Ple...help," Whitneystruggled to get the words out before the change. She moaned as normalwhen the change began."Mes! Get in here. I want you to see w...o we may be looking for."Mesmerize entered and watched as Whitney struggled with herself onfilm, gradually becoming the form of her mother. Peter opted to lookaway, seeing the transformations up close and much worse before. Whenit was over, he stopped the tape, not wanting to see the predictablemasturbation afterwards."I have the subjects. She can hazard an educated guess that this hard drive belongs somewhere in the second half of the 21st Century. It causes her to briefly reflect, not for the first time, as to how, even when circumstances had begun to grow dire the world over, humanity had continued to churn out new technological devices for day to day enjoyment, for some kind of happiness. It registers as neither a good nor a bad thing to Naea. Merely a curious thing. She happily slips the device inside her satchel.She is. I checked that I had locked the doors.A group of women of about my age glanced in my direction as they crossedthe road in front of me as I struggled to remove my jacket and put it onthe passenger seat before the lights changed.At last I was free of my jacket.I noticed that my captors had shaved my arms as I looked down at myalmost bare shoulders, my breasts and the straps of my bra and slip. Ifelt under my right armpit. I had no hair there either.The top of my slip had a lace trim too.I. "I missed lunch today and I'm ready for something a little more substantial than salad. Burgers are faster than pizza; how's burgers at the diner down the street sound? They make the best in town." With lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise.", my excitement spilling over into my voice."You got it, Champ.", she replied giving me a new nickname.We walked the block and a half to the diner and true to her word Mrs. Barrett ordered our dinner of burgers and a huge plate of fries. I pigged out while she.