Helena's daily routine involved periods encased in her Plastolite shell and it was certainly the case that she made an amusing addition to my accommod...ations. Unfortunately the effects of her imprisonment were, at best, temporary.Certainly while Helena was encased in her Plastolite shell she became, of necessity, subdued. Unable to move or to express herself she did, as I had imagined, become turned in on her own thoughts. Released from her casing, though, she soon reverted to her original. Meet me in the kitchen."Mary dried quickly and looked on the bed for her clothes. She found a red garter belt with red stockings and the 6" heels. She dressed and then dried and styled her hair. The make-up was not to her liking but to Lisa's liking.She took a last look in the mirror and saw a 35 year old woman dressed or rather undressed made up like a teenager. She felt ridiculous but she marched down the stairs to the kitchen. Lisa was sitting at the table eating eggs with a slice of ham and. Holding the weight of the family in our arms, together. We stayed there as if time had stopped for just a moment and it was an eternity.I turned around and looked back at my mother who was standing in the room with you in her arms, smiling and crying, so full of emotion. No one said a word for the first 5 minutes that we were in the room. We just let the riptide of emotion that we were feeling surround us. Drawing us closer, as only a family can be drawn.Just as the words, "What are you gonna. ”Nod.“Your legs look sexy by themselves, don’t they?”“Yes.”“So in stockings, they must look even more sexy, right?”“Yes.”“It’s sexy when men look at your legs, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“And so it must be even sexier when you’re wearing stockings, because even more men look at your legs. Right?”“ ... yes.”There was hesitation there, but she did agree.“You like feeling sexy, don’t you?”“Yes.”“You like how sexy your legs are, don’t you?”“Yes.”“And so you must really like it when you’re wearing.