"I gethorny when you become more feminine."I gulped. Janice was repeating her mind-control command back to me...where did that come from??"Like what?"... I asked."First," she said, in a businesslike fashion, "I want you to go to mystylist and have her color your hair." What color?"Janice smiled. "Nothing too noticeable. Just a lighter brown withblonde highlights. And she'll also give you a more feminine cut, aswell. And, let's pluck these eyebrows into a thin, arching feminineshape, shall we?". This was far too good a way of writing about repressed female sexuality to let go. The photos: I took one photo of a picture I cut out from a magazine article about a carousel. The other I took of a Valentine’s card I was given by a friend. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of. “Brian, were you surprised that you were picked this early in the first round, I mean truthfully your name was never mentioned as a possible first round pick?” he asked.“Yes sir, I was surprised. I had talked to a couple of teams and we really thought it would be early to mid second round pick at best.” I answered.“Brian, is it true that you’re going to be converted from defensive end to tight end? Do you really think you can pull that off?” another guy in the second row said.“I am willing to. I stood up from an adjustment of the window placement in the bedroom and was sorely tempted to draw an outline of my bed to make sure the windows were right.Tanner spoke up. “Now, from everything you’ve told me and the questions you’ve asked, I’m fairly sure putting together this spell in your mind will be easy for you.” He stood near the booth and drinks looking satisfied.I looked at the bedroom windows again and thought they weren’t quite right, but I fought off the urge to make further.