Phoebe hadn’t quite pulled it off, two years ago. Tipped for the final, something had gone wrong and even she didn’t quite know what it was. She w...anted to blame her mentor but in the end, it was down to her and she knew it. She wouldn’t make the same mistake if she got through. The show had a ruthless reputation now though. Flagging viewing figures had demanded a new sharper image, especially going head to head with the other side. On the day of the first live audition she was the third to go. ”Joni quickly ran to Dukey and grabbed ahold of his arm.Joni asked in a half-hearted sad voice, “Please. I really need this. I could die if I don’t get released from this pressure.”Dukey backed up a couple of feet and shouted, “No way now how. It’s not going to happen. You’re my best friend and besides I’m not into dudes.”“But I’m not a dude. We’ll not at the moment. Even you said before that I was a hot looking woman.” shot back Joni.“That’s beside the point. When you turn back into a guy this. During the class we started talking. Ater class we met for coffee and talked. We had a lot in common; books, photography, antiques. She had this weird idea that she was reincarnated from Russian aristocracy...that was fucking weird but it wasn't like she paraded around telling people to bow to her. For several weeks me hung out together doing stuff and there wasn't anything sexual going on. One day we had been browsing antique shops and when we were finished she came to my apartment. It was. It was very sensitive, with the strokes of her fingers sending jolts through her body. She recognized this feeling and location. The other day, there had been a knot in her invisible bonds, pressed to this very location. The more she touched it, the more noticeable it became, soon feeling like one of the frozen peas that Sister Olivia would have her kneel on during detention. She rubbed it with her thumb while working her index and middle finger inside her, liking the sensations she was being.