Remember this one?’ She shimmies, transforming bodily into a slender girl with a gamine hairstyle, wearing a sequined dress.Belfast bar – latter 1...90s – I’d danced with her, but my born-again sensibilities prevented more.Sequins shrugs herself and morphs head-to-toe into a tousle-haired ripped-jean blonde.Eastern European gal, Kentish high-street weeks ago. Gave me a hey-you smile to die for, but I let it slide, since my relationship hadn’t quite trundled to its final halt.Ripped Jeans. She'd be partially turned to face me. Her face would be pleading. Somehow another button was undone on her blouse. I'd feel my palsy return with its accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach her pencil that was closer to her than to me.Then something happened one day, as if the gods on high, drained by their laughter at the poor mortal suffering mightily below, deigned to take pity on him. It didn't appear that way at first, for it began as the cruelest blow a teen-aged virgin can. ?I think you should bemore concerned about yourself. Or haven?t you noticed your ownfeet???What do you mean?? ?Stand up and see for yourself.? Donna said as George stood upand noticed that not only were his feet were arched like hers, buthis toes were fused together. As hard as he tried, he couldn?twiggle them. ?You don?t suppose??? George began as a look of horror formedon Donna face. Getting her shoes back on, she got to her feet andhobbled over to the park?s public bathroom. A few minutes. All she felt from Amber was a touch of surprise and thenwhen they parted Amber turned her head and blushed. Was she embarrassedbecause of public displays of affection or was there more to it thanthat. She felt a nagging sensation in the back of her mind, likesomething she noticed but hadn't quite pieced together yet. Amber hadalways seemed slightly embarrassed by Melissa's open expression oftheir fondness for each other. In private she had little troublereturning the affection however, Melissa.