" Why do you want some filthy refugees?" They will farm for me. I will help them get started and the granary will fill this time. When you recruit, yo... will find some of the Picts joining our number." Who wants the Picts? We can't trust them." The Picts are not as good at fighting as we are but they can kill our enemies with some help. If you treat them as equals they will think they have found a home. They will protect this land because it will be theirs too." This is our land not theirs. Why. "First you must see me as I am," he said. Magically he was no longer on my shoulder—dreams don't necessarily follow physical laws of motion—but on the sand in front of me, his tail now touching my wrist. "It will seem strange to you, but it will not be frightening."And he morphed, right before my eyes. The part of my mind that was observing all this knew for sure right then that this was dreamtime, of course, but his body seemed to flow like water for a moment and then settle into a. I slowly beganto regain feeling and movement throughout my body over the next halfhour, wriggling and struggling as much as I could as I did so. My handswere firmly rendered useless by the rope as I struggled, trying my bestto ignore the wobbling and jiggling of my boobs and the smooth caress ofmy blouse.When I could, I stood up on those heels and leaned forward as best Icould to keep my balance. I'd never walked in heels before so my firststeps were awkward and Bambi-like as I slowly tottered. It seemed like every time that it was my turn I had to change a messy diaper.Ms. Singleton's rationale behind all this was that it gave the rest of us training when we would have children of our own.The dress I wore to the mall showed off every bit of my new found femininity I had, including my long legs, my figure and cleavage. From the stares I noticed from the males at the mall, I must have caused many woodies.At the hairdressers, I finally received a perm. For the last four months I had.