His short hair warped and grew, changing from brown toblue while the facial hair he'd been working to grow receded into hisface and disappeared. His v...oice was rapidly raising in pitch, becomingshriller and more girlish until instead of a grown man, his screamssounded like those of a teenage girl.The transformation began to stabilise, the pain lessening before onefinal burst shot through him. At that moment, the gem on his back shinedand summoned a flowing blue sundress, knee-length with a large. "I laughed with her. I liked women who had sense of humor. Her voice was a melody that drew me into her web."I'm Olga Morrison, and I live together with my daughters on the opposite end of the city from you," She quickly told me this information.I gave her a compliment after she was done, "You're beautiful."She squeezed my hand and said, "I tried everything to attract you to me."I smiled at her, "You did this very well."We laughed a little together.Olga said, "I know a lot about you. I read. I’ve been fucked and fed and I feel good. I resist the urge to call him. I resist the urge to get in my car and drive to Crittenden to watch him work. To watch him build those conveyor machines he designs. To watch him lead men. Heck, I’d like to just watch him eat his lunch. I’d be his lunch. I giggle at the thought. I walk up close to the mirror and look at my face. The furrow in my brow has lessened. There’s still those two parallel creases. I frown at them, but they aren’t as deep as. "Before you are 'off the market' again, there's something I want to do. Remember when you wanted the lessons on how to please a woman in bed, and I refused because you were with Angie?"I nodded."You're not with Angie until tomorrow," Lynn stated.My heart started racing."Are you sure?" I asked. The adrenaline was starting to flow."I'm sure. Tonight you did something you didn't have to, for me. I want to do something for you, something special." Are you sure?" I asked again.Lynn nodded, still.