You know, it’s one of those items found in other dimensions, worlds, or in ancient tombs around the planet.”“What do you want with this item?”...“This item, the Bubble Lie, will throw jets of water whenever someone tells a lie, a half-truth, or evades the question by changing the subject. What I propose is: once a day, we will both have the right to ask one question to the other. When the question is asked, the other side has two choices: the first choice is to remain silent, without answering. The basic outline and story idea is always there, but how the story develops is something that just happens.You can dig yourself into some holes that way! I did that with "Wanted".(Janice) Whups, sorry! I have to leave. Thanks Elaine! And I'll look forward for the log! :)(Mindy) Your characters struggle with details of their new fem life, while many other stories do not. Is that on purpose?(Elaine) Yes, it is deliberate. A woman is more than just putting on a dress! She has to cook, sew, shop. You could almost see as much of her sex then as you could see now. So the hell with it, it would probably be better to shower like some other girls do at school, with her bikini bottoms on. Even some of the older girls still did this at school, so nobody would find it too strange when she did it as well.When she was done showering and had put her underwear on, she went back to her room to get her other clothes. She had decided to wear her red pants and t-shirt today.She could hear that her. Chloe, go upstairs and get my laptop. Yvonne, stay with me."Chloe nodded and ran up the stairs. Yvonne followed me closely.The den was used mostly as Mom's office. At one end was a desk built into the wall for her computer and shelves on either side. At the other end, next to the window facing the front yard, there was a table with four chairs. I had hated it but even though I had a desk in my room, Mom and Dad always made me do my homework here. It might have been so they could keep an eye on.