An Ordinary Joe - Peter free porn video

I wish to thank Carolyn and Belle Starr who got me writing again. I reserve all copyrights and rights to my works, if you wish to download/copy - please ask permission first. That does not mean your Carolyn. An Ordinary Joe - Peter By Anna Feie That night with Peter was very illuminating, as I had previously mention he is a university student. We had a shared interest in the art form of female impersonation we still do, although these days he or rather she has moved on to another life that limits my contact with her. She has married a day trader who keeps her very busy with their lives. If I am lucky, I get to share updates with her about once every 2-3 months. I am getting ahead of myself; Peter and I spent that evening and most of the night talking about our passion. Peter never tumbled to the fact that I was genetically a male. After the club, we continued our conversations on all topics beneath the sky, first a local all night eatery then just sitting in the parking lot of a Target till the sun peeked at us. We parted company as friends with an exchange of telephone numbers; I was having second thoughts about changing his life. I warred with myself for a period of weeks that turned into months. In all that time, Peter just kept changing my mind that he would be outstanding as my assistant and play toy, the war continued till Peter himself settled the question for me the next Halloween. He asked for my help in putting together a costume. I was surprised because Halloween was still 4 months away. If you could see Peter, you would know his problem. Peter is just over 5'6" tall and skinny as a rail, he weighs less than 130 pounds. His idea was to be Mae West, I suggested that we look at different idols that we both admired, I mentioned Gwen Steffi, Yvonne DeCarlo, Marilyn Monroe, Bettie Paige, Madona, Coccinelle, anyone of the Vargas girls or a caricature of all or none. Peter replied to the Vargas suggestion - HUH?? I laughed, showing him my portfolio of the Vargas girls drawn and painted by Alberto Vargas. As we talked, I playing the devil's advocate to his questions we got around to me. He had noticed several oddities, most pronounced was my overly generous bosom. At 42 F, it was very noticeable. I told him my story; he then had questions upon questions that he wanted answered. I did answer many, but ignored the ones I felt were too personal. Peter wailed, moaned and cried that we had to get working on the costume. I was alarmed at the carrying on. I kept quiet knowing he would tell me why he was so agitated about this costume and Halloween. He had tried, he said, really tried to get away from the urge to dress up. He was uncertain about his sexuality he was attracted to me. I was surprised at his vehemence of his pronouncement; I was heartened to learn of his desire. I felt more for him than as just a mere friend. We had been through life over the many months, we shared sorrows and triumphs - we shared triumph of his graduating with his Masters; we shared the lost of his mentor - his uncle. We shared nights of staying up talking, of studying for some test or working on a research paper or the preparation of defending his thesis. We had done it all - we were best friends. I told him if I helped, he would hate me. He laughed it off. If we used his suggestion - Mae West, I told him was a small woman, only 5'1". Her measurements were 39-27-39 as described by her or 38-24-38 if you believe Edith Head. Peter's waist was 34; his chest was 38 and his hips 36. He had work to do. In the movies, it is reported that she wore high heels with a 6-inch platform. If he wanted to do any other woman, we would have to do research. It was during this period that the idea of him becoming my assistant started to brew in my mind. Ahhhhh! What I give for a good frosty head of root beer. We just decided that Mae West would do. Peter would have to learn a lifetime of feminine deportment and especially Mae West's mannerisms. Before we went further, I told Peter that he would have to follow my directives without fail if he want to be his idol - Mary Jane West aka Lady Lou aka Mae West. Without thinking, I noticed he agreed. Woe be unto him! I began by locating and ordering films that Mae starred, "Night after Night" with George Raft, "She Done Him Wrong" with Cary Grant, "My Little Chickadee" with W.C. Fields; I put Peter to doing research on her. We learned that she neither smoked nor drank alcohol. A few days later, I had Peter move in with me telling him he had to live, look and work as female. I showed him his bedroom, full of silks and satins, a 4 poster bed with canopy, a trapeze bar hung down from the ceiling, the closet empty except for a few items of clothing. I told him it would be soon full of clothing items, the drawers full of lingerie and the shoe rack brimming of shoes. I did not tell him that the lowest pair of shoes he would be permitted to wear was to be a pair of mules with 3" heels. Previously, I had taken his measurements and started the process of obtaining clothing items. He stammered why did he have to wear so many clothes - I grinned and giggled witcherly. A week later, the packages started to arrive. First in were several packages from Cameo of Canada with his panties, bras and garterbelts. As an extra bonus, the order had several pairs of full seamed stockings. I told Peter to go upstairs to the bath in his room, he was to disrobe, and I was coming up in a few minutes. I came in into the room, laying out an ivory satin full panty, matching bra and 8-tab garterbelt with stockings. I joined him in his bath, I laid out the shaving items - a package of disposable Venus razors, an Ivory handled straight razor, a strop, shaving soap, a silver twirl handle silvertip badger brush and a few washcloths. I could have used waxing on his body, but this was more intimate and it was essential to build trust between us. I used the handheld shower sprayer to wet him down before lathering him up each time; I used a new disposable Venus for each new area - back, legs, arms and lower chest. That left his upper chest/nipple region, under arms, face and pubic region - front and rear. I used the lather brush and playfully lather each area, then with the straight razor I carefully shaved each area starting with his breast region, then onto his under arms, each stroke of the straight razor held at 30 degrees swiftly removing all hair. I stropped the razor before I did his buttock, he felt each stroke - I could tell cause he shuddered at times, I had to hold till these shudders subsided. When I finished he was free of hair as a Brazilian wax can give. The last two areas - his face and pubic/penis and sack. I had him recline in the examination chair; I covered his face with hot towels to prepare for his facial shave. While the towels were softening the hair on his face, I was rubbing his body with an emollient rich lotion to alleviate any dryness of his skin; it was my specially prepared lotion of Shea butter, Vitamin E and Aloe Vera. I gave him time calm down, as I was readying to shave his face. I removed the towels, swirled the brush covered with lather around his face, laughing when the brush, accidentally deposited lather on his nostrils. He smiled sheepishly; I admonished him to remain quiet. Then I swiped his face clean of whiskers with the straight razor. Before he could remark intelligently, I covered his face with the unscented lotion then covered his face with warmed towels to relax him. He blushes oh so very nicely. The last area, his pubs - I used warm towels to gently swell his hair around his wang and sack, then used the brush and lather to soap it well before taking the straight razor to it. I worked my way around the area working my way in towards the center that was his penis and balls, like a maypole it rose. I finished quickly as I could, did not want to lose my chance. Using warmed towels, I cleaned the soap off his pubic, penis and balls - then I parted my lips a little, I swirled my tongue across his tip. He bounced. I stood up tell him he had to remain still for this last procedure. I pulled straps across his chest, wrists and legs before I split the legs of the chair apart. I lowered myself to his cock, that beautifully bare cock that was showing signs of life on its own. I flicked my tongue across and around his cock and sack like it was a creamsicle I played with it, shucking on it, washing it with my tongue till I felt the rumblings below, at that moment I engulfed that beautiful pole going down on him, holding myself rigidly till I had absorbed every bit of cr?me he had. I came up for air, catching my breath and using a warm cloth to wipe the excess off. I stepped up by his head, taking the cloths off his face and kiss Peter forcing my tongue between his teeth and into his mouth depositing the mixed contents of my mouth into his. I murmured to him to swallow, keeping my mouth clamped onto his. I stepped back, telling Peter he had to take a soak while I got his new clothing ready for him. As the tub filled, I had him toss in a handful of bath beads to help his skin soften again, then soak for 20 minutes or till the water-cooled. He came out of the bath with a flush appearance; I took the towel from him and dried him off. I had him stand still while I smoothed over his skin a special formula of skin lotion scented with Cassini, a fragrance that I had used for over 12 years. His arousal had returned, I dealt with it again; I flicked my fingertip sharply across the tip of his head, it deflated the situation. Once it was done, I had him lay down on the satin coverlet of his bed. I measured and marked where his custom-made breasts would fit, I applied the one part of the two-part adhesive to his chest, then attached the micro 6 pronged hooked grasper to each of his nipples; the warmth of his body would insure the thermal graspers shrank to hook tightly; this would insure that he felt each caress, each stroke of his breasts. Each breast form was attached; the two-part adhesive was permitted to dry, then a needle was inserted into each breast through the nipple and a vacuum pump was turned on creating a vacuum between the breast tissue and prosthesis. The edges were feathered out creating a seamless fit, they would have to be removed washed and reattached every 21- 30 days according to the instructions. I led Peter back to the examination chair patterned after a gynecological one. I had him sit, reclining the chair. I raised the chair's height up to allow me a closer examination of his testicles and penis. I examined the penis and testicles maneuvering package until I had the testicles pushed up into the body cavity, pulling the scrotum around the penis pulling the penis backwards towards the arse, gluing the folds of skin together using a medical grade of super-glue. A realistic vulva was formed. Peter shuddered. According to the research I had done, this method had to be redone every so often. I allowed Peter to sit up, stand up showing Peter how to put on his bra by reversing the bra, closing the hooks, had him lean forward to settle his D plus forms into the shelf of the bra, the nipples peeking out through the lace, I flipped my tongue over the tips of his nipples, had him stand up and slip each foot and leg into his panties. I knelt in front of Peter putting his garterbelt on; he asked why it had 8-tabs, I told him the extra tabs would keep his stockings more firmly as I reached up under his panties to pull the tabs down through the leg openings. I allowed my fingers to wander, stroking his fresh skin; I felt a shutter from him. I felt triumph. He was mine. I walked him over to the exam chair; I swung a table in so he could rest his hands while I gave him a manicure or pedicure. He wiggled his cute fanny back into the chair, extending his foot to the footrest. I gave him a pedicure; ending with OPI jeweled burgundy enamel on his toes. They shimmered as he wiggled his toes. As his toes dried, I had him sit up and extend his hands while I gave him a manicure and acrylic extensions lengthening his nails out to a ? inch, not a great pain but it would take some getting use to the nail extensions without poking his eye out or gouging himself. I finished with the same jeweled burgundy nail polish, when done he had 10 toes to match his 10 shimmering fingernails. I could not keep calling Peter by his name or her him; I gave Peter instruction to think of a name for himself since he was going to live full time in a feminine mode. I suggest a few names, I gave Peter an hour to consider what he wanted to be called, if he had not chosen by then - I would name her. I continued to dress Peter, having her extend each foot towards me while I slipped a pair of beige seamed full foot silk stocking up his legs. As I knelt to attach the welt of the stocking to the tabs, I kissed the inside of Peter's thigh, adjusting each tab to hold the stocking welt tightly. As I looked look over my handiwork, I could not help but feel satisfaction over how this was working out. Today it was just going to be, panty - garterbelt - bra - stockings - shoes - skirt and blouse. Those thoughts quickly went out of my mind. I decided to do her all the way. I brought out of her drawers and closet a corset, chemise, full-slip, a pencil skirt and blouse 6 pearl button sleeve closures and 2 pair of heels, one was a simple 3" heel sandal - the other a 2 " platform and 6 " heel shoe giving her a choice. She chose the black patent leather - cork platform shoes, I helped her into each shoe - she wasn't paying attention till it was too late, she heard the tiny click of a padlock being closed. I had padlocked each shoe onto her feet, she wasn't going to remove them without my permission, and I was playing with her psyche. I wanted her to become enamored with the games I was going to play with her. I held her hand as she walked over to the bed where her clothing was laid out for her to wear. I powdered her chest, and then wrapped the corset around her middle, pulling the laces tight, it was then she noticed the corset matched her panties/bra. I reduced her waist a mere 3" the first time, not wanting her to feel so breathless. I had her step into the matching satin slip. I pulled it up over her hips, passed her waist letting her slip her arms into the straps of the slip and gently worked them over her breasts/bra; I showed her how to adjust the straps adjusting the fit to conform to her body. Gingerly she stepped around getting use to her heels, I held out the 6 pearl button closures at the wrist long sleeve blouse in an ivory crepe. I buttoned the tiny pearl buttons at the wrist then did up the back buttons, she would need my help in removing the blouse. Then came the pencil leather skirt with satin lining that zippered and closed around her swelled hips and narrowed waist. So with each movement, she feel the restriction of her movement associating it with her new found femininity. A wide heavy black belt was placed around her waist to further emphasis her corseted waist ensuring her association with her new life. Then it was back to the makeup chair, I place a satin lined rubber cape around her before sitting her down turning her away from the mirror I began applying her makeup. I examined her skin, deciding what if any areas need further moisturizing. I next worked with lighter colour concealer than her skin tone to cover any blemish area, then came the foundation, which I blended with colours to match her skin tone exactly. Working dots of foundation into her skin let me play more tactile games with her as I had admonished her to keep her eyes closed. As I was using a cr?me blusher, I did this before applying the setting powder. I started the blush from the apples upward to her ears, just enough colour to show off the beauty of her face. I stepped back to exam her, selecting eye shadows to use. I started this with a bit of primer quickly applied to the lids of her eyes. I lined her eyes with black liquid eyeliner, I chose and used a soft olive, gold and charcoal shadows from MAC. The Gold and Olive to pick up the flashes of colour in her hazel eyes with the charcoal lending transition between the black of the liner and mascara. Using Maybelline Great Lash in Blackest Black, I applied several coats of mascara waiting for each layer to dry before applying the next to lengthen her lashes. I told her that she would have to get use to wearing false eyelashes eventually. I took out of an amouir wigs in various states of complexity, all matching Peter's colour in dark auburn with light auburn highlights. Showing Peter the different wigs, I picked out the wig with a long hair style I put it on her head, adjusting it then anchoring it to her own hair with hairpins. I turned the chair towards the mirror, letting her feast on her reflect image in the mirror. I could feel her vibrating in the chair with emotions ready to explode. I reached beneath her skirt and slip and found the spot I wanted, I flicked my nails lightly across her inner thigh she levitated off the chair onto her feet where she collapsed to the floor moaning breathlessly. I covered her; letting her rest...I had her! I realized that I had made an error; I cleaned Peter up as best as I could without having her take her clothing off. I pulled off her soiled panties, collected a fresh pair and a sanitary belt with an overnight napkin. I had her step into the belt, telling her that this would help protect her satin finery; then again the panties were pulled up around her pretty cheeks. As she came back down from her orgasm, I knelt by her talking to her, comforting her, letting her know her welfare and well being was paramount in my mind. I asked her if she would accept my rule, my direction of her life for the foreseeable future. I helped her to the bed in the room, letting her lay there beneath a satin comforter; I stepped from the room closing the door giving her some time to think. I had won. I gave her a few hours to rest and think about her life ahead. When I again entered the bedroom, I found her up and moving about. I asked her for her decision she gave me her consent. Life for us was about to become quite complicated. I was to have a new submissive and her - a new dominant. Life was to be good. I asked her for her choice of name, she said she had not decided. I chose Callie or callie cause she is like a beautiful gift to me. I told her she would refer to me as Miss, Mistress or Lady Cat when we were at home or in private. Out in public she was to defer to my judgment. Her training was to begin immediately; I got a puzzled look from callie. I took her into the bathroom; there she learned to douche herself. Then I inserted a couple super plus tampons into her, and then I had her step back into the sanitary belt changing the overnight pad. I pulled the straps tight, snuggly covering her neo-vagina and up into her crack. She wiggled and shuttered. Leading her out of the bathroom back into her room, I laid out another set of satin lingerie in deep green; panties - bra - corset - girdle - long line bra - full slips and a dark grey pair of stockings. I helped her undress removing the shoes, belt, blouse and skirt. She rolled down her stockings, the jewel colour nails shimmering in the low light. We tossed the articles aside as we changed her clothing and lingerie. I held the satin panties for her as she stepped in pulling them up around her soft cheeks and sanitary pad. The corset in green satin brocade was next, I wrapped the 30-inch satin and steel stay corset around callie and pulled the strings, working the edges towards closing together, tying them off quickly. I had her grasp the trapeze bar; I locked wrist restraints on callie, raising the bar till callie was tippy toe. I untied the laces, then began pulling the laces harder bringing the edges closer, repeating the actions until the corset was closed from the top to bottom, I tied off the laces tugging them into the corset. I lowered the trapeze bar, unlocking cuffs. A mere 4 inch closing was not going to be the final destination for callie's waist, I fully intended to get her down to a 26 waist or smaller. After callie caught her breath, an open bottom high waist girdle came next, it had added padding to the sides and rear panels. I closed off the hooks and eyes then pulled the zipper up. Along came the new bra as well, a couple satin slips were also laid aside for callie, fresh stockings were added to the pile of clothing. I was slowly putting callie into her armor, next came a long line bra in a 38 D, her breasts overflowing the cups of the bra. I closed off the long line bra's hooks; callie's corset was undercover now. Covering the corset so keep callie from trying to get to her laces. I attached the several hook and eyes of the bra to the girdle creating interconnecting support for both garments. I led callie over to the bed, told her to hold onto a post and had her step into each of the slips working them over her padded fanny and chest, she slipped her straps over her shoulders settling them into place I adjusting them for a proper fit. I brought out her next item, a long hobble skirt in black leather lined with the same satin brocade as her underwear. The skirt had a chain sewn in around the hem for added support. Her blouse was a light green semi- translucent crepe with multiple buttons closures at the sleeves and it buttoned down the back. I had to button her in. I led callie over to the exam chair beside the mirror, I had her sit her padded girdle arse down. I walked over to the shoe closet returning with a new pair of shoes - 3-inch platform and 7-heel height covered in black patent leather. Callie expressed surprise, excitement and reservations about wearing such an extreme heel so early in her training, I reminded callie we only had 4 months to accomplish her training. I assisted callie to step out of the chair, she was wobbly but game to accomplish this whim. The hobble skirt plus platform heels would insure callie took only small mincing steps. We walked out of the room, down the stairs holding onto the banister until we got to the first floor level, then she set out walking herself not easily but gamely. I am so very proud of callie. I helped her to sit down in a bar chair by rising up and mooching her delectable fanny back onto the seat. I pour each of us a glass of wine; sharing our new experience. Callie inquires what is next, I tell her she will be living in those or similar shoes till she can dance across a floor with a shake and shimmy slink like Mae. I tell her she can be an accomplished Mae, if she wants to be. We sip our wine, speaking to each other voicing our thoughts. I got up from the counter, pulling out my portfolio dealing with Mae again. We sat discussing what we needed to do to turn callie into a great Mae West. I noticed a blunder I had made, I got up and literally ran up stairs to get the jewelry callie should be wearing. While I was gone, callie continued to leaf through the pages of the portfolio dealing with her costume. I came back bringing with me a jewelry box that I told callie was her's. I had her open it, taking out what jewelry she wanted to wear, when she did not remove enough, I took a hand in selecting the pieces she would wear - heavy screw back chandelier earrings guaranteed to pull the earlobe downward; large gaudy rings, rhinestone necklaces and a ladies watch. As she attempted to put on her jewelry with failed attempts, I again came to her rescue taking the earrings first, placing them on each earlobe and tightening the screws down till callie cried "stop". Her necklace of the dark emerald green 10-ct. rhinestone dipped lustily towards callie's d?colletage. It hung just above, giving off sweet whispers of what waited below for the lucky one who got to sample her wares. Callie had managed to work her rings on her fingers, changing their position till she was satisfied. She leaned her head from side to side, curiosity written on her exquisitely made-up face silently asking why I had her wear such heavy, flashy pieces. All of it was to reinforce her forced femininity. I sat back down, asking her what she wanted for dinner she replied, "whatever". I said it was her fault if she got something she didn't care for. I got up, helped callie up and we moved into the kitchen. I opened the butler's pantry and took off the hooks a couple pinafore aprons, hers in green with "subbie" embroidered on it, and mine was in navy with white polka dots. "Mistress of All" embroidered on mine. Then I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the fixings for dinner - fresh spinach, lettuce, onions, tomatoes, carrots - for a salad; 2 - 4 oz. Steaks for on the salads or plain; blue cheese for the salad or on the nuked potatoes. We got to work and within 30 minutes or less we had dinner for two on the table. I offered callie another glass of wine if she liked, she accepted. I was still nursing my first glass of wine. After dinner, we did dishes together - she washed, I dried and put away. That done, we retired to the living room with tea in hand, to talk about today, how she felt, what was planned for tomorrow, what the future would hold - a wee bit of everything. I suggested we get comfortable. I led her back to her room, up the stairs - she managed the stairs with relative ease. I was amazed she was doing so well, she shared a secret with me - I thought I knew her fairly well, she revealed that she had taken dance lessons. She loved the waltz, Latin dances styles, and swing styles. That was another passion we shared, I had a thing for the waltz and ballroom styles, just something else for us to share on cold winter nights. I had her sit on her bed while I unlocked and removed her shoes. I rubbed her foot to relax the muscles and ligaments of the foot and leg. I unbuckled her belt, laying that on the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt - holding it while she stepped out of it, unbuttoned the buttons at the wrists and back, letting that drop to the floor. I helped her out of her slip, laying that aside for laundering. I undid the hook/eyes that incorporated the bra and girdle, undoing the bra - letting that fall down her arms. That was laid aside for laundering as well. As I turned away for a moment to select her satin nightgown, she undid the tabs of her girdle, rolling the stockings off as I had shown her. They were laid aside in the dirty pile, and then came the girdle and panties - they too went in the dirty pile to be hand washed before bed. The laces were untied, busk was unhooked the corset being taken off and laid aside. The last item was her sanitary belt and its soaking pad with all her girlish juices. The pad was wrapped in tissue and tossed in the trash. I led her into the bathroom, where I had her remove the two tampons, they were deposited in the toilet and that was flushed after she had sat and completed her business. While she was doing that, I had gathered up the lingerie/stockings to be laundered and taken them down the hall to the laundry room. I do not believe in having the laundry room in the basement or on the ground floor since most of the laundry is generated on the second floor. I showed her how to remove her makeup; I left her to do that, admonishing her to wash her face well after taking the makeup off. I told her to moisturize her face and neck with my facial lotion; it would do her until we picked out a scent for her. Then I showed her what lipstick to put back on when she was fresh-faced, Loreal Infallible in Merlot. It would not come off during her slumber. When she came out, she found on her bed the azure blue satin gown; with it was a sleeping corset. I waited for her, still clothed - soon it would be her time to assist me with my nightly routine that was to become part of her life with me. I gave her another sanitary belt to put on with a new napkin, then came the panties over that to hold it snuggly against her body. The sleeping corset was not made for figure training but for maintenance or a reminder of a Domina control of the subbie. I closed the edges down; estimating the approximate waist callie had at the moment was around 31/32 inches. Over that, she dropped the floor length gown. I ordered her over to the exam chair where she sat; I bought out a pair of 5-inch wedge heels in satin. These I buckled and locked on her feet, thrusting her upward and off-balanced. I grabbed her as she stood, waiting till she reclaimed her balance. She looked at me expectantly, asking why the new heels when she was going to bed shortly. I replied those heels are for sleeping in, another reminder of her growing femininity. I handed her, her robe and told her to follow me to my rooms. She ran after me to keep up, I admonished her to take shorter steps and roll her hips when she walked. We got to my rooms, I opened my door, shooing her in. I told her what she was to do; first she was to do help me sit down so she could remove my heels. I had been in my heels all day; it is hard on your feet, muscles, ankles and legs when a gal wears 3-inch v-platform with a 6-inch heel. While I love platforms, I wanted to show callie I wasn't afraid to do to myself what I expected of her; I had my platforms cut in the shape of a V. I had to have strong ankles to wear them, but I feel that callie was worth the effort. Then I had her unbuckle my belt, unbuttoned and help me remove my silk blouse. Callie unbuttoned and pulled the zipper of the pencil skirt I was wearing down, assisting me with the wiggling down and over my padded hips the skirt, holding it so I could step out of it. I told her to unhook my bra, letting my breasts spring free of their confinement. I rubbed them, flicking my nailtips across my nipples, feeling the shivers of pleasure going through me. Then it was girdle time, the stockings were undone from the 12 tabs surrounding bottom of the girdle, I lifted each foot and leg letting her roll my stockings down, drawing them off and adding them to the pile of laundry to be done. I stroked my vulva letting the sensations storm through me getting me aroused more. I was hot for callie. Next came my navy floor length nightgown. I went into the bathroom to remove my makeup and wash before adding a touch of lotion and Cassini. I added a coat or two of matching lipstick. I was going on the prowl. I grabbed my robe, slipped on my mules and help callie pick up the dirty laundry. I told her where to take it. While she was off doing that, I hung up my skirt and belt, putting my shoes back into their spot on the rack. When she returned, I was waiting - giving her a choice, downstairs to talk, her room or my room. Since the time was nearing the witching hour, she chose my room. I told her to get comfortable while I went off to turn out the lights; she came along hold my hand. We went downstairs, into the kitchen making sure the doors were secure, the food was put away; the dishes were dry so they were put into the cupboard. We went back into the living room, turning out the lights and securing the deadbolt and bounded up the stairs like giggling schoolgirls. We were! We were going to learn by playing show and tell. Goodnight all!