He was dressed in a Jedi outfit that had clearly seen some wear, consisting of only an inner tunic with the sleeves torn off, pants, and a belt. ‘It...��s been some time,’ he said, his voice deep and soothing as it always had been. She stopped in her tracks, letting her lightsaber fall softly into the grass. ‘Don’t be too surprised,’ he continued, folding his hands in his lap. ‘I sensed you the moment you walked into the enclave.’ He stood slowly and turned to face her. A sorrowful half-smile. At the same time, although Jack wasn't there to see it, the bottle and the genie disappeared. He opened his (her) eyes and saw a feminine hand with long nails, painted red, holding a beige phone. Jack looked down and saw a white silk blouse covering two breast shaped mounds on her chest. She had done it, she was now Loraine! She hung up the phone and pushed the chair back from the desk and looked down. Loraine had dressed in a green business suit with a pleated skirt that day. The skirt. Now, how did I get this way you might ask? And I will tell just how. I was invited to a friend's house when I was eighteen because he wanted to show me something. When I arrived nobody was home besides him and we had hours to be alone. He wanted to show me a movie about strippers that showed lots of tits and ass. I agreed to watch it with him and it started off well. After a few minutes, he asked if I wanted to jerk off to it and I knew where this was leading, but I played dumb. For some. On top of the war being over, everyone that he was close to was safe. He couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome. Well, perhaps an outcome where he didn’t collapse his lung, but you couldn’t have everything. As if on cue, the door opened, and several camouflaged blurs flooded into the room. Maza’s arms were around him before he even had a chance to sit up, her face buried in his chest. It seemed that they had left their helmets on the lander.“You’re alive!” she warbled, her feathers flashing.