"You look wonderful," I responded with a smile. She did, too. I'd missed those soft brown eyes, that sweet smile, those sexy freckles. Damn but she wa... pretty.Dressed in pale green Capri pants, pink Keds, and a lacy cream-colored top over a lacy pink camisole, Keira was edible. I bent in and made her blush lightly by kissing her cheek, her skin soft. My nose detected cucumber and lilacs.Keira's eyes widened. She smiled with pleasure and told me, "That's not an acceptable kiss." Without waiting. It seemed so small . . . like it wouldn't coveranything. But I guess I didn't have much that needed to be coveredright now anyway. I found the front and stepped into it. It felt sostrange to feel the fabric moving up my smooth legs. I squattedslightly with my legs apart and pulled them up over my hips. I feltit expand tightly over my new form. I turned to look at my rear inthe mirror. All that was visible was a small triangle of cloth abovemy cheeks. From their, the tiny thong. It was from her that I got my dark skin and from her late husband from who I received my big fisherman's shoulders, "You want feta with yours Küçük?"I grinned. My grandmother never called me by my given name, the same as I never used hers, not since she had come to live with us after grandfather had died. I'd been seven and I couldn't imagine not having her around. My Turkish was a alright, though grandmother said my accent was still awful. The 'ç' in Turkish was a 'ch' sound, so my nickname of. Her face almost crumpled.“Oh, god,” she said, then made a deep inhalation to stave off losing it.“We know, Heather. While we both think that we have better lives than we did when we were, say, ten, we don’t really have any way to internalize how much different your life is now than a month ago, much less four months ago. Although you may well not have made as much a difference in our lives as we did in yours, we are both still very grateful that you’ve come into our lives. You have made them.