"I was about done applying the conditioner and also a little aroused."I could help you learn about yourself," she said. "It's not like we'dhave to tel... anyone, and it's not like I'd give you a grade."Karen had told me to let the conditioner sit for a few minutes, but Ifigured this was an emergency, so I tried to wash it out right away. Icurled my long and thin fingers into sort of half claws, and startedscrubbing the conditioner out, from the top to the bottom. As soon as Ihad given it all two. So Aedan wandered off a little ways from the camp, and everyone else excused themselves and settled in to sleep.I stayed awake, scribbling in my notebooks by the fire. I knew it was just an excuse, knew I'd be exhausted in the morning, but I had developed some sort of fear of falling asleep alone in case I disappeared. I have no idea what I thought anyone could do if that happened, it was a completely irrational fear, but I couldn't help it. So I sat, and scribbled, and yawned, and eventually. However, if you turn it, you can extend the length ofyour transformation by increments of one hour. There is, however, acharge of five dollars per hour associated with this benefit, though."Tristan turned to look back at the mirror and whistled. "This isamazing!" I told you you'd love the dressing rooms here, Tristan! I've got toget back out to the floor, but feel free to call if you need anything."With that Danya left and the door to the dressing room closed behindher.Tristan turned back to. He couldn’t comprehend how this intelligent woman who was witty, engaging, pretty, and all sorts of other things, could be married to—for lack of a better way to say it—a redneck. Every picture Mitch had ever seen of him, he was either holding a gun, a dead animal, or a beer (sometimes more than one of those items). He didn’t seem like Misty’s type at all.Mitch was certain this was why she had never invited him over. He could only imagine the awkward conversations between himself and her.