Once more my hands reached into the white box and began to work onmy face. A layer of foundation caused my skin to tighten and becomesmooth. Blusher r...ised my cheekbones while the pink lipstick turned mythin masculine mouth into a bee-stung pout ideal for sucking. Finally aneyeliner pencil changed my eyes to a narrow almond shape. As my bodyreturned to my control I saw it was no longer mine, I had been replacedwith a busty oriental girl. I was to be a mail order bride, a plaything for arich man. He had dark red and black skin, covering cords of huge muscles around his whole body. Two menacing horns jutted from his head, complete with the wings the stretched behind his back. His hands, she saw, were at least semi human. The only difference being the small claws on each finger tip. The only clothes he wore was a small cloth tied at the waist. Her father was still on the floor, sputtering in disbelief. “Agramon! I did it! I summoned you!”“Yes, and now you must pay the price,” said. The invitation had come from a couple of Janet’s work colleagues. She had spoke of them before although it seemed a bit strange for her to accept their invitation as she had said before that they, that’s the couple of chaps who had invited us, had always seemed to be watching her especially when she was in the changing rooms at work. They always seemed to have an excuse to be there. Janet said it had made her feel a bit uncomfortable at first but she had got more used to it as she got to know. She was curled into the fetal position in an instinctual effort to protect her body from additional kicks. Her lip was split and her nose was bleeding."I'm never leaving you again," Vicki muttered just loud enough for Rose to hear.Unable to continue on physically, Rose resorted to a verbal attack. She screamed out her rage. She babbled incoherently. At more lucid moments, she related incidents that had torn at the soul of a young girl. Then she would scream at the ceiling like a wounded.