Anita was a bit shorter, and had long, flaming red hair. Both were dramatically busty, with obviously large but upstanding breasts under clinging dres...ses. Both showed off their legs, Anita's having a beautiful tan.Somehow, Anita was vaguely familiar to Dolores. As a guess, she asked, "Anita, have I ever seen you, perhaps, in porn?" I've done a little, yes."Dolores took a hard look at what Anita was wearing, a stretchy, ribbed, pale green, sleeveless microdress, with a high neckline but molding. It was in my thirteenth year that my body changed. Some of the guard-whores tried to help me, but they couldn't do much. I could tell the other girls were laughing behind my back. I was ugly: thick waist, wide hips and shoulders, big ass, almost no breasts, and hard angles instead of soft curves. I was afraid at first that I'd become a guard-whore, but even the guards weren't interested in me. I continued to serve the guard-whores and cried myself to sleep -- a lot.Some people took pity on me. " Will you find out what these men have been doing and who we will be facing?" I would like to know that too."Sulinus answered quickly. When he slowed down on one question, I moved my finger close and he hurried to answer then. We were facing nearly a hundred Christian acolytes and a legion pulled off the Danube for this operation. Those legions were not under Julian's orders.We soon found that six men had raced off to warn of our approach and we would have company soon. I was not anxious to. So I made it all to wear and to keep. Sexy,glamorous, and elegant clothing overflowed the wardrobe. I tried it allon; it all looked marvelous on me. The spell on me was complete.I tested my magic on myself in other ways. I had not gained the abilityto change my basic appearance: my eyes were blue, my legs long and lithe,my hair blonde, my breasts full, no matter what I tried. And really, thatwas fine with me! But I could style my hair with just a thought. It waslong, loose, sensual at first. I.