"Yes, She...she is putting on dress and," Hans mimed a ripping down the front, "Is tear, and for shame of womanliness she is not leave her room,"

"I... I have not dealt with such a thing before," murmured Randy. "Should I try to speak with her?"

"Is maybe help her stop crying?" Hans suggested hopefully.

"You are right; I will see what I can do." Randy took a deep breath and headed to Alissa's room...

Alissa's door was locked and from within the sound of sniffling could be heard....

Randy gave a rap on the door. "Alissa?" he called softly.

"Randy?" she called back, "is that you?"

"Yes," he replied. "What is the matter?"

"My favorite dress ripped, it was only a little tight when I put it on today, I thought it would be fine but when I went to reach for a book the stitches in the front popped and everybody saw everything! It was humiliating!" she cried.

"Poor dear," Randy cooed through the door. "Is there anything I can do?"

Alissa sighed, "No.... unless you can erase everyone's memory. All of mama's rich and famous friends saw my chest," she said as she got up to let Randy in.

"Well, I am afraid I cannot do that, but I can be here to talk to you if you like," Randy offered with a faint smile.

Alissa gave it some thought, "Alright," she said motioning for him to come in, "I probably should be this upset anymore, but lately every little thing seems to bother me." she crossed her arms over her already noteworthy chest as though to block it from view.

"It is a part of growing up," Randy stated. "A person at your age is prone to experiencing hormonal changes, and these may result in mood fluctuations and an increased rate of physical development."

"Hormonal?" Alissa questioned. "What is that?"

Randy's ears drooped as he suddenly wondered whether the word was even in common use, his own knowledge of human speech having come from varied sources and approximations based on word origin. "Er... What I mean is, the biological functions which make your body change as you grow older," he corrected.