Like loam should.But not the loam of the Deorc forest. The songbirds tweets were off by a fraction of a note. The smells weren't right. Not even Minx'... tongue was quite real. None of it was. All an illusion. I closed my eyes, ignoring what I could see, and concentrated on my other senses.Faoril's voice whispered on the wind. Not her true words, but the sound of her magic. I could hear it. She was casting spells. The ground trembled beneath my feet, a slight vibration, as she worked her magic. I. You might think she'd be embarrassed to be seen on the streets with a girl wearing nothing from the waist down. But she obviously revels in it. For her it's all about the power. Before she let me drop my skirt back into place she put the dog collar around my throat. Then she stepped back and smiled at the effect.She let me go off on my own when we got to school. She ordered me to meet her at lunch time under the same tree in the student parking lot and went off to join her friends.I no longer. “You’re the First Mate,” I smiled back over her shoulder, “I’m the Pirate King.”“So I’m the pirate princess?” Elizabeth asked.“No, you’re the booty.” I teased and she grinned and realized her hands weren’t covering her breasts. The loud wet slap was impressive. Pat kicked me.“You still need the rest of the crew, Pirate King.”“Yes, God Empress Hellcat.” I replied. I looked out. Zoë was waving with both hands in a pick me pick me kinda way. I looked past her. I looked to Pat. She was looking at. Off, but couldn't really put my finger on why. I found I could stand up on my own beside the bed, so from a quick exploration, I found the bathroom and took a piss. I walked to the mirror and looked myself over.There on my throat I observed the red dot from her injection. I yanked away the air-conditioned gown and saw that every single hair on my body was gone! I put my hand to my head to scratch in puzzlement, only to discover my bald spot was gone! I tipped my head forward for a better look.