I can probably have Gary come meet you, tonight, here. You can put on some of your mom's finger nail polish and lipstick and makeup and all. And her b...londe wig. And I'll give him a call to come meet you." It was so great to be told by my mom's boyfriend what to do as far as becoming her. I mean, he was the one who was attracted to her when they met and had kept coming back to see her every weekend, for years. Now, it was like he was my coach telling me how to look like her and be as sexy as she. With my outfit set, my make up applied darkness set I set out with my corseted friend, my bff’s first time out to the fetish, who had gone all out with a mock necrophilia look, and me, reasonably realistic girl.They went in the usual manner, queue up for ages to get a small drink that you’ll finish within seconds and repeat. My blood alcohol hadn’t reached the level where I could walk up to strangers but I could chat to people stuck in the queue and badly flirt. At some point, I have no memory. So during break I had booked time with one of the college coaches, he would give me time in the batting cage and tips on how to improve my game.When I got there I wasn’t the only high school student getting assistance, most of them were with parents who you could easily see came from money.The time with a coach wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t really expensive either.One thing that became apparent from my research which I hadn’t realized, was I could be ambidextrous, most of my research in other. "Endith, how large was it?" One of the biggest I've seen this year my lady?" She answered, getting slowly to her feet. "This one is larger than the storm last month."Tarifa turned back to Martin. "Normally they last for only a few hours, but the large ones, as this seems to be, could last up to ten hours. The storm we had last month lasted for twelve hours, so potentially this one could last even longer."Martin nodded slowly before turning to head for the command center, Tarifa's hand falling.