After a few weeks of trying I wasn’t getting anywhere with Debbie but Diane kept calling me wanting to get together. I hadn’t given her much thoug...t as she wasn’t as hot as Debbie but not bad either.In my warped mind I mind I thought maybe if I started hanging out with Diane maybe I would still have a chance with Debbie. I changed my focus to Diane and we started seeing each other. With jobs and other things getting in the way it seemed one of the best times to get together was when she was. There were no windows or doors visible in the room. It was lit by several Magic powered lamps which revealed the dark wood paneling on the walls as well as the red rug on the floor and the white plaster ceiling. There was a large mahogany table with a dozen chairs around it, and several computer screens, but to my surprise there were only six of my senior Relatives present. In the quiet of the room, my Were aided hearing picked up the whisper of the ventilation system. It was Uncle Aengus who. “Help yourself, Man,” Eric obliges.The three of us stick around with Eric and his friends and down few beers each. It’s pretty cool hanging out with these guys in their early twenties. They talk about wild keg parties and loud-ass rock concerts they’ve been too. Banging girls and getting busted. Exactly the kind bad influence, fun-sounding, stuff my parents forbid. It doesn’t take long for us to feel like part of their group. It has the odd effect of making those popular people from high school. I just made it.”“So, what do you mean by changing it?”“Well, the color is all wrong.” The dress immediately turned to her favorite shade of pink. “And I think the back lace isn’t very nice.” She turned away from him and the lacing disappeared, to be replaced by an almost microscopic crisscross strapping. “And there is only the one leg slit, and it doesn’t go high enough.” A second slit appeared on her left leg, and both widened and went higher, to hip high. “Master, they said these dresses.