Then he turned his back on me and refused to discuss it.’ ‘Oh.’ I said. ‘Men can be such ass holes sometimes. Maybe he’ll change his mind in...the morning.’ She shook her head. ‘He said some very cruel things, Sandi. He wanted to know who put those silly notions in my head. He told me he’d be staying at the club until I went back to the way I was and agreed that I would ‘conform’ to the accepted standards of dress and conduct.’ ‘What are you going to do?’ I asked. ‘I can’t do what he asks,’ she. There was nothing quite like the despair when thebeautifully elegant heels you find, on ebay or somewhere similar, turnout to be too small or too big or too pointed or too ugly.Then and there, dressed in my dress, my breasts, hips, vulva - myoverwhelming womanhood - I felt natural and confident. I drifted throughthe racks of shoes like a superficially bored cat - never missing athing. But which ones first? Sandals, boots, courts - some lovely MaryJanes? I picked up one or two, examined. But just then we heard the garage door go up and I had to scramble back down stairs to plop in front of the TV as mom came in the garage door. Lynn dashed into her bathroom to wash her cummy and gooey hands."Hey, kids," mom called, "Come help me with the groceries." She looked at me sitting uncomfortably with my legs clamped tightly together to keep my boner from sticking out. "What is up with you?" she asked. "You look like you are in pain. Are your thumbs bothering you right now?" Not much. Kuch bhi mat bolo. Mai itni bhi sexy nhi hoonMe-: nhi yr kya bataun tum kitni sexy ho…Man karta hai ki…Lady -: kya man karta hai handsomeMe -: kuch nhi bas aise hi..Lady -: bolo na kya man karta hai plzzMe -: tum bura maan jaogiLady -: nhi manugi promiseMe -: okk , mera man karta hai ki tumhare saath ek raat bitaunLady -: tum toh bahut fast ho yrMe -: kya kare mdm fast hona padta haiLady -: kya karoge mere saath raat bita ker keMe -: woh toh milke bataungaLady -: bolo na plzz…Me -: nhi yr milke.