Up the stairs was a crude lab full of test tubes, beakers, and various other pieces of chemistry equipment.Four people worked among the beakers wearin... elbow-length rubber gloves. Their concoction seemed to be unstable. Without even a slight understanding of chemistry, I had no idea what they were doing, however, each time they moved it from over the Bunsen Burner to a cooling rack, they all seemed to hold their breath, and you could cut the tension with a knife.Othneal showed me the process,. For my eighteenth birthday my friends my friends and I got roaring drunk andwe ended up in a pub in the middle of a drag show. Even though I was drunkI can remember loving the show and how good the drag queens looked. When one of them discovered it was my birthday she came over and wrapped herselfaround me. My friends thought it was hilarious, but I found it exciting in a waythat I didn't fully understand. 'Jamie! Jamie! Wake up sweetie.' I felt someone gently shaking myshoulder and I opened my. Leaning closer to thereflected image he scrutinized that face. Flawless skin, pert lips, andthose eyes sleek and beautiful. It was so confusing. He felt a desire build within. The stress of the transformation and theimage of the woman he had become all called out for relief. He wanted tofeel anything other than these complex emotions. He slumped to the groundand extended his legs in front staring at their shape. Stroking eachthigh John stared at the girl in the mirror. His feet popped out of. .. I don’t ... want you to get the wrong idea, or-”Behind her, Luke Skywalker was disarming a wompa. I decided to disarm this sitch with the same weapon Luke did: Honesty. Forthrightness. And maybe a lightsaber. A lightsaber of feelings. I took Alex’s hand, my voice soft. “It was always real betrothed for me,” I said, nodding. “I mean, you were basically cool as pool right from first glance.” I grinned. “Everything after has just been cherries ontop of a hairless, delicious, vampire pussy.