I think of the chilling inanimate transformations of mynew friend and I wondering how many purses in the world used to bepeople?Lurline said she found...the transformation spell on a website. I wonderhow many hits that site gets a day? How many vindictive women are onit right now? How many unsuspecting men are going to loose theirhumanity today?If it were possible for me to be impartial I would say a lot of timeand effort must have gone into the research behind this impracticalpotion. There must. ’ I was sure he heard my sigh of relief. Nothing had happened since I was released from the hospital and I was beginning to hope that maybe, just maybe, the person had come to their senses, that maybe I could go back to my boring, normal life. Seeing Brent snarling like a rabid dog on the doorstep had disillusioned me of that notion rather quickly. I was ashamed at how frightened I was, seeing him that close, even knowing that Cale wouldn’t allow him to harm me. I hadn’t let Brent see me. Her day had started well enough, having carefully dressed in a prim grey formal suit that subtlety showed off her sensual lithesome figure.She’d had an important staff meeting with her underlings and at 39 she still enjoyed the lecherous admiration from male colleagues, for there was no doubt she was a sexy looking vixen.That’s what frustrated Margo; she could so easily have an affair. Get some proper cock inside her once again. She was bored with her dildos. She longed for a hot throbbing. ”“How soon do we need to begin looking for a new place? It should be something close to Erin’s bar. I hate for her to have to drive a long way at three in the morning.”“Don’t worry, sweetie, we will find the perfect place and raise the perfect family and live the perfect life.”“Can life get any more strange?” I wondered out loud.“Mother.”“Yes.”“Wake up please. It is time to meet us.”“Now?”“We would like to come out now.”“Right now?”“We want to meet our father and mom.”“I’m ready.”“Wake up.