”I turned and glanced back at Allison. “Did you understand any of it?” I asked.“Yeah, not all, but I got most of it,” she replied. “I’d ...et much of it, but then I’d hear the Vietnamese and lose a few words and then it would flip back to English.”“How... ? Oh,” sighed my sister, the realization suddenly blossoming in her expression. “You got an ongoing translation as it was happening?” The tone of her words spoke of her awe, rather than the doubt and skepticism I’d expected.“Yeah, it was. The spell that had made me into a woman had worked its magicon my mind and emotions as Walid and Amira had said it would. I couldbarely imagine now or remember what it was like to be a man. Perhaps myrigorous training at Walid's oasis had changed me, but I doubted thatit was the only reason.That was several months previously. More and more I had put the memoryof my past life into a small corner of my mind and taken on the role ofa respectable wife. I had worked hard at my little cottage and it. " Katie slammed the telephone down in frustration. For the third time, she punched the telephone number that Meg had given to her, and she got the same result.FUCK! She couldn't believe it. Either Meg had mistakenly given her the wrong number for her cell phone, or she done it on purpose. No, she thought. Meg wouldn't do that to her. And she was right. In fact, Meg HAD made a mistake, and given her the wrong number. The week before, after their eventful get together, Meg had transposed two of. Amy: Okay. Don’t take long.She turned and was now lying on her stomach. She has a nice butt. Fuck! Why am I thinking this? She’s my daughter.Me: Listen. I have a shirt that you can use. If you don’t want to ruin your top.Amy: Yes. That’d be nice. Dad. I’m not wearing a bra. You’ll have to go out of the roomMe: Of course honey.I went to switch off the lights in the other rooms while Amy changed. She got up and took her top off. My shirt was in the cupboard. She took a white shirt and wore it..