She rose and walked naked across the room, carefully she searched through it; there was a white tunic of fine weave and a cloak to match, a second tun...c dyed a pale red, and a pair of sandals. The girl stared at the garments in her hand; clearly these were things she had coveted.“I shall take the name Olivia,” my wife announced as she admired herself in the colour tunic and delicate sandals.“Come Olivia, put on your rings and we will have our wedding breakfast.” I commanded.For a moment she. A rare swing in my hips and a weird feel in my ass when I walked almost caught my attention, but bulges on my chest were more distracting than that.In the bathroom I had to sit because my maleness was so small that was almost like a 7-year-old, my testes were up my scrotum again.I came back to my room and noticed how big were the things around, my bed was warm and nice to sleep, and again I fell on my dreams.Morning time I wake up feeling great and did what for years I have done, I looked. I had learned much from Master Kurne in the arts of combat and survival, but I knew nothing of the ways of magick. My father tried to cast a spell on me, one of the forbidden spells, but was interrupted before he could finish by the Lady of the High Forest. One minute he was in the process of casting the spell, the next he was on the ground with an enraged High Elf standing over him. I had never seen the Lady before, only heard of her in muted conversations." She is one of the Guardians,. "+++Outside, the mostly brownstone buildings were rundown, and the streets were dirty; a patina of unwholesomeness clung to everything. Dobie was not in Middle-Class America, any more. It reminded him of the stories he'd heard from Maynard about his jazzy friends and Kansas City. Marble, chipped and chiseled in places, covered the ground floor of the "Roxy-Palace Theatre". The marquee overhang, it's lights still unlit in the late afternoon, and missing several colored bulbs, no longer.