Every person who saw these collars, saw not a person, but a petgirl. People knew these petgirls were still human, but now knew they were not people, b...t pets to be owned like any other animal.For the petgirls however, changes were not immediate. They could not see or feel the collars until they had accepted their fate as a petgirl. Nor would they believe they were petgirls until properly awakened. They will even help in awakening other petgirls without realizing their own petgirl nature, even. "I'm thinking that the back of my closet door is the best place. It isn't likely that anybody like my roomie or my landlord would try stepping through it while wearing the sapphire ring. Anyway, its a logical place for a mirror."Having already discussed this, Cameron had purchased, per the e-mailed instructions from Malcolm, a wooden door with a 3/4 sized space for window glass sized to fit the closet. The list also included glass for the door, the seven metallic films required and spray. She wondered that she could feel closer to her mother's mother than her mother herself. She discovered her grandparents had been doyens of the Uni's anthropology department. She accepted that some nights the old woman visited elsewhere. In time she moved out and on with her own life but visited often, sometimes staying over in the spare room herself. When visits and occasional help were no longer enough she drove her grandmother about retirement villages and helped her sort and pack. She knew. I did find out soon what her urgency was when she blurted out, "why don't we finish what we started, so I can get home before hubby. His shift finishes at four and I want at least one hour to myself. I don't want him to catch me with this make-up I have plastered on my face."I sure was willing and I told her so. "I set up the light stands, and the backdrop is in place, so let's go upstairs and get started. She followed me up the stairs after she took off her heels. She looked somewhat baffled.