.. suddenlyexploded with light... my body was on fire... I felt, my skin, bones...were melting, flowing altering... I threw up my arms to shield mysel...against more... and froze... my arms were lean, soft, hairless...feminine... as were my hands. My fingernails were slightly longerand... painted.As I lowered them I spoke. "What..." My voice sounded odd..."Nothing to think about. You are now a fine, and sweet looking blondewoman... Only one problem remains. Your mind. I can fix that."He gestured.. .. I didn’t know what.The guy found what he was looking for; a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A moment later he was lighting a cigarette with his left hand cupped around it protecting it from the slight breeze.I holstered my .45 and stepped forward, moving quietly but as swiftly as I could manage while he was blinded by the flare of his lighter. He never made a move, so I guess he didn’t hear me behind him. Gathering myself, I took the 2x4 at one end, holding it like a baseball bat and. I’ll stay up as late as I can, occupy myself with the little overnight events until Saturday morning. When I’m fairly sure Megan has woken up tomorrow and left the room, I’ll head back there and... uh... air the room out, somehow. I still have my keycard, after all. And, then I’ll sleep. The obvious downside to the plan was that if she forced herself to stay awake all the way until mid-morning tomorrow, she was almost sure to sleep through the rest of the convention for the day. I’ll miss out. MarionGary's secretary, 5'-6" tall, 145 pounds, 36B-28-34, 50 years old, brown hair, blue eyesMargieBelle's and Mel's mother, 5'-1" tall, 130 pounds, 36B-30-36, 37 years old, red hair, gray eyes, freckles, not cuteGeorgeBelle's and Mel's father, 5'-9" tall, 170 pounds, 40 years old, blond hair, green eyesCindyGeorge's sister, 5'-3" tall, 125 pounds, 38D-24-36, 36 years old, long blond hair, green eyes, beautifulProf. Fredrick MartinPHD Cultural Anthropology, 5'-10" tall, 180 pounds, 63 years.