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Tonisha
by bobby

Tony wandered up and down the aisles of the record store looking
for a CD. He had to leave tomorrow for L.A. on a business trip and
wanted to bring some music along for the six-hour flight from
Baltimore. He hated those endless transcontinental flights, and
anything to help pass the time was a plus. He didn't feel like
watching a movie on a 10-inch screen, either, so it seemed that CDs
were the best way to go, and he'd stopped at one of the malls just off
the Beltway on his way home from work. He'd already picked out a
couple, and needed just one more to round out his selection, but
nothing came to mind as he looked through the bins. After wasting
about twenty minutes and not finding anything interesting, he
decided he could get by with what he already had and proceeded to
the check-out counter. There were four people ahead of him in the
line, so he went into wait mode, looking all around the store but at
nothing in particular. After a minute, the line moved forward, and
he happened to glance over at the cashier. He felt his heart stop for
a second, and thought his jaw would drop to the floor when he saw
the woman behind the counter.

She was positively gorgeous, in her early twenties, he guessed, with a
flawless pecan complexion. Her thick hair fell down past her
shoulders, framing the most absolutely beautiful face Tony had ever
seen. Her exotic eyes were accented by thin delicate eyebrows. She
had a delicate nose, high cheekbones, and incredibly full lips. She
smiled at the customer she was currently helping, and Tony's heart
just about melted. "My God, she's fantastic!" he whispered to himself.
There was just something about her that Tony found irresistible,
some kind of indefinable, hidden quality in addition to her looks. He
realized he was staring at her, making no attempt to disguise his
interest, when she suddenly turned and looked directly at him.
Their eyes met and he wanted to turn away, embarrassed, but he
couldn't. Something was holding him in place, as if he were frozen
solid. A kind of half-smile, strangely seductive, slowly formed on
her lips. After what seemed an eternity, Tony was suddenly able to
move, and he quickly turned away, his face burning crimson.

The rest of his wait in line was spent shifting his eyes around the
store, anywhere but the check-out counter. When it was finally his
turn, he stepped up to the counter, still trying to avoid looking at her.
"Hello, sir, how are you today?" she asked. "I'm, um, fine, thanks," he
said, looking down at the floor as he handed her his CDs.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that," she said cheerfully. When she reached
out to take the CDs with her left hand, her fingers closed over his,
and she maintained the contact as she slowly withdrew, almost in a
caress. His eyes opened wide as his gaze followed her hand. She had
thin, graceful fingers tipped with inch-long nails coated with
translucent pearl polish. As she started to ring up his purchase, his
eyes were drawn once again to her beauty. To his chagrin, he found
his eyes lingering on her breasts almost involuntarily. She wore a
scoop neck pullover top, that displayed an inch or two of her dusky
cleavage. Her breasts weren't overly large, in fact they were fairly
small, but were beautiful nonetheless. Strangely, she didn't seem at
all bothered by his staring. "Is there anything else?" she asked. He
looked into her eyes and stammered, "Uh, no, I-I think that's
everything, th-thanks." He tried to avert his eyes, but he was once
again immobilized by that same force. She smiled, and asked, "Are
you sure there's nothing else I can help you with?" His only
response was a gulp, as he felt her penetrating stare. She seemed to
see right into his thoughts, scanning his mind as if she were looking
for something. "Um, um, um," was all he could say.

"I couldn't help but notice you were looking around for quite a while,
sir. Surely there's something I can help you find?"

"Well," Tony finally managed to say, "I really don't want to keep your
customers waiting."

"That's OK, sir. There's nobody else in line now." She reached out,
leaning on the counter, and took his right hand in both of hers. He
could feel his heart beating so hard he thought it would come out of
his chest. What was she doing? "By the way, my name's Shaniqua,
what's yours?" She smiled at him as she traced a circle on the back
of his hand with the tip of a nail. This gorgeous girl was just coming
on to him right out of the blue! Something was very weird here, not
that he was complaining...yet. "Uh, it's uh, T-Tony," he stuttered.
"Mmm, Tony, I like that. Yes, I think that'll work just fine," she said
in her velvety smooth voice. Work just fine? What could she be
talking about?

"Tell me, Tony," Shaniqua continued, "Do you find black women
attractive?" Her directness caught him off guard, and rendered him
momentarily speechless. Shaniqua must have detected his
uneasiness because she smiled knowingly, moved in closer and softly
said, almost in a whisper, "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I,
Tony? I don't want you to be uncomfortable, not at all." She
punctuated her last statement by slowly running the tip of her
tongue in a complete circle around her lips, then gently biting her
lower lip as she stared unblinkingly in his eyes. Tony's heart was
beating so fast now he thought for sure he was going into cardiac
arrest, right then and there. No woman had ever done anything like
this to him, let alone one so stunningly beautiful as Shaniqua. The
only things he was aware of at this moment were the haunting smell
of her perfume and the glint of her golden earrings as they flashed in
the light.

His mouth was dry, but he managed to get out the words, "Uh, n-no,
I-I-I'm fine, just a little nervous, that's all." The knowing smile
returned as Shaniqua said, "Oh, that's so sweet, Tony. But really,
there's nothing to be nervous about. I really don't want to make you
uncomfortable." She gave his hand a firm but gentle squeeze and
said, "Now, back to my question: Do you find black women to be
attractive, Tony?"

"Yes, sure I do," Tony responded, unaware he was nodding his head
up and down like a little boy. "Good, good. And have you ever had
any experience with a black woman?" Shaniqua asked, staring even
deeper into Tony's eyes.

This question really threw Tony for a loop. Shaniqua's question was
so matter-of-fact, he almost didn't get it. This woman really wanted
him! Never in his wildest dreams had he conceived of anything like
this happening. His head was spinning and he heard the words as if
they were being spoken by someone else: "No...I haven't."

He could see a new light in Shaniqua's eyes when he answered her
question. She even giggled a bit as she suddenly let go of his hand
and stood back behind the counter again. "Very good, Tony. That's
what I wanted to hear. I've got just the thing you've been looking
for."

She bent down and began rummaging around behind the counter.
Tony was a little confused by the sudden change in Shaniqua's
demeanor. A second ago she was gazing deeply into his eyes and he
could feel the sensuality emanating from deep within her, now she
was smiling and giggling like some schoolgirl. After a moment
Shaniqua stood up and handed Tony a CD case. It had a plain white
cover, with no markings of any kind. He opened it up and noticed
the CD inside was also unmarked, the label side was completely
blank.

"What's this?" he asked Shaniqua, with a puzzled expression. He'd
been hoping for a phone number, not a blank CD.

"This is what you've been looking for for quite a long time, Tony,"
Shaniqua explained. "I knew from the moment I saw you that I
could help you find what you were seeking, and this is it." She was
grinning triumphantly, but Tony was totally confused. He had come
looking for some CDs, not the Holy Grail. What was she talking
about?

"I know you're confused right now, Tony, but trust me, this is what
you want," Shaniqua said. "Just put it in your CD player, and you'll
know what I mean." That half-smile she gave him when he first saw
her returned to her lips.

"OK, thanks," he said, as he dug his wallet out of his pocket. He was
having trouble concealing his disappointment. "How much do I owe
you?"

"It's $25.52 for the two that you picked out," said Shaniqua.

"Consider the third item a gift from me." He looked up and she was
watching him with those penetrating eyes again, and he once again
became nervous and fidgety.

"Uh, no really, please let me pay you for it," he said.

"No, Tony, I appreciate your offer to pay, but believe me, knowing
that I've helped you is more than enough for me. Please accept it as
my gift, OK?" Her tone was such that he knew she wouldn't change
her mind, so he thanked her once again, took the bag she handed him
and headed out of the store.

"Oh, Tony," she called. He turned and saw her, that mysterious smile
still on her face. "I do have one small favor to ask you."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Could you stop by later on and show me how you turned out?"

"OK, sure," Tony agreed.

"Great. See you soon, OK? Maybe we could go out for a cup of
coffee."

Tony brightened up when he heard Shaniqua's offer. He smiled and
said, "Sure, I'd really like that." Shaniqua smiled back and waved
goodbye as he left the store. Just before he turned the corner out of
sight, he stopped for one more look, and was surprised to see a short,
rather pudgy teenage boy behind the counter. There was no sign of
Shaniqua.

"Hmm, maybe she had to run into the back room for something," he
said to himself as he went on his way.

Tony was on top of the world as he walked through the mall. He
kept going over his encounter with Shaniqua, and he thought about
what might happen after that cup of coffee. Something was nagging
him though, something didn't seem quite right. She had said
something about letting her know how he turned out. That seemed
kind of odd to him. Come to think of it, a few things about her were
odd, like what she said about finding what he was seeking and all,
and the way she looked at him sometimes. Not to mention the fact
that although the store had been pretty busy, it almost seemed as if
they had been all alone while they talked. That was very weird. But
he couldn't get her perfect face, beautiful skin and soft smooth voice
out of his mind, and any doubts he still had were soon forgotten. He
had felt so alive when she took his hand, he just couldn't describe the
feeling; it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He knew
he'd go back as soon as he returned from L.A. Why did he have to
leave town now, of all times?

Tony got to his car and tossed the bag on the passenger seat. As he
was driving toward the mall exit, his curiosity started to get the
better of him; he had to play the CD Shaniqua had given him. He
pulled into a parking space off to the side of the exit and pulled the
CD box out of the bag. It struck him as odd that it wasn't shrink
wrapped like most new CDs, and there was no insert containing song
titles or lyrics, just the CD with a blank white label. He turned on his
stereo and pushed the disc into the slot. Nothing happened. He
waited a few more seconds, but still nothing happened.

"What's the deal with this thing?" he said out loud. The display that
normally showed the track number and time was blank, and when
he tried turning up the volume there was still no sound. He pushed
the eject button, but the CD wouldn't come out, and now he was
starting to get frustrated. "Oh man, don't tell me this thing's jammed
now," he moaned. He tried skipping tracks, reverse, fast forward, but
nothing seemed to work. "Come on, damn it!" he said, getting angry.
He found that he couldn't even switch back to the radio, the stereo
was stuck in CD mode. He started punching the buttons randomly,
hoping something would work, but still nothing. "I don't believe this!
I'm going back and telling her she owes me a new car stereo!"

Tony's hand was on the key ready to shut the engine off, but he froze
when music suddenly started coming through the speakers. "It's
about damn time," he grumbled as he sat back in the seat. It
sounded like one of the current female groups; maybe TLC or
someone like that. He couldn't tell for sure. Tony pulled out of the
parking lot onto the street thinking, "Well, Shaniqua, I appreciate the
gift but this isn't really my kind of music."

He listened to it for a minute or so, then decided he'd had enough
and turned off the player...or at least tried to. It wouldn't shut off.
"What the hell?", he said to himself as he tried hitting various
buttons, but none of them worked. The Twilight Zone theme started
playing in his mind as a creepy feeling came over him. None of the
controls would respond. Just about this time, Tony noticed his suit
felt a little loose; he tugged on his shirt collar and absently thought
there was a larger than normal gap between the collar and his neck.
And his shirt sleeves were creeping up his wrists and over his hands.
He pulled his sleeves back and kept hitting different buttons on the
stereo, getting more and more frantic. "This is freaking me out. Why
doesn't this thing work?" A car horn blared and he looked up just in
time to swerve out of the oncoming traffic. He wanted to pull over to
the side, but there were no driveways or streets into which he could
turn.

Tony moved his seat forward when he started having trouble
reaching the pedals. The music seemed to be getting louder, the beat
more insistent and driving. After a while, he stopped fidgeting with
the controls, and his uneasiness seemed to lessen a bit. "OK Tony,
don't panic, you can figure this out. There's got to be a perfectly
logical explanation," he thought to himself. He rubbed his chin, not
even noticing that his goatee and mustache had disappeared, or that
his hands were looking more tanned than usual. "Actually, this
music isn't too bad. I wouldn't run out and buy this stuff, but since it
was a gift it's OK." He settled back in the seat, and decided to just
bear with it for awhile until he could think of something.

The tan that had appeared on his hands had now spread over his
entire body, and was deepening by the second. Soon his skin had
acquired a rich coffee and cream tone. He had started tapping his
fingers lightly on the steering wheel in time with the infectious beat
of the music. His hands had become smaller at the same time his
fingers grew long and slender, becoming more feminine all the time.
Even his nails were starting to grow longer. "Hey, this music isn't
bad at all, it's really pretty good. I didn't know what I was missing,"
Tony said. He cleared his throat as his voice seemed to crack a bit,
and shifted in the seat. If felt like he was sitting on a pillow or
something, but he couldn't feel anything down there. Meanwhile,
Tony's legs were becoming thinner and softer, losing most of their
muscle tone, as a thin layer of fat developed, especially around his
thighs. As Tony's head had gotten smaller along with the rest of his
body, his square jaw had softened and become more rounded. His
face was looking less and less masculine, and was almost
androgynous in appearance.

Tony's pants had started to shorten and slowly moved up his legs,
revealing smooth, hairless shapely calves. They stopped shortening
about halfway up his rapidly filling thighs, then the legs somehow
fused together to form a tight skirt. Tony didn't even notice it. He
was really getting into this music. Even though he had never heard
these songs before, he was humming along with the tunes, unaware
that his baritone voice had become a tenor, and was quickly
approaching an alto. The fingers that were tapping on the steering
wheel now bore nails an inch and a half long with metallic maroon
polish. "Man, this music kicks ass! I have GOT to thank Shaniqua for
turning me on to this!" he said in a voice somewhere between high
male and husky female.

The sleeves of Tony's jacket and shirt were shrinking, similar to his
pant legs, until it looked as if he were wearing a pinstriped vest with
a sleeveless shirt and tie. The neckline of his shirt began opening up
as if someone were pulling down a zipper and his tie thinned and
shortened, becoming a gold necklace. The neckline lowered and
widened exposing Tony's smooth hairless chest; his well-developed
pectoral muscles had flattened and softened until they were almost
non-existent. His white dress shirt changed to a yellow knit tank top
as his jacket seemed to fade and disappear, and his undershirt
turned into a matching yellow lacy bra with capacious cups that hung
loosely on his flat chest. He ran a long-nailed hand up and down his
delicate upper arm, feeling soft flesh in place of rock-hard muscle,
and started singing along with the music as if he knew the lyrics by
heart. His voice was now a smooth alto and still getting higher as he
swayed along with the beat.

Tony felt an itch in his crotch and reached down to scratch the bulge
under his orange skirt. The itch became a tingle as the bulge began
to shrink and soften right under his fingers. Soon the bulge was
nothing more than a small bump, then it was gone, and he found his
cotton briefs were now silk panties hugging his flat crotch. He knew
what was forming underneath, but instead of fear or anxiety, he was
actually calm, and even felt a slight satisfaction. The skirt was
stretching out as his hips and buttocks filled out and widened to
keep pace with his plumping thighs, and again he shifted in the seat
as his rear end expanded. Now it felt as if there were a couple of
pillows down there, but somehow it didn't feel strange as it had
before.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Tony noticed his once brown eyes
were dark and almond-shaped and his lashes had grown long and
curled. Gone were his bushy eyebrows, replaced by graceful
feminine arches over his eyes. His nose grew smaller but slightly
broader and his cheekbones grew prominent as his face crossed the
line and became unmistakably feminine. His lips had grown full and
sensuous. Tony had still been singing along with the CD as the
changes continued, and his Adam's Apple had shrunk to
insignificance as his voice had steadily risen in pitch until it was a
high clear soprano.

While waiting at a red light, Tony sat absently running his hands
over his short brown hair, and with each pass it seemed to grow
longer and darker until it was completely black. Soon it was down to
his shoulders and over his ears, and had become coarse.

Tony's black socks started to stretch up his leg, first over his calves,
then his knees and up his thighs. The material stretched thinner and
thinner until it became transparent. The socks joined at his crotch
and crept around his hips up to his waist, becoming shiny nude
pantyhose encasing his shapely legs in silky nylon. Tony's black
wingtip shoes shrank to fit his new dainty feet. The heels narrowed
and grew higher and the black leather changed to orange as the
shoes morphed into pumps with 3-inch heels to match his short, tight
skirt.

As the light turned green and Tony pulled away, he looked back in
the mirror again and saw a beautiful, though still flat-chested, black
woman. At that moment, something clicked in his mind; this is what
Shaniqua had been talking about. This is what she said he had
wanted. And she was right. Never in a million years would he have
thought that this could ever happen, let alone that he would like it,
but as he studied his new face in the mirror, he knew that his true
identity had surfaced at last. "Wow, I look really good!" Tony said to
himself, beaming proudly. With that another thought struck him: he
was now, by all appearances, female. He realized he had even
started thinking like a woman when he found himself absently
twirling his long hair around his finger as he drove. With this
realization he knew that his identity had been changed forever. He
was no longer Tony Jackson, he had become...Tonisha Jackson. Her
new name came to her in a sudden revelation, and she knew this was
the beginning of her new life. She knew she had been Tony, and
remembered everything about Tony, but she knew Tony was gone
forever. Instead of feeling sad, she felt almost relieved, as though a
long protracted conflict had finally come to its resolution.

At the next intersection, Tonisha made a U-turn and started heading
back toward the mall; she had to see Shaniqua again. On the way
back she slid her hand up and down her thigh, luxuriating in the feel
of the silky pantyhose against her soft smooth skin. It felt
wonderful, like nothing she'd ever felt before. The only thing that
didn't seem right was her underdeveloped chest. Why hadn't she
grown breasts? She rubbed her flat chest and frowned, pulling the
neckline of her tanktop up to cover her loose bra.

After a few more minutes, she arrived back at the mall. She reached
into her purse, formerly Tony's briefcase, and pulled out a yellow
velvet scrunchy. Almost as if it were second nature, Tonisha reached
up, pulled her hair back and slipping the scrunchy over it to form a
ponytail that fell down between her shoulder blades. Grabbing her
purse, she opened the door, swung her legs out keeping her knees
together in true ladylike fashion, and got out of the car. In the time
it took for her to return to the mall, a new bracelet graced Tonisha's
right ankle, small gold hoops hung from her ears, and several rings
appeared on her slender fingers. She began walking toward the mall
entrance, and noticed a tingling feeling in her chest. As she walked it
grew more and more intense and seemed to center behind each
nipple. She looked down and didn't see anything unusual, but the
feeling wasn't going away; in fact it was still getting stronger. She
wanted to stop and scratch her chest, but decided a well-lit mall
parking lot wasn't the best place to be seen with a hand down the
front of her top, scratching frantically. "I'll just have to wait until I
can get to the ladies' room," Tonisha told herself, and kept on going.
Soon, however, she detected a new strange feeling, almost like a
bouncing motion. She stopped and looked down again and sure
enough, two tiny mounds of fatty tissue were pushing out from her
formerly flat chest. Tonisha's eyes grew wide, then even wider when
she saw that they were growing as she watched.

Soon the mounds were golf ball sized, then they became pointy cones
the size of tennis balls, almost like a young teenage girl's breasts.
Tonisha started walking quickly toward the entrance and the safety
of the ladies' room; she didn't want her expanding attributes to
attract a lot of attention. She could feel her breasts bouncing more
and more as they grew larger. The cones started to round out as
their weight increased.

By the time she reached the halfway point between her car and the
mall her breasts had reached the size of large oranges, and were
assuming a more mature shape. Her areolae were widening and her
nipples were starting to rub against the inside of her bra cups,
sending shivers down Tonisha's spine. She looked down again and
saw that she would soon fill the huge bra cups which were empty
five minutes ago. Cleavage was forming now as her breasts grew
even bigger and wider and started pushing against each other,
fighting for the decreasing available space. They were almost
grapefruit sized, and were beginning to hang in a teardrop shape.

As her breasts grew bigger and heavier, they began to bounce from
side to side in a rhythmic fashion and Tonisha had to start
compensating for the motion as she walked. "That damn door didn't
seem this far away when I started," she complained. She felt
material against her breasts, and took another quick look down to
see she had filled her bra cups and a good three inches of cleavage
was visible above her neckline. "Good, maybe they'll stop now," she
said hopefully. She was almost at the mall door. However, the
growth was not quite complete. The bra was beginning to feel snug,
and some breast tissue was bulging slightly above the tops of the
cups. By the time she finally reached the door and got into the mall,
her cleavage was an inch longer and shaking like a bowl of Jell-O
with each step. She noticed the appreciative stares she was getting
from some of the men as she made her way into the ladies' room
with a sigh of relief.

And she could see what was attracting all the attention. She stood
staring at her reflection for a good minute before she said to herself,
"Damn, Tonisha, you sure turned into one fine looking woman." She
stood about 5' 11" in her heels, and describing her as "full-figured"
didn't do her justice. Some finishing touches had been added during
the walk from her car to the mall. Her lips were now maroon to
match her nails, and a darker lip-liner accented their fullness. Her
eyes were now highlighted with dark eyeshadow and mascara made
her already beautiful lashes impossibly long and full. A quick whiff
told her that she was now wearing perfume, also. Her complexion
was without a single blemish or flaw. Nothing short of a goddess, she
thought with a smile.

And moving down, her breasts were nothing short of extraordinary:
they held their shape very well and didn't sag a fraction of an inch,
despite their enormity. She cupped them in her hands, or at least
tried; their size was such that she could only grasp a small portion.
She hefted them and was awestruck by their substantial weight. "I
don't think I've EVER seen a set of jugs like these," she said proudly.
Her hands slid down her sides, tracing the indentation of her near-
waspish waist and flat stomach to her wide hips, and posed in the
mirror, turning side to side as she pursed her lips and blew a kiss to
her reflection, giggling at her coquettish behavior. She turned to the
side and admired the lines her full, round rear end made in her
short, tight skirt, and gave her buttocks a squeeze, noting with more
pride how firm they were. She turned toward the mirror again and
stepped back to get a better view of her long legs.

Tonisha liked how her thighs had filled out with no gap in between.
She didn't really care for that bony look. She ran her hands over her
thighs and relished how the pantyhose felt in her fingers. Her legs
tapered from her thighs down to shapely calves, then down to her
small, delicate feet. She walked around a bit keeping her eyes on the
mirror and marveled at the hypnotic sway of her hips and butt and
the man-stopping jiggle of her breasts. Her heels brought out the
sexy curves of her legs. No wonder she was turning some heads. She
was an absolute knockout!

"Well, I'd better get going and see if Shaniqua's around," she thought,
and headed back out into the mall. She took the long way back to
the record store, going through the food court, to soak up some more
attention. "I could get used to this," she thought. She saw a tall
well-built thirtysomething man walking toward her. He smiled as he
passed, and Tonisha found her own head turning to watch his butt as
he continued on his way. "I could really get used to this." She just
couldn't believe how much better she felt about herself than when
she was Tony. He was a good-looking guy, but he never really felt
comfortable in dealing with the opposite sex. Now she knew things
were different, a lot different. This change was definitely for the
better.

Tonisha finally reached the record store but was disappointed when
she found no sign of Shaniqua. The same guy was still behind the
counter. She scanned the store in vain, Shaniqua wasn't anywhere to
be seen. "Damn, where IS she?" she said in frustration. "I'll have to
come back tomorrow." She turned to go when she heard a familiar
voice call out, "Tonisha! Over here, girl!" She turned back to the
counter and saw Shaniqua waving and smiling, just where the
teenage boy had been a second ago. Shaniqua came around the
counter as Tonisha approached and gave her a huge hug. "Sorry it
took me a while to get back here, I didn't expect you so soon," she
said. "So how are you doing, girlfriend?"

"I just have to thank you so much, Shaniqua, I can't explain how
fantastic I feel right now. It's amazing," Tonisha gushed.
Shaniqua stood back and gave Tonisha a once-over from head to toe
with a critical eye.

"Turn around for me, Tonisha," she said, motioning with her hand.
Tonisha did a slow 360 for Shaniqua, who continued her examination.
When Tonisha once again faced Shaniqua, she stopped and waited
nervously for the results of the appraisal. Shaniqua finally looked up
and a smile slowly spread across her lips, then she said, "Mm-mmm,
girl, I am positively jealous! You look incredible!"

As they hugged again, a thought crossed Tonisha's mind: an hour ago
Tony's interest in Shaniqua had been of a sexual nature, and this hug
would have been a tremendously arousing experience, but now
Tonisha felt nothing but friendship for this woman. "Thanks again,
Shaniqua. I owe you everything," Tonisha said gratefully.

"Oh no, Tonisha, this was all you. I knew you were there, I could see
you. I could tell you just needed to come out, and all I did was help
you along, that's all," Shaniqua said as she took Tonisha's hand,
gently squeezing it.

"I do have one concern though," Tonisha said. "What will happen to
Tony? I mean, his family and everything. Won't they miss him?"

Shaniqua smiled and said, "No, Tonisha, this is your new reality.
Nobody else knows who Tony is or was; just you. As far as anyone
else is concerned, he never existed. You're Tonisha now, and you've
got her identity, her job and family. And they love you very much."

"I didn't mean to hurt him or anything," Tonisha said sadly.

"Oh, don't worry, Tonisha. This is what he wanted. I could see that,
too. That's why this all happened. Deep down inside he knew you
had to come out, too. He's not gone, Tonisha. Tony's still in there,
he'll always be around. Believe me, he's OK."

And deep down inside, Tonisha knew that, too. "Now come on,"
Shaniqua said, tugging Tonisha's hand and pulling her toward the
mall. "What? Where are we going?" Tonisha asked with a puzzled
expression.

Shaniqua turned and smiled again. "To get that cup of coffee."
 
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