I look away from my note and jog towards the door. I quickly opened the door and as expected my favorite dog came running into the house. It was Abrah...m, our large Saint Brenard. Almost twice my size. "How ya doing big guy?" I said as I knelt down and started petting him behind his ear. We've had Abraham ever since I was ten. My father apparently found him on the side of the road when he was a pup and decided to take him home with him. Ever since then Abraham as been apart of my family.. " Why do you need to do this?" I demanded truculently. Melanie ignored me and tugged at my clothes until I was stripped to the knickers and tights she had chosen for me earlier."Put this on," she instructed, producing a long peach satin nightdress from the carrier."Oh no," I refused."Oh yes," she insisted, pulling it over my head. "Now into bed."Once I was in bed Melanie pulled my wrists behind my back and began tying them together with a nylon dressing gown cord."What are you doing?" I. "I mean I feel like a Leah, like a girl, but I don't knowwhat to do with it. Your mom said to follow my feminine instincts? Idon't even know what that means." Well..." Zach started unsurely, "I won't deny that this is really weird,even for me. But if you say you feel like a girl now, then wouldn'tfollowing your feminine instincts just mean to do what you feel like?"Leah's brow scrunched up in an expression of deep thought, "Do what Ifeel? How I feel as Leah-" She went silent for a moment,. Cooky had short black hair and had a fine muscular physique. Manning strolled around in her now infamous tracksuit bottoms and top. "Here Cooky" she called out "fancy a net I've just pinged Nasser Cobain on helmet"Cooky could never resist Manning and agreed, he donned his pads and helmet picked up his bat and made his way towards the set of stumps at the end of the net. Manning took a number of steps back and began to charge in. She bowled three at half pace, purposely so that Cooky would think.