Looking down, in fear, he saw what he should have known. A long, white nightie was on ' him '. He was still a woman.Flopping out of bed, ' Greg ' ran ...o the bathroom, feeling something on his chest jiggle the whole way. In the mirror was a pretty young girl with a slightly rounded nose, full lips, and curly auburn hair that went to the shoulders. She'd be very attractive if it weren't for the expression of absolute horror on her face." Oh my god... " said Greg, feeling his cheek. The cheek. Michaelina knew she had to finish dinnerbefore she could go up to her room and answer the message. She was sureit was from the guy she had met today. She was dying to answer it, butshe had to wait.A while later, Alisa came up to her daughter's room. She knocked on thedoor and Michaelina allowed her to enter."Michaelina," Alisa said with concern in her voice. "I wanted to talk toyou." Yes Mom." Michaelina, I know there has been a lot of changes that have been goingon here and I wanted to. At the corner of the tavern Beckwith's double row of riflemen had retrieved their various weapons and had formed their ranks with their muskets at the rest in front of them. They was trying to look grim, but a lot of them looked worried if not a'feared. Couldn't hardly blame them. Facing them some twenty yards away was a loose file of horsemen with carbine-muskets in their hands. Lt. Morrison ran right between the two forces and down to where the British officer sat his mount in a bright red. Whilst we were sitting at the kitchen table having a cuppa I said “My legs had been killing me lately and they ached all the time.” “Support tights might help, maybe you should try them.” She said with a giggle. I had already worn her tights and knew how the compression helped so trying to look shocked I said with a giggle “Maybe they would!” “Why do you wear them?” I asked. “It’s because I had an operation for my varicose veins. You can feel the scar here” she replied and lifted her leg up.