But it's what you said, Australia is us, it's what we make of it, and so here I am. Now that I know about you, I have to help you."There was a pause, ...nd they both looked at each other in silence. Once again, Shahia's chest was heaving. Chris decided to wait it out. He'd rocked her boat, he needed to deal with the consequences, and right now that meant that he'd let her take the lead. He had to admire her self control; though she was obviously upset, and Chris could only imagine how much, she. So everyday Madhu started coming to my room for chatting and sometimes elder bhabhi use to join her as well.We use to chat and eat food together, since everyone in the house is out, kids gone to school and men gone for work. Elder bhabhi use to live for upstairs since kids use to come home at 3 and she has cook for them. So I and Madhu use to chit chat. She uses to bring her threads and starts talking to me and knitting the sweater. We started to become open and talk everything.One day I took a. When I arrived in her apartment it was pitch black except from the candels lit down te corridor, guiding me to the bedroom. Feeling the blood start to rush away from my head and into my cock I proceeded hastily down to the bedroom. I opened the door, expecting to see my lover but there was a note and a pile of clothes on the edge of the bed instead."Put me on x" the note read so I dutifully got undressed and began to robe myself in the clothes she wanted me to wear. A matching pink bra and. "Isabella! You're Isabella! Isabella, I want mycoffee!"What in the world was this? Aunt Victoria seemed lucid enough when I cameto visit, but now suddenly she wasn't. If she thought I was Isabella, shewas hallucinating. I wondered if people could go senile overnight. Thestress of the quarantine couldn't be helping."Why aren't you dressed, Isabella?" she asked, still clutching at me."Why are you wearing boys' clothes?"This was getting seriously weird. OK, so I looked like Isabella, but Iwasn't.