There was no logic in doing a half job. There had to be a way to protect the boys, after I left. "Does any of you know where they store the weapons?"T...e smallest boy walked over to a wall and pointed, his brain still too jumbled to think straight. I spent a few minutes talking to the boys, and let them get to know me. Soon the boy with the controller came back, with more of his freed brethren. The controller pulled back a wall, and I found twenty four guns, holsters and extra power cells.I took. My grandmother and aunt were fanatical about my remaining smooth andhairless. They felt a complete lack of body hair would effect mepsychologically and reinforce my little girl status (they were right!).Each Saturday I had to present myself in the nude to Aunt Elenore fordepiliation. The merest hint of stubble insured that she would repeat theritual established during that first bath night.Shaving legs, underarms and pubic area resulted in way too much hair inthe tub. The plumbing protested.. . my... god. She knows about my wig. I keep it in a box in the closet; she must have been in there, too. But I beat her to it - I turned and quickly grabbed the wig box and opened it. She smiled and watched as I fluffed the wig, turned it over, leaned my head into it, and stood up as I tugged it into place."Yes, that's it!" she giggled. "Give us a kiss!"As I bent down to kiss her, the long brown hair on either side of my head flopped down into her face. We kissed through the strands, letting my. After a few drinks and dinner we grabbed a bottle and headed home. When we got there I sat Heather down and told her the truth of how I felt. How for the last 26 years I had wanted to make love to her and that I knew before that she wasn't ready for that kind of truth, so I kept quiet. Not being sure how she would react, I sat back and waited. The reaction was not what I expected but truly what I hoped for. She leaned into me and kissed me softly at first, then picking up the intensity. My.