The right glove leapt from the bed and unfurled itself across my hand to my wrist. As it did so, I watched my hand change, the fingers becoming slimme..., the nails growing longer, filed and shaped, painted red. My skin lost its dry, wrinkled texture, opting for something more smooth and delicate. At the same time, all the body hair fell off my hand and arm, all the way up to my shoulder, all of which had begun to tingle.Before I could even realize that my left arm was still out to defend me, the. "He was asking me some stuff and I told him that you'd be better to ask since you're a girl and you've been through it yourself." I could now see that my older brother was beginning to blush as well."So, you have questions, is that it?" Well, kind of, really more of, um, could he like see what a girl looks like? Like up inside and all?" Paul asked.Well, here it is. My brothers wanted to see me naked. I guess I'm not surprised knowing the way my body has changed in the last few years. I've got. ’ The vice-principal nodded and went out. Charlie looked at his lap. He was bending and straightening a paper clip. He wondered how long he’d been doing it. ‘Thanks, Sharon.’ She patted his hand. ‘No problem.’ She paused. Then, ‘Tell me about your Jenny.’ He talked for twenty minutes, and cried a little more. He didn’t tell her everything, of course, but enough to get the drift. ‘Twenty-seven years?’ she whispered. He could only nod, and then he said, ‘I haven’t heard her voice for–‘ He. "I've had my eye on him for my daughterfor a long time." Your daughter, my ass," came the rejoinder from the cubicle next to ours."You'd like to hang all over him yourself." The first lady's half-hearteddenial was interrupted by a "shoosh" from our next-door neighbor. I heard alittle scuffling and was embarrassed when I glanced up (not interrupting myactivity of course) and saw someone peeking over the partition looking downat me. I lifted Christie's tight skirt and put it over my head. The.