There was my mom’s old wig, a bra she was going to throw out, a red sweater and a pair of black slacks she never missed. Best of all by a very stran...e fluke of genetics I could fit into my mom’s shoes. That’s because I took after my dad’s side of the f****y. They all had tiny feet. With my transformation complete, I checked myself in the mirror adjusted my wig and walked out to show Gigi. ‘Oh my God! s/he squealed walking up to me. ‘You’re adorable!’ But then with a wink s/he got in my face.. I, of course, already knew all about the curse from my friends, but Mom didn’t know that. Everybody’s mom used the same book. The little maternal chat was coming and I’d act “delighted to have these new mysteries so thoroughly explained,” per the script.It was hard to wind down after a birthday day, I realized after readjusting my pillow for the tenth time. Too many things to ponder. Maybe I should finish “Mystery of the Ivory Charm,” though I’d already figured out the ending before Nancy Drew. So it was me and my lovable sister Madeleine. Madeleine or Maddy as I playfully call her bears striking resemblance to my mother. Both of whom had sleek auburn hair, kind blue eyes, full lips with their cheekbones presented ever so high. Their pale white skin could camouflage against the whitest snow. Maddy was still on the cusp of womanhood as she was 18 years of age. However she still had a darling figure which caressed anything she wore, which was entirely opposite to my mother with her. Mike said: “I will find out how ordered this orgasm machine so I can thank him or her for sending it.” He walked over to the box and looked again at the label on it to get information on it. It was from Mike Rosetta and us at KWOF. It was addressed to Linda and all the Rosetta girls.Mike used his computer and used Google to bring up Sybian to find the cost of this wonderful machine out it cost less than $1,400 including shipping. He thought about paying back however paid for it. And he.