We have no designs on breaking away from the kingdom. We pay our due taxes, and run our districts as the people see fit. We also plan to follow legal ...emands of the throne," I answered him."Let me think about it overnight. We will meet again in the morning," he declared.We headed back to our camp and sent word to our troops to stand down and rest. Our scouts kept an eye on the king's army for signs of spies or aggression.My brides were very glad to see me, as were my children. Tonette stripped. "Some scandiwhovian blood in there.And maybe a little presbyterian, too. Sounds like a real rogue'sgallery." Yeah, right," he smiled, punching me lightly on the arm to acknowledgethe joke. "And not a Betty in the bunch. We followed the side branches,too but didn't find anything there either. No point in digging deeper,he said we wouldn't find my uncle or aunt there anyway. Oh--and I foundout that I hate genealogy. Bo-o- o-oring"That same night, I had a strange dream. Not that I've never had. Their bodies were all similar – large, full breasts, taut torsos and sinewy arms and legs.The native women crowded around Julie. On each side, a native was holding a large wooden bowl. The women dipped their hands in the bowl and started rubbing the liquid on Julie’s body. It was a fragrant, slippery substance.“AAAHHGGAAAWWWDDD,” Julie gasped. There were strong hands seemingly everywhere on her body, rubbing, stroking, massaging and teasing her skin. Her pert breasts were flattened because she. I pulled open a drawer and gasped. My clothing had all disappeared! There was male underwear in the drawer. "Jesus Christ," I whispered under my breath. "What the fuck is going on here?"I opened the drawer and walked quietly to the bathroom. Opening the cabinet, I saw none of my toiletries. Oh yes, there was still shampoo, soap, shaving gel, razors all in the cabinet, but they were distinctly male versions of the toiletries I had bought. I looked at myself -- and aside from the clothing,.