"I knew that there was something about you, the moment you walked into my offices," he murmured huskily. "I kept trying to tell myself that it was jus... the phase of the moon; that I was more ... charged than normal, but I just knew that you were different."The colours in his eyes seemed to swirl around once more making them seem yellow one moment and black the next.His lips found hers again but this time they were hard and demanding, and Iris responded in kind as her arms wrapped themselves. ‘Say…’ she asked, glancing at him briefly. ‘Yeah?’ he asked idly. ‘Ever thought about a threesome?’ Fuck, a grenade! Fire in the hole! He thought, desperately trying to work out an answer. Unbidden, the old perverse fantasy comes to mind… //We share _everything_ his girlfriends tittered at him at him from the bed. Want to join us?// ‘Absolutely not,’ lying emphatically, he was not even able to call it half-truth easily. Suspicion flickered in her blue eyes, and obviously he hadn’t covered his. "Hey what's the big idea?" he asked, not quite as angrily as he wouldhave if he was really annoyed he was wearing mascara, but in a way thattried to suggest he was against what she had just done.He followed this up with the ironic and surprisingly perceptive "Are youtrying to turn me into a girl?"Did he realize? The others had generally taken the mascara step as alittle joke of hers and did not appear to anticipate she would takematters any further. Yet she had. Almost every time. You see. Please accept my deepest apology." On her breaks Charlene always had a soda. She couldn't remember anything odd about the taste. "Is it completely reversible?" she asked. "Yes, if that's what you wish, but please let me tell you the rest,okay?" "Okay," she replied. While she was a little miffed about being drugged,she was willing to listen to the whole proposal. "The next phase of the treatment however will cause rather dramaticchanges in your body," he said. "If you decide to take it you.