"You see, this mundaneperson has stumbled upon a misfired spell and the spell that set youfree, and we don't want her to be endangered from what she's...seen." I can accomodate," the spirit said."And," Stacy interrupted. "Our dear friend Kurt here was casting when wecame in and broke his spell." She hesitated. "We thought he was introuble, and tried to help him, and wound up causing all this damage andruining his spell." I can see the residue from a misfire. It is a tainted presence here,"the. Lo and behold, Ky had left me a message.6:32PM Kyle Anderson: Hypno time. My place. Faggot!My hand shot up in the air right as I read that—luckily the parking garage was deserted. It took me a few seconds to force my hand back down. And with that a night of masturbation and soul searching had been replaced with a night of hypnotism that I feared would worsen my decline. A bet's a bet, though. God damnit, I thought.It was about seven thirty when I reached his apartment. Weirdly enough, I can't. Sitting him down, across from her in their den, she began the task of recounting everything that happened from start to finish.She was distracted by her transformation continuing to advance its progress as she spoke. The morning’s infusion was still working, she could feel her body changing, and see her skin and figure refining as she sat there. As she had been warned, she could feel the growing feeling of horniness in her sex. The tingling of her body and endorphin reactions was amping up as. I’ve got an important meeting. Or, at least, I did have. I bet the partners have all gone home by now.” She huffed. “There I go again. Telling you stuff. Do you have a gag in that toolbox? You could use it to shut me up. I wish they’d hurry up and fix this damned thing.”Her breathing returned to something approaching normal, but she was still sweating. So was Jim. It was a hot day and with no air conditioning in the small metal box, the heat was intense.“I’m sorry for going on so much,” she.