Oh great, a designated hitter. I wonder why I'm so calm, analyzing everything like it's not happening to me. This is just like when the twins painted ...hemselves and the bed room in Grandma's house with nail polish. Nothing she could do but to ride out the storm.The cavern was suddenly filled with an almost visible electric energy. The chanting climaxed with a final shout and all the torches went out. Belinda felt a smooth claw run up her thigh. It was pressing hard enough to hurt, but not to. I felt my face as it became smooth and with that closed the door and locked it again. I then went over to the mirror I looked at my changing body. I just watched as my nails began to grow out again. Then my arms began to become slender and I began to lose the muscle mass I had. Then my lower anatomy began to change as I felt my hips begin to expand. I began to feel the extra padding as my butt firmed up causing my pants to become skintight. I removed my shirt just as my chest began change. I. I didn't panic (I know what I look like naked), even though there are automated locks on out suite's door and now I have no way of getting back in without revealing myself. I could take an elevator to the main floor's security office or stay put until someone from security sees a naked man on a camera feed strolling around with no clothes on. I opted for the latter for the other option would subject me to displaying all my bits to the outside world through floor to sealing glass right on the. "It is." I answered thumbing through the pages. "This is the book I told you about we found at the airport. The one that belonged to that serial killers mother."Everything inside the book looked just as it had in 1980 including the pressed flower which was still there between the pages and all the poems and ... Oh ... Oh ... Dear god ... on the last six pages was a hand written letter from the girls. I read; 'Our most dearest Sam', then I stopped reading and closed the book.Katherine, who had.