I was about ten years younger, with huge breasts,amazing hips and thighs, and a beautiful ass. I looked into the nextroom to see Charlie changing. She... was aging, her breasts shrinking, andher figure lengthening. She was turning into Maddy, and I was turninginto her. I also noticed, with Maddy gone, her mind control was lifted.I was free.She woke. "Mom? Wait... you're me, so, where am I..." She then lookeddown at herself. "Oh, God... no, MOM, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" Whoa," I said, "First of. She was knocking on it. It was 6:00 in the morning. I was pissed. And naked." And she saw... ?" Everything." Everything?" Yep." She didn't run screaming from the hotel? She didn't faint?"I shook my head."She even made a joke about the situation." Damn. I like her all ready. Where can I find her?"Even though I didn't know her name, I described the young White House intern to her. I could tell that Gertie would make sure they would meet. Accidentally, of course. Gertie would want to make her own. Then a hissed whisper into my ear:“Cully, I heard that Miss is coming tonight. Is this true?”Girl would do it like that. Play it out hard, make it special like a third person was involved. And she’d see it thru if I met her at the point. She’d get into that frame of mind and it was just surreal. She wouldn’t break until I broke first. She was there right-this-second: Tommy, that trunk full of wampum, those designer jeans, the make-over, all of it had caused her to set that point, bring me to. It was a typical fall night on this typical fall evening. She sat on her haunches with her arms wrapped around her legs rocking back and forth. "Nowhere left to go, nowhere to get away."She was desperate. Within the course of a week and a half, she had been forced to flee again and again, this time without anything but a small suit case.He kept getting closer. She was sure that when he found her, he'd kill her slowly; she was as good as dead. That was his way. He liked to hurt people. She knew.