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Chapter 1
Shane Cutler was very tired. He yawned as he ran a hand through his hair, blinking at the dark road ahead in his headlights. It had been a very long day. Shane’s nephew had taken a fall off his dirt bike, and hurt himself pretty bad. He’d broken several bones, and had had to have surgery. He’d spent his day at work, and his evening in the waiting room of the hospital trying to comfort and support his sister Amanda. Finally they’d gotten the good news that Matt was going to be all right, and he’d driven his exhausted sibling home to get some rest. Now he was on his way to his own house, needing desperately to get some sleep himself.
Suddenly, something ran into the road in front of his car. He yelled and hit the brakes hard, his tires squealing as his car started to spin. He spun the wheel, and the vehicle went off the road and came to a jarring halt. Shane blew out a long breath, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the steering wheel. Shit, that had been close! What the hell had run out in front of his car? He’d seen only a glimpse of something fairly tall, something that had stood on two legs? A person? He hurriedly opened his door, jumping out to see what was going on. If that had been a person, and they’d gotten hurt, he’d have to make a trip back to the hospital. Or at least use his cell phone to call for help.
His eyes searched the road, but he couldn’t see anything. Finally, he cursed and turned back to his car to dig a flashlight out of the glove box. He pulled it out and turned it on, running across the road to search the other side. His flashlight ran over the bushes, and at first he still couldn’t see anything. Then his eyes caught a glimpse of someone or something crouched in the shadows. “Hey,” he said. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
A head lifted, and he saw a narrow, fine-boned face surrounded by a swath of wild-looking hair of an indeterminate color. Eyes that seemed two pools of darkness stared up at him. The person didn’t move. Shane repeated his question again. “Are you all right? If you’re hurt, I can get you some help.”
Silence. But then the person slowly stood up out of the crouch and crept toward him. The light of Shane’s flashlight revealed a slim, lithe form dressed in some tatty-looking clothes that seemed almost diaphanous. The high-boned face revealed by the flashlight was dirty, and there were scratches on the slender bare arms. He saw two small breasts under the flowing dress or robe that this person was wearing. A girl then. She didn’t look very old, maybe a teenager. He very carefully held out his hand. “It’s all right,” he said again. “You’re safe. What are you doing out here at this time of night all alone?”
She cocked her head a bit to the side. It occurred to Shane that she acted like someone who didn’t understand English. Was she a foreigner? If so, he wouldn’t be able to communicate with her verbally. He tried a small, reassuring smile. He left his hand out, as she stopped a few steps away from him. “If you can understand me, nod your head,” Shane urged her.
She simply looked at him, without showing any signs that she did understand. He sighed. Then he turned and pointed at his car. “Will you go with me?” he said, knowing she couldn’t understand what he was saying, but hoping that his tone would suffice to tell her that she’d be safe with him. “I’ll take you into town and get you medical help.”
The girl stared at him, and then inched closer to him warily. She looked up into Shane’s face, searching it. After a moment she sighed and stepped closer to him, reaching out with a long-fingered hand. She touched his arm – and Shane felt his whole body stiffen as something like a bolt of electricity flashed through him. She felt it too; her eyes widened until they seemed to take over her whole face. “What the hell was that?!” he yelped, jerking back and staring at her as though he expected her to bite him or something.
She began to speak, high and urgently. Her voice was musical, but he understood not a word. Her hands waved in the air wildly. “I don’t know what you’re saying!” he cried, his nerves still tingling with whatever had passed through his body.
The girl grimaced and grabbed at his arm again. He would have pulled away, but he wasn’t quick enough. She was amazingly fast. And it happened again, only stronger this time. All of his muscles stiffened – every one. Including, to his chagrin, his cock. It stood like a piece of wood, making him gasp. This could not be happening! Shane had always been, since he’d first hit puberty, 100% gay. Women just did not do it for him at all. So why was the touch of this strange foreign girl that he’d almost run down giving him a major erection? He simply did not want to question his sexuality out here in the middle of the night.
“Look,” he rasped. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, or what you just did to me. But I‘m really tired, and all I want to do is sleep. So let me take you to the hospital or somewhere and let the police deal with you.”
The girl peered up into his face, her eyes seeming to be searching his for something. Then she smiled – a dazzling thing that lit up her face and made her beautiful. He felt his gut react, churning inside of him at the sight. She set her hand on his arm, and he tensed as he waited for that odd spark of electricity again. But to his relief, nothing happened. Her small hand simply lay on his arm, as she looked up into his face trustingly. She was obviously waiting for whatever he would do.
Shane started back toward his car, urging her along. She came with him, and he saw that she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Her bare feet were scratched and streaked with mud. She moved easily, so he didn’t think that he’d actually hit her with the car. He opened the passenger’s side door and waved at her to get in. She only looked at him, not seeming to understand. So Shane awkwardly set his hands on her, and pushed her gently into the seat. She finally caught on, draping herself onto the seat and looking up at him. “Good,” he told her.
She smiled at him again. Shane shook his head at himself as he circled his car to get into the driver’s side. What the hell was going on here? Just who was this strange woman, and why was he reacting this way to her? This was almost like some fever dream, and he was so tired that maybe that’s exactly what it was. Maybe he’d wake up soon, and find that he’d fallen asleep at the wheel. He rubbed at his eyes a bit, glancing over at the person sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car. She was touching the dashboard with a curious expression on her narrow face. She almost seemed like someone who’d never been in a car before. But that was crazy. It was the 21st century, after all. There were only a few tribes in the Amazon jungle who’d never ridden in a car. And that pale skin was not something you’d find on someone from South America.
Shane started the car, deciding to leave all of this to the authorities. They’d find out about this girl, who she was and where she belonged. For now he’d concentrate on not falling asleep at the wheel and putting them into a tree. That was all he could do.
The drive back to town was done in silence, with Shane in a sort of dream state. The girl seemed content to enjoy the ride, craning her neck to stare at the road ahead of them with wide, wondering eyes. He glanced at her every once in awhile, wondering what was going on in that head under the shock of rather wild hair. Finally he entered the city limits, and heard a gasp. Glancing briefly sideways, he saw that she was gaping at the lights and the buildings clustered so close together. He frowned. Again, it seemed like the girl had never seen a city or large town before. This was too weird. Just who was she? And how had she gotten by the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere?
He knew he’d get no answers to his questions, so he concentrated on the drive to the hospital. Pulling into the parking lot, he turned to the girl. “We’re going to go inside so that they can check you out,” he told her soothingly.
She just stared at him with those wide eyes. He waved his hands in a flowing motion toward the hospital. She looked at where his hands were motioning, and then frowned slightly. Shane got out of the car, and came around to let her out. She huddled in the seat, her lower lip sticking out a little in a mutinous manner. It seemed that she understood that he was trying to leave her here. He reached out to grab her arm, and she cried out and pulled away. He was astonished at how strong she was. She shook her head silently, her eyes begging. Clearly she wanted to stay with him. Shane didn’t know quite what to do. Baffled, he hesitated. Those begging eyes were getting to him.
The girl grabbed his hand and held tightly to it. She spoke in that strange language urgently, trying to tell him something. He felt almost dizzy with weariness and his worry over Matt, and now this. The conundrum sitting in his car. He needed sleep desperately. And the girl…wasn’t hurt, not that he could tell. Maybe if he stayed with her tonight, he could take her to the police station tomorrow. He hesitated again, then sighed and pushed her hand down into her lap. He went around to get back into the car, deciding to go to a hotel for the night. He simply would not be able to stay awake for the drive to his house.
The girl looked happier when he started the car again. She settled back, and waited to see what he’d do. Shane drove to the nearest decent hotel and got out of the car again. He went to rent a room with two beds, then came back and opened the passenger’s side door. The girl looked up at him. “Come on,” he told her. “Come with me. We’re going to get some sleep.” She hesitated, but at last seemed to decide that whatever he was doing it wasn’t dumping her here. She exited his car and stood next to him.
Shane took her arm in his hand, not really wanting to touch her after those first two experiences but not really having a choice. But it seemed safe this time; they went toward the hotel with no lightning bolts trying to sear his nerves. The girl looked around curiously as he led her across the lobby and toward the elevator. The clerk stared at them, not a shock since the girl was wearing only the tattered and grimy gown, with no shoes on her feet and her hair (revealed now to be a very light-blonde color) a wild mass atop her head. Shane shrugged at him a little, silently. He took the girl into the elevator and hit the button for their floor.
The doors closed, making her jump. Then the elevator started upward, and she freaked out. She squealed in a high-pitched voice and threw herself onto Shane, clinging to him. He gritted his teeth, fighting his body’s unnatural response to this person of the opposite sex. He didn’t push her away violently, though he wanted to. She was just too scared. He could feel her trembling as the elevator moved upward. When the doors opened again, she detached herself and bolted out of it with a relieved cry.
Shane followed more slowly, seeing her just standing there shaking. He touched her arm reassuringly. “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re fine. Come with me, come on.”
His tone seemed to have a good affect on her. She stopped trembling and crowded close to him. Shane led the way to their room, opening it with the key the clerk had given him. The girl padded into it on his heels, her eyes darting around to take in everything. He saw that the beds looked comfortable, and felt some relief of his own. He needed sleep like a drowning man needs air. He turned to her and gestured to the beds. “Sleep,” he said to her. “I need to sleep. You too. But first…” he looked at the mud drying on her feet and the dirt smeared on her face, “You need a shower. Over here.”
He led her to the door of the bathroom and opened it. She came with him, watching everything he did curiously. He stepped over to the shower and turned it on. She jumped again, but this time the wide eyes had a look of excitement in them. The girl stepped to his side and reached out, exclaiming in her strange language when she felt the warm water running over her hand. He touched her arm and pointed to the shower. “Wash yourself,” he said, doing a sort of pantomime with his hands. She understood. Her eyes lit up with it, and he sighed in relief. “I’m going to be out there while you clean yourself,” he told her, pointing out at the bedroom.
She started after him, but he stopped her with an upraised hand and pointed yet again at the shower. “Wash yourself,” he told her a bit more sternly this time.
She stopped and looked from him to the shower. At last she turned away, her slim hands reaching for whatever fastenings were on her flowing gown. Shane retreated hastily, closing the bathroom door behind him. He rubbed at his head as he sat down on one of the beds. God, he needed some shut eye. He’d be better able to handle his mystery girl in the morning, after eight hours or so. Shane slowly removed his jacket, shoes, and his shirt, not intending to take off his jeans. It wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping in them, but he didn’t want the girl to get any ideas about him. He wasn’t going to be able to explain homosexuality to her in sign language.
He was under the covers but still sitting up when she merged from the bathroom. Shane was relieved to see that she’d put her gown back on after she’d showered. Her hair hung in damp tangles down her back. He wondered if she’d figured out about shampoo. But her high-cheekboned face was clean, as was all of the skin that he could see under the gown. She looked at him across the room. He nodded at her. “You did a good job,” he told her.
She came toward him. Shane pointed at the other bed. “You sleep there,” he said in as commanding voice as he could manage. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the bed.
He repeated it yet again, and at last she seemed to understand. She went over to the bed and sat down on it, giving him a rather woeful look. He wondered why. But he refused to let himself be moved by that look, and at last she burrowed under the covers until only her head was visible. He did the same, lying down with a heavy sigh for his tired body and logy brain. “Goodnight,” he told the mystery girl. “We’ll figure this all out in the morning.”
Shane slid into sleep almost right away, and slept deeply for a long time. When he woke up again, sunlight was streaming through the windows. He blinked as he tried to remember where he was. Then it all came back – Matt’s accident, his driving home tired, and the girl darting out into the road. Shane sat up slowly in the bed, grateful that the mattress had been so comfortable. He ran a hand through his hair, and then looked at the bed across from him. He could see the girl’s high-boned face, but her eyes were closed. She was still sleeping. He moved over to the side of the bed, ready to think about a shower and breakfast before dealing with the girl.
But her eyes flew open, and she sat up swiftly. Shane stared at her. Was there something different about her in the light of morning? Her face seemed a little less soft, the bone structure not quite the same. And the dress seemed to hang on her body differently, too. The high breasts seemed to have disappeared sometime during the night. He blinked, wondering if he were losing it. But then she scrambled out of bed with a happy cry, and as she did so the gown fell to her waist. Yep, the breasts were definitely gone. A smooth male chest, crowned with pink nipples, was displayed when the dress headed south. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was a boy standing there in front of him in place of the girl from last night. What the hell?
Then he got an even bigger shock. The boy/girl opened his/her mouth and spoke. Not in that strange language, but in English. “Good morning, Shane,” he/she said, and it was then that he knew that he’d gone crazy sometime during the night.
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Chapter 1
Shane Cutler was very tired. He yawned as he ran a hand through his hair, blinking at the dark road ahead in his headlights. It had been a very long day. Shane’s nephew had taken a fall off his dirt bike, and hurt himself pretty bad. He’d broken several bones, and had had to have surgery. He’d spent his day at work, and his evening in the waiting room of the hospital trying to comfort and support his sister Amanda. Finally they’d gotten the good news that Matt was going to be all right, and he’d driven his exhausted sibling home to get some rest. Now he was on his way to his own house, needing desperately to get some sleep himself.
Suddenly, something ran into the road in front of his car. He yelled and hit the brakes hard, his tires squealing as his car started to spin. He spun the wheel, and the vehicle went off the road and came to a jarring halt. Shane blew out a long breath, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the steering wheel. Shit, that had been close! What the hell had run out in front of his car? He’d seen only a glimpse of something fairly tall, something that had stood on two legs? A person? He hurriedly opened his door, jumping out to see what was going on. If that had been a person, and they’d gotten hurt, he’d have to make a trip back to the hospital. Or at least use his cell phone to call for help.
His eyes searched the road, but he couldn’t see anything. Finally, he cursed and turned back to his car to dig a flashlight out of the glove box. He pulled it out and turned it on, running across the road to search the other side. His flashlight ran over the bushes, and at first he still couldn’t see anything. Then his eyes caught a glimpse of someone or something crouched in the shadows. “Hey,” he said. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
A head lifted, and he saw a narrow, fine-boned face surrounded by a swath of wild-looking hair of an indeterminate color. Eyes that seemed two pools of darkness stared up at him. The person didn’t move. Shane repeated his question again. “Are you all right? If you’re hurt, I can get you some help.”
Silence. But then the person slowly stood up out of the crouch and crept toward him. The light of Shane’s flashlight revealed a slim, lithe form dressed in some tatty-looking clothes that seemed almost diaphanous. The high-boned face revealed by the flashlight was dirty, and there were scratches on the slender bare arms. He saw two small breasts under the flowing dress or robe that this person was wearing. A girl then. She didn’t look very old, maybe a teenager. He very carefully held out his hand. “It’s all right,” he said again. “You’re safe. What are you doing out here at this time of night all alone?”
She cocked her head a bit to the side. It occurred to Shane that she acted like someone who didn’t understand English. Was she a foreigner? If so, he wouldn’t be able to communicate with her verbally. He tried a small, reassuring smile. He left his hand out, as she stopped a few steps away from him. “If you can understand me, nod your head,” Shane urged her.
She simply looked at him, without showing any signs that she did understand. He sighed. Then he turned and pointed at his car. “Will you go with me?” he said, knowing she couldn’t understand what he was saying, but hoping that his tone would suffice to tell her that she’d be safe with him. “I’ll take you into town and get you medical help.”
The girl stared at him, and then inched closer to him warily. She looked up into Shane’s face, searching it. After a moment she sighed and stepped closer to him, reaching out with a long-fingered hand. She touched his arm – and Shane felt his whole body stiffen as something like a bolt of electricity flashed through him. She felt it too; her eyes widened until they seemed to take over her whole face. “What the hell was that?!” he yelped, jerking back and staring at her as though he expected her to bite him or something.
She began to speak, high and urgently. Her voice was musical, but he understood not a word. Her hands waved in the air wildly. “I don’t know what you’re saying!” he cried, his nerves still tingling with whatever had passed through his body.
The girl grimaced and grabbed at his arm again. He would have pulled away, but he wasn’t quick enough. She was amazingly fast. And it happened again, only stronger this time. All of his muscles stiffened – every one. Including, to his chagrin, his cock. It stood like a piece of wood, making him gasp. This could not be happening! Shane had always been, since he’d first hit puberty, 100% gay. Women just did not do it for him at all. So why was the touch of this strange foreign girl that he’d almost run down giving him a major erection? He simply did not want to question his sexuality out here in the middle of the night.
“Look,” he rasped. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, or what you just did to me. But I‘m really tired, and all I want to do is sleep. So let me take you to the hospital or somewhere and let the police deal with you.”
The girl peered up into his face, her eyes seeming to be searching his for something. Then she smiled – a dazzling thing that lit up her face and made her beautiful. He felt his gut react, churning inside of him at the sight. She set her hand on his arm, and he tensed as he waited for that odd spark of electricity again. But to his relief, nothing happened. Her small hand simply lay on his arm, as she looked up into his face trustingly. She was obviously waiting for whatever he would do.
Shane started back toward his car, urging her along. She came with him, and he saw that she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Her bare feet were scratched and streaked with mud. She moved easily, so he didn’t think that he’d actually hit her with the car. He opened the passenger’s side door and waved at her to get in. She only looked at him, not seeming to understand. So Shane awkwardly set his hands on her, and pushed her gently into the seat. She finally caught on, draping herself onto the seat and looking up at him. “Good,” he told her.
She smiled at him again. Shane shook his head at himself as he circled his car to get into the driver’s side. What the hell was going on here? Just who was this strange woman, and why was he reacting this way to her? This was almost like some fever dream, and he was so tired that maybe that’s exactly what it was. Maybe he’d wake up soon, and find that he’d fallen asleep at the wheel. He rubbed at his eyes a bit, glancing over at the person sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car. She was touching the dashboard with a curious expression on her narrow face. She almost seemed like someone who’d never been in a car before. But that was crazy. It was the 21st century, after all. There were only a few tribes in the Amazon jungle who’d never ridden in a car. And that pale skin was not something you’d find on someone from South America.
Shane started the car, deciding to leave all of this to the authorities. They’d find out about this girl, who she was and where she belonged. For now he’d concentrate on not falling asleep at the wheel and putting them into a tree. That was all he could do.
The drive back to town was done in silence, with Shane in a sort of dream state. The girl seemed content to enjoy the ride, craning her neck to stare at the road ahead of them with wide, wondering eyes. He glanced at her every once in awhile, wondering what was going on in that head under the shock of rather wild hair. Finally he entered the city limits, and heard a gasp. Glancing briefly sideways, he saw that she was gaping at the lights and the buildings clustered so close together. He frowned. Again, it seemed like the girl had never seen a city or large town before. This was too weird. Just who was she? And how had she gotten by the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere?
He knew he’d get no answers to his questions, so he concentrated on the drive to the hospital. Pulling into the parking lot, he turned to the girl. “We’re going to go inside so that they can check you out,” he told her soothingly.
She just stared at him with those wide eyes. He waved his hands in a flowing motion toward the hospital. She looked at where his hands were motioning, and then frowned slightly. Shane got out of the car, and came around to let her out. She huddled in the seat, her lower lip sticking out a little in a mutinous manner. It seemed that she understood that he was trying to leave her here. He reached out to grab her arm, and she cried out and pulled away. He was astonished at how strong she was. She shook her head silently, her eyes begging. Clearly she wanted to stay with him. Shane didn’t know quite what to do. Baffled, he hesitated. Those begging eyes were getting to him.
The girl grabbed his hand and held tightly to it. She spoke in that strange language urgently, trying to tell him something. He felt almost dizzy with weariness and his worry over Matt, and now this. The conundrum sitting in his car. He needed sleep desperately. And the girl…wasn’t hurt, not that he could tell. Maybe if he stayed with her tonight, he could take her to the police station tomorrow. He hesitated again, then sighed and pushed her hand down into her lap. He went around to get back into the car, deciding to go to a hotel for the night. He simply would not be able to stay awake for the drive to his house.
The girl looked happier when he started the car again. She settled back, and waited to see what he’d do. Shane drove to the nearest decent hotel and got out of the car again. He went to rent a room with two beds, then came back and opened the passenger’s side door. The girl looked up at him. “Come on,” he told her. “Come with me. We’re going to get some sleep.” She hesitated, but at last seemed to decide that whatever he was doing it wasn’t dumping her here. She exited his car and stood next to him.
Shane took her arm in his hand, not really wanting to touch her after those first two experiences but not really having a choice. But it seemed safe this time; they went toward the hotel with no lightning bolts trying to sear his nerves. The girl looked around curiously as he led her across the lobby and toward the elevator. The clerk stared at them, not a shock since the girl was wearing only the tattered and grimy gown, with no shoes on her feet and her hair (revealed now to be a very light-blonde color) a wild mass atop her head. Shane shrugged at him a little, silently. He took the girl into the elevator and hit the button for their floor.
The doors closed, making her jump. Then the elevator started upward, and she freaked out. She squealed in a high-pitched voice and threw herself onto Shane, clinging to him. He gritted his teeth, fighting his body’s unnatural response to this person of the opposite sex. He didn’t push her away violently, though he wanted to. She was just too scared. He could feel her trembling as the elevator moved upward. When the doors opened again, she detached herself and bolted out of it with a relieved cry.
Shane followed more slowly, seeing her just standing there shaking. He touched her arm reassuringly. “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re fine. Come with me, come on.”
His tone seemed to have a good affect on her. She stopped trembling and crowded close to him. Shane led the way to their room, opening it with the key the clerk had given him. The girl padded into it on his heels, her eyes darting around to take in everything. He saw that the beds looked comfortable, and felt some relief of his own. He needed sleep like a drowning man needs air. He turned to her and gestured to the beds. “Sleep,” he said to her. “I need to sleep. You too. But first…” he looked at the mud drying on her feet and the dirt smeared on her face, “You need a shower. Over here.”
He led her to the door of the bathroom and opened it. She came with him, watching everything he did curiously. He stepped over to the shower and turned it on. She jumped again, but this time the wide eyes had a look of excitement in them. The girl stepped to his side and reached out, exclaiming in her strange language when she felt the warm water running over her hand. He touched her arm and pointed to the shower. “Wash yourself,” he said, doing a sort of pantomime with his hands. She understood. Her eyes lit up with it, and he sighed in relief. “I’m going to be out there while you clean yourself,” he told her, pointing out at the bedroom.
She started after him, but he stopped her with an upraised hand and pointed yet again at the shower. “Wash yourself,” he told her a bit more sternly this time.
She stopped and looked from him to the shower. At last she turned away, her slim hands reaching for whatever fastenings were on her flowing gown. Shane retreated hastily, closing the bathroom door behind him. He rubbed at his head as he sat down on one of the beds. God, he needed some shut eye. He’d be better able to handle his mystery girl in the morning, after eight hours or so. Shane slowly removed his jacket, shoes, and his shirt, not intending to take off his jeans. It wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping in them, but he didn’t want the girl to get any ideas about him. He wasn’t going to be able to explain homosexuality to her in sign language.
He was under the covers but still sitting up when she merged from the bathroom. Shane was relieved to see that she’d put her gown back on after she’d showered. Her hair hung in damp tangles down her back. He wondered if she’d figured out about shampoo. But her high-cheekboned face was clean, as was all of the skin that he could see under the gown. She looked at him across the room. He nodded at her. “You did a good job,” he told her.
She came toward him. Shane pointed at the other bed. “You sleep there,” he said in as commanding voice as he could manage. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the bed.
He repeated it yet again, and at last she seemed to understand. She went over to the bed and sat down on it, giving him a rather woeful look. He wondered why. But he refused to let himself be moved by that look, and at last she burrowed under the covers until only her head was visible. He did the same, lying down with a heavy sigh for his tired body and logy brain. “Goodnight,” he told the mystery girl. “We’ll figure this all out in the morning.”
Shane slid into sleep almost right away, and slept deeply for a long time. When he woke up again, sunlight was streaming through the windows. He blinked as he tried to remember where he was. Then it all came back – Matt’s accident, his driving home tired, and the girl darting out into the road. Shane sat up slowly in the bed, grateful that the mattress had been so comfortable. He ran a hand through his hair, and then looked at the bed across from him. He could see the girl’s high-boned face, but her eyes were closed. She was still sleeping. He moved over to the side of the bed, ready to think about a shower and breakfast before dealing with the girl.
But her eyes flew open, and she sat up swiftly. Shane stared at her. Was there something different about her in the light of morning? Her face seemed a little less soft, the bone structure not quite the same. And the dress seemed to hang on her body differently, too. The high breasts seemed to have disappeared sometime during the night. He blinked, wondering if he were losing it. But then she scrambled out of bed with a happy cry, and as she did so the gown fell to her waist. Yep, the breasts were definitely gone. A smooth male chest, crowned with pink nipples, was displayed when the dress headed south. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was a boy standing there in front of him in place of the girl from last night. What the hell?
Then he got an even bigger shock. The boy/girl opened his/her mouth and spoke. Not in that strange language, but in English. “Good morning, Shane,” he/she said, and it was then that he knew that he’d gone crazy sometime during the night.
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