Her father was one of those men who had never recoveredfrom the scars of his own childhood and brought them into his familyhome. He was an abuser.Jen...ifer never saw her Mum and Dad fighting but remembers that she usedto think that her Mum was very clumsy as she was always falling down thestairs and getting black eyes.Eventually Jennifer's Mum got up the courage to flee the family home andtook Jennifer with her. They lived in a women's refuge for around ayear. During this time Jennifer got to. "Sorry, occupied," came a female voice. I nodded without saying anything and tried the next door. That room was occupied too. Thankfully, the third room, the one closest to the main part of the store, wasn't.I stepped into the dressing room and tried to relax. Nothing had happened. I hadn't even put on the boxer-briefs yet. But I was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. And the parallel of that image wasn't lost on me. I was about to put on a pair of sexy underwear. "Are you all right? You look like you're about one year old," I told her. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Sylvia replied in that bizarre baby's voice of hers. "At least I'm able to talk and carry on a conversation with you?that's something, I guess. If I need to be changed, I can just tell you about it." The previous day's events seemed to have made us both more adaptable and accepting of strange metamorphoses; instead of panicking, we set about figuring out our new situation. "Can you walk?" I asked. Our car was parked in the garage, thank goodness, my husband had me drive. It was very exciting on the drive (about 15 min) because people could see in through the front and side windows and there was not a lot I could do to not be seen. The drive was fun, and I was getting pretty excited when we got to Lynn’s house, the driveway was already full of cars and we needed to park down the street and walk. It really is exciting knowing that not much is between you and being naked in public, At.