"It's not my birthday until next month," Laura replied while meandering over to the funny looking contraption. "And what in the world is this?" Bobbi ...indlessly fingered her dark haired snatch and replied, "And just what does it look like!?!" Laura let her hand run over the dark leather object while answering softly, "It looks rather like some medieval torture device, where on earth did you get it?" "I ordered it out of a catalogue," Bobbi said with a sigh. "Like it?!?" With her breathing. I muttered a stream of angry profanities while Mom gasped and snapped,"Watch your language," giving a meaningful look to Tyler.Having Tyler hear bad language was the least of my worries as themoment but I bit my tongue, pulled my foot out of my other shoe, andthen marched into the bathroom to look myself over in the mirror again.I gasped as I saw my reflection, amazed at just how much my face hadchanged since the last time I'd looked in the mirror. This alsofrightened me a great deal.Last time. I'm very close to both my grandparents. My grandmother recently died and my grandfather has been very sad. I've been spending a lot of time at his house recently. We get along really well. My grandfather is a very nice man. We both like to play board games and play cards when I'm over there. We usually will get pizza and then just play lots of games into the evening. I'll always stay the evening so he has company. My mother is working so sometimes I don't feel like being alone.On my last trip. "OK Mum, if you really want me to try this thing on, go ahead?" Isurrendered feeling stupid.Mum looked up and with tears in her eyes as she fitted the wig snuglyon my head, tugging and making small adjustments. It felt strangeagainst my nearly balled scalp, with wisps of stray hair tickled mycheek. She continued brushing it and fixing the hair in place until atlast she was happy with the result. Then to my total surprise andconsternation she applied a little pale pink lipstick."My goodness, oh.