Just accept that this is who you are. And ifBrit is going to be here much more often, I'd like to buy her lots moreclothes. She's going to need some ...ore pretty bras and panties, nightiesand petticoats. And a few dresses and skirts and blouses too. She can'tkeep borrowing my shoes, either, can she?" Gosh, Zoe! If you really don't mind me being her, I'd love her to haveher own clothes. I love you very much for loving me. I've been thinking alot today of how I was before last night and I've. " Linda told him. "Wrong, when we get home, I am going to change into a pair of your jeans, and a T-shirt. Then tomorrow morning I am going to change into that little boy from the Goodwill Store. Then we will work out the rest of the problems." George tried to sound firm but Lucy's sweet soprano voice betrayed him. What came out sounded just. . . cute. All his performance lacked was a stomp of his petite foot at the end. Linda couldn't help herself. She began laughing. George just got angrier,. He always does."Sally swallowed hard. Any more of this and she would either scream out loud, or yell at her mother and tell her did she know her Dad was unconscious, in a coma, dying. She felt a chill inside as she wondered how she would cope with her mother looking down on the shrunken, wasted frame of the man she had loved and who would soon leave her. How would her mother cope - afterwards?They were able to park in a disabled slot right in front of the main visitors' entrance and as Sally. That made me well over six feet tall. Something else new.“Oh, Bullshit!” Suzi retorted, from the corner retreat she had boxed herself into.“No, seriously! Come look!” I backed up, slowly, and looked over. Yep, my dress, thong, bra, and heels were all laying on the floor, strewn in a mess, along with a pooled mass of hair. It was the same dark brown I wore. Or had worn? Well, that explained the hair.Suzi started to warily move over to where I was indicating, and I slid sideways to stand over my.