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The Portrait By Bill Hart Jeff Martin stared admiringly at the life-size antique painting he'd just finished hanging on the wall of his library. It was an excellent piece of work in an equally excellent condition. Jeff still found it difficult to believe that he'd actually outbid everyone and somehow managed to purchase the portrait at this evening's auction. He had definitely been expecting the winning bid to be several million dollars higher than what he'd just paid for it. But perhaps, just as oddly, there were also far fewer bidders for the remarkable portrait than he had been expecting to compete against. And that, of and by itself, certainly must have helped keep the bidding and the resulting final price way down. However, the unexpectedly low price he'd paid for it still made Jeff stop and wonder. In spite of its age, the portrait was in excellent shape. Had he not known better, Jeff might guessed that the portrait had been painted just yesterday. It was rather remarkable how well preserved a portrait could be when it had apparently not seen much of the light of day over the past six centuries. It was one of the very few known portraits of the now nearly legendary Princess Kestira that had ever been painted. And, as had been fully documented in the auction notes, the portrait had been stashed away in a long succession of privately held collections for more years than seemed possible. Quite clearly, the young Princess of the portrait had become a very beautiful young woman. But according to all those strange old stories and legends about her, the Princess had never been overly fond or very willing to have her great beauty captured for posterity. She was reported to have once said that any portrait done well enough to do her justice would have had to - quite simply out of sheer necessity - capture a part of her own immortal soul on the canvas. Her detractors - there were never actually that many of them - had quite often described the enigmatic Princess Kestira as a mysterious person. Not that Jeff really believed any of it, she was almost as often described as a wily practitioner of the forbidden magical arts. Whether that magic she allegedly practiced was white or black or somewhere between was always solely dependent on the teller of the tale. On the other hand, there was perhaps a better reason for the low bid. The beautiful young Princess was not alone in the portrait. That other person in the portrait was her husband Sawyrd, who it was said she did not - perhaps could not - love. He was a rather large and quite formidable looking man. He was a man to be feared. Once he had become the land's ruler through his marriage to Kestira and the subsequent sudden mysterious death of her father the King, Sawyrd, ever jealous of the popularity of Kestira, had quickly become a raving maniacal lunatic. Only a few short hours after taking the throne, he had - citing some never proven conspiracy - locked the Princess away from the sight of the people who had always adored her. He had kept her locked away from sight just as all those who had previously owned her portrait had kept it hidden away from otherwise prying eyes. But insane King Sawyrd was a man better left long forgotten. If that wasn't enough, there was that rather large and mostly nondescript shaggy dog sitting on opposite side of the Princess from her husband Sawyrd. But that unusual breed of dog was something so uncommon for the time that Jeff wondered why the large shaggy dog had even been included. Just thinking about the strange dog of the portrait strangely reminded him of that most peculiar conversation he'd had with the auctioneer before leaving. Even though the auctioneer was an attractive young woman, she was certainly nowhere near as beautiful as the Princess Kestira. However, she was still more than attractive enough to pique Jeff's interest. She also seemed quite pleased that the portrait of the Princess had finally been sold. "Congratulations, Mr. Martin," smiled the young woman. "As I'm sure you must already know, this is a nearly flawless portrait of Princess Kestira. I believe - and I'm sure that you must as well - that you've made an excellent purchase and investment." "Thank you, Ms. Winters." "Please. You must call me Sylvia." Her intriguing smile broadened. "Do you have any idea why so few people bid on this portrait?" asked Jeff curiously. "It certainly seems to me that this exceptional piece of art must be worth far more than I've just paid for it." Sylvia's smile faded quickly. Barely above a whisper, she replied, "That might well be true. I suppose the reason might be connected to the alleged curse of the portrait. It might have been the curse that drove the bidders away and the final price down." "Curse?" Jeff smiled. "Just what curse might that be, Sylvia?" "I suppose I should have guessed that you knew nothing about this so called curse," replied the attractive auctioneer. "However, as far as I can tell, the alleged curse is really nothing more than a wild rumor fueled by a odd, even if long, string of coincidences. But I'm sure you know that whenever strange things happen in conjunction with something like this, they quite often take on a life of their very own." "Of course, I do. Strange things happen all the time," smiled Jeff. "But just what is this supposed curse all about?" "It seems that every owner of this portrait over the last six centuries has inexplicably vanished without leaving any traces behind," replied Sylvia calmly. "It's most unusual. Over those many long centuries, numerous superstitious fools have continually sought some sort of metaphysical connection to the ownership of this portrait with those inexplicable disappearances." Sylvia took a long deep breath. "But I can assure you, Mr. Martin, it's all sheer nonsense. It can be nothing else. According to the ownership records I've seen, the longest time of ownership before a disappearance of the owner was a couple of days past eighty-seven years. The shortest ownership on the record lasted nearly an hour and a half." "As you said, that certainly sounds like nothing more than a long unconnected series of odd coincidences." "That's exactly what I've always thought, Mr. Martin. However, a great many people believe in this curse. Did you know this portrait has been offered for sale at each of last three auctions I've presided over? You might not want to believe it, but today was the very first time there had been any bids made on it." "How very strange?" replied Jeff. "Perhaps after you've hung new portrait wherever it is you've decided to hang it, you'll consider inviting me over to your place so I might see the portrait as it was always meant to be seen. That is assuming, of course, you're not going to hide it away in closet somewhere or disappear first." Jeff was a little surprised at the attractive woman Sylvia's abrupt forwardness. But obviously this young woman must be interested in him. Or was she actually interested in all the money she thought he must have? After all, he had just quite cavalierly spent so much on an allegedly cursed portrait. Was it he or his money in which she seemed so interested? "I'll do that, Sylvia," smiled Jeff, knowing full well that he could easily look out for himself. "But you'll have to give me your number." "Of course, Mr. Martin." Sylvia took one of her business cards and quickly scribbled something on the back. "That's my private number, Mr. Martin," she smiled. "You can call me there at any time, day or night." "Thank you, Sylvia. If we're going to be on a first name basis, you really must call me Jeff," he replied, as he watched Sylvia's smile widen still further. "It might be a few days before I can call, but I'm already looking forward to seeing you again." After taking her card and noting Sylvia's mischievous Cheshire cat grin, Jeff had decided he'd very likely never see this young woman again. Theirs had been an odd, but definitely not unique, encounter. But Jeff's eyes and thoughts soon refocused sharply on the portrait of Princess Kestira before him. In his mind's eye, he could very easily eliminate both her husband Sawyrd and the strange shaggy dog. The Princess was - in a single word - beautiful. And even that one lone word seemed a woefully inadequate description for her. She appeared to be in her late adolescence - a very beautiful young girl - just on the edge of becoming an exquisitely beautiful young woman. "Cursed? Indeed." Jeff chuckled with mild amusement. The very idea that this portrait might be somehow cursed was absolutely ridiculous. Sylvia Winters had obviously thought him an overly gullible romantic. Either that or she considered him a fool with more money than brains. "There are no such thing as curses." However, if he ever had the good fortune to meet the person who had started this particularly absurd rumor of a curse on the portrait, then Jeff knew he'd really have to find some way of thanking him. After all, he'd just acquired this perfect portrait for a mere fraction of what he had been expecting - or even willing - to pay. Jeff looked up at portrait again. "You are without a doubt exceptionally beautiful, Princess Kestira," he sighed. "You might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. It's a great shame that you lived so many long centuries ago and are now long departed from this world. I truly wish I could have known the real you." However, as Jeff continued scanning every square inch of his latest acquisition, he was suddenly surprised at finding himself becoming physically aroused by the girl in the portrait. Jeff simply couldn't bear even the thought of taking his eyes away from Kestira's likeness. And quite soon thereafter, he was ignoring everything else. Nothing else in either the portrait or in his library was as important as she had become. As Jeff continued gazing upon Kestira's beauteous visage, his own feelings of sexual arousal were also continuously increasing with an unabated fervor. For a moment, Jeff wondered if something might be wrong with him. However, Jeff had no doubts in his mind that Kestira was definitely, despite her youth, exceptionally attractive. In any event, she was still nothing more than a simple portrait hanging on his wall. Jeff had never in his entire life felt anything even remotely like this before. Whoever heard of someone thinking lustful thoughts about a mere portrait. "You're just a simple portrait," he mumbled. "You're nothing more than that. How can I possibly become so aroused just by looking at this one simple portrait?" And even though he thought to object further, he was still nevertheless quite definitely aroused. More oddly than anything else, his current state of physical arousal simply continued increasing without any sign of ever stopping. Was this the curse at work? Jeff suddenly felt the oddest compulsion to touch the portrait. But it was far too strange an urge. What if he damaged the portrait? Even though he wanted to and tried fighting against it, the urge was already too strong for him to resist. Feeling increasingly confused and anxious with whatever might be happening, Jeff's hand slowly reached out until he finally touched the portrait's centuries old frame. Still being somehow compelled by something beyond his knowledge and understanding, Jeff's hand slowly moved from the frame bordering the portrait to Kestira's slender hand. Once his hand reached hers, it began tingling strangely. And as his hand made its way slowly up Kestira's arm, he could also feel that odd tingling sensation begin extending from his own hand upward along his own arm. After a few brief moments of hesitation, Jeff carefully touched the thin waist of the young girl in the portrait. At the same time he was doing all of that, he was both surprised and not at all surprised that his own waist tingled as if an unseen someone had just placed his equally unseen hands there. And once his hand slowly slid up to her small breasts, Jeff quickly felt those same tingly sensations spread just as swiftly to his chest. Jeff had no idea what could possibly be happening to him. This whole strange situation he found himself in was really weird and constantly getting weirder. Just how could simply touching this old portrait in any way affect his own body the way it apparently was? "This simply makes no sense," said Jeff, his voice quivering slightly. As he worriedly looked down at his body, he suddenly had this most peculiar feeling that his own body was no longer really his own. He couldn't begin to explain why he felt that way or even when it had begun, but it simply seemed as if he had been altered somehow. However, Jeff was - at least according to the evidence from his own eyes - still exactly as he'd always been. Even though Jeff was relieved that his body had not actually changed, that still didn't prevent him from continuing to feel so strangely. At the same time, his burning desire and his need for the girl in the portrait was still constantly increasing. No longer having any clear idea why he was doing anything he was doing, but still unable to do anything else, Jeff's fingers cautiously touched the girl's lips of paint. But even as he did so, he, as inexplicably as before, felt something touching his own lips. All of a sudden compelled into action once more, he kissed the lips of the girl in the portrait. Only those two lips that met his own were nothing like he'd expected. Instead of being hard and unyielding like the canvas on which they were painted, the girl's lips were at first soft and yielding before finally turning equally responsive. Jeff kept feeling increasingly odder and more peculiar. Something he simply could never hope to explain was apparently happening to him. And no matter what was actually happening to him, Jeff had already convinced himself he wouldn't like the final results - regardless of what they might be. But just at that moment, even though Jeff still remained uncertain of any of his actions, he thought he heard a soft, but highly sensual, female voice. "As I have heard you wish to know me, Jeff Martin, then know me you soon shall." All of a sudden, every one of Jeff's bodily functions physically and mentally overloaded. As a result, his mind and body was flooded with thousands - possibly even millions - of sensations he'd never felt or sensed before. But even as totally overwhelmed as he was, Jeff still somehow managed to look up at the portrait. Was Princess Kestira actually smiling down at him? But Jeff knew that couldn't be possible. For if it were somehow actually true, then the portrait itself would have somehow had to have altered. The impossible alteration of the portrait was his very last thought. Physically exhausted and mentally overloaded, Jeff Martin passed out where he'd been standing and fell to the floor in a heap. *** When Jeff finally opened his eyes again, his head and body ached. He ached in places he'd never known existed before. He had no real idea where he might be, as there was just barely enough light in the room to see a few outlines and most of that light seemed to be coming in through a small window from the outside. All he could really tell with any great certainty was he was lying in a rather large bed and was covered by many heavy blankets. The bed was also quite soft, as well as exceptionally comfortable. However, this unusual bed was absolutely nothing like anything he'd ever laid in before. Neither did Jeff recognize this room in which he and this bed were located. The room was clearly meant to be a bedroom, but it was definitely far larger - not to mention several degrees colder - than his own bedroom or, for that matter, any of the other rooms in his house. From what little he could actually see, Jeff thought this room might easily be larger than his own library. That was where Jeff remembered being just before he'd lost consciousness. So where was he? Very strangely, there were no signs of visible lighting fixtures anywhere in the entire room. He'd certainly heard several odd tales of how some people conserved electrical power. But he definitely thought that having no lights whatsoever was just a little too extreme. Jeff also began wondering how he had gotten just wherever it was he now was. Making matters even that much worse for him, he still had no clear idea where here really was. But one thing was more than reasonably certain - he was no longer in his own home, even though the very last place he clearly remembered being was at home in his library. At the same time, he was also feeling a little embarrassed, as he also remembered just how totally aroused he'd become simply by looking at the portrait of the beautiful Princess Kestira he'd just bought and hung library wall. Jeff was glad no one had seen what else he'd done. So how had he got here? And just where the hell was here anyway? Jeff knew he lived alone. He had lived alone for the last several years. That had been when he'd finally left his parent's house and gone away to school. He just enjoyed living alone. He simply liked the idea of having to answer to no one other than himself. He never had to make commitments. However, someone clearly must have moved his unconscious body to this large cold room. That was clearly a cause for his concern. He hadn't been expecting anyone to show up last night. That could only mean that someone must have been illegally in his house last night. Had he been kidnapped? Or had he somehow managed to call for help and merely forgotten what had happened? But even if he'd somehow managed to call Sylvia Winters last night, which he certainly doubted, she would have definitely needed a lot of help simply moving him from the floor of his library to wherever the hell he was now. Maybe someone at the auction house had followed him home. With his eyes more accustomed to the minimal lighting in the room, Jeff quickly scanned the large room he was in. He was very surprised at seeing a portrait of Princess Kestira hanging over the large fireplace. Jeff thought it was somewhat odd to have such a large fireplace in a bedroom. But even stranger than the fireplace and fire burning within it, the portrait he now viewed wasn't the same one he had just purchased at the auction. And yet, the girl in it was immediately recognizable as the same Princess Kestira. However, she was very clearly an even younger girl - by at least a few years - than she was in the portrait he'd purchased. That was quite strange. Jeff had never known that this particular portrait of her had existed before right now; he had long thought that he'd known something about every portrait of Princess Kestira ever commissioned. So from where had this totally unknown portrait of Princess Kestira come? He had an even better question. Why was this portrait unknown to him? Just where the hell was he? As he continued his perusal around this room, he suddenly spotted two young women - more likely young girls from their silhouettes - sitting in twin chairs across from his bed. Even in the poor light, Jeff thought he recognized one of them. He could have sworn that one was Sylvia Winters. However, that other girl was someone he'd never seen before. Yet somehow, very strangely, neither one of the two girls really appeared to be too much older than the young Princess in the portrait hanging above the fireplace. However, Jeff knew that couldn't be possible, since Sylvia Winters was clearly only a few years younger than he was. Quite clearly, Sylvia could not be the adolescent sitting across from him. Perhaps she had a daughter that looked exactly like her. Both girls visibly jumped, as Jeff cleared his throat. "Where am I?" he asked them. "And just what are you doing here, Sylvia?" he muttered, although his own voice sounded quite odd in his ears. Both of the girls swiftly turned attentively towards him once he'd spoken. They smiled at him, as soon as they saw that his eyes were open and he was looking questioningly in their direction. "Thank the high heaven's above," said the girl who looked so much like Sylvia. "Thou art awake once again." Curiously, Jeff stared at the girl. Although she might have looked like a somewhat younger version of Sylvia Winters, she certainly didn't sound too much like the auctioneer he'd known. "Praise be to the High Lord above," said the other girl. "You be sleeping many long days now. We be all most worried about thee." "Whatever didst happen to thee?" asked the Sylvia look-alike. "We didst find thee passed out upon the floor of our mighty Lord's great meeting hall. And nay one soul had any inkling whatever might have happened to thee there." "I don't really know what the hell happened to me either, girls," replied Jeff calmly, although his voice continued sounding quite odd in his ears. "Just where the hell am I anyway?" At the same moment, both girls appeared totally distressed by Jeff's simple question. Nervously, they glanced back and forth between each other as if wondering what they should do next. "Thou mustn't swear," fretted the Sylvia look-alike. "Art thee all right?" asked the other girl nervously. "I suppose so," replied Jeff. And yet, quite truthfully he was starting to feel somewhat self-conscious about the odd way both of these young girls kept staring at him. It was almost as if they were expecting him to do or say something. They were both quite pretty and exceptionally well endowed for their apparent youth. However, even as young as they obviously were, Jeff could only wonder why he felt no pressing physical attraction towards either girl. "We wert all most worried about thee," said the young wannabe Sylvia. "Certes his Lordship shall be most pleased once he be told thou art well once again." Once again? His Lordship? Once again Jeff began wondering where he was and just how the hell he might have arrived in wherever the hell he currently was. "Methinks I must go inform his Lordship that thou art well once more," said the girl he didn't recognize, before she swiftly left the room. "Just what the hell is going on here, Sylvia?" But the girl who looked so much like a young Sylvia Winters only stared at Jeff. "Thou knows thee mustn't swear." Clearly confused, she nervously asked, "Who be this Sylvia person of whom thou speakest? Sylvia be such an odd name as thou must certes be aware." The girl looked deeply into Jeff's eyes. "I be Selanya. Along with my younger sister Winatra, we be, as we have always been and will always be, thine most loyal personal servants." The girl's look suddenly turned grim. "But certes thou must remember me and Winatra. Or hast perchance some evil most terrible demonspawn stolen thine memories away from thee." "Of course, I remember you and your sister, Selanya." lied Jeff quickly and effortlessly. Obviously, both of these young girls somehow thought they knew him even though he certainly didn't know either of them. "However, I am still a little befuddled by whatever has apparently befallen me." However, as Jeff sat up while the girl Selanya went over to what appeared to be an impressive, yet overly ornate, dresser, the odd feel of long hair falling across and draping his shoulders immediately surprised him. Just how long had he actually been unconscious for his normally short hair to have grown out so long? And yet, as he looked down at his body when the blankets fell away, Jeff simply couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. He was wearing thinner bedclothes that he would have ever considered wearing. He simply couldn't understand why these people had decided on dressing him this way. But far more startling for Jeff was the sudden realization that pushing out from beneath the sheer material of these bedclothes were two somewhat small, but still clearly definable, female breasts. "What the hell is going on around here?" muttered Jeff. Selanya turned quickly at the sound of Jeff's voice. "Didst thou say something else, my Princess?" she asked with that same unmistakable warm tone of concern in her voice. Princess? Now it was clearly his own ears that Jeff couldn't believe. Had he actually heard what he'd thought he'd heard? How was it even remotely possible that anyone could confuse him for some Princess? He wasn't even a girl. "I said nothing, Selanya. I was merely thinking out loud." Even though he could only wish it were true, he added for the girl's benefit, "There's nothing really wrong with me at all." Suddenly the door into the bedroom opened, as Winatra returned with a man... a very large man, who kept to the shadows. Jeff couldn't see the man's face and he didn't have the first clue about who he might be. However, sight unseen, Jeff instinctively disliked and mistrusted the giant almost immediately. "Your Lordship." Selanya rose and curtsied nervously. "This wench Winatra has informed me that the Princess Kestira has finally awakened again after her strange misadventure in the great hall. Although I shall not disturb her continued rest as yet, I shall now insist, as is my right under the law, on knowing how my future bride fares this very moment." Jeff wondered what this loud giant of a man meant with this 'future bride' shit. All of a sudden, Jeff realized that this imposingly large man had already made a reference to him being Princess Kestira. But if that were impossibly the case - Jeff couldn't believe it might be true - then that could only mean that the hulking man was... "She be awake again. She seems well, my Lord Sawyrd," replied Selanya. "Methinks she shall be as well as ever with just a little more rest." "Will this unexplained little episode of hers in the great hall interfere in any way with our wedding plans set for next week?" Sawyrd stared at Selanya as if he were daring her to tell him it would. "Methinks this dost pose no problems to thy plans, my Lord," replied Selanya calmly and cautiously. "The Princess shall be her normal self again well before that time the two of thee have planned to take thine wedding vows. I be fairly certes she shall think as highly of thee then as she ever did before her latest mishap." "There must be no doubt about that, wench," snarled Sawyrd. Having seen to his duty, Sawyrd turned towards the door. But once he reached it, he turned back to Selanya. "If there's any change in my future bride's condition, you will let me know immediately." "Of course, my Lord Sawyrd," replied Selanya, as Sawyrd finally left. "Holy shit," muttered Jeff, even as he failed to notice Selanya whispering something in Winatra's ear. "I really don't know how any of this weird shit could possibly be happening to me." Jeff took a long deep breath, then slowly let it out again. He had hoped taking a deep breath would make him feel better. It didn't help a bit. "How could I have somehow become Princess Kestira? Far worse than suddenly becoming a girl, I'm just a short week away from having to marry that goddamn asshole Sawyrd." All of a sudden, Jeff wondered if saying what he had aloud had been a wise idea. Selanya had told him not to swear. Had it been a warning? These walls, fueled by Sawyrd's legendary paranoia, just might have ears listening in. But when Jeff took another look around his room, neither Selanya nor Winatra still remained in the room with him. Just when had they left him? Had they heard what he'd said? And just where the hell had they gone? *** As Jeff continued wondering just how deep the shit into which he'd somehow fallen was, there was, unexpectedly, a loud and insistent knocking on the door. But after just another moment had passed, the loud knocking ceased and door just as unexpectedly slowly swung open without the visitor waiting for a single word from Jeff. A tall and nearly bald, gaunt man with a long straggly white beard stood at the threshold staring at him. It was almost as if the man might be studying him. "May I enter your room, Princess?" he finally asked, although he didn't actually wait for an answer before doing so. "And just who the hell are you supposed to be?" asked Jeff nervously. "You don't know who I am," frowned the tall thin man. It wasn't exactly a question that had been asked. "I have no idea who the hell you are." "Then it is true. Isn't it?" "Is what true?" snapped Jeff. "And just who the hell are you anyway?" "My name is Posnur," replied the bearded man with a cautious smile. "As to what I know about what is the truth, you are plainly, in spite of your current appearance, not Princess Kestira." The man looked Jeff over from head to toe. "It seems both Winatra and Selanya thought you were acting quite strangely after finally waking from your fall. They sought me out to speak of their suspicions. They think you might be a demon. Are you a demon?" he asked. After too brief of a pause to allow Jeff any comment, Posnur continued speaking. "You might have somehow stolen her form, but you quite definitely possess not her way or her knowledge for the true Princess Kestira would have immediately known her court mage." The balding old man stared menacingly at Jeff. "Now tell me quickly, foul usurper of others' bodies - why have you stolen our Princess' body away from her? Just where, and in what lowly beast, have you stashed her true mind?" "I'm no demon. I don't have the slightest idea what this crap you're spouting is all about." It wasn't exactly a lie, since Jeff truly knew very little about what had happened himself. But on the other hand, Jeff didn't exactly know how much he could - or even if he should - trust this strange old bearded man. "I'm just seem to be having one incredibly bad day, Posnur." "Your explanation is definitely not the entire truth. That is something you know as well as I do, foul and perverse stealer of bodies not your own." Posnur's stare narrowed. "It would be much better for you to simply tell me the whole truth now, then have Lord Sawyrd find out you are nothing but an impostor instead of his duly promised bride-to-be. His Lordship is little more than a petty spoiled brat whenever things he believes his own property are taken from him." Jeff swallowed nervously. Having heard all the old horror stories and mysterious legends about Sawyrd and the horrible things he'd done while on the throne, Jeff quickly decided he very definitely didn't want to be his next victim. "Okay, I'll tell you the whole truth for all the good it will do either of us. I don't really know what happened, Posnur. I don't even now how I got here. I simply woke up a little earlier and found myself here in this bed, as well as in this body." "That's much better. These new words of yours at least have the ring of truth about them," replied Posnur. "I doubt you're actually a demon, since there was enough truth in what you said and you haven't been reduced to simmering embers. Now tell me. What do you last remember before waking up here?" Jeff felt his face redden. "I had this strange compulsion to kiss the portrait of Princess Kestira I'd just bought at auction earlier today. But just as I kissed the lips of her likeness I thought I heard a sensual female voice say something like 'since I wanted to know her, then I'd know her.' About that time, I felt the lips of the portrait soften as if they were becoming real flesh. And then I just sort of passed out and sometime later I woke up here in this soft, rather large, bed." "A most interesting story. Perhaps, I was a bit hasty in my initial judgment of you. Perhaps you are not this willful stealer of others' bodies that I first believed you were," replied Posnur. "As this pertains to you, I am now quite afraid that you might have actually been the victim of an involuntary soul transmigration. Now tell me truthfully - this is very important - is this the year of our Lord one thousand, three hundred, and eighty-seven for you?" Posnur watched Jeff visibly pale and immediately knew the answer. "I thought not. Quite apparently your soul's transmigration also contained a temporal vector. But fear not, my dear. I now doubt you are its true cause." Posnur's words were not overly reassuring. "Most likely, as I've already said, you are simply the victim here. You should also know, there have been several other incidents over the past several months where the Princess has inexplicably fainted. But before tonight she has never returned to consciousness as someone other than her true self." "But what about the real me?" asked Jeff. "For the moment and for the immediately foreseeable future, you are the real you, my dear," smiled Posnur. "However, I assume you must have meant your original body. Since you are currently here occupying the body of the Princess, I would be inclined to consider it most likely that her soul is now likewise housed within your former body. Additionally, the Princess is also likely to be wherever and whenever it is you actually come from." Posnur stroked his white beard. "This portrait of the Princess you say you bought intrigues me. Just how old was it? And who, if there were indeed others, was in it, aside from Kestira herself?" "The portrait I bought was better than six centuries years old," replied Jeff calmly. "The Princess is in it, of course. And so is her husband Lord Sawyrd." "Now I begin to understand this problem more fully. Princess Kestira has never wanted to marry Lord Sawyrd; it was nothing more than a marriage of convenience arranged by their parents before she was ever born. The King was never pleased about marrying off his only child to someone like Sawyrd. He would have rather handed her - his own flesh and blood - the reigns of rulership, even though she had been born female rather than male. In spite of her female sex, the King always saw great things in store for his daughter. I had also hoped to prevent that marriage, before the Princess could do something rash." Posnur sighed heavily. "Quite obviously, I have failed in my duty to protect her from her own impetuousness. I should have guessed she was still seeking other ways of escaping her impending marriage to that loutish loudmouthed buffoon." Posnur's stare returned to Jeff. "Was there someone, or perhaps something, else in that portrait?" "There were no other people," replied Jeff. "There was only some large strange looking shaggy dog." "I'm not surprised. I should have known she would be there as well," said Posnur. "For that was no ordinary shaggy dog. Teska has always been the conduit for Kestira's own limited mystical powers. She also provides Kestira access to a great store of her own mystical energies. When I looked for her earlier this evening, she was nowhere to be found." Posnur paused for a moment. "I don't know if this means anything, but the finished portrait you bought in your time has not yet been completed here in mine." "But what does all of this mean to me?" asked Jeff. "To put it quite simply, it means that you're essentially stuck here until I can figure out some way of re-transmigrating your souls across the voids of both space and time. However, my task would be far simpler if I just sent you back to your own time within this vessel," replied Posnur. "That is definitely the easier task, since I wouldn't need to find the true Princess. It would take far less preparation. But that poses a bigger problem and creates an additional complication that must be avoided. Neither this land nor Lord Sawyrd would be overly pleased with the disappearance of their most beloved Princess. For those very same reasons, I can make no attempt to reshape your body in any way, although that task might well be beyond my ability without Teska's assistance on which I could draw." "So how long is this re-transmigration thingy of yours going to take?" "Who can actually tell? If you're extremely lucky, no more than a week, but I'm afraid it will most likely take many months longer." Posnur shook his head. "But you don't have that much time. After another week has passed, unless something unexpectedly prevents it, you and Sawyrd will be married. I can only hope that you've had some experiences with the males of your far away land." "Oh shit." Jeff visibly paled again. "Even legally married, I can't possibly have sex with him. Don't you understand, Posnur? In my own time and place, I was not a girl. I was a man. My name there was Jeff Martin." The wizened court mage seemed to stifle a grin. "That's definitely an added complication for you, Jeffmartin. But your former maleness is also something I should have guessed, knowing Kestira as well as I do. Your being here in her body clearly helps maintain a cosmic balance of sorts, although I'm convinced that you will enjoy sharing Sawyrd's bed every bit as much as Kestira would have." Posnur swiftly noted Jeff's confused expression. "Even you must have realized by now that our Princess was never pleased about having been born female. Her escape to your time and your body has now freed her from both an unwanted marriage to Lord Sawyrd and the gender she despised being. I'm certain things must be very different in the time where you're from, Jeffmartin, but here in mine no female can ever aspire to hold real power. Being female here is very limiting. And our lovely Kestira has always had far more ambitions then her gender would ever allow her to have." Suddenly, the bearded man put a hand alongside each of Jeff's temples. As Jeff involuntarily closed his eyes, Posnur whispered several words in a totally unfamiliar tongue into Jeff's ear. Jeff felt suddenly strange. "What the hell did you just do to me, Posnur?" he asked when the white bearded man lowered his hands and stepped back from Jeff. "Something quite necessary, I'm afraid. But it was done simply for your own protection," replied Posnur. "From this moment forward, unless you are alone with me, the way you act - your every action and reaction - will be totally indistinguishable from those of the real Princess Kestira." "Why did you do that to me?" "It's very simple, my dear. Your loyal servants Winatra and Selanya quickly surmised you could not be their true Princess." Posnur looked Jeff over carefully. "You might have been able to fool Winatra for a short period of time, but there was absolutely no way you could have ever fooled Selanya for very long. In addition, if Sawyrd were even to suspect you might not be who you should be, he might foolishly decide to kill you. He might then seek to charge this kingdom with the foulest of base treacheries." Posnur looked deeply into Jeff's eyes. "We just can't have that at all. Even though you now inhabit the lithe body of his bride-to-be, he will simply see you as little more than his enemy to be dealt with swiftly and severely. But most fortunately for you, Princess Kestira's secret little clandestine indiscretions with Selanya still remain unknown to him." "Oh," replied Jeff meekly. "I guess I can see the wisdom of your actions." "Of course there's every possibility that things might yet become even worse for you," explained Posnur. "Your upcoming wedding night might still be your very last night on this earth in any event. For on that night, should you rebuff any of his rightful husbandly advances, as the unwed Kestira has been able to do with such great consistently to date, you might be swiftly charged with nothing less than the highest treason." "This is just unbelievable," said the thoroughly dispirited young man trapped in the body of Princess Kestira. "I just can't believe how this shit I'm in keeps getting deeper and deeper." "There is one last thing you must do. You must avoid Kestira's cousin Lutara at all costs," warned Posnur. "That thoroughly wicked wench is as an ambitious a bitch as she is beautiful. And as it is clearly to her advantage, I fear she would swiftly welcome your elimination from the competition she sees you as being." Jeff swallowed nervously. "If that's the case, why don't you simply send me back to my own time?" "You have no current need to worry, Jeffmartin. With the spell I've cast over you, no one will ever suspect you of being anyone other than she who you appear to be." Following a wide smile directed towards Jeff, Posnur suddenly turned and left the room. But as Jeff continued staring at the door Posnur had just exited, he suddenly began worrying about something the old man had just said. The idea that everyone would be thinking that he was actually Princess Kestira was exactly what he was afraid of. *** Jeff stared at his reflection. He had no real idea just how long he stood in front of the mirror and stared at the image it reflected back at him. He simply couldn't believe he was a girl. At the same time, he was still wondering what Posnur hadn't told him when he'd said no one would be able to tell him apart from the real Princess Kestira. Jeff was convinced the old man was hiding something. Being completely indistinguishable from a beautiful princess was a worrisome notion that simply reeked of far too many obvious and very troublesome problem areas - none of which Jeff really wanted to think about or dwell on for any extended periods of time. He'd never heard anything about Kestira hating being female before. It was difficult for him to comprehend how someone as beautiful as Princess Kestira could possibly hate being female. However, Posnur had implied the Princess was involved in a lesbian relationship with her personal servant Selanya. It might have been Sawyrd's discovery of their special relationship that led him to imprison her. Jeff could certainly understand why Kestira had felt a need to escape her true time and space. This place and this time were simply not the place and time any intelligent woman would choose to be. Had he been in Kestira's shoes, he would have very likely tried whatever he could do in order to escape. It was only then that Jeff realized he was in Kestira's shoes. He didn't want to marry Sawyrd; he only wanted to escape. However, even should he somehow manage to escape this time and place, what would it do to the history that had recorded their marriage, as well as the complete fall of Sawyrd into maniacal lunacy? At least Jeff was somewhat relieved that he'd already known Kestira wasn't overly fond of her husband-to-be. But that was very easy to believe knowing what he'd known of Sawyrd from the history books he'd read, not to mention what he'd already observed of the man for himself as he'd lain in Kestira's bed. The very last thing Jeff wanted to even think about right now was having to go at it hot and heavy with that mad beast Sawyrd - or any other male for that matter - on their upcoming wedding night. He had to find some way to stop it regardless of what it did to history. However, Jeff also somehow knew that if that need arose for him to lie as a woman in bed with Sawyrd, then that spell Posnur had cast over him would make it highly likely that he'd willingly be doing exactly that. Most unfortunately, that need would most definitely arise by the end of the current week. At the same time, he'd most likely be enjoying himself with great relish. But right now, above everything else, one thing was certain. Jeff was quickly going stir crazy just sitting alone in this room with no one to talk to but his female reflection. He'd never really liked being all alone in overly strange places. Even if it actually seemed as if he weren't truly alone, his female reflection wasn't really that much company or even a lot of help. Put very simply, even as young as the Princess was, Jeff would have rather been with her than been her. He felt so restless. However, Jeff couldn't keep from wondering just how much of his current feelings of restlessness was a direct consequence of Posnur's spell. But whether or not the cause of his restlessness was the spell didn't really make any great difference. Jeff simply had to get out of this room for a while. He needed to go somewhere - only he didn't know exactly where he should go. He could only hope that he'd wind up wherever it was he needed to be. Once he was done there, he'd have to somehow find his way back here again. But his greatest worry about leaving this room was eventually winding up someplace where he would find someone expecting something of a very compromising nature from their Princess. As he finally left his room - he knew this was really the Princess' room and not his, but right then and there he was, whether he liked it or not, the Princess - he felt... very comfortable. Although he couldn't find another word to explain it any other way, 'comfortable' just seemed the very best word to describe how he currently felt. Even if he wasn't too sure he actually liked it, everything just felt so right and totally familiar. Eventually Jeff realized these feelings of comfort and familiarity were nothing more than another aspect of Posnur's spell. But that, at least, continued to worry him. Jeff hadn't gone very far along his way, when he turned a corner and ran straight into one of the patrolling guards. This guard, as Jeff quickly decided all of them surely must be, was quite solidly built. After bouncing off him, Jeff tumbled to the floor. For several moments - although it felt more like a lifetime to Jeff - the guard just looked at him sprawled out on the floor with a peculiar look in his eyes. Then, all at once, the guard appeared to recognize just who the disheveled Jeff sprawled out on the floor really was. "A thousand pardons, my Princess," said the young guard contritely as he quickly helped Jeff back to his feet. "I must not have been watching where I was going, Princess. Please. You must forgive me." "There was no real harm done, Daltar." Jeff wondered how he knew this particular guard's name, before deciding that knowledge must have also be another part of Posnur's spell. "I'm as much at fault as you are," he smiled. "You can never be at fault, Princess. I certainly hope I didn't hurt you," said Daltar with concern, as he continued holding Jeff's small hand in his. "Not at all, Daltar," replied Jeff. "Trust me. I'm just fine." But as the young guard continued holding his hand, Jeff began wondering if Daltar had the hots for him - or rather for the young Princess within whose body he currently resided. At the same time, Jeff was wondering what the real Princess thought of this young guard Daltar. After all, for a guy, Daltar was rather handsome. That was another of his recent thoughts that worried Jeff, even though his body oddly felt nothing special for the handsome young man. That didn't bother him very much. He didn't like boys, but then he remembered Kestira's lesbian affair with Selanya. At the same time, Jeff wondered why he kept watching the young handsome muscular Daltar until his route took him out of Jeff's sight. Once Daltar was completely out of sight, Jeff once more resumed walking in the same direction he'd been heading before he'd been bowled over by the young guard. He still couldn't shake this odd sense that he was supposed to meet someone somewhere near by. But Jeff still had no idea who that might be and equally no idea where he was going. He was certain he'd feel a lot better if he only knew whom he was seeking, but he surmised he'd just have to wait and find out whomever it was whenever he finally arrived at wherever he was going. As he approached a small door in one of the hallways as he walked, the door slowly swung open. Jeff was very surprised to see Selanya step out of that room, because he somehow knew this particular room was not only generally unoccupied, but also nowhere near her servant's own quarters. Jeff was even more surprised when he saw Selanya begin smiling once she saw him approaching the door. He was even more surprised when he heard her say, "Methought thou must have forgotten our time. I wouldst have understood completely, as thou hast had nay a good day, my Lady Kestira." Selanya took Jeff's hand. "How art thou feeling? Art thou all right?" "I'm just fine, Selanya." But as he saw her doubting expression, he added, "Really. I'm fine." Jeff began wondering about this servant girl's sudden familiarity with the Princess. But wasn't that exactly what Posnur had implied was the case between Selanya and Princess Kestira earlier? Jeff still couldn't get over how much Selanya looked like Sylvia Winters the attractive auctioneer who had sold him the portrait that gotten him into this mess in the first place. Although Selanya must have been a few years younger, she and Sylvia could almost be twin sisters, except for that six centuries in time between their births. Perhaps Selanya was one of Sylvia's direct ancestors. After all, even though he'd never really paid them much credence, he'd heard a few stories of people looking exactly like one of their ancient ancestors. "How could I have possibly forgotten our time, Selanya?" Jeff answered very smoothly, although he only had a rough idea what she was actually talking about. "I be glad to hear that," her smile broadened. "As is ever the case, we have so little time," she whispered conspiratorially, even as she pulled Jeff into the room she'd just left. And once they were inside, Selanya quickly closed and bolted the door. In spite of what Posnur had told him earlier, Jeff wondered what Selanya meant to do. For what did they have so little time? But Jeff didn't have to wonder or wait very long for an answer to his silent question. No sooner had she returned to his side after the door had been bolted, then Selanya planted an impassioned kiss on the lips of a somewhat surprised Jeff. A few moments later, Selanya abruptly pulled back. "Art thou certes thou be all right, my sweet Kestira?" She looked at him with growing concern that was definitely not the concern of a servant for her mistress. "I told you, Selanya. I'm fine." Jeff smiled at her. "I'll show you that I'm all right." Before Selanya could react, Jeff had leaned into her and kissed her just as she had previously kissed him. It was a purely instinctual act on his part that made Jeff feel exceptionally good. However, he was a little worried that being with Selanya like this was beginning to arouse his female body sexually. Although he'd never had any real problems kissing pretty girls before, he just didn't think that, as a girl himself now, he should be getting as hot and bothered as he was by simply kissing another girl. And yet, on the other hand, Selanya had been very clearly expecting this kind of response from Princess Kestira. To Jeff that could only mean that the Princess and Selanya liked each other... probably, a whole lot more than he had previously imagined. Posnur had been right all along. But were they actually lovers? It didn't take Jeff very much longer to realize that lovers were exactly what they were. He'd certainly never seen anything like that mentioned in any of the history books. However, Princess Kestira being a closet lesbian was definitely something that would have likely been kept a well-guarded secret here in the late fourteenth century. At the same time, it also explained his body's nearly total indifference to the guard Daltar. Clearly, the real Princess simply didn't like taking men as lovers. That fact also yielded another viable explanation about why the real Princess had been so actively seeking some way to escape her arranged marriage to Sawyrd. She hadn't liked him - that was a documented historical fact - and even though Jeff had only seen the man just that one time, he'd still taken an immediate dislike to him. That was before Posnur had cast his spell. Was his own dislike for the vocal large man simply because he considered Sawyrd a maniacal pompous ass? Or was his being in this female body beginning to affect his mind? More likely it had something to do with Posnur's spell. At that moment, Jeff realized Posnur must have known the full truth of the situation. He'd implied her affair with Selanya. He had stated that Princess Kestira had far more ambitions than any girl here was ever allowed to have. He'd also said earlier that Jeff would never be able to fool Selanya for very long. So here he was bespelled, both female and Princess Kestira. And the real Princess was, some six centuries into the future, both male and Jeff Martin. And yet, he was feeling quite pleased with himself. The very last thing he'd been expecting to meet in this time period was an excellent female lover like Selanya. She was just perfect for him. As long as they continued being discreet and were not caught in the act, he wasn't about to complain. However, getting caught by the wrong person doing what they were currently doing together would definitely pose major problems for both him and Selanya. Jeff suddenly - and quite unexpectedly - yawned. As he looked over at Selanya, he strangely found her asleep on the bed. "How very peculiar," muttered Jeff, as he yawned widely once again. As he looked at Selanya lying so peacefully on the bed, Jeff thought she looked incredibly sexy. Not wanting to wake Selanya, Jeff carefully slid onto the bed next to her. No sooner had his head touched the pillow then he too had fallen fast asleep. *** Jeff's head was angrily buzzing when he next woke. "What the hell just happened?" he mumbled, once he noted he was no longer in that same room in which Selanya had been waiting for his arrival. Nor were they back in his room. He wasn't surprised. Somehow Jeff knew exactly where he was. He was now in Sawyrd's room. As bad as that might have been, he was also lying on Sawyrd's large bed. Jeff was simply furious with that overbearing pompous asshole. Somehow - although he didn't know how, nor even if it were in fact true - that slimy little bastard must have taken him away from Selanya and then had his way with him. However, Jeff also quickly realized that Sawyrd had just made his first and last mistake. They were not as yet married. Although it pained Jeff to admit it, he was still the Princess. Even the most contemptible of future husbands - a role for which Sawyrd was quite eminently qualified - still had to abide by the rules of the game. Jeff just couldn't wait to tell his daddy the King what that pompous overbearing asshole Sawyrd had done to his little girl before they were even lawfully married and totally without his consent. "Good. It's about time," said a voice near Jeff. "You've finally awakened again. I was beginning to wonder." However, the voice he heard definitely didn't belong to Sawyrd. The voice was clearly too high- pitched and feminine sounding for him. "It's about time that sleeping gas wore off, you foolish little girl." "What? Who?" muttered Jeff. "Don't you dare start playing your stupid little mind games with me, Kestira. You know exactly who I am, little bitch." The owner of the voice, an attractive busty brunette in a floor length gown, stepped slowly out of the shadows. Although Jeff had never seen this woman before in his life, he somehow knew exactly who she was. It certainly had to be Posnur's spell once again. "Lutara," snarled Jeff, as his body almost instinctively reacted adversely to the mere presence of the Princess Kestira's older cousin. Posnur had warned him about Lutara. Very clearly, the real Kestira had no great liking for her buxomy cousin either. It was also equally clear to Jeff that the feeling was a mutual one. As Jeff swiftly looked around the room, he saw only Lutara and a small robed figure of indeterminate gender in the room with him. "What have you done with Selanya, you damn bitch?" "You need never worry about your little lover again, my dear cousin," snarled Lutara. "She has already been dispatched to a far better place than this one. I would imagine that she'll be far happier there." "You killed her?" Jeff was stunned at Lutara's callousness. "You're a murderous butcher. Why did you have to do that? That couldn't possibly have been necessary." "Not that I did, mind you, but what if I did kill her?" smiled Lutara. "After all, she was merely a serving wench with no real importance to anyone save you." Lutara smiled wickedly at Jeff. "Besides, I think she'll be far happier in the days to come where I've sent her than she could ever be remaining here with you." "You goddamn cold bloodied bitch!" exclaimed Jeff. "Are you going to kill me now too?" "That certainly cuts me to the quick, Kestira," replied Lutara in cold disgust. "Do you think I'm stupid? You're still the beloved Princess of this land and, as totally unwilling as you might be to accept it, the betrothed of that quite handsome Lord Sawyrd. Although I might relish the idea of doing you in just for the fun of it, I'm not really that stupid or naive. As the dearly beloved Princess, you can't just simply disappear without causing an incredible ruckus." Jeff began smiling. He felt somewhat relieved, since Lutara's options seemingly didn't include killing him. "Then what are you going to do to me? Once I tell everyone what you've done to me and to Selanya you'll still be up shit creek without a paddle." "You seem to have picked up an unusually quaint and colorful way of expressing things, Princess. Did your common little urchin Selanya teach you that coarse vulgar expression?" grinned Lutara. "Not that anyone would care one little whit about your former lover, my dear cousin, but you should know that Princess Kestira will never tell anyone anything about what I've done to either of you here today." "And just how do you plan on stopping me from telling everyone what you did?" asked a suddenly much bolder and confident Jeff. "Quite simply, in fact," grinned Lutara. "I know for an absolute fact that Princess Kestira will say nothing about what happened here today because you will no longer be the Princess. In just a few short moments, you will be me and I will be you." Lutara laughed at Jeff's puzzled expression. "Melkro, the time we've been waiting for is now at hand. Do now what you've already been paid handsomely to do." The nondescript hooded figure began mumbling several strange words in an odd sounding voice - one as equally indeterminate of its gender as the figure's appearance - in an odd sounding language Jeff did not recognize. All of a sudden, he felt a wave of extreme dizziness pass through him. In addition, he felt a pressing need to sit down before he could fall to the floor. However, his need to sit puzzled him. It was really strange, because Jeff couldn't exactly remember when or even how he'd gotten off the bed. If that wasn't enough, he also wondered why his breasts felt so much different all of a sudden. But Jeff soon got all of his questions and then some answered, once he sat down in the chair beside the bed. For sitting calmly on the bed grinning devilishly across at him was... Princess Kestira. "What the hell is going on?" Jeff was surprised that his voice, although still clearly female, was no longer the same female voice he'd grown accustomed to hearing as he spoke. It just couldn't be. What he assumed had apparently just happened to him couldn't possibly have happened. At the same time, just who did he think he was to try saying what was and wasn't possible now? Was his being displaced over six centuries in time while undergoing a sex change in the process really any more believable than he and Lutara swapping bodies? However, Jeff could only watch while the new Kestira playfully stroked her small breasts. "How do live with these small pitifully poor excuses for breasts," remarked the new Kestira. "I suppose I can put up with these tiny bumps for a short while. It's a very small price to pay in order to become the Princess and get Lord Sawyrd for my husband." Kestira smiled wickedly at Jeff. "I would imagine you're very pleased about finally getting some adequate woman's flesh on your chest." She laughed briefly. "Besides, Lord Sawyrd was far too good for you anyway, dear little cousin. He'll be much better off with me as his mate, even if he continues thinking I'm really you. I have plans, you know. Once I've married him, I'll have Melkro whip up a little extra-strength breast enhancement potion. Although I'm sure that dimwitted boob Sawyrd will gladly take all the credit for this new body of mine finally developing a little more pleasing female shape." "You're mad. You won't get away with stealing my body, Lutara." "Of course, I will get away with stealing your body, my dullard little cousin. It's already done. I'm also quite sure you'll adjust very well to your new role, former Princess." The new Kestira laughed shrilly. "Besides, just who do you possibly think is going to stop me now." She grinned wickedly at Jeff? "You?" she smiled. "Don't make me laugh, little girl." "I'll tell Posnur what you've done to me," warned Jeff. "He'll never believe I'm suddenly interested in wedding Sawyrd. He'll know the truth when he hears it." "So you'll run off and tell Posnur? Why doesn't that frighten me, my dear foolish cousin? Posnur's so old now; he's really little more than an impotent fool." Kestira rose from the bed and walked over to the chair where Jeff was sitting. "But don't you worry a bit, cousin, you can be sure I'll take real good care of Posnur when that time finally comes. Besides, why would that bald foolish old goat ever listen to anything you had to say in the first place, Lutara? You and I both know he's never really liked or trusted you all that much." "Don't call me Lutara," snapped Jeff. "I might be trapped in your body right now, but I'm not Lutara and you and I both know it." "Perhaps I do; perhaps I don't," grinned Kestira. "But does anyone else know who you really are, my dear? Are you absolutely certain that you're not Lutara?" She nodded at the strange person who once again began mumbling in that odd sounding language. "I sure you must know that you look and sound just like Lutara. Don't you know that, my dear sweet cousin? Now just sit back and relax," smiled the new Princess. "Quite soon now you'll feel like a brand new girl. You will no longer have any problems knowing who you really are." As the peculiar robed figure continued mumbling, Jeff had no clear ideas what Lutara or the strange little person might actually be up to, but no matter what it was Jeff was already convinced that it wouldn't be in his best interests. As the odd mumblings from the peculiar little person continually droned on, Jeff's sense of annoyance with both of them also continued growing. At the same time, Jeff had also begun feeling dizzy again. Dozens of oddly disjointed thoughts were inexplicably swirling about madly in his mind. He could have almost sworn there were hundreds and hundreds of tiny little spiders crawling around in his brain. Were they also weaving new memories out of the old? It was probably the oddest, as well as the most disturbing, feelings he had ever experienced in his entire life. He really wished it would all stop. Then suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, all those odd sensations in his head simply ceased. Jeff wondered what had just happened. A quick look around the room informed Jeff that nothing had really changed. Absolutely nothing even seemed the slightest bit different than it had been before. That was a relief. Jeff shook her head. A sideways glance in the mirror simply confirmed that nothing about her had been changed in any way. She was still the same beautiful sexy Jeff she'd always been. Wasn't she? For some strange inexplicable, she couldn't shake the peculiar feeling that something important must have been changed. It just made more sense. If nothing about her had been in any way changed, then just what had all that senseless mumbo jumbo been all about? And yet, just what had that odd sexless person and Lutara thought they'd just done to her? However, once Jeff began searching through her memories for some clues that might give her some idea about what they might have been trying to do to her, she soon discovered her memories of being with Selanya had been severely edited. She still remembered the lov