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Audrey staired out the glass window of her New York penthouse. She loved watching the sun rise over the city that never sleeps. After a while she gets her coffee and turns on the news to check the stocks. Around 8am, she slides on her pantyhose and heels, followed by an expensive pink skirt suit. She pulled her blonde hair into a bun and grabbed her brief case. She walked to her limo and began to make her way to the office of the corporation she owned- Denver Corp.

This is her daily routine. Wake up alone. Go to work. Come home alone. Go to sleep alone. Audrey was an extremely lonesome person. She never seeked romantic relationships, just never really was her thing. She longed to be a mother, but never had the time to bare child and raise a baby. Audrey stood in the window, staring out at the dark, rainy sky of the city that never slept.

Audrey started the next morning the same as always. Coffee, Stocks, Skirt suit, hair bun. However something interesting would happen. As she arrived at the limo, she noticed something in the back. A scrawny teenager, couldn't be older than 14 with long scraggly black hair trying to steal the tire off her limo. She slowly crept up behind him, trying her best to be inaudible in her heels. She tapped the back of the youth with one finger, shocking him out of what he was doing. Her face wasn't angry, but one of concern and warmth. He tried to run but she grabbed the back of his coat, which was soaking wet from the rain last night. "I'm not mad sweetie." Audrey said, smiling softly. "Here, why don't you fix my tire and come inside." The kid seemed transfixed on her response but calmed by her demeanor. He reattached the bolts and stood up. He was very short, probably about 5'2. He looked very malnourished. Audrey told her limo driver to go to the office and report that ahe wouldn't be in today.

Audrey escorted the youth into the pent house and offered to let him shower. He accepted and went into the shower. It was very elegant with golden Handel's and glass doors. It took him a while to figure out how to turn it on, but he eventually figured it out. He used the flowery soaps and lathered it against his skin. It was soft and smelled incredibly nice. He washed his hair for the first time in months. It felt voluptuous and luxurious. When he got out and dried off, he found all his clothes had been replaced by a pink fuzzy Robe that had Audrey's initials monogramed on the corner. He slid into the fuzzy robe and exited.

Audrey approached the boy and led him to the living room. He sat on a pink velvet couch. Her apartment was beautiful - modern decor, glass walls. Audrey returned with a platter. It had french toast, biscuits, few strips of bacon and a glass of milk. "Here, you look hungry." Audrey said. The boy ate the food immediately, Audrey sat across from him. "So- what's your name?" The boy stared and meekly responded. "My name is Sam."

"Hello Sam. I'm Audrey Denver, of the Denver corporation." Audrey said warmly, touching Sam's hand. "Do your parents know what you do?". Sam looked down. "My parents are dead." Sam said quietly. Audrey clasped her hands over her mouth before hunging the child in her arms. "From now on, your welcome her. If you want, I'll take you in as my child." Audrey said as the child cried in her arms.

Sam woke up the next day. He'd slept of the couch, still in the robe. Audrey had left a bag for him. He opened the bag to see a bunch of expensive clothes. Inside where a pair of pink cotton underwear, purple velvet sweat pants and a black tank top. Sam felt so loved and valued that he didn't care that the clothes where girly. He ran to the bathroom and put them on. The tank top didn't cover his full torso, but the fabric felt amazing on his chest. He looked in the mirror. Honestly, he liked what he saw. The scraggly street rat now looked like a young woman who just hadn't developed yet. Something about it just felt... Right.

11 months later...

Samantha kissed her mommy on the cheek. She had been living with Audrey for almost a year. She had come to terms with her gender identity, and what a great coincidence as Audrey always wanted a daughter. Samantha stood on the same curb where she met Audrey, her hair now longer and cleaner, adorned by a red bow. Samantha was masterfully made up in the most expensive makeups. She stood in a cute a line dress designed specifically for her. Behind her back was a cute little mini backpack, and strapped to her feet where matching patent red pumps. "Now, be sure to take lots of notes, and text me when you get settled in!" Audrey said as she looked down at her beautiful daughter as she prepared to go to her private school in France. Audrey swept Sam's hair before kisses her forehead. Sam smiled blushing brightly. "I will Mommy!" Sam said as she stepped off the curb to get to her bus. "Oh and mom? Thank you!" Sam said as she waved goodbye from the bus door.

Description
Audrey staired out the glass window of her New York penthouse. She loved watching the sun rise over the city that never sleeps. After a while she gets her coffee and turns on the news to check the stocks. Around 8am, she slides on her pantyhose and heels, followed by an expensive pink skirt suit. She pulled her blonde hair into a bun and grabbed her brief case. She walked to her limo and began to make her way to the office of the corporation she owned- Denver Corp.

This is her daily routine. Wake up alone. Go to work. Come home alone. Go to sleep alone. Audrey was an extremely lonesome person. She never seeked romantic relationships, just never really was her thing. She longed to be a mother, but never had the time to bare child and raise a baby. Audrey stood in the window, staring out at the dark, rainy sky of the city that never slept.

Audrey started the next morning the same as always. Coffee, Stocks, Skirt suit, hair bun. However something interesting would happen. As she arrived at the limo, she noticed something in the back. A scrawny teenager, couldn't be older than 14 with long scraggly black hair trying to steal the tire off her limo. She slowly crept up behind him, trying her best to be inaudible in her heels. She tapped the back of the youth with one finger, shocking him out of what he was doing. Her face wasn't angry, but one of concern and warmth. He tried to run but she grabbed the back of his coat, which was soaking wet from the rain last night. "I'm not mad sweetie." Audrey said, smiling softly. "Here, why don't you fix my tire and come inside." The kid seemed transfixed on her response but calmed by her demeanor. He reattached the bolts and stood up. He was very short, probably about 5'2. He looked very malnourished. Audrey told her limo driver to go to the office and report that ahe wouldn't be in today.

Audrey escorted the youth into the pent house and offered to let him shower. He accepted and went into the shower. It was very elegant with golden Handel's and glass doors. It took him a while to figure out how to turn it on, but he eventually figured it out. He used the flowery soaps and lathered it against his skin. It was soft and smelled incredibly nice. He washed his hair for the first time in months. It felt voluptuous and luxurious. When he got out and dried off, he found all his clothes had been replaced by a pink fuzzy Robe that had Audrey's initials monogramed on the corner. He slid into the fuzzy robe and exited.

Audrey approached the boy and led him to the living room. He sat on a pink velvet couch. Her apartment was beautiful - modern decor, glass walls. Audrey returned with a platter. It had french toast, biscuits, few strips of bacon and a glass of milk. "Here, you look hungry." Audrey said. The boy ate the food immediately, Audrey sat across from him. "So- what's your name?" The boy stared and meekly responded. "My name is Sam."

"Hello Sam. I'm Audrey Denver, of the Denver corporation." Audrey said warmly, touching Sam's hand. "Do your parents know what you do?". Sam looked down. "My parents are dead." Sam said quietly. Audrey clasped her hands over her mouth before hunging the child in her arms. "From now on, your welcome her. If you want, I'll take you in as my child." Audrey said as the child cried in her arms.

Sam woke up the next day. He'd slept of the couch, still in the robe. Audrey had left a bag for him. He opened the bag to see a bunch of expensive clothes. Inside where a pair of pink cotton underwear, purple velvet sweat pants and a black tank top. Sam felt so loved and valued that he didn't care that the clothes where girly. He ran to the bathroom and put them on. The tank top didn't cover his full torso, but the fabric felt amazing on his chest. He looked in the mirror. Honestly, he liked what he saw. The scraggly street rat now looked like a young woman who just hadn't developed yet. Something about it just felt... Right.

11 months later...

Samantha kissed her mommy on the cheek. She had been living with Audrey for almost a year. She had come to terms with her gender identity, and what a great coincidence as Audrey always wanted a daughter. Samantha stood on the same curb where she met Audrey, her hair now longer and cleaner, adorned by a red bow. Samantha was masterfully made up in the most expensive makeups. She stood in a cute a line dress designed specifically for her. Behind her back was a cute little mini backpack, and strapped to her feet where matching patent red pumps. "Now, be sure to take lots of notes, and text me when you get settled in!" Audrey said as she looked down at her beautiful daughter as she prepared to go to her private school in France. Audrey swept Sam's hair before kisses her forehead. Sam smiled blushing brightly. "I will Mommy!" Sam said as she stepped off the curb to get to her bus. "Oh and mom? Thank you!" Sam said as she waved goodbye from the bus door.