We had a maid who had a daughter and lived at our home only in the servant room. 2-3 days passed by and the maid’s daughter was very beautiful she h...d a wheatish complexion and had good body figure. I came to know she was 18 years old I usually stared at her when she would work in my room. She had seen me many times staring her but smiles and don’t say anything her name was pooja.One day when I was in the kitchen I heard pooja crying in her room and her mother scolding her. I came to know that. ..I wanted to..." I understand Cathy, but you have to understand that when a girl wearsperfume she makes boys notice her! Is that what you want? To have Billnotice you?" I said nothing of course. "Being a girl is more than justwearing the clothes honey, and it's also more than a lifestyle. Theclothes help define us, but how we act is just as much, if not more, atrue reflection of ourselves. You wanted to become a girl, and I let youdo this for a while because you needed it, but now that you. "Francesca's face broke into a broad and mischievous smile."How are we going to get through that bulkhead, Frieda? (and forget my rank out here - I was just having a cruel little joke)" I don't know Fran. I really don't. I think there must be another way into that part of the hold. Somewhere under all that mess is a way down, I'm certain."Francesca nodded. She was trying so hard, as ever, to recall all the details of the ship on which she had spent a mere seventy two hours, mostly below. "Well," I said, "maybe later." Justine! Look! You've bitched about getting short changed in the looksdepartment for as long as I've known you! And now is your chance tochange that and you hesitate. Why?" she said."I don't know. It just seems sort of creepy to me. You're my guinea pig Iguess. I'll see how you do later. And then maybe..," I said."Thanks. Thanks a lot," she said."You asked," I replied, as I walked away from the machine. I was gettinghungry. It was time for breakfast. And coffee! I.