Her name was Heidimarie, and she hated to be called just Heidi or just Marie because she insisted that was not her name. She had been sort of a street...person in the homeless category before being taken in by the convent for training as a food services nun. She had a friendly personality so could communicate with the lowest of the low and not feel in the least bit superior.She had also gone through a short spell after her eighteenth birthday with the use of drugs and booze before her calling to. He turned towards a area the had several dresses and other outfits on racks parked together. As he thumbed through the various outfits he began to feel slightly overwhelmed when he went to buy his T-shirts and shorts he just got mediums but here their were so many more sizes and styles. From petite junior to xxxL misses he didn't know where to start. Holding a dress up to the light a hand touched his shoulder " can I help you with something young man " a friendly voice from behind said He. The maid with the cast in her eye did the serving, and I was intrigued to see how, with her wandering eyeball, she managed to get the food from tureen onto plate without spillage. I surmised that she must 'aim off' to allow for drift, as do the sharpshooters of the 95th Rifles.The Rector always held forth, at considerable length, on some topic close to his heart when at table, seldom troubling to ask me of my opinions on the subject, and if he did he soon dismissed any of my views that did not. I somehow had breasts. A womans breasts. I was about to scream, but noticed that my hands weren't right either. All I could do was mindlessly stare at the hands that I held up in front of my face. They had smaller, thinner fingers than mine, and slightly longer fingernails. I jumped up, realizing that I was wearing some sort of nightshirt as well. In a panic, I started patting my body, finding that I stuck out too far in places, and not quite far enough in others. Horrified, I put my hands down.