She waves a hand as she shifts through the costumes on the rack.“Think of how funny it would be, I would bet you could win a contest if you went as ...o Peep.” She says.You think it odd that she mentioned a contest since the cover charge for the party was twenty bucks which went into a pot for the best costume. “But wouldn’t I need…um…breasts to be Bo Peep?” You say, almost embarrassed to say breasts in front of this elderly lady. She turns and holds up a short dress with a frilly lacy lining and. I had pleaded with her to change me back, I promised that I would never return to the obnoxious person that had been Paul Parkins. She laughed and told me that she had no intention of making me male again ?You are a girl and will remain that way?. As if by magic, Mei Lings magic, I had started my first period as she spoke to me. The pain and discomfort was something that I had to experience every month. ?You are really a girl now, you will have to be really careful that a little whore like you. At first he was smiling, butit quickly turned to a frown. "Brown hair tonight?" he asked, soundingdisappointed.Iona nodded. "A wig. Unfortunately, a necessary precaution for mewhen I go about in public. Otherwise, my hair would make it rathereasy me to be recognized." Of course, of course," Makar nodded accommodatingly. "I mustapologize for whatever rude remark my man must have said to you for youto break his wrist like that." What did you want me here for, Makar?" Iona shifted the. He felt almost ... optimistic. Some of the weight on his shoulders had dissipated and he noticed the difference. Perhaps, with luck, he could make his way in this new world.He’d become a coffee drinker in the short time he’d been in the apartment. Just one cup, and only in the morning, but he noticed the affect the caffeine had on him. What he wasn’t so sure about was how he would spend his time during the day. He had no obligations. There was no lawn to cut or car to wash. No ball game to get.