..hi,mom," I stammered."Loren. Honey, it's OK. I look different, right?"I looked her over carefully. My mother was forty-five; she had me, heronly chi...d, when she was twenty-nine. She was proud of the fact thatshe could pass for someone ten years younger. A personal trainer, agood diet, and the right amount of Botox could accomplish all that.Still, there were always little things--tiny lines around her mouth andeyes--that couldn't be completely erased. But whatever had happened, itwas amazing.. . minor detail. That Birubi had a foul bottom, despite recent anti-fouling and would be sluggish ... and the wind was not ideal ... again, minor detail. Steve, like Captain Quinton, dislikes engines, and is determined to manage without.So, having got out of bed at six-thirty, and spent an hour for a customer, moving furniture and covering it with dust-sheets in preparation for a contractor to do some damp-proofing work, I had an early lunch, threw some stuff in the back of the car and set off.. He grinned in approval while i noticed a bulge begin to grow in his trousers.."Seems like we're both noticing something worth approval" I said to the clerk all the while making it obvious to lay a cheeky grin on him,my tongue in cheek..As i reached out slowly to caress his growing bulge, i too noticed a small mirror at the base of the change rooms,and began to realise maybe the approving look he gave me earlier wasn't the style he chose for me, but more rather the Panties i chose to wear all. For me this was going to be the last full week of school, the next week would consist of three half- days and school would be over for the summer. From now until the end of the year we'd be just going through the motions.I heard the alarm go off, stretched out my arm and hit the snooze button. Five minutes later, the alarm went off again, this time I sat up and listened to the radio announcer reporting the weather. It was going to be a hot one again today. Hazy, hot and humid; high in the.