You find out the real deal about your mother.

After trying out everything you bought in the last few days and seeing how each and everything fits your body perfectly and also emphasize the shapes of your body, you can't ignore the fact that something is up. No mother alive is this generous to her children, let alone a young woman who doesn't even know her full identity. You are unknown to the fact that your mother has something else up her sleeve. She has something important to tell you about and this is not a pep talk about college but it is very educational.

When trying on your party clothes in your separated tower room. You see your mother walking across the bridge to open your door. You know when she sees you in your beige suede pants with your acryllic high heels on your feet that she is proud of how the beauty has turned out, due to her fabricated smile. You know she also sees you wearing that black corset-like blouse with the off-shoulder sleeves. She notices you are doing pretty well in making yourself sexy but presentable. With your subtle makeup and your flowing hair she smiles all the more at her "Mini-Me."

She opens the door and calls out to you, "Can you come down with me to my office?"

You say, "Okay," and you follow her out of your room, across the bridge, and down the hall into her non-cluttered office with a view.

"I have something to say to you and this is regarding your birthday present. I know I didn't get to give you something decent for your 18th birthday but I think now is the time to give you it. All that shopping was to prepare you for the unveiling. Do you know why I let you shop for all those clothes?"

"Was it because I had an empty closet," you ask naively. Your mother ignores the gesture. You think back to what she said before she asks you her question and wonder what she meant by "unveiling." You don't get the chance to do so when you hear her giggle.

She giggles but stops to say, "No, it's not. It's....well....are you sure you're not going to freak out if I tell you?"

"Me, freakout? I don't even know what I'm going to freak out about," you say in your made up knowledge of a past relationship with your mother. But you have something to freak out about. You don't know what she is going to say, so that the paranoia surrounding the subject gets bottled up. You think you know what she is going to say, but you absolutely have no idea.

"Are you ready?" your mother asks and when you nod, she takes a deep breath and says....