.. but what the hell?/My feet started moving again, trying to act as calm as possible.Something else felt off, but I couldn't pinpoint just what. I s...oved myhands in my pockets, and my pants still felt a little loose on my waist,so I ducked into a shop. The day was already starting out interesting,and I needed some new jeans anyway."Welcome!" a perky voice said from behind a display of button-up shirts. I could see a mop of red hair, but not much else. "Anything I could helpyou find today?". Carefully, My Mistress strapped the shoes around my ankles. "Well, Martina," she smiled. "What did you say about not really understanding a person until you walked in their shoes?" * * * * * I found the clothes limited my mobility a great deal. The shoes were definitely not made for walking long distances, and the tightness of the corset made it difficult to bend down. I also had to get used to my new breasts which seemed to get in the way, and the long nails which made a simple task,. "Are you saying all the clones are the same? A bit prejudice of you" The Captain accused in a humorous way. "I'm not saying we're the same person, but we do share a lot in common even in personality. For example the 98's we all like sour over sweetness. Or the 97's have a much dryer sense of humour than any of the other templates. We still have the same quirks". Parsus finished, receiving a knowing look from his CO. "Yes, even though each of them had a bit of a different personality, we had a. Now, how could she have known that?Should I have told Mom and Dad about my gift when I first discovered it? No, I think I had done the right thing."Goodbye, Mom. I love you," I said out loud, then broke down and cried for my loss.Through the remainder of July I was busy. There was a will. Mom left everything to me, with a couple of exceptions. I was already co-owner of the farm, so there were no taxes on it. But both the state and federal government took another hefty bite from the same money.