Merrill Douglas had just turned twelve-years-old and had been accepted into a military academy. He was very excited to go and his parents were very proud of him. So much so, that Peta, his mother was making his favorite dessert: a dessert lasagna.

Peta rarely made the convection, it may be delicious, but it was so involved. She started with a 12x8 inch casserole dish. Ricotta cheese, sugar, cocoa, and eggs were blended together, and then chocolate chips and orange zest were stirred into the mix. The bottom of the casserole dish is spread with this mixture, which is topped with pistachio nuts and then a layer of egg noodles. The process is repeated until the casserole dish is full. She needed to bake the lasagna for 35 to 40 minutes and top it with coarsely grated white chocolate. Once cooled, dark chocolate is drizzled over the whipped cream on top. There couldn't be any better-tasting dessert according to Merrill.

Peta had just finished preparing the dish when she realized she didn't have whipped cream left.

"Merrill, honey, I'm going to the store. Take the lasagna out of the oven in exactly 28 minutes."

"OK, Mom" he called back. Then to his iPhone Merrill said, "Hey Siri, set reminder, remove the lasagna from the oven in 28 minutes."

"OK, added to today's reminders," Siri announced in her usual voice. Merrill put his iPhone inside his back pocket.

Merrill returned to playing Call of Duty. Suddenly he abandoned his game and got up. He left his house, he knew where he was going, but he couldn't stop himself. He knew what he had to do and was disgusted by it.

He approached the door of his next-door neighbor. He knocked urgently. He continued knocking until he heard from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"

"It's Merrill from next door."

"OK, hold your houses, I'll be right there."

Jamie Anderson opened the door, she was fourteen-years-old and a bit taller than Merrill who hadn't started his growth spurt yet. Jamie was becoming a woman, but at this point they had mostly similar builds. Jamie certainly had more on top than Merrill did, she had started wearing a training bra when she was nine and now she had already filled out to B-cup breasts. Her hips and butt had also rounded a bit. She was as developed as any other fourteen-year-old girl. Despite this, both teenagers weighed approximately a hundred pounds.

Jamie knew who it was. She wasn't friendly with Merrill, as he was two years younger than her.

Jamie looked at Merrill, he seemed distressed.

"Come in, come in. What's wrong?"

Merrill saw Jamie when she opened the door. Jamie was usually a tomboy, but today she was dressed differently. She was wearing a pretty tank blouse with a skirted waist and Capri leggings. Merrill could clearly see the straps of her bra on her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a lot of makeup, but she definitely was wearing some. She had earrings in her ears and pretty sandals on her feet. This was a departure from the usual jeans and t-shirts she usually wore. Merrill knew what he had to do. He couldn't stop himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to come here, but I have no choice."

"What didn't you want to do?"