This was Jeff. You know? The one who wasn't a sissy.Eventually the conversation started slowing down and my mother went intothe kitchen by herself to ...get some snacks and a drink. My aunt offeredto go with her to help her but my mother said she could handle it. Ineeded to go to the bathroom and I asked my aunt where to find that asthis wasn't the original house I had visited her in when I was a child.She walked with me part of the way and then pointed at the place and Iwas ready to go there.. Par maine apne upar control kia. Jab aunty bahar thi to maine apne kapde change karne shuru keye.Abhi aadhe kapde bhi change nahi hue the ki aunty aa gayii. Ab agar change karna band kar deta to kharaab lagta. Is liye mai change karta raha . Maina apna lower phean liya aur hath dhone ke liye bahar chala gya jab main wapis aya to aunty so chuki thi . Aunty ki saaree ka palu latka hua tha aur unke boobs blouse mein dikh rahe the aur unki saree bhi jhaango tak thi , mera land khara ho gya maine. The ride was very embarrassing, I felt sure people could see my rings, and I looked like a hippie, without my shoes. Susie comforted me with the thought that much worse was to come. (Did I say comforted?)At eight we arrived, went up in the lift, knocked on the door, and I entered. Susie sort of disappeared. Mr Jenkins (Sir) was at his desk, and I stood as I had been coached. He waved his hand vaguely, and I whipped off my dress and handed it to him, then back in position, feet apart, hands. I started tohyperventilate a bit, realizing that I didn't want to be 4 foot tall. Iwould be helpless at 4 foot tall. I reached out with my hands to touchthe line on the wall to make sure it was real, but my memory of how far Ishould reach to touch the wall was off. My hands didn't reach at firstuntil I stepped closer. I looked at the hands, my hands, and theyweren't right, but they were paler and just had a tiny hint of blondhairs on the backs of them. They were petite, and that scared me..