And tohave been transformed by use of a magic camera almost 30 years ago.Since then, she said, she had used the camera on several dozen men who haddes...red to become women. She wanted to extend the offer to members of thisgroup. She named a price for her services that seemed quite reasonable, leftinformation on how to contact her, and departed the chatroom.A lively debate ensued among the group. Was this worth checking out? Thefinal answer was yes. Troy was selected to go, since he lived closest. With long, straight, dark, almost black hair and Mediterranean olive skin, with a body men (or women) would kill to be able to touch. However, the most mesmerizing aspect of Lucy for Nigel was her eyes, which were hypnotizing hazel green eyes, the sort of eyes that, when looking directly into them, they just melt your soul and take your mind and heart to places you’d never dreamt of. Nigel used to wish for weekend mornings when he didn’t have to go to work, and Nicole had taken their dogs for a. . well, normal.The Weather Channel was covering just that very thing and from the size of the coverage on the Doppler radar, it didn't look like it would stop before morning. I sighed. Being back at home was bad enough, but being stuck in the house was worse. The memories made me want to break out the shovel and make sure there would be an escape path if needed, but there were too many things going on that had to be resolved. At the moment, I was hoping Mom would answer some of my questions. He belched and picked up the glass of milk, drained it in one large adams-apple-bobbing quaff, and belched again. He ignored the coffee, and dragged a magazine in front of him from a scallopped fan of various issues to his far left on the large glass table. It was a glossy new edition of Mayfair. He flipped through the pages, ignoring the text, looking for the photo-sets. Ellen put her cup down, the cappucino hardly sipped. ‘I suppose I’d better scoot back home to my Eddy,’ she said, ‘Goodness.