A maid met meat the door and took my coat. She took me into a library, where Ms.Diablo sat behind a grand desk."I appreciate you're seeing me, um, Mi...tress Diablo," I said."It's Annie," she said, grinning. "Mistress Diablo is my working name."I nodded. "Well, as I mentioned in my message, my husband is, well,transgendered. He refers to himself as a sissy."She smiled. "She should know," she said, and I reminded myself to usefeminine pronouns."I don't know what to do about it," I said."Why. Spitting and yowling, she stood, and saw her hands.Elegant and fine-boned, they were also powerful with muscle, calloused,but far smaller than they had been. They were also a soft tan."Kuso!" she shrieked, realizing that her voice was no longer a menacingrumble, but a rich alto.Her hands flew to her face, feeling the smooth human skin, no antennae,and tangled in the mass of pine green hair tumbling from her head."What the hell just happened??"~*~Dende had been feeling like something bad had. It contains the spells we seek!" a tall and elegant woman replied.For centuries the society had been trying to unearth Merlin's fabled book of spells. Over time they had discovered that the famed wizard had not kept a single book of spells, but rather had secreted scrolls containing segments of his knowledge all across Britain. Members of their society had stolen ancient artifacts attributed to Merlin on many occasions. Sometimes these artifacts were legitimate and sometimes they were. " Aunty June grunted with effort when she lifted me downfrom the change table, and she half-carried, half-dragged me over to anupright wooden chair near the mirrored vanity unit. She sat down on thehard wooden seat first and arranged her long denim skirt over her lap,and then lifted me face-down over her knees. My left arm was trappedagainst her lush body, and my long blonde pigtails brushed the floor fora few moments. My feet waggled uselessly in the air, the frilly yellowlace trimmings around.