I didn't feel even the slights tingle ornew ache in my body. I finally had to admit that either it wastrickier than I'd hoped...or more likely...I wa... completely wrongabout being a skitzomorph or shapeshifter. That idea was kind ofscary since it meant that I'd be like this for good."Damn," I winced at the idea of spending the rest of my life as agirl. "No way..."If I wasn't a shapeshifter or skitzomorph, then the chances were morelikely that I was one of those other kind who changed shape. Although virtually alongside the major arterial route, Pollokshields had more of the look of a leafy suburb. The streets Assam drove down were wide and the houses on either side, substantial, red sandstone affairs. The black cab swept into the driveway of one of these houses and they were immediately hidden from the street by the mature hedging and trees. The garden was huge and Shafiq nodded to herself in approval. They would have plenty of privacy and the approaches to the house through the. I never saw him read them.I shouldn't poke about, I knew. It was more than bad manners. The urge, though, was too strong. I might discover, folded up and sealed with a handful of mothballs and left on an upper shelf, the real him. I'd just take a moment, I told myself, just a glance.The second to top shelf was just about his eye line. I had to teeter on my toes. At its rear, behind, his collection of hats, were a dozen black video cases. I wouldn't have paid them any particular attention except. The fingers grew bolder on Marcie’s breast, moving slowly over her breast until the nipple began to extend. Another hand landed on her belly and Marcie’s excitement accelerated.As she herself grew wet, she began to smell the excitement of the others. She recalled a similar odor at Laura’s when she and Jane had lain together, legs and arms entangled as they touched and licked at one another in the wee hours of the morning.Marcie reached out and found a shoulder. She took a half step closer,.