Becoming Amy! Ch. 02

He blushed. "Sorry, you're right, I'm so sorry. You just look so amazing, Amy. And your ass cheeks may be the equal of your legs. They look wonderful and feel even better."

He led me to his car, and we drove to the local mall. I held his hand as I strutted down the parking lot, my high heels click clacking on the blacktop. I was fine until we got close to the doors and the realization of what I was about to do really hit me. I stopped. "Tom, I'm so sorry but I'm not sure I can do this. My stomach feels like it's hosting a butterfly convention."

Tom is so insightful; it seems like he always knows just what to say. "Amy, look at my reflection in the glass of the doors." I did. "Tell me who you see."

"I see my next-door neighbor, Tom. He's tall, athletic, and extremely handsome."

"Now look at the person he's holding hands with." I looked at my reflection in the mirror. "Tell me who you see."

"I see Amy. She's tall, sexy, and radiant. She's dressed to the nines for a fun day of shopping with her man."

"Exactly! You got this. There's not a man inside this mall who won't be jealous of me because I'm with you and they're not."

I exhaled slowly. I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Tom. You're amazing. I always feel so comfortable with you."

He opened the doors, and we went inside. Still holding Tom's hand, it didn't take long for me to settle down and really, truly begin to enjoy myself. I couldn't believe how wonderful I felt when I caught some man scoping me out on the sly, that made me feel even better especially if he was with another woman. We window shopped. We went into stores. Tom pretended to be the embarrassed boyfriend when I dragged him through the women's clothing or makeup sections.

I was alive! I felt vibrant, I felt like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing, where I was supposed to be doing it and who I was supposed to be doing it with! I pulled Tom's face to mine and gave him an exceptionally romantic kiss. "Whoa! What was that for? I don't mind, but I haven't done anything."

"Yes, you've done more than you know. You've not only allowed but you've helped Amy to blossom and grow these past two days. There's no way I can ever repay you for that!"

He kissed me back, very tenderly. "Yes, you can repay me. Just allow me to be some small part of Amy's life. I love having Amy around, she fills my house with feminine joy!"

We both decided we were thirsty and went to the mall's food court. Tom spotted a Starbucks and asked me what I wanted. I ordered a Passion Tango Tea Lemonade. I found a table for two, sat down and put my purse on the other side to let everyone know that seat was taken. I had just finished texting with my mom when I heard THAT voice, the voice that inspired terror in me. It was Charlie Watkin's voice. No one had bullied me more regularly, more spitefully in high school than Charlie.

"Excuse me, miss, but is this seat taken?"

I looked into his eyes. I was so afraid but then I saw a look in his eyes I'd never seen before whenever he had been bullying me. Charlie was attracted to me. Charlie was flirting with me. Charlie wanted me! I started giggling inside. If Charlie had any idea who he was hitting on, he'd be mortified!

"Yes, my boyfriend is sitting there. He's just getting us something to drink. Thank you for being polite enough to ask and not just sitting down."

"That's quite alright, Miss....?"

"Amy. Amy Loy. (Kudos to you, dear reader, if you figured out my made-up last name of 'Loy' is a shortening of the word 'ladyboy.') And you are?"

"Charlie, Charlie Watkins."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Charlie." I said as I held out my hand.

He took it and probably held it just a few seconds longer than would be considered polite. "It's just that if I had a girlfriend as beautiful as you, I don't know that I'd want to be away from her this long. Why, some guy might think she was all alone and try to talk to her, maybe get her telephone number or something."

"That's sweet of you to say, Charlie, but my Tom doesn't have anything to worry about. He knows I only have eyes for him."

"Then, this Tom is one lucky guy."

Just then Tom returned with our drinks. He set mine down in front of me and his on the other side of the table. "Everything all right, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, darling. This is Charlie, Charlie Watkins. He's my new friend. He was just checking on me to make sure everything was OK." I turned to Charlie. "Charlie, this is my boyfriend, Tom Mason. We started living together this weekend."

Tom looked at me, I winked at him. "OK, thanks Charlie. I appreciate you checking on my Amy for me."

Charlie looked like he'd just sucked on a lemon. "Sure, sure, yeah, no problem." Charlie scurried away.

"Do you mind telling me what that was all about?" Tom asked smiling.

"Charlie Watkins was the single biggest bully in my life during high school. He enjoyed tormenting me. He made my high school years a living hell."

"You seemed awfully polite, even pleasant to him? What's up with that?"

I started giggling, almost uncontrollably. "He was hitting on me. He wanted me, I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to get into my panties so badly. If he had any idea who I was or what I was really packing in the panties he wanted to get into, he would have shit himself. That, Tom Mason, is the very definition of irony."

"And you were so worried about getting made. Sounds like Charlie wanted to make you!"