Not like the places you usually send me. Kindof stark and boring," I said. "But I feel fine." Well let me see if I can help with that," she said. Sudd...nly the wallsstarted to recede into the distance until they just became an indistinctblur of white and then the ceiling started to fade into a nice sky-blueand the floor into a more earthy tone."How's that," she asked."Better." I said. "Still pretty bland, but at least there's some color.Is there anything you want me to look for? Even though this. I played around with the clothes. Didn't much care for the regular clothes or the bras, but I loved the silky nightwear. I met Christie when she got back in a sexy teddy and stockings. She and I played around until we fell asleep together.***The next day, she woke me and asked if I was ready for my change. When I told her I was, she plastered her mouth to mine. With her kiss, I felt the warmth I had associated with magic affect my tongue. When she pulled back, I asked her what she had done.She. "You little nymph. Stop that now!" Miss Squires scolded, trying to sound severe and failing utterly in her evening's pleasure. "Get your clothes on. I think Mrs. Welch wants to give you a ride home." She kissed my mother softly on the lips. "I think you two have a lot to talk about." Don't ... ah ... don't bother with your panties, Jenny. You won't be needing those," my mother said, smiling and flushed, and Jenny nodded, raising her eyebrows impishly."Then let me give them to you," the fifteen. " Thinking?" Irene completed. When Sherla nodded, her breathingragged, Irene shifted to sit beside the younger woman so shecould hug her. "Being a woman, my dear is NOT merely physical -it is everything that we are. All of those things you justmentioned are as much part of being a woman as the more obvious,but perhaps less important physical changes, dear. As Sherlock -more basically, as a MALE Sherlock - you had a lifetime in whichyou were forced, by many unfortunate circumstances, to.