Fred, now in the body of a woman, ran pell mell. Many hours pass... Fred has found a perfect place to hide. In the WMCA. 'Women's Monetary and soCial Association'. It had to be C and not S because WMSA was a vulgar curse word in this region of the world. Fred curled up on a mattress and tried to keep his eyes off the other down- on-their-luck but very beuatiful women surrounding him. Very...beuatiful. The attic room was chockfull of mattresses on the floor and on bed frames. Pink blankets covered many, except for those who chose to sleep covered with nothing at all. Moonlight from one of the twelve rectangular windows cast interesting shadows over everyone, including the uncovered. Fred tore his eyes away and chuckled at some snores he heard. Those two brunettes over there, one to a bed in a bunkbed, were snoring in rythym. Fred wondered what he was going to do. Claiming amnesia seemed to work on the nice ladies on the front desk but he just couldn't sit around all day being a girl. That stupid spell, he was supposed to get wine, riches and women, not become a woman!
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