Shapes began toappear then... one of them began to glow... and glow... and... suddenlyexploded with light... my body was on fire... I felt, my skin, b...nes...were melting, flowing altering... I threw up my arms to shield myselfagainst more... and froze... my arms were lean, soft, hairless...feminine... as were my hands. My fingernails were slightly longerand... painted.As I lowered them I spoke. "What..." My voice sounded odd..."Nothing to think about. You are now a fine, and sweet looking. Judge not. Only judge yourself. Her fantasies slip into her mind at night when she is most vulnerable, forming from the swirls of almost- sleep thoughts, little universes of lust growing out of nothing, brushing her belly, awakening her body. She doesn’t feel she deliberately calls them out, but there they are, and they are insistent, full-color images of sex with this man or that from her job, movies, even her church. Sometimes he is anonymous. It really doesn’t matter. They didn’t used to. Mrs. Archer shot back that Connie didn't need friends who would talk to her like that.Courtesy came naturally to Dex, and his training reinforced his natural politeness. There are limits, however, to what any fifteen-year-old can take. Before they had even left the entryway, and before Gerald had joined them from upstairs, Dex said, "Mrs. Archer, Donna is my very best friend and the finest young woman you will ever meet. It would be better for Connie to have friends like Donna than those who. I will take your body and use it how I see fit because it no longer belongs to you. Nod if you understand.” A sense of deep satisfaction filled him when he saw her nod her head.River was terrified. Two nights ago she was attacked and brought to the castle and stripped naked. A woman washed her and forced her into the humiliating outfit she now wore. Three men strapped her down so that makeup could be applied to her face. Those same men dragged her to the dining chamber and put her in a cage.