It was a gift of Demonians to read a person's physical conditionthrough direct contact.Fillandra knew the reason why her sister had returned to wearin... hersteel boned corset. She would need the extra support soon to support herback as her condition progressed. She had intentionally been guardingher thoughts to keep Digger from knowing and sharing the information.This was something Bianca wanted to reveal in her own time.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Brennie awoke sore yet. All dead.”“Excellent, Sister Emma. Well, this is the door. The Sistine Chapel, currently hosting the Papal Conclave, one hundred and twenty cardinals electing a new pope. We shall perform the Summoning here. Move those bodies you two. We don’t want Her Infernal Majesty tripping over dead god-botherers on her grand entrance, do we?”“Should we collect some blood?” Sister Geraldine enquired, dragging her charge off to the side.“No need,” said Sister Melissa, stood next to Sister Tori and holding. " "I don't care. Go change." I returned to my room, bitter. I tossed the shoes on and returned to the kitchen. For the rest of the night, my feet were in constant pain. I came to hate those wingtips. When the party finally ended, I was so relieved I actually wore my heels to bed. By the end of the evening, I actually began to resent all of the clothes I wore. The shirt and socks felt scratchy and uncomfortably warm. The socks failed to protect my nail polish - each of my toes were. Herhand felt so strong and large as if it could crush mine at will. I lookedup into Amanda's eyes and nodded my head. "Let's do this."He led me into the pool. The pool felt instantly refreshing just asbefore. I floated in the pool, my breasts feeling extra buoyant. I had toadmit, this body of Amanda's was exhilarating. Every scent, taste, andtouch felt so much more alive. This body was lean and lithe, graceful,and beautiful beyond compare. I looked at my old body and was surprisedat how healthy.