"I greet thee, Master, and await Thy command!" His voice didn't exactly boom, but the low, powerful tones almost made the conch shells stand at atten...tion. Woodard looked at the lamp lying on the sand, and up, up at the muscular giant standing before him. This was, obviously, impossible. A sidelong glance showed Doors was also sharing his illusion... and it was the closest thing the island had for entertainment. "You... you're a djinn, right?" Woodard asked. He'd never really gotten into. Not having to work things out was nice.He was still in a haze when, three weeks after his arrival, he was gotup and dressed in some clothes that, while strange, were nice andcomforting. The fit might be a bit tight round his waist and the shoesmight have a very high heel, but overall he liked them. He was pleasedwhen he was told that this was to be his uniform at his new job,although he couldn't remember applying for one.He was taught all sorts of new things. He learned to walk. She only admitted the events to me a few years ago when we were talking about office parties.The sales director who ‘seduced’ her was about fifteen years older than us and it turned out that all of her department knew about what had happened even though I remained blissfully unaware until her confession. I now recount what she told me…~~~It was Christmas Eve, and on the walk back to the office to an impromptu party from a lunch where the wine had flowed, her supervisor warned her not to be. His socks had turned transparent and snakedtheir way his legs, making them look even sexier. As Bob searched forhis keys, he failed to realize that he was losing something veryimportant between his legs. As he became she, she felt her boxers takeon a smoother, sexier feel, and something which had penetrated her buttcrack. The feeling made her giggle, her voice raising a few octaves asshe did so.Neither Bob nor Erica existed anymore; now the only soul inhabiting thisbody was Bethany. She found.