He smiled and put his fingers to his chin, "Perhaps, but I don't think my sister would like that to fall from a box in front of our mother." She patte... his hand, "no, I suppose not, but it was pink." "It is definately pink. Do you have anything less, revealing, perhaps?" "I think I have just the thing." She gave her hips an extra wiggle as she walked back to the dressing room to change. She had a few more outfits ready that she hung on the hook. She came out wearing pink and black halter style. It was then I noticed that her dress was unbuttoned at the neckline, and I could see the curves of her ample breasts, as well as her white bra strap. "Please feel free to call me Gloria," she said. "Very well, if you don't mind," I replied. We chatted for quite some time about our backgrounds, and I learned she had been a widow for f******n years, with a married daughter who lived in British Columbia. Gloria had been an accountant, and got to know my aunt from doing her books. She was shocked. Khadijah. Not a very excitingfew minutes, just a couple of girls chatting and trying to stave offboredom.What was wonderful about it was how normal being a woman felt. And Iwas telling her about today of all things, my transformation by theProphets. And she was fascinated by my story, and seemed to bebelieving me for the most part. She said that her religion too had aprophet, only he wasn't a wormhole alien but a man chosen by the EarthGod to spread His truths. And she said that the way I was. "Don't they feeljust lovely now?"She told him to get in the shower and that she would be waiting in hisroom when he got back to help him get ready."I'll rub some nice lotion into your legs so that they won't itch andthat'll make them all smooth and shiny," she told the dazed andconfused boy.He stood in the shower for what must have been a full ten minutes. Hedidn't know what was going to happen today but he didn't like it; hedidn't like the sound of it at all. Why did his mom shave his legs?.