" I owe you an apology for last weekend," she said.Oh. I couldn't help it. I started laughing. And Terry, bless her heart, started laughing right alon... with me."Okay," I said after we finally stopped. "Let me take you out to breakfast and you can tell me what happened."Terry borrowed a bathrobe and trooped upstairs to the women's hallway to take her shower. She came back to tell me how much she liked the women I was going to school with. And how impressed they were when she told them about my. Rambo was no ordinary cavy. A rare Inca Blue, he hadearned the dozen or so ribbons and trophies above thefireplace before retiring from the guinea pig fanciers’shows at the ripe middle age of four. As for his name,he had earned that during his stud days. Normally male guinea pigs are peaceful animals, evenduring mating season; but Rambo had made short work ofanother male who had foolishly been left in a commoncage just before one of the females went into heat. Thehapless male’s. The idea was to dress up in a long dress, do her hair, put on a bit of make-up, and just generally drop the tom-boy image. Make Jack realise he has been blind all these years and finally see what a beautiful young woman she has become. That was the plan. Last night was not really an ideal time; she was going to wait for the next time they went to the cinema or for a walk, when they could be alone. Such is the way with plans, you can make them, perfect them, but there will always be something. Kristie loved the yellow panties that she got. But when she asked my wife to get her more all she k**dingly got back “Go ask Jimmy (that’s me) to buy you some! He’s the one who loves to buy those anyway!” I’m guessing my wife was just trying to embarrass me. Little did she know.Fast forward half a year and I started to accumulate panties of different varieties for Kristie. Thongs. Hiphuggers. Lacies. Tangas. Pink. Bright Red. Sexy Black. Sequined Purple.I knew Kristie would be visiting us in.