Jim felt the strangest urge to skip, so she did. One hand extended, she touched the tips of the grass, flowers, trees, all more gentle than the softest breeze. Where her feet touched the ground, no mark was left. with uncanny accuracy and grace she twisted, avoiding any permanant harm to the very grass beneath her feet. Giggling she continued, unsure what she was doing exactly, even as Jim slowly remembered what had happened to him once more. Still unconcerned, however, she turned to look at herself in a still pool. Her long, raven hair glittered in the sunlight, showing off her moonlight pale skin which also seemed to glow ever so slightly in the rare shadowed area. Her breasts were not all that large, slightly more than a handful, noticeably more in her own small hands, and the brownish-tan of the leather halter top did nothing to conceal her obvious nipple erection. An unembelished silver choker graced her neck, with a smooth, round stone that had no obvious color. On her upper left arm was a matching silver band, complete with matching stone, and a thin silver chain held a green gem at her forhead.
Het bottom was little more than a thin strip of thin leather attached to a cord. With a quick twist of her ample hips and a flick of flowing hair out of the way, she determined it to be a thong, or perhaps a version of a G-string. Her feet were bare aside from the collection of silver toe rings and three anklets on her right foot. There were leather wrappings low on her claves, but she didn't really need any shoes at all to keep her feet smooth and unmarked. She wasn't suer wuite how she knew thins, but it all made snese.
Several hours later Jim sensed the portal collapsing several miles away. Under the moonlight her skin really did glow, and even her eyes had a faint emerald to jade green glow to them. He felt power flowing in and through him, but worry crept in. With the portal gone and the spell of acceptance fading Jim wasn't sure what he, or rather she now, would do to survive... Even more annoying than the potential death was the constant nipple erection rubbing against the scant leather fiber of her halter top...
Sun Jul 31 21:10:42 2005