Igwanda simply waited as she looked at the mother expectantly."We ask you here, first, to greet you ourselves on your return to our world," Gaguga­kh...ing began. "It was only you who came here before, and it is only you that we, we mothers, know from that time."Meiersdottir inclined her head in acknowledgment, and the next few minutes were filled with small talk about how matters had been progressing aboveground and polite inquiries from Gagugakhing about Meier. In time, however, the native ran. He ignored it until he saw his fingers start changing - they became slimand elegant - a woman's - no a LADY'S hands. He wasn't as tall. He ranto the mirror. His unshaven face was changing - no whiskers and the facewere changing still more - he looked like - impossible but he waslooking like Lady Cynthia - the rich and beautiful Lady Cynthia. Tomgrabbed at his chest - he felt soft flesh - a woman's breasts. His feetwere flopping out of his shoes. Soon he was a duplicate of Lady Cynthia.He spoke. "You have such slender legs,Bianca." She raised her hand and gave a brief, gentle pat to thesilk, lace paneled front of his panties. "And they'll never beruined by pregnancy or menopause. Aren't you a lucky girl?"She took the other stocking, rolled it correctly and brought it uphis other leg. She took an abnormal amount of time with herministrations, caressing, rather than smoothing, the stockings ontohis legs.When she'd finished, she stood, turned him away from her and slippedthe lined dress. I was about too but then the phone rang and woman called. He called her Bella and they supposedly did something in Nice together.’ ‘That sucks,’ she replied. ‘What are you going to do now? Are you going to try again?’ ‘No,’ Jenny said. ‘What’s the address of your herbalist? Maybe a love potion is what I need.’ ***** Two days later when Jenny arrived at the address Hannah gave her, the place didn’t look like what she expected. She had an image in her mind that it would sort of look like a spice.