Erin Davis

The doorbell rang. Anne swung it open, and the light nearly blinded her date. "Oh, hi Terri," the boy said, to her Mom. Anne blushed and stepped backwards. There was a long moment of mutual examination. The boy looked over Terri’s backswept, pony-tailed hair, then her blue jeans, and defiant college t-shirt. She had re-applied the old white makeup. If it wasn’t for her new boobs, straining at the t-shirt, and the way the jeans barely fit over her hips, she would’ve been completely back to normal. Mark, the boy, wore his Dad’s tie, Dad’s shirt, and Dad’s blazer, all just a little too large. His face was pink where he had recently shaved. Her Mom pushed her outside. "You kids have fun!" she said, and slammed the door. Terri was