He helped her from the great coffin of a sideboard, sitting her down and feeding her sips of the water. Then in a most unladylike voice she looked at ...im and exclaimed, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE-WE!” he laughed, said “was that the way for a lady of such an order to speak?” Which caused her to look down at her habit and blush, He added that “her guess was as good as his, but he hoped she liked coconuts!” he told her he was Erin, and they shook hands rather formally she saying she was” Andrea,” adding. While I can't now fully remember the genesis for it, I know a good deal of it came from reading Dave Duncan's book, "The Curse" particularly his treatment of those cursed with involuntary shape changing. Over the next few years, I started the story a number of times, never getting very far, and always unhappy with what I did write, and so the concept languished. And then along came the Fictionmania bake sale.Personally, I feel, that the advent of fictionmania, marks the Golden Age of TG fiction. This is ridiculous. After a minute, she decided even a fantasy cant seem this real. She looked around the small cabin and noticed the covers on the bed were a bit messed up and was sure she had made it after getting out of bed that morning. Finally, she walked toward the bed and the aroma of lavender hit her nose again. It was that girl! She had been here. But how, the door was locked? Sammi decided to let it go. The girl mustve been curious, she surely couldnt go talk to her! She couldnt. In the case of The Program, it is required. It is kind of hard to process this new ... cultural norm.”“It was kind of the same way for me,” said Kris. “I never saw my Dad naked and only once in awhile did I see my Mom naked. The only people I saw naked were the girls in gym classes. I liked swimming in the nude at my secret pond, but I wish I could have shared it.”“I never knew that, honey,” said ChetKris told her family and the Krills how, when she was growing on her family farm that there was.