Maybe forgetting how scantily they were dressed, or maybethey intended that. I was just glad I didn’t have to get up as my hardnesswas impossib...le to conceal at this point. They stood aside and let a handsome twenty-ish man into our room withtwo trays of food. It wasn’t until he had gently placed the trays on thebed that he noticed the adorable young ladies in white tee-shirts andpanties hovering around him. He smiled glancing between them andeye-balling their smooth legs. Then. I saw myself, my old male self there, drifting in the fog. He was dressed in white but otherwise looked as I always used to. He floated closer and closer to the glass and then let out a scream. I heard my higher pitched scream join in with his. I fell to the ground in front of the fireplace. I couldn't seem to think straight. This isn't happening, I told myself. I'm still dreaming. I've got to be dreaming. The dream will end soon and I can wake up.I felt amazingly tired and sleepy. A few. Warner was the exception so he bore the brunt of it. I’ve studied chemistry for six years now. There were 80 people in my major when I walked onto campus and 12 of us received degrees in the discipline. Of the nine master’s candidates in chemistry, two of us will receive a diploma. Well, I hope I do. I don’t suppose it’s too late for Mr. Warner to put an end to that.“I’m kidding. I snapped at Mr. Warner the first day of class because I was nervous. I know chemistry but, like many of you, I. Weall need a friend to lead us from one stage to another. Guides are placednearby to help us."I ignored her. I looked at Amy."You knew?" Yes, Jesse. I knew. I'm sorry."Before I knew it, I was out of the room. I was running across Amy's hard, myhair streaming behind me, my dress flopping. I stumbled, lost a heel.Stopped, kicked the other one off.I was all dressed up.I had nowhere to go. * * * So I was a witch. Also, a bitch. I laughed in.