Heidi, it seemed, was less supple than her elder sister. She could only get her fingers to the floor, not her palms. Zelda moved near her and swished ...he rod. “Palms flat,” she rapped out.A sobbing groan escaped Heidi as she forced her hands down.“Keep those legs straight!”The rod tapped the back of Heidi’s legs. She flinched, gasped again...and the legs straightened.Again, Zelda kept them bending over for about half a minute before giving the order to stand erect.More wincing gasps... more. My aunt, on the other hand, seemed to deflate a bit. "Dad gave them to me before I left Virginia. I wasn't supposed to show them to anybody."The fires went out in her eyes and she seemed to deflate a bit more. "Then why are you showing it ... wait! Did you say them? How many are there? And how did you get them through security at the airport?" Yes. Eight. They stayed in a special case in my suitcase until we got here." You haven't been taking them out of the house, have you?"My look went from. The sliding whispery swish of the skirt against my smoothcalves was almost a sexual experience in itself. Also, while there wasstill a jostling tug with every footfall, the bra cups provided asecurity and control that made walking much more comfortable.When we entered the cafeteria, I felt very self-conscious, expectingeveryone to point and laugh at that crazy guy trying to look like awoman. While my discomfort would certainly have been worse if there hadbeen any men present, the looks of those. "Not much scent," she commented."That's not what makes these valuable," the Lion smirked."What do you mean?" Dorothy asked."These are opium poppies," the Lion said."Leave it to the vegetarian Lion," the Tin Man grinned."Opium..." Dorothy mused. "How do you..." Forget it," the Lion snapped. "It takes too long. You want to get to the Emerald City, right?" Right," Dorothy nodded. She looked around her. Growing off away from the path was a patch of tall, green plants."Now those I recognize,".