As she spoke and told me of her business, an artist I think, my eyes could not help but wander over her. The top two buttons of the sundress were left... undone, allowing the beautiful globes of her clevage to present themselves. Her hair draped to one side, the other side showing off a long neck, almost erotically exposed shoulder, and the black strap of her bra as the dress had somewhat slipped off the shoulder. All I wanted to do was drink her image into my mind as she rattled on about her life. So listen carefully.”She allowed the silence to resume, as the crowd of reporters stopped everything they were doing, each compelled to listen carefully. Helena turned to Bob Arnette.“You, and anyone else who can understand me,” Helen signed. “Turn off your recording devices and go over to the lawn across the street. Help yourself to some barbecue, just ignore us for now, and I’ll get to you in a moment.”She turned back to the microphones as Bob and two others in the crowd walked over to the. He may have felt the earring in his ears, but the lipstickand eye shadow he couldn't tell without a mirror. He also didn't knowthat even the residue in his hair of his shampoo had been replaced withthe residue of his mother's shampoo. He didn't know that his body wascovered in his mom's moisturizer that she put on when she showered nordid he know his hands were softened with his mom's hand cream."Mrs. Turner, what are you doing here?" I asked.Carl ignored the question as his mother would and. "Feel your chest." Huh? Feel my chest, okay, hey, I got tits but I can't see them! What's going on?" Feel your butt," the old man said."How'd it get so big but it looks the same," Mike said, craning around to look at his rear."Feel your, uh, 'johnson'" the Wizard didn't like to use profanity in front of Dannie, she was a young lady after all."Hey, it's gone but there's still a lump in my pants, like I still have one. What did you do?" I changed you into a woman except no one can see it, not.