"Really?" asked my hot brunette slim foster mother."Yep!" I replied, before holding up proudly my course work for her to see, with a big red A marked ...on it."Fantastic!" she cried out excitedly, before stepping towards me and giving me a good tight hug."I knew you could do it, if you just put your mind to it!" she then said, smiling at me.Then she glanced at Angie, before looking back at me and saying "Well, I think this deserves a reward!" Yeah!" grinned my foster sister in agreement.Then they. "Because blondes have more fun thanspoilsport brunettes!"I didn't know how to take a compliment at the time and I blushed whenLeah complimented me. Leah told me much later that it was my blushingwhich led hear to think that I might enjoy becoming one of the girls.I am not sure what I was thinking at the time but I think it was moreembarrassment at the fact that Leah thought this was a compliment, whichI could tell in her way it was, but which most men I knew would havetaken as an insult. In. During the whole process, she never moved, she never made a sound. I carried her to the bath; sat by her as she emptied. I washed and dried her and then helped her into my bed. She went instantly to asleep.The next morning when I awoke, I found her already gone.That afternoon, Alvita and her mother, Vea, returned. Alvita explained that she had to tell her mom about her “cure”. Vea had been very insistent. Alvita said her mom had a tummy ache now and was requesting the same treatment. A. I'll tell you later, while she's polishing my new bootsyou got me with Peanut's charge card."Noooo. I was never good for me when Tyra had one of her 'funny' ideas.It was always something that entertained her, turned on Frank, andutterly humiliated me. At the same time, those all ended up with the twoof them in bed, usually with me kneeling in the hall, or maybe crouchingin the closet, having to listen to their bedroom romping. Her ideas hadbeen growing progressively meaner and now I would.