The image in my mind started to change from a fat longhaired to a fityoung man; I felt a tingle run through my body as I let the image sinkin. I barel... noticed, as my dick became hard pushing out my shorts, thepleasure in my body increasing as I convulsed in bliss.The pleasure began to concentrate in my groin and chest, as my always-sensitive nipples became erect. The image in my mind began to change.My waist started to shrink and my hips flared out. I felt my legs shiftin their sockets as my. This seems really strange."Jennifer turned around and looked into Peter's eyes. Grabbing on to the photo frame more tightly, she whispered, "I'm scared, Pete. What have I done?" It'll be ok, Jenny. We'll figure it out," Peter comforted her as he guided her to sit on the bed.Peter continued, "Let's see, do we have other photos of you that we can look at?" Why do you want to look at other photos?" Well, I have an idea. Maybe the spell changed all of 'your hair' to gold in this room. If we can. Unexpectedly, I letout a low moan."Ahhh. Uhhh." Opps, sorry. I don't mean to ..." I explained myself urgently.My face felt like it was on fire. Oh man! I'm so ashamed ofmyself now! I hoped he don't get the wrong idea."It's all right," he laughed it off."Uh okay, thanks. May I ask you a question?" I inquired timidly."Sure."I gulped hard and began, "Erm, are there other patients like me?The backside accident sort of thing."He shrugged, "Well, I shouldn't be discussing this with you. Butyes, of. “But first let me tell you my problem. In this country women live secluded lives in harems. Children stay there also, with their mothers, until they are twelve years old. Then the boys leave the harem and live out in the world, you might say; girls, on the other hand, cease to be allowed outside the harem at all, or at any rate only with a heavy escort and dressed in an abaya.”“What’s an abaya?” she asked.“Oh, much the same as a Poor Clare would wear, but with the face hidden also. To continue,.