We talked more about each other and ourselves.Reggie had always been an adventurer but she wasn't a tomboy. She loved to dress and put on the dog but ...she also wanted to play without worrying about what others would think. She enjoyed taking pictures and sewing, of all things. I thought she was fooling about the sewing machine but I soon found out that she had a machine that would be considered industrial by most standards hooked to a computer that could run a small country.I let her in on a. I had to go into town to do some shopping so I went into a lingerie shop and bought her a black set. Half cup bra, thong and suspenders. I also bought some black stockings and a couple of pairs of stay up stockings, also in black. These I left on her bed.When she came home she went straight to her room. Coming down a few minutes later with the underwear in her hand she looked at me. “What do you think I am going to do with these?” She asked.“Well I did say if you behaved I would get you some. Over the years he had stuck his nose into many a dark corner, and had lived to tell the tale. So, he wasn't about to be put off by an officious middle-aged park ranger in a funny-looking uniform.That night Charlie was back. The cottage loomed darkly under the full moon, unlit and empty. It was unlocked.The flickering beam of the penlight showed the same well-manicured interior he had seen in the daytime. There was the open guest book. He looked. His was the last name in it. What the hell was he. They also piercedmy ears again and put in gold studs. Mom had left me there, telling meshe had some errands to run, so when she returned, I was all done andwaiting for her. In one day I had gained my own boobs, a very nicewardrobe, had my hair and nails done, and never felt more feminine.When mom set her eyes on me for the first time I thought she was goingto faint."Megan! You look so different!" Like it? Jenny said I would look good in this cut." She was right honey, you look.