"I am Jasmine," I said reluctantly.I felt an odd tingling sensation all over my body. I closed my eyes andfelt my body shrink somehow, and the clothes...I was wearing shrank with it.When I opened my eyes, in the mirror I saw a little girl of 7 or 8, herblack hair braided, dressed in a smaller version of the dres I'd beenwearing, showing her latte-colored legs."What..." I said in my high-pitched, little girl's voice.I lifted up the dress, and pulled down my panties. There was slit on myhairless. We were sitting facing each other, our knees quite near each other, I got up to comfort her, at the same time she too got up, we collided and as I fell back into my chair, to break my fall I held her and doing that I pulled her on top of me.She fell on me was sitting on my lap with my arms around her shoulders, then something strange happened instead of pulling away, she snuggled in tight into me, and I just sat back enjoying The smell of her skin and hair.She was wearing a kaftan, some kind of. Technically speaking, youre not even supposed to like me on any level.. Her words came out mumbled and hesitant, her eyes flickering over to her lovers moving form as he approached the edge of her bath. Once he had situated himself on the water free edge she, out of sheer habit, reached up to gently run her hands through his scraggly mop of hair, the clean water from her bath cascading down her arm and dripping into the collected water. Jesus fucking christ! He bellowed, jumping from his spot. "I know you feel like Asmedogh's your friend, and maybe he is. But he's first and foremost one of his own people, or species or whatever you want to call it. And we have no idea at all, really, what they have in mind for us or for Earth. We know they can live here, and couldn't it be they think it might be a pretty good place to live? And that we're, well, we're just in their way?"I shook my head in annoyance. Why did the human response to the unknown always have to be fear? "Camilla, you spoke.