I helped her situate it on my body, silently thinking about what she said. About turning 60 and never being with a man. I did want to know what sex was all about.

Daddy fucked Mama in the ass every night. He wanted the ass more than her vagina.

I found that weird...

Every time Mama said, “Plow that ass like Frederick Douglass planting okra!” at the peak of ecstasy, I shut right up and gave it to God.

I heard them through their bedroom door all the time and they didn’t try to be quiet about it either.

Sasha told me to sit down on the bed and I did, still trying to take this all in. She pulled my hair into a bun and then put her mother’s long curly wig on my head.

It was a little itchy. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot. Damn. Maybe I needed to let go and have fun. It didn’t make sense to hold on to my virginity and not experience sex at it’s greatest.

She took out her Mom’s make-up bag and she artfully coated my lips with light green lipstick.

“Oh, Girl. You’re hot! Watch out Iman!”

She pulled out the dark green rouge and blush. She coated my cheekbones with some glitter.

I was watching her the entire time, her breath smelling like ass but who was I to rain on her parade? Might run some more roaches into her house for cover.

I still couldn’t believe she said that. She was so worried about my pussy and my image when she needed to
focus on brushing her gahamn teeth...

Her mouth must have been target practice at Monkey Jungle.

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

Nappy headed bitch.

She looked fabulous but her breath was like going over to Madonna’s house and finding shit on the low-table next to the caviar.

I chuckled at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, the rush of her breath making me wince. Goddamn, bitch! Gargle! “Nothing.”

I could barely get the word out.

“Something must be funny. You keep chuckling.”

“I can’t be to my thoughts?”

“You need to be thinking about how you’re gonna give Bob that ass.”

“You make it sound so gross.”

“Girl, sex is a business. Find your pension and hope it’s a hefty 401 (k) plan. Mama taught me that.”

“That’s why I’m going to college. To care for myself. Plus your Mama is weird. Why would she let a married man screw her and he doesn’t even pay ¼ of her bills?”

She didn’t like the comment. “That’s her…”

“Where’s her hefty 401 (k)?”

Sasha’s eyes flashed dangerously.

“Listen Abigail Adams. Find you a John Adams and hope he becomes the President of the United States.”

“No.”

She looked me over with a smile. “Look in the mirror. Your transformation is complete.”

I stood up and closed my eyes, wondering was I making a mistake. I slowly opened them and I saw a gorgeous young woman with green lips and the dress brought out the rhinestones in the pumps.

I was gorgeous. Wow. I should go lock myself in my room and fuck myself. I couldn’t stop smiling.

Why was I staring at the door knob?

I hugged her. “I love it.”

“Are you sure you like it? You’re not just saying that?”

“I mean it.” I pulled away from her, taking up my bag. I pulled out two peppermints. I popped one in my mouth...

“Give me one. I brushed my teeth earlier but this candy will keep it cool.”

What did you brush your teeth with? Shitty diapers? And you need that peppermint more than I do.

Just then the doorbell rang.