There was an increased volume of muttering from the assembled lords on either side of the marquee at this blatant demonstration of independence. Trudi...'s face remained emotionless.After several minutes, there was a stirring at the southern end and Sir Austen Neville, in full regalia and accoutrements of the Winsor Herald King-at-arms, entered to stand before the raised solid 'throne' facing the Lords,"His Majesty King Harold the first."And then turned to face the throne upon which Harold seated. . a bit of a surprise, ma'am. Forty-two days ago, a female MORF with, if we believe everything she gave us, unusually extensive teleport and chronoport capabilities, appeared in the main command center in NORAD. She delivered a documentation package to us before taking her own life. The chips she left, with video, stills and written material ... provided us with more history than we wanted. We are still sifting through what she delivered and we still have only gone through a small percentage of. I slip my hands down to the apex of my thighs. There is moisture there, soaking through my nightgown. My hands come back up, pulling the hem of my nightgown up, over my thighs. I raise my ass off the bed slightly, pulling the nightgown up. I sit up and raise my arms, divesting my body of its meager covering. I lay back down, luxuriating in my nudity. I pull a pillow under my head. The moonlight glints off my nipple rings, inspiring me to tug on them, eliciting a gasp from my parted lips. If. ..A warm feeling ran through me after that thought. I chalked it up toall of the wine I drank. I suddenly felt tired and decided to go tobed. I walked in the closet and stood before the mirror and thought tomyself how beautiful I really was now. I could easily pass for a womanin her mid-30's she had to really be unhappy to give up this body andlife. I easily reached behind me and unzipped the dress that I waswearing and let it drop to the floor while I stepped out of it. Ilooked into the.