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 I roll over and look at the clock, it's nearly seven.  I begin to swing my
legs around to get up and felt something I never have before.  It feels
like I've wet the bed, but the sheets are dry.  I feel the legs of my
pajamas; they are dry all the way up.  Maybe it's just a dribble and I need
to go pee.

   I get up and go to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet.  I sit there
for a couple of minutes and don't go.  I'm getting a bit worried, am I
bleeding?  I take a couple of sheets of toilet paper and wipe.  As I do, I
get this weird tingling down there and I shudder a bit as if I was really
cold.  I look at the toilet paper and see something that looks like the
stuff that comes from a runny nose.



   I've heard rumors about boys having wet dreams, is that what this was? A
girl's wet dream?  If so what caused it?  The only dream I can remember
from the night before was about Alyssa.  How can I like her like that?  I
don't even like boys yet.  Plus we have just met and that was only for a
couple of minutes.  I decide to put it out of my mind and tell myself I was
just excited to have a new friend.

   "Did you fall in?" Mom asks, knocking on the door.



   I snap back to reality and answer "I'm fine, just debating a shower."

   "Well if you're going to, make it a quick one.  I need some help getting
some boxes moved so the cable guy can get us hooked up." Mom said.

   "When's he coming?" I ask.

   "Between nine and three."

   "Screw the shower then, I'll be right out." I get up, stuff a few pieces
of toilet paper down there, get dressed, and go to help Mom.

   The rest of that day was a typical post-move day; moving boxes, getting
the kitchen unpacked and having the cable hooked up.  Alyssa didn't cross
my mind at all, I was too busy.  We finished for the day around ten.

   "I think it's time for that shower." I say, stretching out on the sofa.

   "Enjoy, you were a great help today." Mom says as she pats my head. 
"How about we head up to the cottage for a few days once we get settled in
a bit more?"

   "It's a date!"

   I hop up and head for the shower.  I've forgotten about the pieces of
toilet paper until they fall out as I get undressed.  They are a bit damp
from sweat, but I don't see anything that looks like the runny nose stuff
from this morning.



   I flush the toilet paper and am suddenly overcome with a feeling of
disappointment; some part of my mind actually wants to see more of the
runny nose stuff.  It would tell me that it's a normal thing and that I can
let my mind explore my instant connection with Alyssa.  I start a nice hot
shower, set the shower head to a massage setting and get in.  The heat and
pulsing of the shower instantly melts all the aches and cares away.  I
close my eyes and go a bit limp, my shoulders rolling forward, my head
down. I listen to each drop as it bounces off me.

   start washing.  As I reach across my chest to wash my shoulder blade, my
arm brushes over my nipples.  I have done this so many times before, but
this time was totally different.  They are hard like it was cold, and I get
that same shudder like when I wiped that morning.

   I do my best thinking in the shower so I decide now is the time to work
through this.  I know I barely know her but there is definitely something
more going on here.  I know girls usually like boys but some like girls and
that's perfectly OK.  Do I have a crush on this girl I've said maybe twenty
words to?  I make myself go back to washing and find my nipples are
insanely sensitive.  Okay, so maybe it's a really big crush.  I guess I
play it safe until I know her better.  I feel my heart slow a bit and the
weight on my shoulders lifts.

   I hesitate for a moment as I get close to down there.  What will I find?
I move out of the stream of water a bit so I can know for sure and wipe
myself with my fingers.  There it was; the runny nose stuff.  I also touch
something that makes my knees get weak and makes the rest of me shudder.  I
am about to try again when Mom knocks on the door.