She had blond hair which poured over her shoulders a bit—longer than it’s been for a couple decades; and her accent was a mix of Southern and mid-...tlantic. She occasionally told Lucy to relax in her driving: that she was doing fine.About 15 minutes from the CMNF Club, Hillary opened a small case and pulled out a flask of Jack Daniels, and poured a shot into a small flute: the first of two. While she could put back hard liquor with the rest of the guys—often surprising some men, she sipped most. He was due home in about 15 minutes so I just waited infamily room crying and watching cartoons.When dad came home I gave him a giant hug and so did my sisterand mom, dad always liked getting hugs from us kids. Mom said sheneeded to talk with him in the kitchen, he took her hand and awaythey went. Twenty minutes later both my parents came in and saidif I was to dress as a little girl my sister might let me come tothe party. It was an option but I never dressed as a girl beforeand did not know. ”“OK, why not?” I answered. I bleakly walked around to the passenger side, we both got into his car, and he pulled out of the parking area.“Drag?” he said, as he offered what obviously was more than a cigarette to me. I politely declined the offer.“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you long. Gotta gig myself, but I like, you know, like to get off before I go on stage. And after too, for that matter,” and he gave another little laugh. “And on stage whenever possible.” This one gave him the giggles. I. .."Ouch...," I said as she clipped them and turned the clamps tighter tothe rods. Then she pressed them to my chest.Misty took both my hands and made me feel the huge mounds on my chest,"Candi, hold these still until I say so...OK?" she asked me, but itwasn't a question, I didn't move, just felt the weight on my chest...About 10 minutes later, after she took things out, and put things intothe wardrobe over and over again, "Alright sweetie, stand up and let'ssee your new boobies!"I stood, not.