Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but the characters of Gilmore Girls are not amongst my possessions.
Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfic so I will apologize in advance for any technological errors I may have made. For instance, I already know that when I load this document most of my end quotation marks will disappear for a reason that is unbeknownst to me, and likewise, random punctuation marks will be replaced with symbols that mean nothing. For these errors and for any others that I did not catch, I am sorry.
Oh, To Be A Girl
Rory was sitting on the couch with her right arm holding the book she was reading against her bent knees while her left arm was stretched across her new quasi-boobs and tucked under her right arm. For the past few months she had taken to always having at least one arm folded across her chest in an attempt to hide her latest development. The word development itself repulsed her. She was in the sixth grade and the only thing she ever heard from teachers was puberty this and development that, and "your body's changing" and "it's natural". Puberty was stupid and that's all there was to it.
Just then, Lorelai came bounding down the stares in a manner that was more fitting of a twelve year-old than the twenty-eight year-old that she was. She finished putting her hair up in a pony-tail and turned to her daughter, who had by this timed closed her book and now had both arms folded across her chest.
"Is my pony-tail lumpy?" Lorelai asked while tilting the top of her head down so that Rory could see.
"Yes.
"Damn," she said while taking down her pony-tail and turning towards the mirror on the wall. When she finished fixing her hair she took a moment to look herself over.
"You're making the face," Rory said with a smile as she came up behind her mother.
"I am not," Lorelai lied. Rory only looked at her through the mirror with an eyebrow that had been lifted by skepticism. "Fine! You caught me. All girls make a mirror face. It can't be stopped. The irony is of course is that in most cases the mirror face makes us look ten times worse than we would without it. Oh, to be a girl.
"You said it. Being a girl sucks.
"Occasionally, but most of the time it's quite fun.
"Well I disagree.
"You're just saying that because you're in the crappy in between part. You've grown a lot so nothing you own fits, but you can't really wear adult clothes yet because you don't have hips, and you're trying to hide the semi-boobs that everyone else has already noticed, and not to mention, there's the looming fear of getting your period at some point in the near future because that's all anyone tells you about growing up. Well, let me tell you something, it gets a whole lot better.
Rory just looked at her mother with a facial expression that was somewhere between embarrassment, denial, and awe that her mother knew exactly what she was feeling. "My clothes fit," she said for no real reason other than to say something.
"Kid, you've grown five inches in the last two months. Look at your pants. They're hanging around about an inch above your shoes just swinging in the wind. We need to go shopping. In fact, we are going shopping today. How do I look?
"Like the Boogie Monster. People will see you coming and hide their children," Lorelai grabbed her purse off the hook by the door and pushed Rory out before her as they headed for the car, "They'll scream ÔMommy! Mommy! Who is that frightening lady and why she giving speeches on the joys of womanhood?'"
Her musings were cut short when Lorelai shoved her into the passenger's seat of the car. "You think you're so clever don't you?" Lorelai said with mock exasperation as she shut the door. When she climbed into her seat behind the wheel and flipped down the visor to inspect herself in the mirror she soon felt her daughter's eyes on her and realized that she was making the mirror face again. Flipping the visor back up, and starting the car she replied without looking into Rory's ridiculing eyes, "Oh shut up you.
