Oh, it's not what you think. No garter belts or lingerie, none of that. He puts me in the most tasteful clothes, something different each time. Very c...ic. Very expensive. Afterwards he takes them from me and destroys them." He thinks that little of you?"She smiled, resting her head on his chest against a bounding heart."No - he thinks that much of me. Each time, I'm what he wants me to be. Each time is special. And after, it's gone forever. Me, the place, the time, the dress - it's his. Just for you! Be ready for it.”Mairead threw her hands up in the air. After issuing a huff, she gave me a hug. “Good night, Matt. I’m sorry you—” She decided not to go on, instead moving to give Heather a goodnight embrace.“Good night, Mum. I can let you borrow the shoes sometime if you like. But only after this weekend!”Mairead landed a hard swat on Heather’s bum and said something unintelligible. As she walked away, Heather whipped the dust rag at her mom’s backside, which elicited a. I couldn't get anything out of the mascara, it seemed like it was all dried up. I didn't much like the way the lipstick looked, either, I guessed it was the wrong color for me since Ashleigh had dark hair and mine is blonde. But it was an interesting experiment. I thinned my eyebrows ever so slightly again the next day.I realised a few weeks later that my body was still changing. We were jogging, and although I'd bound my breasts up I could feel the weight on my chest moving around a. "Pardon," Rosy queried, caught by surprise. Liz too looked puzzled."All my friends call me DD. Only Mum used to call me Daniel. I think I prefer DD now," he said softly."Oh, OK, I never realised, sorry," she understood what he meant now.When they used his name it must have reminded him of his Mother. Despite Liz's darker complexion, they were alike in just about every other respect including their voices."Right, DD, we will need to be ready to leave at about seven tonight if we don't want to.