The mother smiled, and let out a slight laugh. “Well…thank you again for the help…I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted…if you’d like anything, I’ll be in the kitchen.” She turned and left the room.

“So, is it just you and your mom…?” the boy asked awkwardly.

“Yup, just me and mom.” The girl replied.

“Oh umm because…I mean, that’s cool.” He stammered, he had expected her to say that she had a younger sister after what he had seen the night before. Now he was more baffled than ever.

“Because…what?” the girl asked.

“Huh?”

“You sounded as if you had another question?” she said.

“Oh, no…I was just…wondering, because it is a big house and…but you said you wanted a bigger house so that’s cool…yeah…” He felt like he was making a complete ass of himself.

The girl giggled. She was soaking in every one of his emotions.

“You’re fun.” She said.

“Huh? Oh…um thanks” he replied. “Wait, did you say fun…or funny?” he added.

“You’re a little bit of both” she answered with a smile. “Come on, I’ll show you my room…want to listen to some music?” she asked and turned to head upstairs.

“Wait…your mom won’t mind?” he asked.

“Of course not…why would she?” the girl replied, giving him a funny look.

“Well…I thought…you know…maybe she wouldn’t want us alone in your room together….I’m a boy…you’re a girl…” he stammered.

“…Yeeeeesss, you are a boy, and I am a girl…you’re right about that.” The girl said, smiling at him. “Don’t worry, my mom is cool.” She said, “Now come on.” She turned and headed up the stairs.

Without any more thought, the boy followed. As they reached the top of the stairs, she turned right and opened the first door. As he followed her into the room, he caught a scent that he knew well…and loved. It was the smell of Pampers…that lovely talcum scent that was on each diaper. He looked up and gasped, the room did not appear to be a teen girl’s room; it looked more like, well exactly like, a toddler’s nursery, complete with crib and changing table, a well stocked changing table. He stood in the doorway dumbfounded.

“What’s wrong?” the girl asked. She was standing in front of him staring at his expression with a smile on her face.

“Well I….your room…it’s a….” and just as he got his words out the room had changed, it was no longer a child’s nursery, but a typical teen girls bedroom, complete with posters of bands, bed, dresser, various clothing strewn here and there.

“It’s aaaaa?” she asked, toying with him.