She could be taught. After a while though when the lights dimmed and the music filled the room with soft warm sounds, and she started to kiss me, and ...o lovingly and gently touch me, and run her fingertips all up and down my neck and back. I held her face in my hands, like a nervous bird, barely touching her, and kissed her lips and felt her tongue slip in and slide over mine. I was filled with a thrill I had not felt in a very very long time, not since Cynthia had I felt this sensation of. I stood there for a momentstaring at my reflection before I daringly walked out of my room and intothe den where I knew mom would be. She heard me and looked up."That looks... obscene! But on the other hand, it does tell me somethinghoney; it tells me a lot!" Could I... I mean, do you think I can convince everyone that I'm a girl?Really?" Now that's a stupid question if I ever heard one! You know what you looklike in that...thing, so you tell me!" My boobs are to small mother, and my hips. Very good, that explains so much.”She then looked at Justin with a critical eye. “You’re not wearing anything, but she has touched you. She has claimed you as her soulmate. Yes, I was right. I see how your auras are intermingled. Did she heal you from a grievous wound at some time?”We both gasped, and Justin’s hand went to his throat. She watched him like a hawk. “Yes, she pulled you back, didn’t she? You will forever be tied to her if you weren’t already.”She sat back with satisfaction. Taking. Her transformation has been remarkable, and not just thephysical one. When I had last seen her, Marnie was still dressing onlyin boyish clothes and depressed about what had happened to her. Now hereshe was wearing make-up, heels, and a skirt, clearly very happy and atpeace with herself. Yet by her own admission she had been "draggedkicking and screaming" into femininity and it might never have taken ifnot for one thing.She fell for a boy.Nine months. That's how long it takes on average to fully.