A plotter sat in a corner."Have a seat, Jeff. I'll get..." Well, the prodigal son returns," a woman in her mid fifties said as she walked in. Standing...five foot three or so, dark auburn hair starting to gray, her body lean with small breasts and startlingly blue eyes that were sparkling with amusement, she carried three cups of coffee on a small tray. "If you had called ahead, I would have had your coffee maker going," she said, nodding to a small table in a corner where Dave and Evie's coffee. I WANT TO BE A PRETTY MOMMY AND GIRL WHEN I GROW UP. ISHOULD BE A GIRL NOW.DR: WHY DO FEEL THAT?ME: I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A GIRL. I AM A GIRL, ON THE INSIDE.DR: HOW LONG HAVE YOU FELT THAT WAY?ME: ALL THE TIME. I HATE BEING A BOY. BOYS ARE YUCKY.DR: OK, TAKE ME TO THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED HOUSE. CAN YOU DO THAT?ME: YES.DR: WHAT IS HAPPENING?ME: I AM COOKING DINNER FOR WHEN MY HUSBAND GET HOME. I AM WEARING MYBEST DRESS. I HOPE HE LIKES IT.....DAD, I'M SORRY!!!DR: WHAT'S. We told the other women that wewere going to get beautiful. Beverly looked at both of us andsaid, "They won't have to do much to make you two beautiful." Wethanked her for the kind words and said we would see them atdinner. We went back to our cabin, changed into our white satinlingerie, skirt, blouse and sandals and went to keep our beautyappointments. After a few hours of shampoo capes, conditioners, hairrinses, rollers, dryers, nail polish, setting lotion, manicuresand pedicures, Karen. Ghar meh sab bhabhi ko bohot pasand kartey thee aur mai toh latoo ho hin gya thaa par show ni kar ra thaa. Bhabhi ke lambe baal mujhe bohot pasand hain. Ek din bhabhi kitchen meh kuch bana ri thi toh mai v kitchen meh gaya aur bhabhi ki help karne laga who kehne lagi rehne doh vinay par mai toh bas unke sath time spent karna chahta tha, who boli vinay teri koi gf hain toh mai bola kahan bhabhi meko koi like hin ni karti. Fir who boli ni vinay tum toh good looking ho caring v, jo v ladki teri.