"They had the mirror covered over so I couldn't see what they'd done and once again they soaked it with a different smelling lotion though it was just...as horrible. They put some tape over my eyes, 'to keep the lotion out' they said, but I could tell they were putting in some curlers - and putting them in tightly. They brought in a large dryer, put it over my head and made damn sure I didn't move until it had finished its work. Eventually out came the little curlers and in went a whole load of. Resada was mortified that he had not thought to warn me."I assumed you were a Guild member." He said.Captain Duvoro said the same thing. Everyone, outside of the six of us, had assumed I was in the Guild. It was illegal to challenge a member of the Wizard's Guild to a duel. If you were not in the Guild, however, you were fair game.We didn't go sightseeing that day at all. Instead, I spent the night wondering about Wizard's duels and exchanging thoughts with Dad over what to do. Captain Duvoro. Clark wondered where the past twelve years had gone. He looked at both with discerning eyes of a parent and noticed for the first time another differentiating feature. A perfectly symmetrical patch, a triangle of curly, silky, light brown hairs, shimmering in the morning sunlight, covered Fifi’s pubic mound above an otherwise puffy, hairless pink young gash. Her cone-shaped boobs had started swelling the previous summer before her twelfth birthday, her waist had gotten thinner, and her hips. In minutes, she was mothering him and found out he was in his mid teens, hard of hearing and named Jerry.Rock accessed the stove, reattached the smoke pipe and left them to search for dry wood to burn. In the 40 minutes he was gone, they had set up the tent, she had made Jerry rain shower, gave him one of her T shirts to dress in and he was inside their joined sleeping bags, warming up. They had chatted, Jerry was originally from Vegas and figured out that she was a Trans. He said she was.