Like, maybe once a year or so she'd take me to a beauty parlor for a"trim" and as a result, my hair hung almost a foot below my shoulders. Iwas like, ...Mom, I really don't want to have it that long. Why can't I getit cut shorter like the other guys?" But she kept coming back with,"Well, one of the agencies might want someone with long hair to model forthem, so you've got to keep it long. If they want someone with short hairwe can always have it cut shorter." So I had to be careful to shampoo. "Thandy, what happened thith time?It wath different!" I'm not sure, Dave." Sandra replied, stifling a chuckle. "It might be because this device worked on the brain's DNA to transfer memories,only when it dropped, the device changed to transfer the bodies DNAinstead." Looking at Dave, she finally let out a big laugh."What'th tho funny?" he demanded."I--I'm sorry Dave." she chuckled. "It-It's just that you look so sillyin those big clothes and that lisp, ha-ha, that lisp makes you look socute.". Yvonne was soaking threepads a day. "It is just your masculinity going darling," Lizsmiled. "You will have to endure this for quite some time. Theschool has my explicit instructions as to what is to be done."They arrived at the train station. A porter loaded the trunks onthe train. It was a half day trip to the school. Yvonne would bepicked up in a limousine at the station. Liz kissed her goodbyeand said that she would be visiting at the midpoint of theschooling to make sure all was well.With. This person’s preferred victims were mostly female, which led authorities to assume it was a guy, but they were wrong. It was a woman, tan-colored skin with blonde hair; not her natural color; she dyed it. Her hair close to the scalp was still a brunette color. She was somewhere between 250 and 300 pounds with huge, flabby arms.She didn’t pull these jobs off alone. In order to keep up with the intended victim, she had help; she had talked her boyfriend, a slim, athletic fellow who was a little.