She shrugged that off dismissively.At twelve she went to change when she spent a good ten minutes dithering over whether what she had planned to wear ...as right. In the end she stuck to what she had originally chosen: a calf length tartan skirt with a beige jersey. She wore a brooch that Steven had given her for Christmas.Edward, very properly, arrived at twenty to one by which time Becca was flapping. Steven noticed but said nothing. When the doorbell rang she hung back, suddenly very busy in. What we've done is tolock you into your diaper. You will have to use it if you need to makewee wee or poo poos.'I pulled the white panties up and the bulk of the diapers and plasticpants filled them out. The women laughed and made me twirl round forthem.'That's brilliant. The little animals on his plastic pants shows throughvery nicely. He's going to be the hit of the bar tonight.'I was given some lace topped knee high socks to put on and finally thehigh heeled pink boots that I'd worn earlier. It was probably because he believed I couldn't do that, and as with pretty much anything, he was right. I couldn't, the smart boys and girls in the lab coats couldn't, the massive computational grids couldn't. The technical term the collective of Nobel prize winners, multiple patent holders and ground-breaking scientific prodigies had come up with was 'double glazing'.You can look, but you cannot touch. That space in between, that space beyond the abnormal space of the Plume that I could feel. “I like the reactions I get from people when they see me show up. I can feel their judgment.”Precariously, Chloe sat down next to me. In the silence, I could concentrate on the music. It was unlike anything I heard before. It was rich-sounding, though I had no idea what instruments were being played. “Who is this?” I asked.“Kayhan Kahlor. He’s an Iranian classical musician.”“You don’t say,” I mumbled. “Do you know what they're playing or what they're singing about?”“No,” she said. “And I don’t.