Not much had changed around the town when I drove through, until I pulled into the driveway and at the door was this Tall, very sexy blonds Woman in a...short skirt and a braless tank top, at first I thought I lost my way, but when she cried out my name, I realized it was my little sister! She went from this awkward light brown haired pale flat chested girl to a Hot blond with a Fantastic body. I was excited to see her, but couldn't believe the thoughts in my head when I looked at her! my. ‘Take this, just in case? I’m on all night. Just ask for Joe.’ I pushed it into the side pocket of my handbag with a smile. ‘Thanks.’ He nodded, gave me one last concerned glance then drove on, leaving me alone in the dimly lit street, the roar of the engine fading into the distance. Right then. Pulling my coat around me more tightly, I looked up at Drew’s flat, somewhat surprised to see there weren’t any lights on. For a split second, I knew a moment of regret. Perhaps it might’ve been wise. As for being able to pass, well, I personallydidn't see it, but then again I've been looking at my face for yearsand knew where all the "male" features were. Hopefully, the publicwouldn't. I have to admit that I did look a little like a brunetteFergie with glasses, and I noticed I looked a LOT like some of thephotos of my mother that were taken when she was my age, just with adifferent hair color hairstyle. I guess that settles the possibilityof whether or not I had been adopted...A word on. I'm in a house occupied by four kuzkardesh gara, and whatever abilitiesthey've identified in me are valuable enough to justify keeping me hereagainst my will.They want me to join their hive.To add my gift to their collective subconscious.Imagine living in a street where everyone starts the day with a cup of teaexcept you, who always have coffee. One morning you walk into the kitchenand instead of coffee you make tea, because that's what you prefer firstthing. You don't suddenly think of.