Then looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t recognise myself. She had done my hair, my makeup, my eyes were a heavy black and grey, my lips bright...red, and glossy. I didn’t wear a bra, so my 36C bust was barely contained in the dress, and moved about alarmingly, but Amy thought I looked perfect. Amy and I walked to the lift, me in my, or rather her heels, as the G-string rode up my bum. I felt self conscious, knowing I looked like a slut, a whore, like Amy, but she was nice, and she gave me. Margaret called Tamarilla over. "We will be in the mist soon, don't you have a spell to cast." Tammi got a chastised look on her face. She started to nod 'yes' vigorously. The captain reminded her not to forget the crew as part of the spell.Tammi moved to an empty spot on deck and sat cross-legged. Think of protecting herself, her traveling friends and the crew, some words appeared in her head. She spoke the words, "Vyraelol thys ti, tia thol eil more taem". Tamarilla felt the effects of the. I slid up her body and smiled at her.“We’ll just enjoy this as long as we can,” she said.“Good,” I said, my heart twisting with pain. I would show her that it was me she needed. Not her wife. Not her...Daughter...I couldn’t give her a daughter. Hermaphrodites like her and dual-sexed races like me couldn’t breed. I could only breed with another halfling.No, I wouldn’t think about that. I kissed her hard, hugging her. I would make every moment we had together count. And she would realize what she. I turned to look at the lads to tell them I was going over to the lady, but seeing one giving the other a headlock, I realised they wouldn't notice. I picked up my drink and went over to her. I went over to her and she gave me a one arm hug and a kiss on the cheek, as if I was an old friend. I offered to buy her a drink but she refused. We chatted for about 15 minutes - name, age, what we do, where we're from, etc. Her name was Chloe, 31 from Newcastle. After two more drinks each, I came out.