Charlie had only joined the family a week prior but a routine had already been established and they need it like the back of their hands. As soon as h...er father left she took Charlie out for a walk around the neighborhood, it was perfect to keep him calm and relaxed, otherwise he was always full of energy.Upon returning they retired to their shared bedroom, Sarah took her place on the bed, while Charlie took his place on his own bed set up in the corner - it was a crude construction of Sarah's. “CQ, CQ, CQ, this is Shirley, K4SAA calling CQ for any station whether you are a ham or not. Over.” She would wait fifteen seconds or so and call again.“Why that frequency, Shirl?” I asked.“It’s the maritime amateur frequency and was very popular. I figure it has the best chance of having someone tuned to it.” She continued to call for about half an hour. She then started tuning upwards in frequency by five kilocycles and calling repeatedly before doing it again. She continued doing this for. The woman looked as though she'd rather choke than eat my food, but she was hungry and when I urged her to think of her baby she eventually succumbed.As soon as the bedroom window had secure bars on it and the bedroom door had a secure bolt, I untied the woman. She immediately flew at me, trying to hurt me with her flailing fists, but I managed to catch them and hold them securely until she calmed down.Next morning I left the woman locked in the bedroom with some food and drink and a toilet. I can feel something like slacks on me,a soft kind of shoe, I guess, I feel a shirt or something, and like alight sweater over that, and now that I'm thinking about it, Idefinitely feel a brassiere. I know what they feel like and this isdefinitely one, and not a tiny one either. And I feel my breasts.Oh...my...god...breasts! And then as I slightly move my head, I feelmy hair, and it seems shoulder length. Oh, my god. Is there anythingstill there between... Oh, my god. I'm a woman. What in.