had short brown hair, rather tall and had very broad shoulders.&nbsp; He took a hold of his sister and held her in his arms.&nbsp; Sighing to himself, his eyes suddenly caught Clarissa as his mouth fell open in a VERY apparent gaze towards her.&nbsp; She was the most beautiful woman Eric had ever seen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 22:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the young man met her gaze and gawped, Clarissa found herself smiling, and a gentle blush rising. Greg had never seriously fantasised about other men even while dressed, but now... now this boy's attention was definitely flattering, and she could feel herself getting shy, just like Greg had around girls he liked. She lowered her gaze, still smiling gently, and glanced up furtively to see if he was still looking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 19:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young girl began to fidget in the young man's arms as he tried to get her to calm down.&nbsp; The girl wasn't stupid as she noticed her brother's eyes looking at the young girl across the way that had caught his attention.&nbsp; She spread her small arm and pointed directly at Clarissa.<br><br><em>'Whose dat?'</em><br><br>Eric quickly began to blush as she tried to hide his sister's arm as he held her close to him.&nbsp; Clarissa could tell that the young man was rather nervous of what Clarissa had thought.&nbsp; His mouth began to quiver in fright as he tried to calm his sister.<br><br><em>'I..........I.........I don't know!&nbsp; No!&nbsp; Don't look at her!'</em><br><br>Next to Clarissa, Linda looked over at the young man as a sweet smile reached her lips.&nbsp; Nudging her husband, she leaned over to him and began to whisper in his ear soft words that even Clarissa couldn't hear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 21:22:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa managed to suppress a giggle at Eric's awkward reaction to his sister's question, but was still smiling brightly as the boy tried not to look her way. She knew just how he felt, having been such a boy not so long ago, and finding that she very much enjoyed being the object of his attentions...<br><br>She looked sidelong at the Pennbrooks, her 'parents', talking in hushed tones, and wondered what they might be discussing... aside from the wonderful attention she was attracting from this boy, of course.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 03:43:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric tried to conceal his gawking at the pretty girl throughout the service, but it was kind of useless.&nbsp; Everytime Clarissa looked over at him, his head would always jerk away and his cheeks would become rather flustered.<br><br>Finally, the service had ended and the congregation was allowed to leave.&nbsp; Eric gathered up his sister and their family quickly left their pew to go outside.&nbsp; The Pennbrooks slowly followed with Jim and Linda leading the way.&nbsp; Outside the large church, many families were standing around talking with one another along with the priest who had just given the service.&nbsp; To the side, Linda noticed Eric and his family as she poked her husband.<br><br>"Dear, isn't that the Stevens over there?&nbsp; Didn't you say that you had some business to do with Frank?&nbsp; It has been so long since we have seen them and look at how pretty Elizabeth has gotten.&nbsp; Let us say hello as I need to talk to Susan about her casserole."<br><br>Jim nodded his head and put his large hand on the back of Clarissa as he led his family over towards them with a proud smile on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 14:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa watched other girls up ahead as they left, to follow their example as they passed the priest as he waited by the door. Apparently they nodded low rather than shaking hands, or curtseying, as she thought they might.<br><br>She raised her eyebrows slightly at Jim's guiding hand, but did not resist it. It was normal for the time, and rather comforting - and another small touch of pleasure at being reminded of her new wholly feminine state.<br><br>And she couldn't help but smile as they approached Eric's family.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 20:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Frank Stevens!&nbsp; Well, I'll be.&nbsp; It has been too long, my good man.&nbsp; I am sure you remember my wife, Linda.&nbsp; And our beautiful daughter Clarissa."<br><br>Jim shook the hand of the man who was a bit smaller than he was.&nbsp; He introduced each one of his girls with a pride smile as Linda smiled and nodded her head in response.<br><br>"James Pennbrook.&nbsp; It has been too long.&nbsp; Of course you know my wife Susan and our beautiful children, Eric and Elizabeth."<br><br>As Frank's words came out, Eric suddenly turned and realized that Clarissa was standing right next to her parents.&nbsp; Her eyes grew incredibly large as he almost dropped Elizabeth that he was holding so close.&nbsp; Soon enough, the two men were talking business with each other as the women and children were left by themselves.&nbsp; Susan took a hold of Elizabeth from Eric as she smiled towards Clarissa as she spoke in a not so subtle tone.<br><br>"Eric, why don't you be a gentleman and escort Clarissa to a nice bench?&nbsp; I'm sure you two don't want to listen to us babble on."<br><br>Eric's cheeks grew a deep red color as he walked over to Clarissa and offered her his arm.&nbsp; He stuttered out every single one of his words and it was rather obvious that he was nervous around such a beautiful girl.<br><br>"Clarissa, wo-wo-wo-would you like to take a walk with me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 18:18:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled again on being introduced as the family's beautiful daughter. Both of these ideas were new to her, and both of them pleased her.<br><br>She smiled warmly to Elizabeth, then to Susan as she retrieved her.<br><br>Turning her attention fully to Eric, she waited for him to finish stammering. He was worse than she had ever been as Greg!<br><br>"I would be honoured," she replied gently to his question, taking the boy's offered arm lightly with a soft smile. "Shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 03:48:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Swallowing the large lump in his throat as the young boy felt her hand softly touch him.&nbsp; Nodding his head, he began to lead her away from the group of people to a secluded bench near a freshly cut lawn.<br><br>"Uhh.......I'm sorry about my mother back there.........She can be a bit pushy at times...."<br><br>Eric was used to his mother introducing him to girls as she desperately wanted him to be in a relationship.&nbsp; However, Clarissa was different.&nbsp; Clarissa was actually really pretty and somebody that Eric really liked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's quite all right. I'm flattered, really. I haven't had someone's mother push them towards me for a while now." She grinned.<br><br>She did wonder if she were being overly honest. Should she be more guarded in this time... this gender?<br><br>"Just kidding," she added. "Ahh... by which I mean it's not a common thing... not that it hasn't been a while." She winced inwardly as she realised she could still get as tongue-tied as she had when she was a boy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 17:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric's eyes lit up at her words.&nbsp; To him, she sounded like the sweetest angel had come down to earth.&nbsp; And hearing her trip over her own words made him see that she was nervous as well.&nbsp; In fact, the little trip of her words gave him a boost of confidence to tell her how he really felt.<br><br>"I don't think a woman as beautiful as yourself would need any help in finding someone...."<br><br>They had reached the small wooden bench that looked out to the large lawn of the church.&nbsp; Standing to one side, Eric smiled sweetly and patiently waited for the lady to take her seat before he would follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 04:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You think I'm..." She felt herself blushing at the idea that he would think her beautiful, or even a woman. She pursed her lips, surprised. And flattered.<br><br>Seeing him pause, she realised why, and took a seat, smoothing her skirts under her and keeping them flat over her legs. She was already growing used to doing this, but it still secretly amused her to have to do something so very feminine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 20:15:50</strong>
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				Eric watched her as he tried not to stare her lovely legs encased in the most exquisite stockings he had ever seen.&nbsp; Just catching a glimpse at the slices of the little clouds underneath her skirts caused his heart to almost burst from his chest.&nbsp; Feeling his palm beginning to sweat, he cleared his throat as he undid the button of his suit's jacket and took a seat next to her.<br><br>The bench wasn't too large, so he tried not to sit on her large skirts as he had to move a little out of the way just to be able to sit down next to her.&nbsp; Smelling her perfume, she watched her blush that caused him to smile greater.&nbsp; He had never felt like this before and Eric was going to do his best to try and impress the lovely creature next to her.&nbsp; His eyes slowly lifted from his hands to look over to the young.<br><br>"I think.....you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen....."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 03:00:21</strong>
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				"You do?"<br><br>She was genuinely startled by this idea... that she was the girl in the mirror, not just her former self dressed in her wonderful clothes. She knew that she was, but it was still so new.<br><br>"You're, you're very kind."<br><br>She felt her blush strengthen, embarrassed by this new level of attention... and by the feeling that she was enjoying it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 19:00:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you..."<br><br>Folding the hands in his lap, he felt the sweat begin to moisten around his rather soft touch.&nbsp; For a spring day, it wasn't too hot, but Eric felt like he was burning up.&nbsp; The silence after his words began to burn in the air as he realized that he was missing his opportunity.&nbsp; This was his one chance to get the girl of his dreams and he couldn't think of anything to say.&nbsp; Start with something simple.&nbsp; Anything easy.<br><br>"So, um, Clarissa, what school do you go too?"<br><br><em>St. Mary's</em><br><br>The name flashed in Clarissa's mind as it was a name of an all girls school that was still around in Greg's time.&nbsp; He remembered them fondly as they were called the St. Mary's Angels and the lovely plaid blue pleated skirts they had to wear as a uniform.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 05:35:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"St. Mary's," she said automatically, then blinked. <br><br>She remembered the uniforms - Greg had imagined wearing one, as well as asking some of the girls at the school out, but never managed either.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 18:45:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In this time and the small town, most of the good High School's were very private schools.&nbsp; There were public schools, but they were for the middle to lower class.&nbsp; It was rather obvious that Mrs. Pennington had some money, so she would send her daughter to one of the best schools.<br><br>"Do you like it there?&nbsp; I go to St. Joseph's and it can be really hard..."<br><br><em>St. Joseph's...</em><br><br>That is where Greg went with his friends.&nbsp; St. Joseph's is an all male school that he used to go to that was known for its very high standards of education.&nbsp; Because the schools only have one gender, they have partnered with one another on many events and social gatherings.<br><br>In fact, Eric was suddenly reminded of a prom that was to happen in a few weeks that he had no intention of going to until now.&nbsp; If he could bring Clarissa, he would feel like the luckiest guy in the world.&nbsp; Maybe she would actually like to go out with him?&nbsp; Eric had never been out on a date until now...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 19:32:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do, it's... a wonderful place to learn. It would be fun not having to wear the uniform every day, though." She smirked... although she was excited to finding out what the uniform looked and felt like to wear in this strange era.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 04:31:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric grinned as he nodded her head with her words.&nbsp; "I know.&nbsp; It would be nice not to wear a coat and tie everyday.&nbsp; I feel like I live in this thing..."<br><br>Eric looked down at his best suit as he spent most of his life with a tie around his neck.&nbsp; Maybe they were preparing him for his job, but Eric wished for a much more relaxed uniform.&nbsp; Tennis shoes, collard shirt, nothing too fancy.&nbsp; Something that Greg used to wear.&nbsp; Apparently, the uniform is more strict in this time period.<br><br>"But, I know you must look really pretty in your uniform.&nbsp; Very pretty..."<br><br>Eric winced to himself as he began to repeat himself as he complimented her again.&nbsp; However, it became rather hard for him to concentrate on his words as he crossed one of his legs to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 16:27:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope so," she said, suppressing a chuckle as the boy grew more flustered. She knew what this was like, having been in his shoes many times... but now she was in high heels, and she felt much more at home there. Hidden, suppressed desires could be displayed for all the world to see, and it felt wonderful.<br><br>And she could tell that he was hiding desires of his own as he crossed his legs. <br><br>"Perhaps I'll see you around town, and we can both see how we look?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 03:57:15</strong>
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				"Really?&nbsp; That would be swell.&nbsp; I was actually thinking of asking if...."<br><br><strong>"There you two are.&nbsp; We were wondering what happened to the lovely couple?"</strong><br><br>Susan Stevens said not so subtly as she and Linda return with their husbands following.&nbsp; Eric suddenly grew rather flustered as she rose to his feet and came up to meet his mother.<br><br>Linda smiled warmly at Clarissa as she could the sweet smile that was placed on the young girl's face.&nbsp; Linda guided Clarissa in front of them as she spoke more sweetly to the lovely family.<br><br>"Well, it was nice seeing you all again, but we must be heading out.&nbsp; Clarissa and I have a hair appointment that we must not be late for.&nbsp; We hope to see you again soon..."<br><br>And so the Pennbrooks began to walk towards the car.&nbsp; Hushed whispering could be heard behind them as Clarissa could make out Susan's voice as she was talking to her son.&nbsp; After a few steps, Eric's voice could be heard behind them.<br><br>"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Pennbrook, I was wondering if it would be okay if I were to call Clarissa tomorrow after school.&nbsp; I would really like to take her out on a date this Friday..."<br><br>Eric quickly said his words as he looked to the parents of the lovely girl before her.&nbsp; Linda touched her husband's hand before he could say anything as she looked down to Clarissa for reassurance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 23:32:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa could feel her eyebrows raising in surprise as she met Eric's gaze, and then she nodded, and started to blush.<br><br>'I'm a girl... and a boy... wants to ask me out...' she thought, unable to believe this. Unable to believe how excited she was by it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 21:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim clenched very tightly as every muscle in his strong body seemed to flex at the thought of this young man taking his only sweet angel out on a date.&nbsp; He was a boy at his age and knew exactly what was on his mind.&nbsp; There was no way that he was going to do that to his Clarissa.<br><br>Linda patted her husband's arm and softly shook her head.&nbsp; She knew exactly what he was thinking and she had to remind him to keep his cool and perspective.&nbsp; With a soft squeeze of her hand, she looked to him and Jim knew exactly what to say.<br><br>"Young man, I will grant you permission to call my daughter.&nbsp; Call her tomorrow after we have finished dinner and you may talk to her.&nbsp; I expect you to be on your best behavior when talking to her."<br><br><em>'Uh, Yes Sir.&nbsp; Thank you very much.&nbsp; I will call her tomorrow.'</em><br><br>Even though Eric turned a ghostly pale and was deftly afraid of Mr. Pennbrook, he could hardly hide the large smile on his face and that he almost jumped out of his suit.&nbsp; He quickly returned to his family as the echoes of Elizabething singing 'Eric has a girlfriend, Eric has a girlfriend' could be heard by everybody.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 00:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled at Eric's enthusiasm, despite his obvious fear of the man who now thought of himself as her father. "Thank you, sir," she murmured quietly to Jim as the Stevenses withdrew.<br><br>She was already wondering what she might have in her closet that would be suitable. The idea of dressing for a date very much appealed. The idea of going on a date... it was strange, but it was also rather appealing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 22:27:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim looked at her daughter like she had just sprouted a head from her shoulder.<br><br>"Sir?&nbsp; Oh no, you better not start.&nbsp; I get that enough at the office.&nbsp; Whatever happened to 'Daddy'?"<br><br>"Jim, she is not a little girl.&nbsp; You have to accept that she is a young lady now."&nbsp; Linda said sweetly.<br><br>"I know.&nbsp; But, she is our princess.&nbsp; I just don't want her to get hurt.&nbsp; I am sorry for being over protective, but that is what Father's do.&nbsp; I am just looking out for you, sweetie."<br><br>As they were walking back to their car, Jim put an around Clarissa and hugged the young girl close to him.&nbsp; Leaning down, she kissed her sweetly on the top of her head as he protectively wrapped an arm around her shoulder.&nbsp; It became very apparent to her the differences in dating if you were a girl instead of a boy.&nbsp; The parents are much more protective and cautious for the girl as both Linda and Jim were worried about their little girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 00:32:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know you are..."<br><br>Clarissa smiled gratefully at the warmth and protectiveness of her new family. It still seemed strange to her, calling these strangers her parents, but something about it felt as right as being a girl did.<br><br>She wondered if they had any idea of who she had been just a few hours earlier... she hoped not. She hoped she was the only person who knew her origin, and only wanted to remember so she could appreciate her new life all the more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 20:25:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda smiled sweetly at her husband and daughter as she gently shook her head with a knowing expression.<br><br>"Finally you understand what my father went through when you started showing up at my door.&nbsp; Don't worry Clarissa, your father was a scared little kitten when he met my father for the first time."<br><br>"Linda, this is different.&nbsp; I was scared enough as it is.&nbsp; It's not everyday you get to go on a date with the most beautiful girl in town."&nbsp; Jim smiled sweetly and kissed his wife's cheek as she opened her door for him along with Clarissa's.<br><br>"You always knew the right things to say.&nbsp; Now, could you please take us over to the salon?&nbsp; It is time to make Clarissa pretty for her date."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 22:22:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt herself blushing at this sort of talk... especially the idea of being made pretty for a date, with a boy... It was all so new, and so enticing. Greg's long-suppressed desire to be a girl had taken over his life, and she was loving every second.<br><br>"We have until Friday... oh, what will I wear?" she thought, thrilled by the options she now had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 19:21:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim drove his family to a few streets over in their small town.&nbsp; Clarissa could see that this was a rather wealthy side of town with many shops showing the latest fashions.&nbsp; He pulled into a small strip mall which seemed to be the first of its kind in the small town.&nbsp; There was a Sears on one side and Jim pulled up in front of a large beauty salon.<br><br>"I am going to look around Sears for a while.&nbsp; Let's meet up later and we can go out to lunch."<br><br>"Okay sweetie.&nbsp; But remember, we do not need a new television, so don't you go buying one."<br><br>"Linda....they say you can five channels with this one."<br><br>"No!"<br><br>"Yes dear."&nbsp; Jim kissed his wife on the cheek as he walked over to the large department store.<br><br>Linda winked at Clarissa as she took her hand and led her to the upscale beauty salon.&nbsp; "See Clarissa, men aren't scary.&nbsp; They just need some rules."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 02:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa watched her new father go, half smiling. "Still... five channels?" she asked Linda quietly, then grinned. "If they reach six you won't be able to stop him."<br><br>She looked in the window of one of the fashion boutiques as they passed. The latest designs looked fifty years old to her... and so tempting in their extremes of femininity.<br><br>She looked down at her delicate little hand as she was lead along to the salon. She wondered what she was about to look like.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:00:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda paused as she watched her husband go to Sears.&nbsp; Shaking her head as he almost ran inside as the excitement was clear on his face.&nbsp; "Your father is just so excited that it might actually be in color now.&nbsp; He wants one so bad and all he wants to do is watch his football games."<br><br>The fashions looked so new to all the women as there was an outcry of women looking at a pair of pants.&nbsp; Some were scoffing at the idea while others desperately wanted a pair.&nbsp; Linda could not imagine women ever wearing pants.&nbsp; Why would they ever want to wear men's clothes?<br><br>The beauty salon was completely packed with nothing but women.&nbsp; A row of hairdryers was filled with women gossiping underneath them.&nbsp; Many women were getting their nails done while others were getting their hair in large curlers.&nbsp; An attendant in a bright pink smock with the nametag of 'Maggie' came up to Mrs. Pennbrook with the largest smile.<br><br>"Linda!&nbsp; There you are!&nbsp; It is so wonderful to see you again.&nbsp; Right on time for your weekly appointment.&nbsp; And I see you brought your darling little angel with you.&nbsp; Let me have a look at her."<br><br>Linda nudged Clarissa to show herself off to the rotund woman.&nbsp; She may appear a stranger to Greg, but Clarissa could sense that she had seen this woman a thousand times before.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:09:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Men," Clarissa chuckled at the description of football and colour TV. <br><br>She shook her head at the model wearing pants... she certainly had no intention of following that fashion any time soon.<br><br>She smiled to Maggie, and gave her a quick twirl. She gently held down her full skirts as she went around, loving the feeling of them swaying around her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 17:47:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maggie clasped her hands as she looked at the sweet Clarissa before her.&nbsp; Soft tears came to her eyes as she wiped them away before they ruined her heavy makeup.<br><br>"Clarissa, you truly are a princess.&nbsp; And I am sure you make young boys hearts flutter everytime you walk by."<br><br>"Actually, Maggie, Clarissa captured the heart of the young Stevens boy.&nbsp; He should be calling Clarissa and asking her on a date on Friday."<br><br>Maggie's mouth dropped as she looked up to Linda with the widest smile.<br><br>"Little Eric?&nbsp; I thought he was too scared to ever talk to a young girl.&nbsp; He is such a nice boy and I am so happy for you two.&nbsp; They will make the sweetest couple."<br><br>Linda smiled proudly as she wrapped her arm around the young girl and held her daughter close.&nbsp; Her discerning eyes fell upon her soft blond hair that was held up by the matching bow and then went to Maggie.<br><br>"Indeed.&nbsp; Now, I was hoping we could do something with her hair.&nbsp; It is a complete mess and she needs to look her best for Friday."<br><br>"Of course.&nbsp; We have two chairs in the back, so why don't you follow me and we can get started.&nbsp; Don't worry Clarissa, I promise not to put your hair in pigtails anymore.&nbsp; I think you are a little old for that."&nbsp; And with that, the three women walked through the salon to two empty chairs in the back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 18:38:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and felt herself blush gently at being called a princess. "Thank you," she said softly.<br><br>She followed along, idly thinking that she was sorry for having missed wearing pigtails as a younger girl.<br><br>"I'm sure anything you do will look wonderful."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 04:21:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maggie led the two girls to two large chairs in the back as they sat right next to one another.&nbsp; A younger girl who appeared to be about the age of a college girl began to work on Linda while Maggie worked on Clarissa.<br><br>The young girl slowly removed Linda's hat and veil as Maggie did the same with Clarissa's ribbon.<br><br>"Now, Maggie, I was thinking that was do some long curls for Clarissa.&nbsp; Something that will show off her length and her beautiful color while giving it some volume."<br><br>"I think I have just the idea.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it will take a lot of work and Clarissa will have to wear curlers every single night.&nbsp; But, it will be worth it.&nbsp; Trust me sweetie."<br><br>And with that, Clarissa was covered in a pink smock and the woman began to work on Clarissa's hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:01:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa nodded. She thought that might be rather fun, having to wear curlers. She was slightly relieved that she wouldn't be getting a beehive hairdo... although it could be fun too, for the right occasion.<br><br>She lay back and relaxed, smiling to herself at the pink smock patterned with white flowers. No-one would ever guess she had ever been anything other than a girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 17:45:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The entire process took so much longer than Clarissa could have ever imagined.&nbsp; There was so much more to do because of her new gender and the old timeframe.&nbsp; She had to get her hair washed, have small pin curls put tightly on her head, had to sit underneath the dryer, have an attendant do her nails which were now much longer and gleaned in the bright light and finally have the curls taken out.<br><br>All the while, Linda sat next to her as she sat patiently reading her magazine.&nbsp; She was rather used to the treatment, so this was nothing new to her.&nbsp; In fact, she enjoyed the quiet time and was happy when they were finished a bit before Clarissa.&nbsp; With a proud smile on Maggie's face as she finished up Clarissa's makeup, she finally turned the girl around and showed her the new curls that cascaded down her neck in a beautiful golden color.<br><br>http://www.fiftiesweb.com/fashion/album/50s%20makeup/slides/makeup-1-54.html (http://www.fiftiesweb.com/fashion/album/50s%20makeup/slides/makeup-1-54.html)<br><br>"Now, Clarissa, your mother will teach you to put your hair up in curlers every night, but I think you have to agree that it is well worth it.&nbsp; Women have to go through a lot to look beautiful, but I think that Eric won't be able to stop staring at you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 18:19:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh my..." She gazed at her reflection. "I look like a movie star." She saw her soft rouged lips smile in the mirror, as she tilted her head slightly to see her from different angles.<br><br>She smiled to herself at being told that women have to go through a lot to be beautiful. She knew that more than most... and every step delighted her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 04:18:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft curls framed her face and made her look rather elegant along with keeping her innocent quality.&nbsp; Linda had a huge smile on her face as she brought her gloved hand to her eye to wipe a tear away.<br><br>"Maggie, she looks like a more beautiful version of Marilyn.&nbsp; You truly are a dream."<br><br>Maggie smiled proudly as she removed the smock and gave Linda the bow from Clarissa to hold in her purse.&nbsp; Linda's hair and makeup was refreshed as the two women were ready to go.&nbsp; After paying for everything, Linda walked with Clarissa out the door and to the large Sears.<br><br>"Come now, let us find your father.&nbsp; Before we do that, we must get you some new uniforms for school.&nbsp; I noticed that they were beginning to look a little worn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 05:36:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa waved happily to Maggie as she departed, feeling proud as her curls swayed with each step.<br><br>The store was large and spacious, proudly displaying things Greg had only seen in antique stores or garage sales.<br><br>"Yes, ma'am," she nodded as she was told she needed new uniforms. She was eager to see what she would have to wear. Greg had fantasised about the St. Mary's girls, and their uniform, but Clarissa was sure it would be even more appealing at this time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:47:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was clear that most of the people did their shopping at the large Sears as they had absolutely everything you could imagine.&nbsp; They passed through the appliances department as Clarissa watched many women looking at large stoves that looked brand new.&nbsp; Clarissa noticed that not a single microwave was for sale.<br><br>They passed by a large furniture section that had large couches and matching single beds that were used for married couples.&nbsp; The colors were much brighter as comfort had taken a backseat to how beautiful they looked.&nbsp; Not a single piece of leather furniture could be found.<br><br>Finally, after passing by models in foundation garments, they reached the young girls section as Linda smiled sweetly.<br><br>"Uniforms should be in the back, so let us go looking for the St. Mary's kind.&nbsp; And if you are a good girl, we will take a look at getting you one of those new skirts.....what are they called?&nbsp; I think they are called 'Poodle Skirts' or something..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 21:09:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa raised her eyebrows at the furnishings, and tried not to stare at the underwear, imagining how it would feel.<br><br>As Linda mentioned poodle skirts, she couldn't help but be excited. "Oh, I'd love that," she said with an eager nod. She wanted to be the perfect 50s girl. "So I'll be a good girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 04:33:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda led Clarissa through the department until they reached an entire section devouted to girl's uniforms.&nbsp; Each little area was designated to one school as Linda stopped under a blue one that seemed oddly recognizable.<br><br>(http://www.starhub.com/Telescope/Highlights/2008/10/Disney/PrincessDiaries_158x200.jpg)<br><br>However, the differences in years was astounding.&nbsp; The skirt on the mannequin fell at least past her knee.&nbsp; Blouses were worn instead of polo shirts.&nbsp; A blazer with the school's symbol was worn along with a very feminine bow under the blouse.&nbsp; Knee high socks and saddle shoes finished the outfit.&nbsp; The mannequin looked prim and very proper, nothing like the lazy girls of her time.&nbsp; It was a true classic school girl look for Clarissa.<br><br>"Now, we need to get you some skirts and blouses.&nbsp; I know you don't like your uniform sweetie, but please take better care of it.&nbsp; You should feel proud to wear something so special.&nbsp; I know I was when I went to St. Mary's."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 23:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazed at the uniform, feeling a smile creep up her lips. Wearing this would be an absolute thrill. She couldn't wait to try it on, to step outside wearing it, to be seen in it...<br><br>"I'll try," she said softly to Linda's request. "I do like it. And I w- do feel proud to wear it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 17:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know it's hard as it was for me when I was your age.&nbsp; I missed seeing boys, but I met your father in High School and Eric is nice a gentleman.&nbsp; So, there are other ways besides school.&nbsp; Also, you have so many friends that you will keep for years to come."<br><br>Linda was smiling and talking to Clarissa as she went through the many skirts.&nbsp; Picking up two skirts that were her size and then two blouses, she made sure to get the rest of the items to make up the uniform.&nbsp; With a wide grin, she whispered quietly to her sweet daughter.<br><br>"It was imperative that you get new uniforms, but I think we should get you some new lingerie.&nbsp; What do you say?"<br><br>Even in the very feminine department, Linda was rather cognisant not to mention that very loudly to her daughter as she led her to the intimates section.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 00:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa nodded in agreement with the reasoning behind the schooling, even though she really knew none of these friends... she hoped she would recognise them when she saw them.<br><br>She smiled as she held up one of the skirts to herself. Wearing this uniform would be almost as delightful as this dress, her first outfit as the girl of her dreams.<br><br>She giggled and nodded happily as Linda mentioned getting her some new underwear. "Yes, please," she said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 20:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking over to the lingerie section, Clarissa noticed that it had a lot more young girls shopping with their mothers.&nbsp; She saw a group of girls looking at the slips and petticoats as they looked over to her.&nbsp; They wore more simpler outfits as it looked like Clarissa was the only one who came from church.<br><br>Linda picked up some more pointy bras for Clarissa and then went over to the girdles.&nbsp; She got another diamond paneled one for her.&nbsp; Realizing that she needed some for herself, Linda smiled over to her daughter.<br><br>"Sweetie, why don't you get another nightgown for yourself?&nbsp; I know you can use some more...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 02:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa gave her an excited nod. She wanted to try on almost everything in this aisle, from the bras and girdles to the petticoats... and yes, the nightgowns.<br><br>She remembered the one she had woken up in, and looked for something similar. She was tempted to find something racy, just to try it on, but she knew her new identity meant she should pick something girlish and pretty.<br><br>She knew she would be choosing something in pink...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 19:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waiting until Clarissa was out on her own, Linda began looking through the lingerie section of the department store.&nbsp; She had an idea in her head that would simply not go away.&nbsp; With Clarissa being gone on Friday night, she realized that she had a night alone with her husband.&nbsp; Picking out the right selection would make the evening even more special.&nbsp; With a wide smile, Linda found exactly what she was looking for.<br><br>(http://www.secretsinlace.com/images/uploads/R21-P.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>As Clarissa went looking through the selections of nightgowns, there was a pink and frilly one that looked to be much older than the nightgown she had worn this morning.&nbsp; It looked rather elegant and something a young lady would wear to bed instead of a sweet girl.<br><br>(http://www.dorotheasclosetvintage.com/50sPINKGown.jpg)<br><br>After Linda got her selections, she saw Clarissa and walked up behind her.&nbsp; "Did you find anything you like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 23:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa took the gown out and walked over to a mirror, holding it up against herself. It was lovely... she hoped that she could have it.<br><br>"Is this alright?" she asked hopefully as Linda returned, showing her the lace-trimmed nightdress and a matching pair of mule slippers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 03:52:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda looked at the nightdress as a pained expression came across her face.&nbsp; The nightgown was beautiful and one that Linda approved of, but she couldn't help looking at her daughter and wish for her to return to her younger days.&nbsp; She passed by some babydoll nighties for little girls that would have looked so adorable on her, but here she stood before her.&nbsp; Clarissa was now a young woman.<br><br>"Yes, sweetie, that is beautiful.&nbsp; Pick up the matching bed jacket though..."<br><br>Linda thought the nightgown was a little bit too revealing, so she made sure to get something to cover her up.&nbsp; She would always be her mother and she would always be overprotective of her little girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 19:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," Clarissa said gratefully, not noticing her new mother's nostalgic expression as she went to find a bed jacket to go with her new nightdress and mules.<br><br>She passed by a display of longline girdles. they looked so strange, impractical... and tempting. She hoped she would get to find out how it felt to wear one someday soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 05:13:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda smiled wide as she watched her daughter look in awe at all the lingerie around her.&nbsp; She truly was becoming a woman before her very eyes as Linda didn't know if she was ready for this.&nbsp; She would miss her sweet little angel as she would soon not need her anymore.<br><br>"Come on sweetie, let us pay for these things and find your father.&nbsp; I think I know exactly where he is."<br><br>Linda imagined her wonderful husband looking at the televisions as she shook her head and went over to the register's.&nbsp; An older woman was behind the counter and began to ring up the items with a sweet look on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 19:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa followed along, feeling a slight blush as the saleslady started to tot up the purchases on the counter. <br><br>In her former life, Greg could never build up the courage to buy feminine clothes for himself, but now here she was buying entire outfits from lingerie to skirts, to be worn in public for everyone to see and admire her newfound beauty. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 04:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older woman behind the counter smiled sweetly to the mother and daughter as they were buying lingerie in their Sunday best.&nbsp; It was the most natural occurrence in the world as Clarissa fit in like any other girl.<br><br><em>'Here you go.&nbsp; I must say that you and your daughter both look very elegant in your Sunday best.&nbsp; Your husband must be very proud.'</em><br><br>Linda nodded to the sweet old woman as they went to find said husband.&nbsp; Walking through the large Sears, they passed by so many new items that looked completely dated to Clarissa.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:52:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," Clarissa said, feeling proud and happy to be noticed and admired. She took her share of the bags and followed along to find her new 'daddy'. <br><br>As she went, she gazed curiously at the fifty-year-old new inventions, and looking at the other shoppers as well - men and boys in shirts and ties, women and girls almost all in skirts or dresses. She was not used to the gender divide being so sharp... or to being on the side she'd always wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 03:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they walked to the section that held all the television's, Linda stopped and noticed something peculiar.&nbsp; Jim wasn't there.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she began to walk the store looking for estranged husband.&nbsp; Near the appliances, she heard a deep voice come up behind her.<br><br>"Linda!&nbsp; Over here!"<br><br>Turning around, there was Mr. Pennbrook with a large shopping bag in his hand as he walked up to his wife and daughter.&nbsp; With a proud smile, he quickly kissed his wife as she looked at him with a displeasing look.<br><br>"What did you buy?"<br><br>"Should I ask you the same thing?"<br><br>"We got some new uniforms for Clarissa as hers were getting tattered."<br><br>"Well, I got something special for you.&nbsp; Something that you have been wanting to get for a while."&nbsp; Mr. Pennbrook then pulled out a brand new iron and Linda's face exploded in joy.&nbsp; She quickly wrapped her arms around her husband as she kissed him sweetly on his cheek.<br><br>"Sweetie, it is beautiful.&nbsp; I have needed one for so long."<br><br>"Anytime love.&nbsp; Now, let me have a good luck at you two.&nbsp; Linda, Clarissa looks like..."<br><br>"Movie star?"<br><br>"A sweet angel."<br><br>"Clarissa, turn around for your father.&nbsp; And give him a sweet curtsy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 15:16:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa managed not to look too surprised at Linda's reaction to getting a new iron.<br><br>She blushed when called a movie star, then an angel, and gave a slow twirl to show off and a light curtsey to her new daddy, looking up to him for approval.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 04:13:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda was beside herself as she looked at the new iron.&nbsp; She would have to try this out when she would get home as she had plenty of dresses to try it on.<br><br>Clarissa could tell that Mr. Pennbrook was having a rather difficult time holding in his emotions.&nbsp; It was hard to look at his little angel who was the beautiful young lady he had ever seen.&nbsp; With a warm smile, he looked down at her and nodded his head to his daughter.<br><br>"Clarissa, you look beautiful.&nbsp; Eric will feel like the luckiest guy in the world."<br><br>Looking at his wife, Jim smiled and shook his head.<br><br>"Okay, let's head home before we walk out with anymore items that I cannot afford."<br><br>And with that, the happy family began to walk out of the store.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 15:47:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa beamed with pride as she was told this, resisting Greg's temptation to make a joke of it. She allowed herself to be lead out, carrying her uniforms, lingerie and nightgown in her slender hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 19:57:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They drove straight home as they soon pulled up into their driveway.&nbsp; Linda informed Clarissa that she should go put her clothes away and then begin on her studies as she had been avoiding them all weekend.<br><br>Even though she was now a lovely girl of his dreams, it seemed that schooling would not be missed.&nbsp; Jim found his familiar chair as he began to watch their tiny little television while Linda went to trying out her new iron.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 01:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, ma'am," Clarissa said with a smile. Homework was hardly a concern on the day she was having. She took her bags up to her pretty new room, opened the closet... and smiled as she admired her new clothes, reaching out a slender hand to run across them, feel their fabrics and textures.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 09:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her soft touch felt the flimsy material as she saw that some of the material was much heavier than she was used too.&nbsp; The skirt of her uniform was not as flimsy, but her lingerie was much more delicate.&nbsp; The modern textures of her clothing were not yet prevalent, but this was the very first time that Clarissa felt 'vintage' clothing as being new.<br><br>A small desk against a wall held her books.&nbsp; Looking at them, it was clear that she was a normal high school student with subjects like History, English and Mathematics.&nbsp; However, there was a book at the bottom of her stack that looked like something she had never seen before.&nbsp; It was a bright blue book that said on the side 'Home Economics'.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 23:42:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was fascinated by how everything felt, and had an urge to try all of it on, but reluctantly putting away her new clothes and closing the closet door, Clarissa turned to her books. <br><br>She looked first for clues about her new life - words and doodles in her notebooks, initials in hearts, anything like that.<br><br>Then she looked at the Home Economics textbook. She knew the term - it did not relate to economics as such, but to managing a home... cooking, sewing and cleaning. The school subject for prospective housewives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 03:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa noticed that her handwriting was much neater compared to Greg's.&nbsp; She had very elegant and beautiful cursive handwriting that was truly feminine.&nbsp; He also saw her name written in the margins with peculiar last names.<br><br>'Mrs. Clarissa Folds'<br>'Mrs. Clarissa Matthews'<br>'Mrs. Clarissa Mitchell'<br><br>The last names must belong to boys that she had crushes on that she thought about marrying while at school.&nbsp; Her algebra textbook showed a bit more frustration as her homework assignments had more red marks than any other subject.&nbsp; Apparently, Math was not her strongest subject.<br><br>The Home Economics textbook dated the era more than any other book.&nbsp; If a woman got a hold of it during Greg's time, they would call it very sexist.&nbsp; However, the information was rather useful for the young girl as she learned about cooking, sewing, being pretty for their husband, how to raise children and all that a housewife would need.&nbsp; It was the perfect manual and taught all Clarissa would need for her future.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 17:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as she saw the notes in the margins. She turned to the mirror and said softly "Mrs. Clarissa Matthews..."<br><br>She wondered what a bride might look like in this strange time... and hoped to find out.<br><br>She frowned at the algebra. It all seemed easy enough... hopefully she wouldn't forget what Greg had known.<br><br>She sat at her writing desk, reading the Home Economics book through, fascinated. She suppressed giggles at how old-fashioned and sexist it all seemed... but she also thrilled at the idea of acting this way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 05:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And so the afternoon ticked on, Clarissa began to act like a normal girl of this age as she continued her studies.&nbsp; She noticed that her interest in Home Economics was much higher than any other subject.&nbsp; She enjoyed a little of her English, but that paled in comparison.<br><br>However, Clarissa felt she had gone back in years when it came to Algebra.&nbsp; Even the simplest problems were incredibly difficult for her and it became very frustrating at how well she used to be as Greg.&nbsp; Thankfully, the sound of her mother helped break her concentration.<br><br>"Clarissa!&nbsp; Come to the kitchen and help me with dinner!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 16:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope I won't forget who I was... or, or maybe I should... let it all go."<br><br>She closed the book and looked up as she heard her new name being called.<br><br>"Coming, mother," she called back and rose to stand, smoothing down her skirts before crossing to the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 04:17:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda was in the kitchen putting a potroast in the oven as she set the timer and continued to prepare their meal.<br><br>"Ah, there you are.&nbsp; You know it's your job to help with dinner.&nbsp; Here, put on your apron and peel the potatoes for me."<br><br>Linda handed Clarissa a heavily ruffled, pink bib apron that would tie together behind her in a large bow.&nbsp; Next to the sink, Clarissa saw a peeler and some potatoes.&nbsp; Clearly, Clarissa's 'Home Economics' homework extended beyond her studies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 05:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry, I quite lost track of the time."<br><br>She put on the ruffled apron and tied the bow behind her back, smoothing it down over her layers of skirt before picking up the peeler and going at it. <br><br>If she was going to forget what Greg knew, she would hopefully remember what she should know in return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 18:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Were you studying?&nbsp; Remember, if you are still having difficulty with your Algebra, your father will gladly help you again."<br><br>Linda smile to her daughter as she went into the fridge to grab some green beans.&nbsp; Putting them on the counter, she took a knife and began to cut them up for dinner.&nbsp; As they stood so close, they looked like the perfect picture of a mother and daughter.&nbsp; Linda was still in her Sunday best, but she had a much simpler white apron tied around her to protect her outfit.<br><br>"Sweetie, I know it's hard for you, but it was for me when I was your age.&nbsp; Don't worry, you will get through it."<br><br>Clarissa hadn't completely forgotten what Greg had known as it had just been replaced with memories and thoughts of her new life.&nbsp; For example, he had no idea how to cook before, but now, Clarissa was peeling potatoes without even watching herself.&nbsp; It was like the 'male' side of her mind had been completely feminized.<br><br>However, she was rather curious on where exactly Greg had gone too.&nbsp; It couldn't have simply vanished in thin air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 05:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know I will... I just feel like I should know this already. As if it was in my head and it fell back out again..."<br><br>She glanced down at the dwindling pile of vegetables, and smiled faintly. <br><br>"Perhaps when I was learning to peel potatoes..."<br><br>Greg had wished the part of him that was Clarissa gone... and here she was, living her dream life. Perhaps... perhaps the rest of him was carrying on without her, the happier for having lost this strange desire. Perhaps she'd find out when she went to bed and woke up again. Perhaps she'd never know.<br><br>And perhaps she didn't mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 03:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda stopped cutting up the green beans as she gave her daughter a strange and concerned look.&nbsp; Wiping her hand on her pristine apron, she felt her daughter's head and cheek as they felt rather normal.<br><br>"You don't have a fever, so I'm assuming that you feel fine."<br><br>Picking up the knife, she began to cut the green beans as a smile crossed across her lips.<br><br>"Sweetie, you have been learning how to cook since you were a little girl.&nbsp; You helped make your first batch of cookies when you were five.&nbsp; Every single meal, I would have you tugging on my skirt to help.&nbsp; You are a natural."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 04:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled meekly. "Of course," she agreed, hoping to stave off Linda's curiosity. "Peeling potatoes is still an art, though." She hoped that her jokey tone would be enough... and that this idea matched Linda's memories, rather than making her yet more suspicious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 04:02:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch your tone, young lady."<br><br>Linda looked at Clarissa with a stern gaze as she continued to cut up the green beans.&nbsp; She knew that Clarissa liked to joke around and be sarcastic at times, but this was no laughing matter.<br><br>"Cooking is built on fundamentals.&nbsp; If you don't learn how to walk, then you can never run.&nbsp; Peeling potatoes is very important and you will be thankful that you can do this with your eyes closed.&nbsp; It's a bit harder to do when you have a husband and little ones bothering you, which I know you will have in your future."<br><br>A knowing smile came across the woman's lips as she got a pan for each of the vegetables.&nbsp; Going over to the oven, she pulled it open to check on the potroast and realized that it still needed to cook for a little while longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 22:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ma'am," Clarissa said quietly, remembering the Mrs. Pennbrook of old and how fussy she was. But if dealing with that was the price she had to pay to look and feel like this, she paid it gladly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 05:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instantly, Linda felt bad at snapping at her daughter as she swallowed the large lump in her throat.&nbsp; She wanted to apologize, but she also wanted the young girl to learn.&nbsp; So, Linda continued cooking along with her daughter as they finished the meal in silence.<br><br>At the end, they had set three places on the table and the meal looked absolutely delicious.&nbsp; Clarissa did the potatoes all by herself as Linda smiled proudly.&nbsp; She patted her on her shoulder as she nodded to the family.<br><br>"Sweetie, go call your father and let us have dinner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 04:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa continued to peel potatoes in silence, glancing discreetly at her new mother, smiling slightly as she looked her way. She could tell that she had at least considered apologising, more than the old Mrs. Pennbrook ever would. <br><br>'Mrs...' - the idea of becoming a wife and mother... living this life from now on... definitely appealed to her.<br><br>She smiled back at the proud expression, nodded and walked to the lounge. "Dinner's ready," she called in her girlish, musical voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 17:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Pennbrook finished his drink as he went to their black and white television and turned it off.&nbsp; Walking up next to his daughter, he smiled sweetly to her as he leaned close to her as he whispered to her so that Linda could not hear them.<br><br><em>"Sweetie, there are a few things I have learned from your mother.&nbsp; She is a very proud woman and hates it when others call all of her work as simple and easy.&nbsp; So, next time, try not to poke fun of her cooking.&nbsp; She heartily enjoys cooking our meals for us."</em><br><br>Giving her a wink, she led Clarissa into the kitchen as he looked over the beautiful dinner.<br><br><em>"Everything looks so delicious.&nbsp; I must be the luckiest man in the world to have two beautiful women cook my meals for me."</em><br><br>"Jim, you say that every night.&nbsp; Now, you better eat all of your vegetables or you will not be getting any apple pie."<br><br><em>"Yes Ma'am."</em>&nbsp; Jim smiled wide as he winked once again to his daughter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 02:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's not what I meant at all," Clarissa told her new daddy as he advised her, lowering her gaze embarrassedly. She smiled meekly at the wink as she let him lead the way, nervously smoothing down her apron before removing it to sit.<br><br>She smiled more happily, reassured by this gentle joking ritual as dinner was shared out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 04:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All the scene was missing was a brother and it would have been an exact replica of the preview that Greg had seen in the movie theatre.&nbsp; Linda began to lighten up a little as Jim was the one that kept her even.&nbsp; It was painfully obvious that Linda loved him with all of her heart as he was her world and knew her better than anybody.<br><br>On the other hand, it was clear that Jim was proud and dearly loved his family.&nbsp; After the pie was finished, Jim took the paper and returned to his favorite chair.&nbsp; Linda looked down at her daughter and smiled warmly.<br><br>"Come dearie, it is time to do the dishes.&nbsp; And afterwards, we will put your hair in curlers for the night and you can head to bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 22:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," Clarissa answered, trying to sound used to the idea even though both activities were strange to her.<br><br>She glanced over at Mr. Pennbrook as he withdrew, a little surprised that he was letting them do everything. He was a 1950s husband, but she thought he mighthave at least helped a little... Greg would, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 21:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Pennbrook went upstairs as he had more important items to attend too.&nbsp; Linda helped her daughter with a different kind of apron as this one was clear, but plastic to protect her dress.&nbsp; Handing her some gloves, they began to do the dishest by hand as Linda would wash them and hand them to Clarissa to dry them.<br><br>"Hopefully, when you get old, they will find a way so we won't have to do this by hand.&nbsp; It would be so much easier, wouldn't you say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 03:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure they can. The technology exists... it must be easier than making a television or a refrigerator." <br><br>Clarissa looked sidelong at the gleaming white refrigerator with handles like a Cadillac's, standing in pride of place by the back door. She knew dishwashers would be popular by the end of the 1950s... and rather hoped the Pennbrooks would get one soon, as her fingertips started to wrinkle in the wet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 00:36:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just pray that you will have things much easier when you get my age...Of course, I shouldn't complain as I didn't have half of these items when I was a little girl.&nbsp; Who knows what will be invented by the time you have children?"<br><br>Each of the dishes was scrubbed by hand and then placed back in their original positions.&nbsp; After a while, it looked like the kitchen had not even been touched as everything was clean and ready to be used once again.&nbsp; With a proud smile, she nudged Clarissa with her elbow as she gave her a nod of her head.<br><br>"Looks perfect.&nbsp; Now, it's time for your bath and we need to put your hair in curlers tonight.&nbsp; No more forgetting as we must keep your hair looking perfect for Friday."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 04:14:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled back brightly and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Absolutely."<br><br>She was reminded of her date, and thrilled at the prospect.<br><br>And it was still five days away... this had already been the most wonderful day of her life, what would tomorrow bring?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You go on ahead.&nbsp; Your a big girl so your mother doesn't need to help you.&nbsp; But, when you are done, I'll help you with your curlers."<br><br>Linda smiled wide as she led Clarissa to the bathroom that was right next to her room.&nbsp; The bathroom definitely had a feminine touch to it with a pink towel awaiting her, some shaving cream and a razor for her legs and bottles of shampoo and conditioner.&nbsp; It looks liked it had all been used before by her.<br><br>Linda went into the Jim's study as she awaited her daughter to finish her bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 04:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa carefully started to undress, starting with her shoes. She flexed her ankles as she sat after taking off the heels, although she did not find them at all uncomfortable.<br><br>Then her dress, then her petticoat, hose. Feeling her smooth legs, she decided against shaving them, and removed her bra, girdle and undies. It was a little tricky to take off, but far easier than putting it on. She folded it all up with care rather than dropping it in the wash basket as-is.<br><br>All this done, she stepped into the soothing bubble bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 20:02:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The large porcelain tub dwarfed the small and petite girl as the warm water wrapped all around her.&nbsp; Sweet smelling pink bubbles were all around her as she looked at the femininely decorated bathroom.<br><br>With all of her clothes disguarded, Clarissa was able to see her body for what it truly was.&nbsp; She had a pert bosom that appeared a bit larger than most girls along with the softest skin she had ever felt.&nbsp; Between her legs was a working and functional womanhood along with large nipples at the end of her breasts.&nbsp; There was no doubt in her mind that Clarissa was a complete woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once naked, she glanced at the mirror, and gazed down at herself.<br><br>"I'm perfect," she whispered, smiling delightedly. Her femininity went all the way to the body.<br><br>She soon slipped into the warm water, savouring the feeling of it running across her smooth skin.<br><br>"I'm a girl..." she sighed blissfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 22:14:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warm water began to draw her in as it gave all of her energy back.&nbsp; She no longer felt any soreness in her feet where her heels pinched her or from her waist where the tight girdle held tightly against her skin.&nbsp; It was just smooth and relaxing as the world around her began to melt away.<br><br>Her blond hair began to grow damp because of the water as it held close to her.&nbsp; The warm feeling took over every inch of her as it caused her to close her eyes and loose herself in the warm water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 00:47:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stretched out, luxuriating in the warmth on her soft, smooth skin, it was a delightful feeling.<br><br>Noticing her hair becoming moist, she carefully ran some water through it... she wasn't used to taking care of her hairstyle, Greg having simply washed his under the shower even as he dreamed of growing it long and styling it beautifully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 20:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Since she was setting her hair up in curlers, it wouldn't matter to Clarissa if she got her hair wet.&nbsp; In fact, Linda would want her to make sure to wash over her entire area.&nbsp; An old memory of Clarissa came back to her as the image of Mrs. Pennbrook in a plastic apron washing a little girl with blond curls.&nbsp; The little girl was splashing in the water and playing with the pink bubbles that surrounded her.<br><br>The water made her skin feel so smooth as she wondered why she ever showered before.&nbsp; There was not even a showerhead for her to use as Clarissa had only taken baths all of her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 02:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, as the water was just starting to cool, she rose from the bath and picked up the fluffy, soft towel.<br><br>She started to rub herself dry, then paused and started to pat her skin instead, finding that more comfortable. Wrapping the towel around herself, she wondered how to tie it in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Young lady, what is taking her so long?&nbsp; If you have melted in the water, I am going to be really angry with you."<br><br>Linda's voice could be heard on the otherside of the door as the end of her words had a giggle on it followed by a knocking on the door.<br><br>As Clarissa wrapped the towel around her, she watched her hands tuck the top of the towel around her bosom as the towel folded around her body like a dress from Greg's era.&nbsp; The towel fell a little above her knees and showed every single curve that she could offer.&nbsp; Her sweet blond hair was still still damp, but it wasn't dripping wet.<br><br>"Sweetie, Don't dry your hair.&nbsp; We need it wet for your curlers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 04:59:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't resist turning and admiring her new self. "I'm the girl of my dreams," she said to herself with a proud smile before she heard her new mother through the door.<br><br>"It's still a little damp," she reassured her as she opened the door.<br><br>"Sorry, I lost track of time in the bath. It's been quite the day for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 23:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know it has and that is why you should head to bed early tonight.&nbsp; It takes a while to fall asleep with the curlers in your hair and you need to be at your best for school tomorrow.&nbsp; Come now....Go get dressed for bed and I will be right in to help with your curlers."<br><br>Linda smiled warmly as she patted the young girl's shoulder.&nbsp; Linda went to her bedroom as she slipped out of her heels and began looking for her robe.<br><br>On her bed, Clarissa saw the nightgown that she had bought earlier in the day with the matching bed jacket just ready to be worn.<br><br>(http://www.dorotheasclosetvintage.com/50sPINKGown.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 02:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," Clarissa said as she went to her room.<br><br>She smiled happily as she saw the gleaming pastel pink and the soft lace that awaited her. She ran a hand over the nightgown gently, savouring the moment when she would put it on. Her thrill at dressing in feminine styles had not faded now that it was expected and encouraged rather than somethign to be hidden.<br><br>Taking her time, she slid the gown over her head, slipped through the sleeves and patted down her hair, then turned to her dressing mirror to admire herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The true image of Clarissa Pennbrook came through inside the mirror.&nbsp; Whenever she turned and twisted, the long nightgown fluttered about her.&nbsp; The nightgown was fresh as it looked like not even a soul had worn it.&nbsp; Greg had known such items to be very vintage, but this was fresh and very new.<br><br>A soft knock on the door was heard as Linda appeared.&nbsp; She had changed out of her blouse and skirt as she wore a satin robe that hinted at her lingerie that she was still wearing.&nbsp; Her dark hair was falling about her shoulders as the graceful and elegance had not faded with her undressing.<br><br>"Clarissa.....you look like such a lovely young lady.&nbsp; You just have to promise me to wear the bed jacket when you kiss your father good night.&nbsp; You know how protective he is about his little girl..."<br><br>With a smile and a wink of her eye, Linda went over to Clarissa's vanity and began to pull out the curlers to do her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 02:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but spin around, holding the skirt of her gown out as she twirled like a ballerina.<br><br>She stopped and murmured "come in" at the knock, smoothing down her dress.<br><br>"I promise," she replied with a light smile as she took a seat. looking at her reflection in the makeup mirror. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 21:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sweet heart shaped face, small cupid like lips and crystal blue eyes stared back as the allusion was completely real.&nbsp; Humming sweetly to herself, Linda took out a comb and began to run it through her sweet blond hair.&nbsp; Making sure that she got all the tangles out, she picked up a pink curler from a large bag as she began to roll it up her hair.&nbsp; Clarissa felt like her hair was being tugged, but it was never too painful.&nbsp; Just a tight and very strange feeling that she had never felt before as Greg.<br><br>"Now, I know it can be bit of a pain, but you have to remember.&nbsp; We need to go to the salon on a weekly basis, but we simply cannot go there every few days.&nbsp; And I know you want to look your best for your date..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 13:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yes, I do." She felt her heart speed up at the idea of a date. Just a few hours ago, it seemed, she had been a boy hoping for a girl's attention, and now she was the opposite. And it felt completely right.<br><br>She turned around to let her new mother work on her front.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 21:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a comb, she parted her hair and began to curl the sides up with smaller curls.&nbsp; Looking over every detail, she smiled as the curlers began to fill up her entire head.<br><br>"Now, sweetie, I know you know this, but boys are very different from us.&nbsp; They are very unique and sometimes hard to read creatures.&nbsp; They are much more blunt and direct than us.&nbsp; Before Friday, I will teach you some things so that he will be eating out the palm of your hand."<br><br>Stopping for a moment, she looked into Clarissa's blue eyes as she tried to confirm her doubts.<br><br>"I know you are a lady, but you must always remember above everything else.&nbsp; Men do not marry hussies.&nbsp; They want a true lady, somebody that they can love and respect..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 17:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled at the idea of men being so different... she knew better than most how true that was.<br><br>"I'm sure he doesn't plan to propose. Not on the first date, anyway. I would be surprised if he even tried to kiss me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 21:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda smiled to her daughter as she continued putting the finishing touches on her hair.&nbsp; "Sweetie, you can never be to sure when it comes to men.&nbsp; Some of them have hands with minds of their own.&nbsp; You should have seen your father on our first date.&nbsp; But, it is our job to make sure that they look, but do not touch.&nbsp; Men love the chase...and there we go.&nbsp; Take a look at yourself..."<br><br>Attaching a matching pink sleep bonnet that fit over all of her curlers, Clarissa could see her entire head covered in the tight and pink curlers that were peeking out from the frilly bonnet.<br><br>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3434636432_0f61d08d28.jpg?v=0)<br><br>Linda handed over her bed jacket and gave her a final kiss on her cheek.&nbsp; "Make sure to kiss your father goodnight and then you head to bed.&nbsp; You need your sleep as it takes a while to get used to sleeping with them on and I am sure you are very tired tired.&nbsp; Goodnight, my sweet angel.&nbsp; I love you with all of my heart..."<br><br>And with that Linda left Clarissa alone.&nbsp; Staring at her own reflection, she could feel the sleep wanting to take over her entire body.&nbsp; As her body began to slow down and her tired state become harder to ignore, she could begin to feel the distinct feeling of her holding somebody's hand.&nbsp; Echoes played in the back of her mind as her hand caressed a soft hand inside of her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 02:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa looked away from her reflection and got to her feet, ready to make her way downstairs to say goodnight to her new father.<br><br>She paused and looked down at her hand. Was she... falling asleep? Waking up? Becoming Greg again?<br><br>She did wonder what had happened to him... but she didn't want to be him again.<br><br>She concentrated on going downstairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 22:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the family room, Mr. Pennbrook sat in his favorite chair as he continued to read the paper.&nbsp; The TV was turned off and some light classical music was being played in the background.&nbsp; Hearing Clarissa's footsteps, he pulled down his paper as he smiled wide at his daughter.<br><br>"Clarissa, that nightgown is mighty fetching on you.&nbsp; Any boy would be lucky to look upon a beautiful angel.&nbsp; Give your father a kiss and then it is off to bed for you as you look very tired."<br><br>The echoes in her mind continued to grow with every step she took.&nbsp; It sounded like some explosions were happening along with soldiers yelling at each other.&nbsp; Clarissa was reminded of the movie that Greg was watching when she left him by himself.&nbsp; The feeling in his hand continued to grow as it definitely began to feel like a soft and feminine hand was being held by his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 00:23:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It has been quite a day," she agreed and briefly kissed him on the cheek.<br><br>She looked down at her hand again. <br><br>"No... leave me to live without him," she whispered to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 00:33:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Get some sleep, darling.&nbsp; And make sure to pay attention at school tomorrow and not drift off into your dreams."<br><br>With a proud smile, Mr. Pennbrook went back to reading his paper as Clarissa was left to go back upstairs to her room.&nbsp; As she walked, the nightgown began to grow tighter around her legs.&nbsp; The long skirt split into two as it was quickly changing into a pair of pants.&nbsp; The tight feeling of her curlers was slowly fading as the weight of hair was being return back to its normal short length.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 02:44:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa stared at the change, willing it not to happen. "No," she whispered as she felt rougher fabrics rub against less sensitive skin, marked with hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 20:50:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The closer she got to her bedroom, the more prominent the change became.&nbsp; She could feel herself drifting between the two worlds.&nbsp; It was only a matter of time before she became Greg once again.&nbsp; However, would she ever become Clarissa again or was this a one time deal?<br><br>Sleep finally caught up with the young girl as she laid down on her bed.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she felt herself leave her body once again.&nbsp; She felt the world around her melt away and she was once again back in his normal body.<br><br>The credits of the movie started to play as Greg felt a squeeze of his hand.&nbsp; There, sitting next to him was the beautiful Holly with their hands holding tightly with one another.&nbsp; Looking up to him, she smiled softly as she spoke above the music.&nbsp; "So, how did you like it?"<br><br>Greg was back to normal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 06:04:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a slight smile. "It, uh, kinda washed over me really. Guess my mind was elsewhere."<br><br>As the crowd around started to stand, he helped her to her feet, suddenly feeling very tall and rather clumsy as he looked down at her. "We should go see something again... just us?" he added with a hopeful tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:00:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Greg....I thought you would never ask..."<br><br>Making sure to keep their hands together, Holly smiled up to him as she looked up in her big blue eyes.&nbsp; Her face was genuine as she tried to hold the excitement that was wanting to burst from her because of Greg's words.&nbsp; She had a crush on him for the longest time and finally he had asked her out.<br><br>"I would love too..."<br><br>As Greg looked at Holly, something peculiar was missing.&nbsp; Something that he had never felt before in his life.&nbsp; As the people left the theatre, a woman in a tight and beautiful skirt passed by Greg's attention.&nbsp; However, his thoughts to wear such an item did not come up.&nbsp; Greg's feminine side was gone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 20:52:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess I was always worried about finding the right time. But I think time is... well, I just had to give it a shot." He smiled back, and then leaned in to try for a kiss.<br><br>He barely noticed the woman at all, and would only really think about that later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 18:29:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In fact, all of his dressing desire was dead.&nbsp; He only cared about the beautiful woman in front of him that was clearly showing interest in him.&nbsp; With her blue eyes growing wide, Holly smiled sweetly as she opened her mouth and met her lips against his.&nbsp; She returned the sweet kiss as the spark shot through the young girl as she held tightly to his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 04:01:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He lingered in the kiss a moment before letting it slip. "I guess... this is our time." He smiled faintly at this.<br><br>"Umm, need a ride home?" he added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 23:06:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly felt her heart skip a beat and the air being taken away from her lungs as she lingered against his lips for such a short amount of time.&nbsp; She desperately wanted the kiss to last just a little bit longer as she never wanted the kiss to end.&nbsp; Fluttering her eyes open, her tongue licked her lips as she tasted him again before her eyes looked around the theatre.<br><br>"I did come with my friends....I wonder where they went off too...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 07:28:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We should probably try the parking lot, that would be the logical place to start... especially since I got a ride here, so offering you a ride was maybe not all that practical..." He winced, and gave her an apologetic smile. "We could share a cab if need be."<br><br>He paused and considered this. "We'd certainly get more peace and quiet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 17:44:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we really don't have to pay for one....Unless you want too...Cause I would enjoy the peace and quiet..."<br><br>Tugging on his hand, Holly walked out the theatre with Greg as a large smile appeared on her lips.&nbsp; She didn't know what had changed since the movie, but something was definitely different with him.&nbsp; Before, he could hardly finish a sentence around her and now he was kissing her and asking her out on dates.&nbsp; She didn't know what had changed, but she fully believed it was for the better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:39:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if you don't need to be back too early, we could always walk..." He held her hand close and looked at her questioningly. "If you felt like it," he added with a slight smile. "It's a nice night. We could get some ice cream to sustain us on our journey...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 17:50:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly stopped for a moment as she looked up to Greg.&nbsp; It was a nice Spring night and it was still very early.&nbsp; But, if they left just the two of them, it would almost seem like they were on that first date...<br><br>"I rather like that idea.&nbsp; My house is close by and I would love to grab something with you."<br><br>Holly was certain that the other couples would enjoy having a car to themselves while they walked together.&nbsp; Walking out of the theatre, they did spot the two other couples waiting for them off to the side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 03:00:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled warmly and started to step over towards the B&amp;J stand. <br><br>Spotting Matt, Eric and the girls, he waved, pointed towards the stand, nodded to Holly and finally saluted, waving them off.<br><br>"So, what do you feel like?" he asked, his attention naturally turning back to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 21:18:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly looked over to Jennifer and Rachel as she watched both of their mouths drop in surprise.&nbsp; Holly could hardly contain the smile that was bursting from her face as the young girls applauded and congratulated Holly.&nbsp; <br><br>"You want to split a sundae?&nbsp; I haven't had one of those in years..."<br><br>Holly giggled at her friends reaction as she left them behind to look up at Greg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matt and Eric gawped at the girls' reactions. Matt did belatedly give Greg a thumb's-up, smirking. Eric grinned and shook his head.<br><br>"We could, yeah. It's more of a sitting down thing. Guess you don't need to be home too early?" Greg asked, hopeful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 17:20:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, no.&nbsp; My parents think I am out with the girlfriends all night, so my curfew is later than normal."<br><br>Holly smiled as she tried to prolong the little date that she was currently on with Greg.&nbsp; She figured that eating a sundae would take a bit longer.&nbsp; Plus, compared to a simple cone, it was a bit more romantic as she could look across the table into Greg's eyes.&nbsp; Still tasting him on her lips, she was very happy that her friends decided to set them up together tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 02:38:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have an informal curfew of I'll get a phone call if I'm too late. I'm generally okay until about midnight if it's not a school night."<br><br>They joined the shortish line for ice cream, mostly people heading in to the late screenings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 20:31:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured your parents would be more strict considering how many ladies you bring home."<br><br>Holly giggled gently as she winked to him as they waited in line for an ice cream.&nbsp; It was a warm and beautiful night.&nbsp; There was a sense of magic that made it feel even more special.&nbsp; Of course, that could be just from Holly's imagination and the feeling of Greg's hand holding hers so close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:29:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg blinked, then gave her a half smile as she giggled. "I don't know who you've been talking to, but clearly I'm not paying them enough." He chuckled.<br><br>Gazing down at her hand in his, he gave it a slight squeeze as his smile softened, and he looked at her more seriously, still smiling because of how happy he felt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 04:38:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's just rumors that us girls discuss behind the boys' back..."<br><br>Holly giggled at her comment as she squeezed his hand.&nbsp; At that moment, Greg could tell the difference between his two selves.&nbsp; The old Greg would pine and wish to be just one of the girls.&nbsp; However, the new Greg was just happy to be here as he held hands with a beautiful girl.&nbsp; Dressing was in past and not something he was interested in anymore.<br><br>The line quickly shorten and they came up to the counter as the young boy asked for their order.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 03:30:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, now I'm afraid to ask," he said with a wry smile. <br><br>In truth, he hadn't regularly had a girl over since junior high, when one of his best friends was the girl next door. He remembered, now with some embarrassment, letting her try a shade of lipstick on him when they were twelve, and wishing then that she hadn't stopped there.<br><br>The young man asked what they wanted. Looking to Holly for a nod, he asked for "A full-works sundae, two spoons."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 22:33:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why?&nbsp; It's only good....well....mostly..."<br><br>The young girl giggled as she squeezed Greg's hand while looking at the boy behind the counter.&nbsp; Nodding her head in agreement, the boy looked at the couple with a slightly arched eyebrow and then went to give them an ice cream.<br><br>Being such a beautiful night, many couples had decided to stay outside and eat at the tables provided.&nbsp; Holly went to one of the tables and sat down as she waited for Greg to finish.&nbsp; Putting some napkins on the table, she looked over to him as the blond hair spilled down the side of her face.<br><br>The young boy finished the sundae and then gave it to Greg with a smile.&nbsp; "Here you are...and uh...you two make a cute couple..."&nbsp; The young boy's eyes went from Greg to look over at Holly and it was rather apparent he approved of the girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 03:18:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And now I'm really afraid," he chuckled at her answer. <br><br>He nodded and half smiled at the young vendor. "Glad to hear it... I've been trying to ask her out for months." <br><br>Carefully picking up the small tray, he walked over to join her. "Here you are... it was your idea so you get first go at it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 20:55:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, no, I don't think so.&nbsp; Boys first..."<br><br>Holly had a hard time holding in her giggles as she picked up one of her spoons.&nbsp; Taking a piece of the sundae, she pointed the spoon towards him and began to push it up to his mouth with the largest smile on her face.<br><br>"Come on.&nbsp; You know you want to try it...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 01:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you start making the 'here comes the aeroplane' noises, I'm going." He grinned, then pointedly opened his mouth and said "aah", craning his neck forward to take the spoonful of ice cream and whipped cream. In turn, he took the other spoon and scooped up a little cream and chocolate sauce for her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 17:43:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly giggled so much that she almost lost control of the spoon full of ice cream.&nbsp; Thankfully, she took a deep breath and was able to push the ice cream into his mouth.&nbsp; Watching him enjoy the ice cream, she opened her soft pink lips as she took the cold ice cream in her waiting mouth.&nbsp; A small part dribbled down her mouth as her tongue licked it clean.&nbsp; Smiling sweetly up to him, she pushed a piece of her soft blond hair behind her ear.<br><br>"That is really good.&nbsp; Thank you for all of this..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 21:39:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, thank <em>you</em>. I've been wanting to do this for a long time now. Just ask you out. And I did, and you said yes. I don't think I can thank you <em>enough</em> for that." He grinned, feeling self-conscious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:40:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Greg....you don't have to thank me...."<br><br>She spoke quietly as she looked down at the sundae and took a little bit of it on her spoon.&nbsp; A small blush appeared on her cheeks as she ate the food and then looked up to him.<br><br>"You should have asked me a long time ago.&nbsp; I would have loved to go out with you, but you were always too scared to approach me.&nbsp; Almost like you had your mind on other things.&nbsp; I liked you for a while and I'm so happy that you finally did.&nbsp; You seem more free and...confident now..."<br><br>Shifting in her seat, she continued to look up to him as her blue eyes twinkled in the moon light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:21:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I guess... before, I was worried. I'd built it up to be this big thing. But you know, we're both people, I felt like I couldn't talk to you for fear of saying the wrong thing and... now... I'm not scared about that." He smiled softly. "Obviously I'm still <em>worried</em> about it, you could totally kick my ass if I got outta line," he added with a grin. "But this feels... natural. It probably helps that we're not in school with a million people we see every day watching us." He looked around. "Just Jerry and Karen, and I think that's Tracy over there... okay, bad example."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly could not help her very loud giggling as she dropped her spoon against the side of the sundae.&nbsp; She covered her face with her hands as she desperately tried to stop herself even though a small snort could be heard in her hands.&nbsp; Breathing quickly, she tried to compose herself.<br><br>"Greg.....stop....please...."<br><br>Wiping some small tears that had escaped from her eyes, her face had grown a deep red color from her loud giggling.&nbsp; Blinking a few times and letting it ride from her system, she looked up to him as she picked up her spoon once again.<br><br>"Wait...so, you wouldn't want to be with me during school time?&nbsp; I can't visit you between classes at your locker..."<br><br>Letting the laughter die, she let out a very sly and almost suggestive smile as the idea played along in her head.&nbsp; She thought it would be nice to have Greg as a boyfriend during school hours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 01:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He half-smile-half-grimaced at her sudden laughter. "See, now, this is why I was worried."<br><br>He blinked as she brought up the idea of being with her during school. "Ah, no, I would love to... I was just kinda too chicken to <em>ask</em> in school. I figured I'd minimise the audience for possible rejection." He gave her a lopsided smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 22:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly blushed and suddenly felt very self conscious about her sudden outburst.&nbsp; She wasn't the quietest girl in the world as she was normally full of energy as that made some people uncomfortable.&nbsp; Her cheeks blushing very brightly now, she buried her face lower as she took another bite of the sundae.<br><br>"But Greg.....there was no chance of rejection.&nbsp; Why do you think we were set up tonight?&nbsp; My friends were tired of me pining away, so they set up this date tonight..."<br><br>She spoke a bit softer as she let the cat out of the bag.&nbsp; Holly had a crush on Greg for the longest time and tonight was just an elaborate plan to get them together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 00:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," Greg said with a slight smile. "See, if someone had told me you were interested, I woulda done something... I'm a guy, y'know, I'm not very bright." He smirked self-deprecatingly. "Sometimes you have to hit us on the head with signs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 20:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured you would have noticed.&nbsp; Me showing up after your classes to walk with you.&nbsp; Greeting you in the morning.&nbsp; Smiling at you, but next time, I'll just hit you with a club and drag you back to my cave."<br><br>With a flirtatious smile, Holly finished up the last of the sundae.&nbsp; All that was left was the cherry that was absolutely dripping with the vanilla ice cream.&nbsp; Picking it up from it's stem, she looked up to him.<br><br>"Would you like the cherry?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 06:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, y'know, that could all be read as being friendly. And being friends is good, so I didn't wanna over-read. So, yeah, clubbing is good." He nodded matter-of-factly, then smirked. <br><br>He looked at the cherry, then looked at her, then realised he was blushing. "... If you don't... We could share it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 21:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the cherry, an adventurous smile came across her lips.&nbsp; Picking it up in her spoon, Holly bit her lip as she looked over to him.<br><br>"That is a great idea..."<br><br>Holly didn't know if she could do this, but she wanted to leave a lasting impression with Greg.&nbsp; Something that would make him remember her.&nbsp; Taking the stem out, she placed the cherry inside of her mouth as she leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the mouth.&nbsp; Holding it for a moment, he could feel the juices and parts of the cherry go into his mouth before she pulled away while blushing a beat red.&nbsp; Holding in her giggle, she could not believe that she did something so wild and adventurous to him.<br><br>"I'm sorry.&nbsp; I just wanted to try that.&nbsp; Anyway, I guess we should head back to our friends..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg managed not to cough at the kiss, or the sudden exploding cherry that came with it. He blushed near as brightly as Holly did. <br><br>"Uh, they... they'll have gone by now. We can check and make sure, but... chances are... I'll have to walk you home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 04:53:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her bottom lip, Holly tried to hide her embarrassment at her sudden outburst of passion to him.&nbsp; Rising from her chair, she looked over to him as her shyness took over her once again.<br><br>"Would you mind walking me home?&nbsp; It's only a few blocks from here..."<br><br>Even though they lived in a tiny town, Holly was still a little afraid and nervous about walking home by herself.&nbsp; She would feel much safer if Greg was there with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got up as she did, not going too quickly so as not to seem clumsy. <br><br>"I would be honoured." He smiled warmly, his statement clearly honest and true. He stepped over towards the door, making a path for her with his movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 17:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly blushed at his words and followed along behind him.&nbsp; She did notice out of the corner of her eye the other students from their class who saw the new pair leaving together.&nbsp; She was pretty certain that their names would be on the lips of the rumor mill at school.<br><br>Walking out the door, she began to lead him to her house as she tried to act calm next to him.&nbsp; It was hard to control her natural urges especially with Greg so close.&nbsp; Licking her lips, she tilted her head and looked up to him with a curved smile.<br><br>"So, that movie of ours, when did you think of asking me to go?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 00:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg noticed her subtly glancing at their classmates. He did his best not to look himself - he was jokingly tempted to wink and give them two thumbs up.<br><br>"Well, I was thinking of waiting till we got to your house, so you could run inside if you wanted to say no." He half smiled. "Hope you don't, though. And since you raised the subject, ladies first, what do you want to go see?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:29:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Girls don't run in heels, sweetie..."<br><br>Holly stopped and pointed down to her strappy shoes with a very slight heel to it that peeked out from her jeans.&nbsp; Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled up to him as they slowly walked down the quaint neighborhood.<br><br>"I really don't like horror movies as I get too scared.&nbsp; And action movies can become too boring.&nbsp; I know your a guy, so you hate chick flicks..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 03:48:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet you could. I mean, I've worn higher heels than that," he replied casually, then laughed the comment off. It had once been true but now it was just a joke.<br><br>"I don't hate 'chick flicks', it just seems kinda strange that half the population only get one kind of movie." He shrugged easily. "There's the new Pixar. I'm now old enough not to have to be too grown-up to see their films again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 16:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha arched an eyebrow in a shocked surprise as she tried to imagine Greg walking around in high heels.&nbsp; Shaking her head as she tried to hide a smile from the rather strange comment coming from his lips.<br><br>"Yeah, I did hear that it was kind of cute and a little romantic.&nbsp; Maybe we could see that together on Friday...I mean, if you are not busy or anything..."<br><br>Shrugging her small shoulders, Holly was not really well versed in asking boys out as the comment sounded more like a suggestion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 05:03:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not busy," he confirmed with a warm smile, offering her his hand to hold if she wanted.<br><br>"So if <em>you're</em> not busy...?" he added, making it more clearly a question.<br><br>He was definitely asking her out now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 09:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly was amazed at the transformation in Greg.&nbsp; Earlier in the night, it was nearly impossible for him to say anything to her and now he was clearly asking her out and even offering to hold her hand.&nbsp; Never missing an opportunity, Holly slid her soft hand into his as she smiled up to him.<br><br>"I would love too.&nbsp; Pick me up at 7."&nbsp; Holly emphasized her words with a light squeezing of her hand inside of his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 14:43:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her hand in his, looked sideways at her and smiled. Feeling her squeeze, he nodded. "Seven it is." <br><br>"Should I bring the car? It's not that impressive, car-wise, but it'll get us there faster. Obviously, that's what cars are for," he added with an I'm-an-idiot smirk. "It would mean not walking back, though." He smiled at her gently. "How about I bring it if it looks like it'll rain?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 21:03:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly giggled at his comment and his rambling.&nbsp; Obviously, some part of him was still nervous because of her.&nbsp; Pushing back her hair, she stopped in front of a simple house in the middle of the street.&nbsp; The stairs led up to the front of the house that had a small brick porch and looked to be built back when the city was just starting.<br><br>"I would be impressed with it because I don't even have a car.&nbsp; If you could bring it, then we could go to dinner beforehand..."<br><br>Turning to face him, Holly bit her lower lip as she thought more about the date with Greg.&nbsp; She was actually looking forward to going out with a 'nice guy' for once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 22:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His gaze quickly darted over the house, taking it in more closely than he might have before, before just as quick returning to her as she pushed her hair back from her ears.<br><br>"Well, it's a family car, and... dinner. Yes, ah... Dinner would be... well, what kind?"<br><br>He gazed at her lower lip as she bit it, his own lips parting as he leaned a little closer, drawn to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 16:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly softly giggled at Greg's stumbling through his words.&nbsp; Smiling sweetly, she licked her lips and spoke in the softest whisper as she moved closer to him.&nbsp; Her lips parted and she gently closed her eyes as she held close to his hand.&nbsp; The soft night and the large moon were the perfect backdrop as there was only the porchlight on at Holly's house.&nbsp; Her parents had long fallen asleep as they had complete trust in their little girl.<br><br>"Greg........shut up and kiss me...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 03:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes ma'am," he said with a broadening smile as he stepped closer and pressed his lips to hers, his own parted as well to let him kiss her fully and deeply. He took her other hand in his as they kissed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 00:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing in heavily, Holly was not prepared for the sudden rush of emotions tingling inside of her young body.&nbsp; Feeling like her heart would explode in her joy, she squeezed his hand as she turned her head and opened her mouth slightly.&nbsp; Her knees felt like they would never stop wobbling as the entire world paused for one spectacular moment of beautiful desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 03:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he felt her lips part he kissed more deeply, feeling her respond to it, feeling excitement run through him. Still holding her hands, he stepped in all the closer as he lingered in this long-dreamt kiss. His desires had never seemed so clear, and to have them returned was the second thunderbolt of the night for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 21:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly felt her body respond in a whole new and unique way as the rush went through her veins.&nbsp; Breathing heavily, she gasped for air against her lips as her hands began to squeeze his tightly.&nbsp; Holding the kiss for just a moment longer, she had to pull away.&nbsp; With the effects painted plainly on her face along with across her soft body, she held his lips before she finally broke contact with him.&nbsp; Staying close to him, she breathed her whisper right against his lips.<br><br>"...wow"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 04:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a slow breath as they parted as well, and felt her "wow" across his lips as he slowly opened his eyes, half expecting this all to be a dream. <br><br>"Yeah," he whispered back after a moment's stunned delay. Then he looked into her eyes, and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 00:36:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly had to steal one more kiss from him as she quickly pecked against his soft cheek.&nbsp; Smiling innocently up to him, she slowly began to untangle her hands from him as she knew that she could stay out here forever.<br><br>"I will see you in school, Greg.&nbsp; And I can't wait for Friday..."<br><br>With one last look, Holly turned away and began to walk inside of her house.&nbsp; Blushing the entire way as her stomach started to do flips inside of her, she walked up the sidewalk and into her house for the evening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 02:44:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Neither can I," he replied honestly as he felt her slip out of his arms, watched her go.<br><br>Finally, as she opened the door, he blinked. "Oh, hey... can I get your number?" He smiled, proud at coming up with a practical reason to keep her there a moment longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 23:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Holly opened the door, she heard Greg's voice call out to her.&nbsp; Closing it quietly, she returned back to him as she began to dig through her small purse.&nbsp; As she walked closer to him, he could notice that her cheeks were burning a soft pink color as she was breathing much more heavier than normal.&nbsp; With a shaking hand, she pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper as she jotted down her phone number.<br><br>"Here you go.&nbsp; Don't call me too late or anything...."<br><br>A slight tremble in her bottom lip as she spoke to him with a nervous smile.&nbsp; Obviously, the kiss had a rather large affect on the young girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was aware of the blood rushing in his ears, the thump of his heart... the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, as if his eyes were zooming in on details as she moved.<br><br>He took the slip of paper from her, his fingers brushing across hers as he did.<br><br>"Uh... when's too late?" he asked, managing to think straight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 05:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know, like, um, past 10 or midnight or whenever you would like cause I mean I just don't want my parents to get to mad, not like they would or anything, but I don't want to give them anything..."<br><br>Holly began to ramble on as her eyes darted around the entire darkened night sky.&nbsp; She could not look at Greg as she was deftly afraid of what would happen.&nbsp; She knew that once she did, she would desperately want to kiss him again and she didn't know if she could pull back this time.&nbsp; Pushing her curly blond hair away from her face, Holly looked a mixture of nervousness and excitement of still being so close to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 05:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, I won't call after ten. Or midnight." He grinned brightly, his eyes roaming but always returning to hers as she looked away shyly. He was used to being the shy one, so he knew it all too well. He took a step away. <br><br>"Ahh... see you at school. And I'll... call you tomorrow. Before ten." He gave her an awkward but bright and genuine smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 00:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bye Greg.&nbsp; And, um, thank you for tonight..."<br><br>Holly looked back at her house before she took a quick step towards Greg.&nbsp; Leaning up on her toes, the small girl kissed him sweetly on his lips one last time before she quickly turned around and ran inside of her house.&nbsp; Holding back a smile that could leave her face, Holly opened her door and then finally went inside as she discreetly watched Greg through the curtains of her window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:58:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're, uh... thank <em>you</em>," he said as he stepped away, feeling a little unsteady as he went.<br><br>And so, looking back and back again, he stumbled away, a little dazed and confused but very happy to be so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 04:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly giggled to herself as she watched Greg walk away from her house.&nbsp; She finally pulled the curtain away when she could no longer watch him down the street.<br><br>The trip back was rather uneventful except when Greg was about to reach his house.&nbsp; Across the way, something had changed about Mrs. Pennbrook's house.&nbsp; The yard was well maintained and the grass was recently mowed.&nbsp; Greg was the one who usually mowed her lawn as it looked like somebody did it for him.<br><br>Also, there were still lights on at this late of hour.&nbsp; Usually, Linda Pennbrook was promptly in bed by 8, but the large light over the family room was on even though he could not see who was inside.<br><br>The closer Greg got to his door, the more sleepy and tired he felt.&nbsp; Like a sudden wave of exhaustion, his eyelids began to grow heavier with each step.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 22:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg paused as he passed Mrs. Pennbrook's, wondering what was happening in here. Maybe one of her relatives had come visiting - not that she had many nearby, as far as he knew. Maybe one who really liked mowing the lawn?<br><br>He shrugged it off idly as he rubbed his tired eyes as he stepped onto the path into his home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 21:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In contrast, Greg's house was completely dark as his mother must have gone to bed earlier in the night.&nbsp; As Greg climbed the steps to his room, the sleep called louder to him.&nbsp; However, he actually heard music play in the background.<br><br>Like, a radio was playing in the distance and it only seemed to grow as he went closer to his bedroom.&nbsp; Maybe he was so tired that he was actually beginning to hear things...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"G'night," he mumbled as he passed his mother's bedroom door, quiet enough not to wake her if she was asleep, audible enough if she was still awake waiting up for him.<br><br>He slumped onto the bed, bending over to take off his suddenly heavy shoes, blinking to focus, trying to place the tune he could hear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Chris bent over to take off his shoes, he began to notice some strange happenings with his pants.&nbsp; They seem to almost vanish into thin air as his legs became clear for the eye to see.&nbsp; However, they weren't his legs.<br><br>His new legs were of a milkey white complexion, slender and very feminine looking.&nbsp; In fact, the feminine appearance began to take shape as it slowly slid up his body.&nbsp; He was once again changing into Clarissa as she heard Mrs. Pennbrook downstairs.<br><br>"CLARISSA!&nbsp; Time to wake up!"<br><br>The music began to grow as it was clearly coming from the alarm next to her.<br><br>Going To The Chapel Of Love- The Dixie Cups (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMfrLFirGWc#normal)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Coming, mother!"<br><br>She looked around her room, puzzled. "Just a dream... but... which one is the dream? I'm not him anymore... he isn't me... Who am I?"<br><br>She rose from the bed, feeling her nightgown brush against her skin, as she walked to the mirror. She paused, admiring herself.<br><br>"What now...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:36:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There, in the mirror, stood Clarissa Pennbrook.&nbsp; The same young girl that Greg had seen stare back at him so many times before.&nbsp; Of course, she looked a bit peculiar with the pink nightgown draped around her young body and the curlers still firmly tightened around her head.<br><br>However, almost in the blink of an eye, Greg was once again in his female form.&nbsp; All of the feminine emotions and feelings were rushing inside of his body and brain.&nbsp; Today was Monday morning and Clarissa had school today.<br><br>With the smell of breakfast wafting from downstairs, she heard some heels click on the wood floor as Clarissa only assumed that it was her mother coming to get her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa began to carefully remove the curlers, no really wanting to be seen in them, even by her father.<br><br>She winced as she pulled her hair slightly, unused to taking these things out, and rubbed her scalp to soothe it. "There we are," she nodded to herself as she set the last one down. With that, she turned to the door and the approaching footsteps. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 00:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a tiny knock on the door and then it began to creek open as Mrs. Linda Pennbrook appeared.&nbsp; She was wearing a simple pink flower dress with a lovely little apron as she was the source of the wonderful smelling breakfast.<br><br>(http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/10197195.jpg?v=1&amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;d=D0EB3BFB2D4A71570F5D05BC5BF2B881EC7C5022FB410D56)<br><br>"Good Morning, Princess.&nbsp; Oh, I see you took out your curlers already.&nbsp; Then, there is absolutely no time to waste.&nbsp; Hurry into the restroom to get ready while I prepare your uniform for the day.&nbsp; Scurry away now..."<br><br>Mrs. Pennbrook moved into Clarissa's bedroom and began to collect items to prepare for her day at school.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 02:57:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Mother," Clarissa said with a cheerful smile as she patted down her hair, before stepping out onto the landing and walking to the bathroom. <br><br>Undressing, she stepped into the waiting bath to quickly wash herself, taking all necessary care with her hairstyle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 17:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a plastic shower cap waiting for Clarissa to use as Mrs. Pennbrook made absolutely sure that Clarissa would not ruin her new hair.&nbsp; With a varied amount of soaps ready to be used and her pink fluffy towel waiting on the hook, the warm water was at a perfect temperature and just ready for her feminine body to step in.<br><br>Across the way, Clarissa could hear the humming of her mother as she began to pick out her uniform for her day that they chose yesterday.&nbsp; There was a bit of a hurry in her step, but Linda knew how important it was for her daughter to look her best for school.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was done soon, not giving herself time to truly relish the pleasures of relaxing in a bubble bath as she had to get dressed and couldn't wait to see herself in uniform. Removing her shower cap, she shook out her golden curls as she draped herself in the robe and scurried back to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 21:44:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There on the bed was her entire uniform laid out for her to wear.&nbsp; Of course, there were items that no modern girl would be caught dead wearing.&nbsp; The satin white bullet bra, full satin panties and gleaming white girdle immediately came to mind.&nbsp; Along with some white knee high socks and pristine saddle shoes, the full uniform was just waiting to be worn for Clarissa.<br><br>Standing proudly next to her bed, Mrs. Pennbrook was ready to help her daughter, but she suddenly stopped as she took a deep breath.&nbsp; She couldn't help her daughter for her entire life and even though it was terribly painful, she shouldn't press herself on the young girl.&nbsp; Still seeing Clarissa as her baby girl, it grew very painful to stop herself from helping.<br><br>"I know you are grown woman, sweetie.&nbsp; But, if you need any help, I will gladly be there for you.&nbsp; Just remember, you need to leave and grab breakfast fairly quickly, so don't dawdle."<br><br>With a sad smile, Linda nodded her head and left Clarissa all by herself with the foreign clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 01:09:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will." Clarissa paused, and gave her mother a warm smile. "Thank you... and a little help with my girdle would be good."<br><br>She was not saying this just to make her mother feel better - the thought of wearing all this excited her, but at the same time she was genuinely unsure how to fasten the girdle. It was a shorter one, obviously designed so that a woman could put it on unassisted, but she had only blurred memories of doing so.<br><br>She slipped quite casually into her bra by comparison, fastening it easily and breathing in and out deply to ensure it fit and flattered her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 17:37:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a reassuring smile, Linda decided to stay in the room as she gave her daughter some privacy.&nbsp; The bullet bra was heavier and more constricting then the modern bra, but it made her feminines breasts raise higher on her chest.&nbsp; The fully panty covered her bum and sweet lips as it encased her full backside.&nbsp; Both of them were made of the shiniest white satin that Clarissa had ever seen.<br><br>(http://i5.ebayimg.com/02/i/001/16/ab/bb63_12.JPG)<br><br>"Baby, just slide down the zipper on the side and step into it.&nbsp; The garment will feel a little tight, but that is completely natural.&nbsp; Just wiggle it over your bum and it should just slide into place.&nbsp; Trust me, what it does to your stomach and bum will make you want to wear them all the time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 03:20:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg had always enjoyed trying on bras, and it felt even better to fit them and feel them life and hold Clarissa's bust. Glancing at her reflection in the satin bullet bra, she felt some of the old excitement of dressing up, and some of the pleasure of seeing a beautiful girl wearing something sexy as well... and she <em>was</em> the girl. <br><br>Clarissa did her best to wriggle into the girdle, feeling it wrap around her, wanting to see how she looked in it as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 22:50:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girdle rose up her feminine body as it slowly wiggled into place.&nbsp; The girdle pushed up against her lips as it flatten out her stomach.&nbsp; Just a bit tight, the girdle helped her new figure as it gave Clarissa a very pert bum.&nbsp; With the bullet bra, Clarissa had a lovely hourglass figure that was just shimmering under the lingerie in the mirror.&nbsp; The serene, feminine image was staring back at her as her mother came behind her with the next garment.<br><br>(http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.83848209.jpg)<br><br>"No need to gawk at yourself, my little poppet.&nbsp; Come now, slide on your slip.&nbsp; Be careful of your hair..."<br><br>The slip was of the same white satin as her other lingerie, but with just a hint of pink lace.&nbsp; The slip covered her bra and hugged her body as it stopped just below her knees.&nbsp; It was amazing the process that Clarissa had to go through just to go to school in the morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 20:11:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amazing, and exciting. The thought of doing this daily - or more, as she changed outfits - thrilled the part of her that had long wished to dress like this. She quickly raised her hands to let the slip fall, smoothing it down over her satin-clad figure. "Thank you," she said softly, looking eagerly to see what awaited her next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:31:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Linda's hands gently smoothed the slip as it hugged her newly conformed body.&nbsp; The soft sensation ran through her sweet skin before she went to the closet to get her uniform ready for her.&nbsp; The pleated green plaid skirt was first followed by the soft white blouse that they had bought yesterday.&nbsp; The clothes were all pristine and just begging to be worn.<br><br>"Okay lovely, let's get you in your uniform and I can help you with your new hairstyle.&nbsp; It will be so beautiful and all the other girls will be green with envy, Clarissa."<br><br>Setting them on the bed, she waited for Clarissa to put on the uniform that she had worn so many times before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I hope so," Clarissa said with a happy little smile as she admired herself a moment longer before walking to the bed and reaching down to pick up and pull on her new blouse, enjoying the cool cotton against her arms, buttoning it up properly before lifting her skirt to see how she was to put it on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 17:31:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The blouse was a bit heavier than the modern fabrics, but it was still much lighter than any shirt he had worn.&nbsp; The buttons were on the other side and a bit larger.&nbsp; Linda indicated to button the blouse all the way and then handed her a floppy and large feminine bow that was in the same matching green that she was to wear underneath her collar.<br><br>The skirt was again heavier and longer than she had seen.&nbsp; It was of the green plaid that matched her bow, but it was pleated and fell to her knees.&nbsp; A side zipper and a simple button held the skirt tightly against her new stomach.&nbsp; After the skirt was finished, Linda continued to help as she handed her daughter the angelic white knee high socks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:45:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa's slim fingers soon found their rhythm as she buttoned up her blouse, seeing it confirm to her bosom and waist. Adding the bow made her smile. And, of course, wearing skirts had long been a secret pleasure, and now that it was normal, accepted, expected, it still felt lovely to fasten herself into her skirt.<br><br>Sitting, careful not to crease her pleats, she took her socks with a smile and "thank you," and started to pull them on with care. She would have preferred to be able to wear stockings, but the exposed knee was appealing as well. <br><br>She looked to see what was next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 21:30:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://www.costumeshoes.com/images/products/Saddle08Md.jpg)<br><br>Pulling the last two items of her outfit out of the closet, the first was a blast from the past and one Greg had only seen in the history books.&nbsp; It was a genuine pair of saddle shoes as the black and white leather sparkled in the soft light.&nbsp; They looked completely new and just the perfect size for her petite feet.<br><br>The other was a blazer in the familiar green color.&nbsp; The blazer would fall to the top of her skirt and it held the embezzled crest of Clarissa's new school on its pocket.&nbsp; After Clarissa had put on her shoes, Mrs. Pennbrook helped the young girl into her blazer as she buttoned the one gold button and smiled warmly at her daughter.<br><br>"Just perfect.&nbsp; Now, come sit at your vanity and we can do your hair and makeup."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 04:19:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa looked a little surprised by the single button, but threw back her shoulders to better show off once it was in place. She stood up, taking her first step in saddle shoes and feeling her skirt sway around her legs as she walked to the vanity. "Thank you," she said in a soft voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 04:20:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Guiding Clarissa to sit at the vanity, Linda began to instruct her daughter in the art of putting on make up.&nbsp; She told her that she should put on enough to enhance her features, but not too much so that people will notice.&nbsp; Some soft lipstick, a little curl of her eyelashes, a bit of blush, a spritz of perfume and any other tasks that Linda instructed so that her natural beauty could shine inside of the large mirror.<br><br>The curlers from last night gave Clarissa's golden blond hair a lovely bounce that cascaded down her face.&nbsp; Linda brushed out any of the tangles and to make sure that it looked just as good as when she left the salon.&nbsp; For a final touch, she took a matching green bow and taking the hair away from her face, tied it at the back and top of her hair.&nbsp; The large green bow perched perfectly around the soft golden curls of her hair.<br><br>"Come now, let us see how you look in the full mirror."<br><br>Nudging her along, Linda led Clarissa to the full length mirror to get a good look at her new appearance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 04:41:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa followed her new mother's instructions with care, accenting her feminine beauty, remaining youthful... girlish. As she set down her lipstick she couldn't help but smile at her reflection. She patted down an errant lock of her soft golden hair, feeling it bounce gently. <br><br>Standing up, she smoothed down her skirt and straightened her blazer, looking down at her uniformed body to ensure that everything was in place, and then walked to the mirror to look at herself as a schoolgirl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 21:14:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa looked like the perfect image of a schoolgirl.&nbsp; Like the old pictures she used to see in her old textbooks, but now it was in color and it was actually her.&nbsp; She looked so different from the girls in modern day.&nbsp; The skirt was much longer, the bow under her collar was pert and feminine and it was obvious that Clarissa cared about her appearance.<br><br>Mrs. Pennbrook shined at the image of her daughter as she grabbed her by her shoulders and led her down the stairs.&nbsp; Yes, she was the most beautiful image that Linda had ever seen.<br><br>"Come on sweetie, let us grab some breakfast.&nbsp; Make sure to greet your father and then it is off to school for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 03:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa gazed at herself, looking and feeling, seeing her skirt swing as she shifted in place and felt it against her knees, her smile slowly widening as she took in all she could experience. This was a dream come true.<br><br>She was moved from her reverie as her new mother spoke, turning to see the pride on her face. <br><br>"Thank you," she said softly, filled with gratitude at being given the chance to look and feel like this. <br><br>With a last, lingering gaze at her reflection, she stepped over to the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:30:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa was now everything Greg had wished to be.&nbsp; She was finally the most beautiful girl in the world and was happy to just live like herself for once.<br><br>In the kitchen, Mr. Pennbrook was reading the newspaper while drinking a cup of coffee.&nbsp; Hearing the click of shoes, he turned while putting down his paper to notice Clarissa and Linda walking into the room.&nbsp; Linda quickly went back to the stove as she began to prepare a full breakfast for her family.<br><br>Mr. Pennbrook smiled proudly as she stared a little in shock at his daughter.&nbsp; He was amazed to see his little princess grow up so fast and look so beautiful.<br><br>"Clarissa, you look beautiful this morning.&nbsp; I know all of your friends cannot wait to see the new you and any boy would be lucky to spend time with you."<br><br>Linda's spot on the table was ready for her with a large glass of fresh juice for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 14:11:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled to herself as she looked down, seeing the swell of her bosom and feeling the swish of her skirt as she descended the stairs. <br><br>She stopped at the door to let her new father look at her, and felt herself blush slightly at his compliments. "Oh, daddy," she replied, feeling rather embarrassed, as she walked over and sat down, sweeping her skirt under her to avoid creasing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 00:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a few moments, Linda finished up a warm breakfast for her entire family.&nbsp; Handing a plate to her daughter, Clarissa found some eggs, fruit and some hash browns waiting for her to eat.&nbsp; Linda had a meal similar to hers, but Mr. Pennbrook had some pancakes and bacon along with him.&nbsp; Obviously, the women of the Pennbrook household were on a diet.<br><br>Much like the scene from the movie that Greg watched, the kitchen was the picture of perfection.&nbsp; Greg was now the sweet girl with the loving and adoring family.&nbsp; The parents began to talk of some neighborhood and office gossip while they continued to eat their meals.<br><br>Just as Clarissa was finishing, there was a knock on the door that echoed throughout the house.&nbsp; Linda got up and handed Clarissa a stack of books for her to carry.<br><br>"Sweetie, that must be Elizabeth.&nbsp; Have fun at school and study hard."<br><br>Linda helped Clarissa to her feet and then began to lead her to the door where her 'friend' was waiting for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa ate lightly, savouring the hash browns in particular, although her eyes did turn more than once to her father's pancakes. Still, she thought, she'd had plenty of treats today already. Her whole life was a treat now...<br><br>"I will," she promised when told to have fun and study hard, holding her books with care. She was looking forward to school more than Greg had in a long time... although she remembered Greg's excitement about seeing Holly. She wondered again when, or if, they would separate entirely. She was no longer a part of him, she was his daughter as much as the Pennbrooks', and sharing his memories and dreams seemed ever more strange to her.<br><br>Kissing her new father goodbye, she walked to the front door and waited for it to be opened as her hands were full, waited to meet Claissa's friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 17:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Pennbrook beamed with pride before he went back to his paper and continued eating his breakfast.&nbsp; "Enjoy your day, Angel."<br><br>When the door opened, Clarissa's friend, Elizabeth Stafford (http://www.trueblood-online.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/s2-15.jpg) stood on the other side.&nbsp; Elizabeth was wearing the exact same uniform as Clarissa with only some minor changes.&nbsp; Her skirt seemed to be a little shorter than hers and her hair had a small bow on the side while her soft curls fell down the otherside of her face.&nbsp; Elizabeth had bright red hair, crystal blue eyes and a warm smile that was rather infectious.<br><br>"Wow!&nbsp; Look at you!&nbsp; Did you get your hair done?&nbsp; You look so beautiful, Clarissa!"<br><br>With a bubbly voice, Elizabeth smiled widely at Clarissa as she was amazed to the beautiful girl in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 22:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa looked at Elizabeth, fascinated. She remembered Greg's attraction, and knew she was beautiful, but she was reacting to her just as a friend. She smiled back at the question, and patted her hair. "Mm-hmm. I had to sleep in curlers. Glad it paid off!" she added with a cheerful smile as she joined her. "Of course, you have curls anyway, you lucky thing." She fell into step with her, feeling her skirt swing, feeling the early morning sun on her lightly made-up face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 23:52:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa had known Elizabeth all of her life as they were the closest of friends.&nbsp; They lived on the same street as each other and have gone to the same school as one another.&nbsp; Elizabeth only had an older brother, so Clarissa has become a long lost sister to her.&nbsp; They were rather different from one another as Elizabeth was a bit more out going and independent than Clarissa was.<br><br>The two young ladies began walking down their street towards the school which was only a few blocks away.&nbsp; Clarissa could see men beginning to leave for work as they kissed their wives and headed off in their large cars.&nbsp; Little children were waiting at the bus while laughing and playing with another.<br><br>"I would have your hair in a second!&nbsp; My curls are such a pain as they always get so tangled and it is a bother to brush them.&nbsp; Also, I love the shimmering blond you have cause you look like a young Grace Kelly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 01:44:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Flatterer," Clarissa laughed, reaching up to pat her hair as her friend commented on it. "I'm never entirely sure it suits me. But I'm happy to accept compliments." Then she looked over. "And so should you be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clarissa, you look like a movie star.&nbsp; Just be careful as I know some girls will be very jealous of you.&nbsp; Watch out ahead of us."<br><br>While walking down the street, Elizabeth and Clarissa noticed two other girls walking directly towards them.&nbsp; The two girls were wearing a different colored school uniform as theirs were blue instead of green of St. Mary's.&nbsp; Greg recognized the colors from his day of belonging to St. Joe's.&nbsp; They had a reputation of being rather easy and very snobbish compared to the almost 'goody two shoes' of St. Mary's.<br><br>The two girls were both blond and stopped talking immediately when they saw Clarissa and Elizabeth.&nbsp; As they passed, one of the girls whispered the word <em>prude</em> next to Clarissa followed by a very condescending giggle.&nbsp; Elizabeth shook her head as she patted Clarissa on the shoulder.<br><br>"Just ignore them.&nbsp; Ugh, I cannot stand St. Joe's girls..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 00:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled, blithely unconcerned. "They're just jealous because Mary's a better saint than Joseph. He was just the stepfather," she added with a smirk. <br><br>She was in too good a mood to let such a minor thing spoil it. This was her day of days. <br><br>Even so, she glanced sidelong at the window of the shop they were passing to make sure the St. Joe girl weren't doing anything. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 02:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clarissa!!"<br><br>Elizabeth giggled at her words as a bit of a shocked expression came across her face.&nbsp; That kind of talk was a bit strange to hear during this time, but it did not stop the girl from giggling rather loudly which only caused the girls to become even more angry.&nbsp; Once the St. Joe's girls passed them, they went about their merry way to their respective school.<br><br>Walking a few more blocks, the girls reached a crosswalk across a major street.&nbsp; Waiting for the light to change, Elizabeth smiled widely and tapped Clarissa on the shoulder.&nbsp; Nodding her head to her otherside, Clarissa noticed a car full of four boys wearing the same suits that Greg used to see in the old pictures of his school.&nbsp; All four of the boys were looking at the two girls with a wide eyed and almost shocked expressions.&nbsp; The boys could not help staring at the two beautiful girls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 04:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa worried she might have gone too far, until Elizabeth giggled. She smiled innocently as they passed the St. Joe's girls. <br><br>She smiled all the more on seeing the boys, feeling herself start to blush as they stared at her and Elizabeth.&nbsp; "They're looking at you, you know," she grinned. "You'd think they didn't know there was a school around here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:02:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as one of the windows began to roll down, the car began to pull away from the two girls.&nbsp; Yes, the boys may have been staring at both of them, it was very clear that one of them was clearly looking at Clarissa.&nbsp; Without a doubt in her mind, Clarissa knew that she was beautiful and that boys felt the same thing.<br><br>Elizabeth rolled her eyes as the two girls crossed the street and continued to their school.&nbsp; "You are such a square sometimes!&nbsp; All of them were looking at you.&nbsp; I was just in their field of vision."&nbsp; Elizabeth smiled widely while talking with her best friend in the whole world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa couldn't resist giving the boys a shy smile as they drove off. The thrill of being beautiful was overwhelming, and she knew she wanted boys' attention...<br><br>"Yes, because no boy would ever look at <em>you</em>," laughed, shaking her curls as she did. "Not unless he had <em>eyes</em> or something," she added as they carried on. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 02:25:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sweetie, their eyes pass me and glance directly at you.&nbsp; Trust me.&nbsp; I will prove it to you after school.&nbsp; Just wait."<br><br>Elizabeth smiled one of her mischievous grins and winked to the girl next to her.&nbsp; Suddenly, the large and stone school came up close to them.&nbsp; Outside, there were many other girls talking to one another as they wore the same exact uniform.&nbsp; However, Clarissa could notice small differences in the unique girls and how they wore their clothes.&nbsp; Some wore shorter skirts while others were much longer.&nbsp; Clarissa could tell that her prim and proper look made her stand out as she looked the most pristine along with the most affluent.<br><br>Some girls smiled over at Elizabeth and Clarissa as they passed them by to walk inside the school.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 04:19:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa raised her eyebrows doubtfully as Elizabeth countered her statement. "We'll see," she said. As part of Greg, she would definitely have given Elizabeth a second look, even though as Clarissa she was the girl of his dreams.<br><br>She looked up at the school building, suddenly acutely aware of how petite she was. And of how, even in uniform, she stood out due to her style. She glanced around cautiously, looking for jealous glances.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:40:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the corner of the front yard, there stood a group of the more affluent girls of the school.&nbsp; It appeared that they had secluded themselves from the other girls and were only interested in themselves.&nbsp; The main girl stopped talking as she noticed Clarissa walking next to Elizabeth.&nbsp; The very jealous girls stared at Clarissa, especially with her new hair and how she looked in her uniform.&nbsp; She was obviously not pleased of some girl trying to take her top spot in school away from her.<br><br>Elizabeth walked down the hallway and stopped at her locker.&nbsp; Clarissa suddenly felt the urge to go a similar locker a few down and to take out some of her textbooks.&nbsp; Even though the school and every little thing felt new, it all had a strangely familiar feel to it.&nbsp; Her new life felt like she had done each small activity a million times before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 06:32:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa stopped herself smiling as she saw Betty Robbins seethe with jealousy at how beautiful she looked. she couldn't help but feel proud of herself as she attracted such reactions. Being this ideal girl felt wonderful.<br><br>Surrendering to her new habits, she opened her locker and retrieved the books she knew she would need. Looking around it, she saw a few personal decorations, including a small mirror inside the door for her to check her makeup. There, looking back at her, was her new face. She couldn't stop herself smiling at that...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 18:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty Robbins (http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/222856518_b76a6c40d9_o.jpg) was absolutely boiling with jealousy as she watched Clarissa walk in with a new haircut.&nbsp; She had heard through some rumors that Clarissa was seen talking to some boy outside of church on Sunday and now she was walking in like she owned the place.&nbsp; Betty would make sure that she had a nice talk with Clarissa.<br><br>"Clarissa!&nbsp; You don't need to check your makeup every five minutes.&nbsp; It's just us girls.&nbsp; Dear me, you are such a princess."<br><br>Elizabeth giggled as she grabbed the arm of her friend to bring her away from her vanity mirror.&nbsp; The girls walked down the hallway just as the bell rang.&nbsp; Their first class was about to start and the two girls went into the room together to sit down in some empty seats.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 04:14:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I was out in... a slight breeze." Clarissa half smiled at her incredibly weak defence as she took Elizabeth's arm and they walked together to class. <br><br>They took their usual seats - they felt like their usual seats, just as the room seemed familiar - and she held her skirt to keep it flat and straight as if she had a hundred times before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 18:01:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				School was the same and incredibly different for Clarissa all at the same time.&nbsp; At first, being in a classroom with only females was a bit strange, but she began to notice that she could concentrate on her schoolwork much easier.&nbsp; Of course, the material was rather outdated and she felt that she did extremely well on a quiz in history.<br><br>However, just because their were no boys around didn't mean they were not a frequent topic of conversation.&nbsp; In fact, Clarissa heard girls talk about their dates from the past weekend as they began to analyze the signals they got from their boyfriends.&nbsp; The talk was much safer as the most salacious material heard was about a girl who was taken to 'make out' point.<br><br>By the end of the day, Clarissa began to feel like herself and she had been doing this all of her life.&nbsp; However, there was still the rush of excitement from even the smallest things compared to her life as Greg.&nbsp; She had gotten jealous glances all throughout the day, but Elizabeth was there to shield their gazes and help protect her.&nbsp; In fact, it was her that met her at her locker after school as they began to put their books away.<br><br>"I did terrible on that quiz in History.&nbsp; I just know I did.&nbsp; Come on, let's go to the soda shop!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure you did fine," Clarissa reassured her, patting her arm gently, a friendly and very feminine gesture. "But I could go for a malt anyway. Come on." She closed her locker, shouldered her schoolbag and turned to head for the door. <br><br>"So," she added in a conspiratorial murmur, "how many of the other girls are too jealous of me now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 21:54:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth held her books close to her chest as she tried to get that horrible quiz out of her mind.&nbsp; Smiling softly at Clarissa, she was happy to have her here to lean on and an afternoon at the Malt Shop would surely life her spirit.&nbsp; Looking around as they walked out the doors, Elizabeth spoke in a whisper so that only the two girls could hear them.<br><br>"Rumor has it that Betty Robbins was absolutely seething during gym class today.&nbsp; She did not like being upstaged as the prettiest girl in school and that she is currently thinking of plan to get you back.&nbsp; Love, you better watch out for her.&nbsp; I heard that she stole Michelle Robinson's boyfriend just because she said something mean about her shoes.&nbsp; That Betty is a mean girl!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 03:13:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa flashed a dazzling smile. "I'm not scared. I don't think anyone could ruin the day I'm having." She began to walk, feeling her skirt sway gently with her steps. She knew she would never get bored of wearing skirts and dresses, even though it would now be something she could do all the time. She glanced at her reflection in the door up ahead, delighting in what she saw.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:45:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bright sun warmed her legs through the bouncy skirt.&nbsp; The day was warm and was just a magical day to be walking around town.&nbsp; Elizabeth led Clarissa away from the school grounds as they began to approach the main street of the small town.<br><br>"Why are you in a joyful mood?&nbsp; I know you are happy all the time, but something feels different.&nbsp; What happened this weekend?"<br><br>Elizabeth looked over to her best friend that she had know since she was a baby with an arching eyebrow.&nbsp; Something was different about Clarissa and she was certain to find out what exactly happened over the weekend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 01:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can you keep a secret?" she said quietly, leaning on with a smile. <br><br>She had a secret she would never tell, of course... that she had been a boy but now she was cured of that... but she had a few more as well.<br><br>"That boy in church <em>finally</em> asked me to the dance!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 22:36:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth probably woke a few people who had passed on as she squealed and giggled in joy.&nbsp; Stopping in their walking, she grabbed a hold of Clarissa and bounced in her exuberance.&nbsp; Smiling so wide that she was afraid her lips would fall off her face, Elizabeth began shooting questions at Clarissa.<br><br>"What's his name?&nbsp; Where does he go to school?&nbsp; What are you going to wear?&nbsp; Have you talk to him since then?&nbsp; What's he like?&nbsp; Clarissa, you have to tell me everything!!"<br><br>Elizabeth had heard Clarissa go on about this boy at church for months now.&nbsp; They would smile and look at each other from across the way, but they would never say a word to each other.&nbsp; She knew that Clarissa was getting frustrated and to hear he actually talked to her sent Elizabeth's joy for her best friend to new heights.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 02:31:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa grinned brightly as Elizabeth squealed. "Anyone would think he finally asked <em>you</em> out," she said as she started to giggle along with her friend. <br><br>"His name's Eric, he goes to St. Joseph's Boys. Who are much nicer than the girls' school." She paused, considering the question of her dress. So many tempting possibilities awaited her, she thought with a smile. "I haven't decided what to wear. What do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 20:40:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eric..."<br><br>Elizabeth almost swooned at the sound of his name as she desperately tried to hold in her girlish giggle.&nbsp; It was so wonderful to hear that Clarissa had a date.&nbsp; She knew that she could be painfully shy and it was absolutely perfect that somebody took notice of her.<br><br>"I think we might have to go shopping one of these days for you.&nbsp; You already have the perfect hair, so you just need the perfect dress.&nbsp; Something sweet and beautiful, but just a little...daring so that he will come back for more!&nbsp; Something that will show off those wonderful legs of yours."<br><br>After a few moments, Elizabeth was finally able to control herself and they could continue their walk down to the malt shop.&nbsp; However, her smile on her face refused to die down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:35:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa stuck out her tongue quickly at Elizabeth's swooning act and giggles. <br><br>She felt herself blush at that description of her legs, even as she felt her uniform skirt swish wonderfully around her exposed knees. "Well, I <em>do</em> need a dress to wear," she agreed in her quieter, more demure way. The idea of shopping for, choosing and wearing 'the perfect dress' gave her a flutter of excitement. She was free to be the girl she'd always secretly wanted to be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 22:12:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I am here to help you.&nbsp; I need to save you from your mother anyway.&nbsp; I am afraid that she will pick something <em>too</em> sweet.&nbsp; You need a dress that will make his mouth drop."<br><br>Elizabeth giggled and then grinned wildly at the ideas running inside of her head.&nbsp; She was much different than Clarissa as she was the louder and more adventurous of the two.&nbsp; Her personality seemed to go perfectly well with the quiet and demure Clarissa.<br><br>It was then that the two girls finally reached their destination.&nbsp; Nuzzled in the middle of town, Susie Q's Malt Shop (http://www.rogersarkansas.com/Museum/photo/images/SusieQ.jpg) was absolutely bustling with girls and boys.&nbsp; Unlike pictures that Greg had seen, the shop was bright and colorful with many people all around them.&nbsp; As the two girls walked inside, they could see many teenagers hanging around the bar area, couples sharing a malt together and others in small groups.&nbsp; There was a mixture of teenagers in a varying color of familiar uniforms, but some had changed or gone to public school as they wore pretty standard clothing for the time.<br><br>Elizabeth led Clarissa over to an empty booth in the corner and sat down next to the window.&nbsp; Clarissa could feel many eyes on her as some of the boys looked her over while the girls gave jealous stares and soft whispers about her appearance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 02:44:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help blushing slightly at the attention, even as she admired the girls out of uniform. <br><br>She didn't recognise the song playing on the jukebox as she came in, it must not have stayed famous over the decades. This joined with the bright decor, the hubbub of slang talk and the scent of perfumes and hair oils to remind her that this was real, this was her world now.<br><br>Looking around, she searched for a booth they could use, or join.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 21:52:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth led Clarissa to an empty booth in the corner.&nbsp; With the large and leather bench seats, the booth could easily fit 4 people, but it seemed to work well for the two young ladies.&nbsp; Elizabeth put her books down as the volume of the Malt Shop began to rise once again.&nbsp; The novelty of seeing the young girls had worn off and most of the people went back to their previous discussions.&nbsp; However, every once in a while, Clarissa could feel random pairs of eyes look to her from all directions of the Shop.<br><br>After a few moments, an older gentleman appeared next to them.&nbsp; He had white hair which matched his outfit.&nbsp; He was wearing bright white pants, short sleeve white button shirt and a black bow tie.&nbsp; Looking exactly like the other workers, the older man pulled out a pad of paper and looked them both over.<br><br>"Are you young ladies ready to order?"<br><br>"Yes, I'll have a strawberry milkshake."<br><br>Clarissa spoke first and ordered like she had been here a million times before.&nbsp; Handing the man her menu, he then turned to Clarissa with a warm smile.<br><br>"And for you, darling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa felt self-conscious getting so much attention, but a glance down at herself and across at her reflection reminded her that she deserved it.<br><br>She smiled at the server as he asked what she wanted, and called her young lady, and then darling. <br><br>"A vanilla shake, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 18:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Two shakes come right up."<br><br>The old man smiled and then left the two girls alone to talk amongst themselves.&nbsp; Elizabeth giggled a little as she brushed a piece of her hair away from her eyes as she spoke in a rather teasing manner.<br><br>"A vanilla shake?&nbsp; You really are a bad girl, Clarissa!"<br><br>Elizabeth's infectious giggle stayed around a little longer before she sat up in her seat.&nbsp; She was almost bouncing on the cool leather as she looked over to her best friend.<br><br>"So, tell me everything about Eric!&nbsp; I want to know every little detail!!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa blushed slightly as she started giggling as well. <br><br>She knew this life was new, but it felt completely real. She knew she <em>could</em> be a bad girl if she wanted, any kind of girl she wanted to be... but she was the girl she wanted to be now.<br><br>She thought back to meeting Eric - to knowing she'd known him in passing for months beforehand. <br><br>"He's quite tall... strong. Maybe he plays football... He goes to St. Joseph's Boys'. He has a little blonde sister, called Elizabeth as it happens..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 04:52:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth sat up in her seat as she heard the description of Clarissa's date.&nbsp; He sounded rather familiar, but she couldn't quite place the handsome boy that she was talking about.&nbsp; However, finally hearing that her friend had gotten the boy had caused her heart to leap out of her chest.&nbsp; Her smile could hardly be contained as it was wanting to leap off her lips.<br><br>"So, is he supposed to call you sometime this week?&nbsp; I am assuming if he is like any boy, then he is just dying to hear from you again..."<br><br>It was at that moment that the memory flashed in Clarissa's head.&nbsp; Eric had told her that he was going to call her today to confirm their date.&nbsp; He could be calling at any second...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:40:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh, he said he would call tonight." Looking outside, Clarissa confirmed that it was still daylight. "Of course, he might mean in the evening. Or... the late afternoon, after school." She winced. "Of course, my parents would take a message... but... better I talk to him."<br><br>She looked over the manager. "Could we get our shakes to take out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 20:42:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually, young lady, your shakes have already been paid for..."<br><br>The elderly manager nodded to two boys who each had a shake in their hand.&nbsp; One was a vanilla and one was a strawberry one which seemingly belonged to Elizabeth and Clarissa.&nbsp; The two boys (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZid6VnDf_8/SAQZPXMEVLI/AAAAAAAAAko/LovbMGFKkso/s400/Teddy+Boys,+manchester+1955.jpg) approached the table with a charming smile on their faces.&nbsp; Setting the shakes down in front of the two ladies, the blond boy began to speak for the two of them.<br><br>"Good afternoon ladies, my name is Nicholas and this is my friend Danny.&nbsp; We were wondering if you two would like some company on this perfect day."<br><br>Nicholas moved his eyes from Clarissa to Elizabeth, but focused his attention solely on the redhead.&nbsp; Danny, on the other hand, could not peel his eyes away from Clarissa as he nervously tried not to stare at her.&nbsp; The two of them wore almost identical suits which indicated that they were currently going to one of the all boy's schools nearby.<br><br>Underneath the table, Clarissa felt a slight push against her leg as Elizabeth stared at her friend.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide and she silently mouthed the word 'please' to her friend.&nbsp; Clarissa knew that Elizabeth was currently single and she was desperately looking for a boy to call her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa was surprised by the gesture, and more so by the attention. She never would have imagined boys would be so fascinated... even though she had always wished they would. She had wanted to be a girl for years, but being one was still full of exciting surprises. <br><br>She glanced at Elizabeth as she got her attention.<br><br>"Oh, ah, well... I have to make my way home early... but... if you'd like to accompany us to our street, it's a lovely day for a walk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 20:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on Clarissa, you can stay for a little while longer.&nbsp; Plus, it is better to make them wait.&nbsp; Please, sit down..."<br><br>With a knowing smile, Elizabeth turned her attention from Clarissa to the boys standing next to their booth.&nbsp; Given the green light, both of them sat on the seat near the edge as they turned to look at their respective girls.&nbsp; Nicholas could not take his eyes off of Elizabeth and had on the goofiest of smiles.&nbsp; Elizabeth, on the other hand, looked at him with her wide eyes and began to giggle consistently at his words.<br><br>Danny turned to look at Clarissa as his long arm draped over the back of the booth and dangerously close to Clarissa's shoulder.&nbsp; Danny had dark brown hair which was neatly parted to one side without a single hair out of place.&nbsp; His dark brown eyes appeared like black holes that could easily make anybody get lost in them.&nbsp; With dimples, an engaging smile and more fulled out body, Danny was the complete opposite of Eric.&nbsp; Danny was confident, attractive and would make any girl just weak in her knees.<br><br>"Hello.&nbsp; I am afraid that I didn't catch your name.&nbsp; I am Danny..."<br><br>With those deep words and masculine voice, he extended his hand towards Clarissa as he continued to look over the beautiful girl next to him!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clarissa," she whispered, feeling flattered by danny's attention... and more than a little flustered by his dark eyes and easy smile. <br><br>He reminded her of some of the guys Greg knew, the ones who were more casual and relaxed with girls than he was, even now that his Clarissa side was no longer there to make him hesitate and worry. He had always partly understood the appeal, but now that he was her, she could feel herself being charmed.<br><br>But she also had a bit more distance, she knew he was just a little too smooth, too confident for her.<br><br>And, she still liked how it felt to be the girl he wanted to pay attention to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 20:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sorry about intruding on your afternoon, but my friend and I just had to come over here to talk to you two ladies."<br><br>Retracting his hand, Danny continued to lay on his smile as he looked over to her.&nbsp; Deep in his eyes, Danny had a bit of sincerity whenever he looked over to the attractive blond.&nbsp; He knew there was something different about her compared to other girls that he had met.&nbsp; He usually didn't approach strangers, but he persuaded Nicholas to come with him because he rather liked the vibrant redhead.<br><br>"Clarissa is a beautiful name and perfect for a beautiful girl.&nbsp; I noticed that you girls just came from school...?"<br><br>Danny's eyes traveled down Clarissa's body as he took notice of her uniform and how it hugged her body.&nbsp; He also noticed how feminine it made her look which caused his smile to grow larger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 02:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa could tell what he was thinking - she had thought it herself when she was a boy. And now she found it flattering, even exciting, to be gazed at and admired for her feminine curves, it was something she'd always wished for. Especially from a boy with sensitive eyes and a charming smile...<br><br>She nodded to his question, feeling herself smile shyly at his attentions. "Yes, we're at St. Mary's. No boys allowed," she added ruefully. "There'll be boys from St. Joseph's hiding at the other side of the hall at the spring formal, otherwise they're all out."<br><br>"How about you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 17:35:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, Nicholas and I both go to St. John's.&nbsp; No girls allowed..."<br><br>Danny smiled a rather playful grin at that last comment.&nbsp; Shrugging his wide shoulders just a bit, his eyes traveled back up to Clarissa as he looked her into her blue eyes.<br><br>"So that means we have to go off campus to find our own kind of fun..."<br><br>Clarissa knew that St. John's and St. Joseph's were rather bitter rivals, even to the days of when he was Greg.&nbsp; St. Joseph's was more known for their high academic standards while St. John's was known for their more athletic achievements.&nbsp; One was decidedly a nerdy school while the cool people went to the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 14:03:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, so are you on the football team?" she asked, lowering her gaze as he looked into her eyes, feeling the warmth of a blush starting on her cheeks. She was really enjoying his attention. Football was the first thing she thought of, as he was broad-shouldered and strong. "And should you be talking to a couple of squares from St. Mary's then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 17:46:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, not football.&nbsp; We're both on the baseball team.&nbsp; Pitchers actually..."<br><br>Danny's smile began to grow as she noticed the blush on Clarissa's cheek.&nbsp; He immediately thought that was the most beautiful blush he had ever seen in his life as he could no longer help himself.&nbsp; Reaching over to her, Danny's hand brushed a piece of her silky blond hair away from her cheek as she spoke softly to him.<br><br>"I have been known to find the diamonds in the rough..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 17:31:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"... I thought the rough was golf, not baseball," she said with a slight smile, the joking let her feel just that little bit more in control of her new self even as she felt his hand gently touch her cheek, as her eyes moved to meet his...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 20:41:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, that is only for the off-season..."<br><br>Danny smiled and continued the joking feeling with Clarissa.&nbsp; And so, that is how the afternoon went with the two couples enjoying each others company and flirting in the Soda Shop.&nbsp; It seemed to pass so easy that Clarissa wondered where the time had gone off too.&nbsp; It was during one touching moment that truly caught her off guard.&nbsp; Danny's hand went across her cheek and Clarissa was shown a brief picture of her future with him.<br><br>Clarissa could see herself many years in the future as she was a grown woman walking around a very large mansion.&nbsp; She appeared to be a smiling housewife with two perfect children living in the very upscale part of town.&nbsp; In a matter of moments, Danny walked through the door and Clarissa met him with a simple kiss.&nbsp; The life presented to her seemed wonderful and a dreamlike situation.&nbsp; However, one part seemed to be missing and she couldn't quite get her finger on it...<br><br>After a while, Danny noticed the falling sun and realized that he had to get home for dinner.&nbsp; And so, it was time for him to finish the deal.<br><br>"So, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to call you sometime?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 05:32:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wondered at the daydream... vision?... of a future with Danny. What could be missing? The idea of being a loving wife and mother... she could almost feel the pearls she wore around her neck, the silk slip of her skirt... but something nagged at her. Glancing at the clock, she remembered her call waiting. <br><br>Looking over at Elizabeth, she could see she wasn't ready to go, so she waited. Eric would understand, surely. If not, well, he wasn't worth the pain...<br><br>She looked at Danny, surprised at his question. "Ah, if... if you like." She felt a shy smile returning, but made herself add "I'm not always free, of course..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 21:52:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But, of course!&nbsp; I would be happy for any moment of time that a lady such as yourself would ever grant me..."<br><br>Danny smiled warmly and rather pervasively as he could feel the moment coming to fruition.&nbsp; Clarissa was obviously the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that is exactly what he was looking for.&nbsp; He could already imagine just how perfect she would feel on his arm.<br><br>On the other side of the booth, Elizabeth had gotten a pen out and was already writing down her number for Nicholas.&nbsp; With a wide grin, she poked Clarissa with her pen and offered it to her along with an unused napkin.&nbsp; Elizabeth's cheeks were a bright pink and it looked she had completely her conversation with Nicholas.&nbsp; In fact, it looked like she was already fully in love with him!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 02:41:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, um..." Clarissa took the pen and napkin with a warm smile to Elizabeth, and wrote her name and number in ladylike scrolling writing despite feeling rather more ambivalent about this than she clearly did. "There you are," she added with a self-conscious little smile at Danny's rapt gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 22:22:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will make sure to call you.&nbsp; In fact, maybe the four of us can go out on a double date..."<br><br>Danny looked over to Nicholas who was practically giddy at the thought.&nbsp; And with their task accomplished, the two boys said their respective farewells and left the two young ladies by their lonesome.&nbsp; The boys walked out of the soda shop playfully messing with one another as they compared the two dates that they had together as they argued who was the prettiest.&nbsp; An eerie silence swept over Elizabeth for just a moment before she looked over to Clarissa with a large smile.<br><br>"I don't know what has changed inside of you, but it is doing wonders!&nbsp; I will gladly take advantage of all these boys flocking after you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 02:40:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa felt herself blush and smile bashfully. "Oh come on now, those two pounced on you first and you know it." She gave Elizabeth's hand a friendly squeeze. "Besides, two boys in as many days is hardly flocking. And Eric had been looking for weeks at church..." With a slight frown, she slid out of her seat and straightened up. "I hope I haven't missed his call." She looked at the clock. "I'm sure I won't have, it would wait until after six, but..." Her brow furrowed in concerned thought. "I'd better hurry home anyway."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:40:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth slid out of the booth and then shop along with her friend as she offered her a sympathetic smile.<br><br>"Dear, it is not wise to put all of your eggs in one basket.&nbsp; If he likes you enough, he will call again and I know that he will do that.&nbsp; Also, remember, it is better to play hard to get.&nbsp; Let him chase after you.&nbsp; That's the fun part."<br><br>Holding her books close to her, Elizabeth was still on cloud nine because of talking to Nicholas.&nbsp; Her bright smile seemed to light up the town along with her gleaming red hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:13:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, is <em>that</em> what you were doing back there?" Clarissa replied with an arched eyebrow, and then giggled. She put an arm around her friend.<br><br>"I know I'm a little focused on Eric, but he's... the kind of boy I've always wanted to be with." Then she blushed. "Not that Danny isn't dreamy..." Being attracted to boys was new to her - and she loved it. But she did wonder about that vision of her future - she wanted to be happy in her new life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 22:22:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth's painted red lips fell open as she listened to Clarissa's words.&nbsp; Poking her hard in the side with her elongated finger, she took on a mock serious tone with her best friend.<br><br>"Now, you listen here little missy, I....I....I....couldn't help it!&nbsp; Nicholas is just so damn.....handsome!"<br><br>A bright red hue came upon her cheeks as they walked into the fading sun.&nbsp; The two girls began walking towards the neighborhood both shared as it was getting late into the afternoon.&nbsp; Elizabeth hoped that she wouldn't be in trouble for staying out so late, but being able to spend time with Clarissa and meeting Nicholas was just too good to pass up.<br><br>"Awe!&nbsp; It sounds like our little Clarissa has a major crush on her Eric!&nbsp; Don't worry dear.&nbsp; If he watched you for so many weeks at church, then I am sure that he won't mind waiting a few more hours to hear your sweet voice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 23:46:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa felt herself blushing brightly and looking at the sidewalk as Elizabeth suggested she had a crush. That was what this felt like, she'd felt it before - but <em>as</em> a boy, never <em>for</em> one. And yet it felt completely right for her to be drawn to boys now. And this boy more than the other... Not that Danny wasn't charming as well, but that vision must have come from somewhere. Perhaps coming from the future meant she had memories of her new life as Clarissa <em>after</em> today as well as before?<br><br>She brightened at the idea that he'd wait to hear from her again, even as it reminded her of how long she'd been waiting for him to talk to her.<br><br>"I know, boys are such chickens sometimes. We should ask <em>them</em> out."<br><br>She remembered Holly doing just that with Greg, as if she'd watched it on a screen. She had once been part of him, and still had his memories, but they were two very different people now, and both the happier for their independence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 23:36:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clarissa!&nbsp; You better not turn into some kind of hussy on me!!"<br><br>Elizabeth looked over to her friend like she had suddenly grown a second head.&nbsp; Asking a guy out was just simply impossible and would never happen.&nbsp; She could not believe that any girl would do such a horrid and unladylike gesture.&nbsp; That was the enjoyment of being a girl and Elizabeth would make good use of it!<br><br>Soon enough, the girls reached their neighborhood and Elizabeth walked Clarissa to her house.&nbsp; She made sure to hug Clarissa tightly in an affectionate hug.<br><br>"I'll see you tomorrow at school!&nbsp; Remember, call me and we will go shopping for a dress for your date!!"<br><br>And with that, the bubbling red head left Clarissa alone on the sidewalk outside of her house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 15:04:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa blushed at Elizabeth's reaction to her joke. Although she had memories of living then and there as a girl, she still had some modern ideas - but of course she had no intention of asking boys out, she wanted to be pursued by them. She just wanted to be pursued by the right boys.<br><br>The idea was another delightful reminder of the femininity she had finally achieved. <br><br>She returned Elizabeth's embrace with a warm smile, nodding as she told her to call her.<br><br><em>One thing I will miss... having my own phone...</em> <br><br>She waved as Elizabeth rounded the corner out of sight, and then went into her new home.<br><br>"I'm home!" she called.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 22:27:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the doorway to the kitchen stood Linda Pennbrook with a worried scowl on her face.&nbsp; She currently had on a pair of yellow gloves along with a white apron over her bright blue dress.&nbsp; She looked like she had been cleaning all afternoon, despite the fact that her makeup looked fresh along with no hair being out of place.<br><br>(http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/08/22/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0.jpg)<br><br>"Clarissa Pennbrook!&nbsp; Young lady, I am absolutely furious with you!&nbsp; Were you gallivanting around all afternoon with your friend and you didn't even think about calling your own mother?&nbsp; I was home all day worried sick that something terrible had happened to my little girl!&nbsp; You have to be more careful, sweetheart!&nbsp; The world is a dangerous place for a girl without a proper chaperon!"<br><br>Linda's tone was trying to be angry with her daughter, but it wasn't working to perfection.&nbsp; It was hard for her as she loved Clarissa too much to be mad with her.&nbsp; Taking off her gloves, she went to Clarissa and hugged the girl tightly to her body.&nbsp; Holding her for a moment, Linda tried to collect herself as the overflow of emotion took over the mother.<br><br>"Please, be more careful next time.&nbsp; I worry about you as I don't know what I would do without my sweet angel..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 03:31:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa was surprised by her new mother's response to her being a little late. She knew Mrs. Pennbrook as she had been was rather highly-strung about such things, but having more memories of being raised as a boy by a less anxious mother, she still didn't expect it. The idea of this being thought of as a dangerous world seemed strange to her as well, it seemed like the safest, calmest time she could imagine. But it only was in retrospect, she realised, as so many of the threats turned out to be false. <br><br>She started to say, genuinely, "I'm sorry..." when she was taken up in her mother's arms. She returned the embrace gently, soothingly rubbing her back. "We were careful, I promise, Mother." She did her best to reassure her mother's fears... she wanted her to be as happy as this new life had made her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 18:23:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa got to experience first hand the difference of being raised as a girl and raised as a boy.&nbsp; As a boy, he was much more independent and his mother allowed him to live more freely.&nbsp; As a girl, mothers were more cautious and scared of their little angels.&nbsp; Mrs. Pennbrook was very worried for her only daughter and was happy to see her home safe.&nbsp; After kissing her cheek, she let her go as she stood back up while smoothing out her dress.<br><br>"You will have to tell me about your day later as I am much too busy.&nbsp; Your father should be home soon and dinner is about to finish.&nbsp; But, I did have a nice conversation with a young boy this afternoon.&nbsp; Apparently, he was a bit disappointed that you were not home and promised that he would...."<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>RING!</strong></span><br><br>Mrs. Pennbrook smiled down to Clarissa as the phone in the family room sprang to life.&nbsp; Not even saying a word, Linda left her daughter to go to the kitchen to finish up dinner as she was certain that was Eric.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:32:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa blushed slightly at the attention, and the mention that her mother had spoken with Eric on her behalf. She was sorry to have missed him, and would be sure to tell him as much if...<br><br>That was him?<br><br>She took a moment to catch her breath and find her voice as she hurried to the telephone table by the door.<br><br>"Hello, Pennbrook residence, Clarissa Pennbrook speaking...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 21:55:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				From the kitchen, a proud and beaming smile came from Linda as she listened to her daughter.&nbsp; She did have a short conversation with Eric as it only seemed fitting to know the man who would be taking out her angel.&nbsp; Obviously, he was a bit nervous, but he had wonderful manners and always addressed her as Mrs. Pennbrook.&nbsp; He was very much into Clarissa and had no intention of using her at all.<br><br>On the other end of the phone, there was a stunned silence and a almost audible nervous swallowing before a voice was finally heard.&nbsp; A slight masculine tone to it, though it was apparent he was nervous and desperately trying not to stutter.<br><br>"Clarissa!&nbsp; Hi, it's Eric!&nbsp; I called you earlier, but you weren't home.&nbsp; Though, your mother said you'd be home later.&nbsp; I hope I'm not interrupting anything...?"<br><br>Eric didn't want to let on that he called Clarissa the minute he got home from school and that she had been on his mind all day.&nbsp; Nervously, he was trying hard not to let on how much the young girl really had affected him and how long he had a large crush on her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 15:53:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa grinned at hearing his voice, happy to hear from him as well as amused by how nervous he sounded. She remembered Greg being like that around girls like Holly. Of course, some of his nerves had come from wanting to keep his feminine side a secret, but she knew plenty of boys who were nervous about this anyway. She smiled at that memory - she was Greg's former feminine side, and here she was for all the world to see.<br><br>She felt so confident, compared to how Eric sounded and to how Greg used to be. No doubt he would be a bit more confident now without her to hide. And no doubt Eric would gain confidence with time, although she was sure he would never be as nonchalant about girls as Danny... which was a sign that Eric was more her sort of boy.<br><br>"No, not at all, I just arrived in. I had to chaperone a friend at the malt shop, but I kept it short because I knew you might be calling. How are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 04:56:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric could feel his heart melt a little at hearing her sweet and angelic voice.&nbsp; He then felt a little sense of pride rush up his spine at the thought of her going home because of him.&nbsp; It was obvious that she wanted to talk to him as well.&nbsp; With that little nudge, Eric felt strong enough to be himself and not so nervous.<br><br>"I am doing well.&nbsp; I thought about you today while I was in school....."<br><br><em>Suddenly, Eric's voice began to fade into static as Clarissa's world began to grow a bit fuzzy.&nbsp; Her reality and surroundings slowly began to change as she suddenly saw a very different world in front of her.&nbsp; Clarissa saw that they were in a house not as expensive or nicely put together as the Pennbrook's.&nbsp; She could see little toys strewn about the family room as three little children played happily together.&nbsp; The eldest boy was coloring in his coloring books followed by a younger girl who was playing with her dolls.<br><br>On the couch, a woman held a small child who was wrapped in a cotton pink blanket.&nbsp; The young woman wore a simple housedress made of rayon over a dirty apron along with a small pair of black flats.&nbsp; It was at that moment that Clarissa could tell the woman was her in the future.&nbsp; And in another moment, the front door opened up and in walked an older version of Eric.<br><br>The two young children ran to their father and hugged him around his long legs.&nbsp; Rising up, Clarissa followed and greeted her husband with a kiss.&nbsp; The kiss seemed to last a few seconds before she pulled away to look him in the eyes.&nbsp; Staring at each other, Eric said the words that brought Clarissa back to her reality...<br><br>'I love you.'</em><br><br>The moment was extremely reminiscent to the one she had with Danny except for two deciding factors.&nbsp; Instead of a satin dress with sparkling pearls, Clarissa wore a very simple housedress and a dirty apron.&nbsp; But, when Eric came home, it seemed that he truly loved her with all of his heart.<br><br>"So, um, Clarissa, I just wanted to call you tonight and asked you out for Friday night?&nbsp; It would be a honor to escort you out on a date..."<br><br>Danny asked her for a date on Friday night as well.&nbsp; It was time to make her choice.&nbsp; With Danny, she would have wealth and comfort, but she was just another pretty face in his eyes and could be easily replaced.&nbsp; With Eric, she had true love, but her perfect dream wouldn't be so perfect as she thought it would be.<br><br>It was now or never.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 01:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the rayon housedress as clearly as she had the swish of satin and the weight of pearls. She wanted the latter... but she would know love in the former.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, feeling the material of her skirt, she paused, then smiled. "I'm free on Friday. What do you have in mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 22:27:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no, it will be a surprise.&nbsp; All I can tell you is to look nice.&nbsp; I mean, that is not to say that you don't look nice all the time, which I know you do.&nbsp; It's just that..."<br><br><em>"Clarissa, come help me with dinner before your father comes home..."</em><br><br>Linda's voice could be heard inside the kitchen as she spoke above the cutting of the vegetables.&nbsp; Thankfully, her voice hushed the nervous boy's words as Eric suddenly went quite on the other end.&nbsp; Linda didn't want Clarissa to spend all of her time talking to Eric as she didn't want to overdue it.&nbsp; Linda knew it was always best to leave the boy wanting more and to always have a chase.<br><br>"I should let you go.&nbsp; I'll be at your house at 7.&nbsp; Thank you and I promise you won't regret it.&nbsp; I swear..."<br><br>The nervousness of Eric suddenly turned into an overjoyed excitement.&nbsp; Sounding like a boy on Christmas morning, he was certain that his smile would creep across his entire face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 01:23:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like surprises... nice surprises anyway. And I do like looking nice," she added with a grin.<br><br>She paused as her new mother called to her. "I'll be right along," she replied. She was about to tell Eric that she should go, reluctant as she was to do so, when he said he should let her. Such a gentleman. "Thank you," she said as he said that.<br><br>"Seven o'clock. I'll see you then." She was smiling warmly as well, and no doubt he could hear it in her voice. "Goodnight for now." She waited for him to say goodbye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 17:47:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Goodnight, Clarissa.&nbsp; And I'll see you on Friday..."<br><br>Eric was almost giddy with excitement as he had to pry the phone away from his ear.&nbsp; Finally, with a last breath, he put the phone down as he continued to walk around like he was on cloud nine.&nbsp; Now came the difficult part of planning out the date...<br><br>Linda let Clarissa savor the moment for a little bit until she walked into the kitchen.&nbsp; With a proud smile, she turned around to beam at her daughter.<br><br>"So, what was that all about?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 17:05:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled blissfully as she put the phone down. She had not just decided on a date, but an entire life. She would be the loving wife of a devoted, caring man, the mother of his beautiful children. The thought made her head spin. <br><br>She would be sorry not to be able to dress as beautifully as she could have as Daniel's wife, as it had originally been her desire to dress that lead to her new life, but the idea of a loveless marriage chilled her. And anyway, she would make a point of having something lovely for Sunday best...<br><br>She bounced as her mother came in, smiling. "Oh, well... Eric wanted to know if I was busy on Friday, in case I wanted to go out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 17:33:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awe!&nbsp; My baby girl's got her first date and with such a fine upstanding man as well."<br><br>Smiling proudly, Linda went over to her daughter and hugged her shoulders close to her.&nbsp; She knew that this time would come when her baby would grow up, but she didn't realize it would be so soon.&nbsp; Thankfully, it was with someone like Eric who would treat her with love and respect.&nbsp; He was one of the few boys who was not only interested in one thing.<br><br>"Now, we need to find you a new dress.&nbsp; I may not have the best tastes in fashion, so why don't you invite Elizabeth along with you?&nbsp; We can go shopping sometime after school and find something that will look absolutely divine on you!"<br><br>Linda began to lead Clarissa back into the kitchen as the two women began to make the finishing touches on dinner.&nbsp; However, Clarissa slowly noticed that the world began to change around her.&nbsp; Almost as if the dream was beginning to fade, the world around her began to waver as she felt herself returning back to Greg once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 03:27:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa beamed at the idea of looking divine in her new dress. "Thank you, Mother," she said, and nodded happily at the idea of bringing Elizabeth with her.<br><br>She was just about to phone when a wave of tiredness struck her, everything blurred... She barely had time to realise what was happening, to fear that her life was stopping again, before everything went black. <br><br>And Greg woke up. His hazy, dreamlike memories of Clarissa and her life faded. He could still almost smell Mrs. Pennbrook's perfume around him as he blinked and looked around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 22:55:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The world around Greg was much different to that of Clarissa.&nbsp; His body shook awake as a loud ringing sound could be heard in the background.&nbsp; Feeling as if a bucket of cold water had just been drenched on top of him, Greg saw the Math class that he was in slowly begin to drain out.&nbsp; Picking up his book bag, he moved outside the door until he saw a familiar girl waiting for him.<br><br>"Hey Stranger..."<br><br>The cute and small blond girl looked like she had been waiting for Greg's class to end as she stood against the locker while holding her books.&nbsp; She wore a khaki skirt with a small white sweater and a blue undershirt (http://redheadyellowdog.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/img_3339.jpg) along with a tiny pair of heeled sandals.&nbsp; Her smiled had picked up when saw Greg walked out of the room as she looked around the crowded hallway.<br><br>"I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 22:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you're willing, it would be my honour." He smiled brightly, holding out an arm protectively to walk her to the canteen. <br><br>He snuck a glance at her legs as they walked side by side. Holly rarely wore skirts, despite having legs she knew were worth showing off... almost as good as the pair Greg remembered seeing in the mirror from his dreamy recollections of Clarissa. He had always envied the choice because of the way wearing skirts had made him feel, but now that was no longer truly part of him, he better understood the casual comfort of trousers and the greater making-an-effort factor of a skirt.<br><br>He retrieved a pair of trays and offered one to her as they joined the lunch line, thinking back to Eric's manners towards Clarissa. <br><br>He looked over the selection of food on offer. "So, what do you feel like? Brown or grey, or maybe some of the orangey-brown?" He looked back to her with a mock car-salesman smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 22:12:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly's smile went wide as she slid her hand inside of Greg's offered arm.&nbsp; Holding loosely to the crutch, she walked side by side with him as his demeanor made things so much easier for her.&nbsp; It had been a few days since she had seen him, so she was a little afraid that he was avoiding her.&nbsp; She decided to go all out today and hence the reason of the skirt and the sweater set.&nbsp; She was hoping that maybe he would notice her again or just remember the magic they shared over the weekend.<br><br>Her smile went wide along with a small blush that accompanied her cheeks as she took a hold of the tray that he offered.&nbsp; Holly was absolutely amazed at the transformation of Greg in the past few days.&nbsp; No longer was he shy and nervous, but he had grown some confidence along with some nice manners.<br><br>"I guess I'll take some of that brown stuff.&nbsp; I'm on a diet and they say gray is bad for you.&nbsp; And unless it comes from a fruit or a pumpkin, I'm going to stay from the orange..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:39:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think they're <em>all</em> bad for you," Greg chuckled. "The orange might be pumpkin, but it's not Halloween so probably not." He took some brown and some grey himself, as well as some 'beige', mashed potato, to soak up the gravy from the probably-meat grey, before offering her the ladle. <br><br>"I was hoping I'd see you today," he confided. "I wanted to ask about Friday..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:30:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly followed along and took the same type of food that he did except in smaller portions.&nbsp; He poured some of the gravy over the meat and then the mashed potatoes before settling the ladle down.&nbsp; Walking over to the drinks area, she paused as his words caused her heart to stop beating for a moment.&nbsp; Swallowing the lump in her throat, she gripped her tray a bit more tighter as she stopped to look up to him.<br><br>"Uh...what about Friday?"<br><br><em>'He's busy.'&nbsp; 'He found somebody else.'&nbsp; 'He doesn't like me.'&nbsp; 'He thinks we should just be friends.'</em>&nbsp; All these thoughts suddenly bombarded Holly's head as her brain began to instantly fear the worse.&nbsp; She knew it.&nbsp; The moment she started liking a boy, they would run away and have nothing to do with her.&nbsp; It was all the same...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is seven good?" He smiled, a little uncertainly, looking at her apparent nervous reaction. He'd always been the nervous one, but he'd had his reasons, and they were gone now apart from a few jumbled dreams. He paused, letting her answer, ready to fill the silence with details if she didn't, hoping she would at least say yes. Or maybe, or a different time... hopefully not no, though...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of Course!"<br><br>Holly spoke a bit too eager and almost jumped down his throat at the question.&nbsp; She was so nervous that his words would have been something terrible that she was happy to hear that he was still interested.&nbsp; Obviously, playing it cool was not one of her strong suits as she was obviously letting her feelings show.&nbsp; Blushing again, she took a breath and went over to pick up some ice tea for her lunch.<br><br>"I mean, that sounds fine to me.&nbsp; We mentioned watching a movie together, but did you want to grab dinner before then?"<br><br>Trying not to be too pushy, she just wanted to spend more time with Greg as he had been on her mind all this week.&nbsp; She could not get that new feeling of his kiss out of her heart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:27:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, remembering that nervous feeling, feeling a bit of it just now, but not as badly as he once had and apparently not as badly as Holly did right now. He envied Clarissa's confidence, as right now he felt more like Eric.<br><br>"Dinner sounds good. Italian, Chinese? Anywhere other than Cafeteria works for me," he said, patting the side of his tray and smiling encouragingly, hoping a little humour would help her to relax. "Oh, and do you have a movie in mind? I just thought 'movie' and drew a blank on the specifics..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:36:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Picking up some iced tea to go with her meal, Holly let out a small giggle at his humor as it did help break the ice more.&nbsp; She didn't know why she was so nervous around him and why he was having such an affect on her, but she couldn't help herself.&nbsp; She obviously liked him and she wished that she was more subtle about her approach.<br><br>"That's what I was going to say!&nbsp; I'm open for anything, but Italian sounds good..."<br><br>To be honest, she didn't care about the movie.&nbsp; Well, as long as it wasn't some gore fest, then she would be okay with anything.&nbsp; Smiling, she walked with him towards the registers to pay for her food.<br><br>"I have nothing in mind that I really want to see.&nbsp; You mentioned the latest Pixar movie as that could be fun.&nbsp; It's been out for a while, so all the loud kids won't be there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 02:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He half smiled at that suggestion. "Sure, if seeing me cry like a baby will make me seem more appealing." He felt a lot more comfortable talking about his emotions now that he had nothing to hide... previously he had tried to be as stoic and 'manly' as he could to hide his other side, but now she was almost entirely separate it no longer mattered. "The 3D glasses will hide the worst of the tears, I suppose," he added with a grin.<br><br>He paid for his food, and after she was through moved an apple from his tray on to hers, knowing she liked them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 04:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll cry together.&nbsp; Maybe at the end, but I'm pretty sure that we'll be laughing through most of it..."<br><br>Holly smiled up to him, she was a bit shocked that he would be so open with his emotions.&nbsp; Most boys would hide everything they were feeling and would try their hardest to never shed a tear.&nbsp; Maybe that was one of the reasons that she liked Greg so much was because he was so open.&nbsp; He seemed so much freer and not caring of what other people thought of him.<br><br>Standing next to him, Holly felt her heart melt a little when he moved an apple over to her tray.&nbsp; She wanted to cry, kiss him and hug him all at once at such a sweet gesture.&nbsp; Sniffling the powerful emotions away from her, she scanned the large lunch room and noticed a tiny empty table in the corner that would be perfect for just the two of them.<br><br>"How about over there?"&nbsp; Holly mentioned as she began walking in that direction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perfect," Greg said as he followed her pointing and nodded, taking a step forward to take the lead and navigate through the canteen for her. <br><br>"So, Friday, sometime around... seven, seven-thirty? I'm suddenly aware of not having a wi-fi phone to find out when the film's showing, I fail at life..."<br><br>He set his table down and pulled the opposite chair out for her, remembering how much Clarissa appreciated that, but hoping it wasn't too old-fashioned a move. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:22:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, that sounds...."<br><br>Holly stopped in mid-sentence as she watched Greg pull her chair out for her.&nbsp; Her head went around the crowded room as she looked for anybody staring at them.&nbsp; Being in the corner helped keep their eye sights away, but she could still feel some pairs of eyes upon her as she sat down in the chair that was offered to her.<br><br>"...perfect..."<br><br>Looking down at her food, Holly hoped that her blushing would dissipate in the matter of moments.&nbsp; However, that did not seem to happen as she had to fight through it along with the large smile that was attempting to swallow it whole.<br><br>"I don't like being pressed for time anyway.&nbsp; We shouldn't be rushed during dinner and we can watch the movie whenever the next showing is..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing. I wouldn't want to rush it either," Greg nodded. He'd been hoping she would feel that way - he wanted to spend more time chatting than at the movie if possible. "So, pick you up with plenty of time to spare..." he added with a smile at her. He knew she was blushing, and remembered how that felt, but he wasn't quite going red himself - he'd never felt as comfortable around Holly before.<br><br>Still smiling, he started in on his lunch, making sure not to eat messily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 20:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If it were up to Holly, she would spend the entire day with Greg as the movie and dinner would be more of an afterthought.&nbsp; But, this was supposed to be their first date and she didn't want to rush in too much with him.&nbsp; Obviously, he must know that she likes him, but she is trying hard to keep in exactly how much.<br><br>"Yeah, that sounds great.&nbsp; And if we miss the movie, I am sure we can find something else to do..."<br><br>Smiling some more, she finally moved her blue eyes away from him as she looked down at her food.&nbsp; Picking up her utensils, she picked the most delectable item and began to eat away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 07:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg managed not to look too flustered at the mention of something else, and nodded as if considering the options seriously rather than immediately thinking 'drive to make-out point'. "Sure, I just don't want to let you down. I want to at least try and appear reliable." He smirked.<br><br>As she looked away, he blinked, remembering that he had food, and quickly moved to eat something as she had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 22:39:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you are talking to me now.&nbsp; I don't think your reliability is in question.&nbsp; Though, I though you were ignoring me for the first part of the week..."<br><br>Holly smiled and giggled a little at her joke.&nbsp; At the beginning of the week, she was rather terrified that he had forgotten about her and the date they had together.&nbsp; He seemed to have been nonexistent and in another world until today.&nbsp; Holly hoped that he wasn't like many boys who would never call or see her ever again after one date.<br><br>"...and you could never let me down..."<br><br>Looking up from her food, she smiled warmly to him while gently chewing on a piece that resembled food.&nbsp; Even in the crowded lunch room, she felt like she was in their own little world when she was with Greg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Helping Out Mrs. Pennbrook (Beatrice Black &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg winced as Holly mentioned his seeming absence. "Well, I had stuff to deal with away from here. And I can always let people down, you can count on that." He smiled weakly at his similarly weak joke, then sobered as he looked her in the eyes. "But I wasn't ignoring you. Promise."<br><br>Truth be told, he was not sure how much of the last few days he had been awake, dreaming, remembering someone else's life, imagining it... Clarissa's life seemed as real as his own at times, just a faint idea at others, like now. Now he had his own life to live, one he wanted as much as he had once wanted Clarissa's.<br><br>He reached over and took Holly's hand, holding it gently. Partially, perhaps, to make sure it was really there, that this was really happening.
			</dd>
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