And of the two bawdy girls . . .

Meanwhile . . .

Bambi

Honestly, I don't know exactly why we still are here, Fifi and I. I mean . . . what do we have to really contribute to this adventure, now?

I cannot summon even the smallest of magic now, even if my life depended upon it! If it wasn't for that hasty training with those "phasor" devices that Inquirer demanded us, I fear that I wouldn't have been of ANY use at all back at that "moisture farm" with that foolish peasant, Owen! Point in fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that we practically stumbled over our own analogs (strange business, analogs) who had been so . . .

Helpless . . . innocent.

. . .

It still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth what had been done to their minds and I . . .grieve we'd arrived way too late to undo what had been done to them.

But that said, if not for them I am VERY much sure than Inquirer would have dropped us off with Mister and Misses Owens if not for Eve and Lilith! As it was, I guess I am gladder for it. Fred . . .er. . . Fifi sure is, let me tell you. Owen had not at ALL won her over with his charming good manners.

Hm, as an aside I do wish that I and she could actually come up with names that did not sound . . . so appropriate for the . . . . occupation that we nearly got trapped within. But due to so many magicks that our saviors have yet to lift from us (some so subtly crafted it would takes months to unravel safely) . . . I and she find ourselves most . . . comfortable with the names now etched in the collars we still must wear.

. . .

Maybe at least we can get one of the mages who'd helped us thus far to do something about these outfits they'd insisted on sticking us with. While I understand that only trouble would be in the offing if we'd gone only in the wisps of cloth back at that "spaceport" . . . does it mean that these clothing must be so . . .stiff and hot?!

But that discomfort is NOTHING compared to the embarassment and annoyance I and Fifi find ourselves in right now!

We had hoped to have caught ourselves before he had noticed, but Han Solo must have noticed the . . . appraising glances we'd given him at least.

Must have missed entirely the lustful glances we'd given his co- pilot . . .

Hm, wonder what this Chewbacca would be like in b. . .

Oh god, please make it stop! This body . . . . it has a libo magically augmented (STILL) that just will not quit!! I know that the others have done what they can and I had PROMISED that it was under control . . .

And . . . it is under control but I find my . . . sexual appetite is . . .

Oh god, I hope that we get that Key device fixed here soon enough and finally FIND my way home so I can . . . can hope to find something in my mage stash that'll put some damper on this . . . . stuff here soon!

Oh, I know that I shall never be male again . . . but is it too much to ask that much?

. . . .

Oh GOD, Solo just entered the room and . . . god, he looks so . . . .tempting . . .

Moments later . . .

Fifi

SMACK!!

Han touches the now reddening spot in the shape of my admittedly feminine handmark on his arrogant cheeck!

"Get out," I whisper, steel in it.

Damn the man! Playing us like that in such a so . . . damanbly obvious ploy to worm some information out of us!!

Playing with our affections?! And to bed BOTH of us in the process perhaps to boot?

Oh no! If I must be a woman and eventually go (and ENJOY the good) all the good and bad that comes with that, I shall do it on my OWN terms! And not to some scruffy looking PEASANT sheep herder with delusions of granduer!!

"Well, that worked like a charm," Solo mutters quietly, clearly dissapointed at this turn of fortune.

1. "Uh Mr. Solo," a voice, that golden autonomation called C3-PO, calls out from the side, phrasing his order as a request. "Perhaps a moment of your time, if I may strongly suggest."

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