"No, you surelydon't and it's all my fault! I am sorry! I shouldn't have..." I closedher lips with my index finger."Hush, it's fine! Really! You can't...imagine what a dream you fulfilledlast night!!! I always wanted to be a girl or at least to feel what it'slike for a day or so..." I hefted my breasts and continued "... and nowI can. ... Ehm, ... you ... you are not a witch, ehm, by chance? ...andcould make me a girl down there, too? JUST ASKING! Please, don't getmad!" No! NO! I am not a. ”“No, miracles never get any easier,” Xi said, clutching her mate. “Not even for our local miracle worker.”“Hopefully this time he won’t get shot in the process,” Betty said, taking up his other side.Al led the others up the Tandorian equivalent of a ramp, a transparent tube leading from the passage Quichoq had left through, which led directly to the ship. They wandered into a worn circular room, complete with peeling paint and the smell of formaldehyde. There were dead versions of Tandorian. There I saw a man, somewhere between 40 and 50 years old, a little on the heavy side, sitting on the couch and wearing a blue shirt. He saw me and smiled. I told him that nobody was sharing my the room and he followed me down the hall. On the way I told him my name was lana. "You're much sexier than I expected, lana. I am glad that we are doing this." I unlocked the door and held it open for him and we entered. I closed the door, took a deep breath and became a slutty/horny/cock craving. This room was painted white. White walls and white gloss paintwork, shining and clean. I saw to my surprise that there was almost no furniture. Wide pine floorboards, stripped and polished to a dull golden gleam, a three-seater settee in a brown needle cord fabric, a low table, its glass top only about nine inches off the carpet, a geometric patterned rug and some large, bright-coloured cushions. There was something almost monastic about the beautiful austerity thatreminded me of pictures of.