"Is it always men getting turned into women?" Daz asked, looking at thedisplays."Usually it's male-to-female, but we've got a small team that handlest...e odd female-to-male that comes in. Sometimes people specialize." Hepointed to a male fairy planning a man's transformation to a woman withsurprisingly large breasts. "For instance, Brambleberry here has aknack for doing bimbos." He paused to look at the display. "Geez, B.B.,how in Puck's name is she gonna be able to stand upright?" Not my. .."Charles shot him. He fell dead at our feet. "Fortunately, there are only two more left. I hope we have better luck with them."I smiled grimly, "I think they need to have better luck with us. I had hoped to have a better conversation after hearing from the first one. I'll get another."I went to Dad and took the nearest as candidate number four. We got back to our spot. I said, "You might be thinking more about why we shouldn't kill you than whining about rights or innocence. Who are you?"He. They cared about profit and were too lazy to take the time to dress appropriately between sexual encounters. Their nudity was casual, and frequently they bathed with buckets of water in front of the tavern without any inhibition. The beggars and street urchins paid little mind to it. If they had money, the women would coquettishly try to entice them to come to play with them in the tavern. If they did not, then, they would mock and ridicule them for staring while they bathed.They also squatted. The colorful birds flew from tree to almighty tree, singing their songs and providing the soundtrack for this wondrous journey. Then the unthinkable happened. While looking up at the captivating scenery surrounding me, I tripped and slid down the ravine, falling nearly three hundred feet to the bottom.I landed at the bottom and took a moment to gather my wits. I was lucky I wasn’t killed. The vast amounts of foliage broke my fall most of the way down the side of the ravine. I was fortunate.