OK, Maggie thought, as they sat down to their shawarmas at the Halal Cafe, I guess now is as good a time as any to tell him.
"Michael, you should know, I met someone, someone special."
"Great!" said Michael. "My little sister is grown up and spreading her wings."
"It's just that, it's just that. . ." Maggie trailed off. Why was it so difficult to say the truth?
"Maggie, is what you're trying to say is that this someone special is a woman?"
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, big bro, that's what I'm trying to say."
"Maggie, I'm not Dad. If you're happy being with women, then I'm happy."
"Thanks. I just wasn't sure what you'd think."
"Yeah, Mom and Dad screwed us all up. Hopefully we can get past that now."
"I hope so."
Michael grinned. "So when do I get to meet the lady?"
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"Wow. sis, you look great!" The master had worked his magic, and Darla's new hairstyle softened her still masculine facial features.
The mental and social transformation of the four blondes into dogs caused their assault on Darla to fade from her memory. She was a happy girl, enjoying feeling pretty and hanging with her big sister.