"Missy, come into the living room."Missy, come into the living room. We have guests." The demure, girlish form standing in the foyer heard the words coming through the closed doors to the room. Missy looked at her image in the mirror on the wall and saw a person she hardly recognized. Well, she recognized herself, but the reflection was not what she was used to seeing by any stretch of the imagination. Perhaps if she was lucky, the visitors with her Aunt on the other side of the door would not recognize her either. She raised a well manicured hand to the side of her head, patted a curl into place, and couldn't help but notice how natural the feminine motion appeared. The thought sent a shiver up her spine. Missy quickly reviewed her appearance in the full length mirror. She wore a tea length, white chiffon dress with a circle skirt that fell in soft folds over her moderately full petticoat. Her ankles peeked out below the hem of the dress through blush pink hose, and she stood on white leather pumps with four inch heels. |