This was taken to the next level when the New Women took to wearing manlytailored trousers passing them off as feminine clothing. It was thenpassed th...t all females must be clothed in skirted garments.A large percentage of Nons paired up together as they had no other hope ofmarriage. This was not only legalised but encouraged. On one condition.One of the couple had to adopt a female image and live as a woman. Thiswas decided by the couple themselves and one chosen the female partner. He hadn’t minded, she was after all an excellent cook, but there had been a new taste to just about everything she made.He had asked her about it, but she had just smiled and shrugged, telling him that it was just the flavourings she used.Again, he hadn’t objected, it was unique, but not entirely unpleasant. In fact, it added a new depth to what she made him, each meal was a new experience, finding out how her personal flavourings played with and enhanced existing tastes.This had gone on for a. The sports field and the school buildingsstill looked as solid as ever, but beyond the perimeterfence the trees and the buildings were turning to mist anddrifting away. Even the sky was fading to a dull, andfeatureless grey void. With a kind of shocked awe, Irealized that this was all that remained of the pocketdimension. It had contracted to the line of the perimeterfence, but as I watched those fences too were slowly turningto mist and drifting away."Enough!" shouted the faux Donar, managing. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” I begged. Amelia looked awful; hair, usually so soft and feathery, was limp. She was so pale.Lifting her glasses, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, gave me a half-hearted smile, and reached for my hand. Her touch was delicate and her hand ice cold.Peter looked at me from behind her.“What did you do to her?” I asked in a whisper.Then all the memories flooded back. I inhaled sharply and winced at the pain. “Where’s Rufus? Is he okay?”Amelia nodded. She.