First of all, thank you all for your all of your supportive comments.
Secondly, since I have created a little sub-universe within NMF, let me be the
first to cast the first stone with this new entry.  As always, i enjoy your
opinions.  A word of warning. On the last one a lot of things happened off 
stage in response to the recent TG Cliche thing that went around.  This one 
will be much more graphic once it gets going full throttle.

Tales of Djinnar: NEPENTHE
 By Raven

 ne-pen'the  n.
      1. a drug supposed by the ancient Greeks to cause forgetfu-
       lness of sorrow; also, the plant from which this drug was 
       supposedly obtained.
      2. anything that brings forgetfulness of sorrow.

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     I sat on the beach watching the pretty girls go by.  It seemed as 
if each one was more beautiful than the last.  Each time that I saw 
one that I was particularly attracted to made me wonder what it
would be like to be her.  I guess that I was like most guys in that we 
always wondered what it would be like to be the opposite sex.  What 
would it be like to be small and soft?  What would it be like to be so
pretty that everyone wanted you?  What would it be like to have a set 
of big boobs?  Most of all, what would it feel like to have sex as a 
member of the opposite sex?

     These questions played themselves over and over in my mind.  It 
wasn't that I was gay, or even ever had a homosexual thought.  This 
fantasy was derived from my curiosity about women, and my need 
to understand them inside and out.  I'm not the kind of guy women 
go "ga-ga" over.  I'm just an average guy, with average looks.  How-
ever, I always imagined that if I understood women intimately, I
could more than make up for any physical deficits, real or perceived, 
which nature gave me.

     "Perceived or real" were the operative words, and my true sorrow.  
I just figured that every other guy had some type of advantage over me 
when it came to the fairer sex.  As a result, I was very insecure, which 
affected my ability to start or maintain a relationship with a woman: a 
self fulfilling prophecy!

     As I sat there, I began to play a little game with myself.  I imagined 
that if I had the power to change places with anyone, just by uttering a 
single, magical word, like "KAPLOWIE," who would I change with?  
The game was to see how many different girls I would trade with.

     There weren't too many girls walking up and down my particular 
section of the beach, so I decided to go on a little walk myself.  I 
decided to walk in the surf because I liked the feeling of the waves 
lapping on my feet.  I liked the feeling of wet sand beneath my feet.

     I got about 100 yards away from my blanket, when I stepped 
on something hard in the wet sand.  Rather than continuing on with 
my walk, I stopped to dig out the object.  I wanted to see what it
was, since you always here stories about people losing jewelry or 
watches at the beach.  A friend of mine actually found a Rolex once!

     I reached down, scooping up a handful of the heavy, wet sand 
in my hands. I put my hands into the water to gently wash away the 
sand, leaving only the object.  When I accomplished that task, I was
left with what looked like a marble.  I wasn't perfectly round like a 
marble, and it was also covered by a hard, crusty surface, much like 
hardened clay.  I found a rather large rock nearby, or more accurately
a piece of coral, to crack the clay-like surface.  In fact, that surface 
cracked very easily, indicating that there was something inside.

     Carefully, I pealed of the remainder of the clay surface.  To my 
surprise, inside was a star sapphire about the size of a marble.  It 
was dark blue, and the iridescent white star inside moved, and
changed shape, as I moved the object.  It was beautiful.

     All of a sudden, I heard a deep, baritone voice inside my head say, 
"Why have you called me from Djinnar?  I was right in the middle of
an interude with my newest initiate, Scheherazade, of incomparable
beauty..."

     "What?" I said aloud, turning around to see who said that.  There 
was no one within 100 feet of me.

     "Who said that.......?" I questioned aloud to no one in particular.  
I thought that I must be imagining things.

     "No one other than the holder of the gem can hear me!"  There 
it was again!  I thought that must be going nuts.

     "You are not mad, my master.  You can simply hear my thoughts."  
Came the same voice into my head.

     "WHO ARE YOU?" I yelled aloud.  Several people in the distance 
turned to stare at me as if I was a lunatic.  To all of the world it must 
have appeared like I was having a conversation with thin air. 
Actually..........I was!

     "You do not need to speak aloud for me to her you.  All you 
need to do is think, and I will respond.....master"

     Now you can imagine how disorienting to have another voice, 
other than your own, inside your head.  It was very strange!  How-
ever, I had no other way to get to the bottom of this than to have a
mental conversation with this voice.

     "Who are you" I asked mentally?

     "You are a fast learner, my master" the voice said.  I noticed 
that the voice had a heavy Arabic accent to it.

     "Why do you keep calling me "Master"?"

     "It is written that whoever will possess the Eye of Allah will be 
the master of the Blue Djinn. You hold in your hand the sacred Eye 
of Allah.  I am the Blue Djinn, and it is my destiny to serve my master."

     "Is this some type of joke?" I asked mentally. "There's a camera 
right, like Candid Camera?"

     "This is no jest Master.  Please let me demonstrate.  Think of 
something that you want, and I shall cause it to be."

     I thought. "Well........I am thirsty. I could use a Diet Cok........."

     I hadn't even completed my other thought when an ice cold can 
of Diet Coke appeared in my free hand.  I was so stunned that I 
dropped it onto the ground.

     "Oh my God..............." I said aloud.

     "Not God.  I am a Djinn." came the mental response.

     I had to sit down.  Fast.  This was almost too much to take in.  
I ran as fast as I could back to  my blanket. I plopped down onto 
the blanket, and just stared at the gemstone in my hand. I tried very
hard not to think, lest the voice in my head hear me.  It was no use.  
Literally millions of questions ran through my head.  I tried one ex-
perimentally.

     "Do you have a body?"

     "Yes, but it is in Djinnar.  Only Djinnees walk your plane.  How-
ever, there are a few condiuts by which you can speak to a Djinn,
master of Djinnees." came the answer.

     "Can you do anything?" was my query.

     "As with all things, I do have limitations.  I cannot make anyone 
love you, nor can I make you love anyone else.  That is a matter of 
free will, which is something that I cannot interfere with."

     "Anything else"

     "I cannot create life, nor can I through direct action destroy it.  
Other than these limitations, I can do what you ask of me"

     "Do I have any limitations on the number of wishes that I can 
make?"

     "You have no such limitations.  As long as you possess the 
stone, I am bound to do your bidding"

     I looked at the stone.  It would be inconvenient to have to 
carry this thing around.  That would make it easier to get lost.  
In response to my thoughts the Djinn said, in my head, "I can 
make the stone as large or as small as you wish it to be.  It can 
be made into any size or form.  In its true form, it is about the 
size of a roc's egg, and fits inside the Statue of the Dreaming Allah."

     I thought, "It would be nice if it were in a ring....."

     As soon as I thought it there was a flash of light in my hand.  
The stone had been changed into a man's gold ring, with the Star 
Sapphire set into the gold.  The Star Sapphire was a little smaller 
now, faceted and polished.  It looked just like an expensive man's 
ring.  I slipped the ring on my left index finger.   It fit perfectly!

     "Thank you," I thought.

     "You are welcome, Master," was the reply.

     "Tell me about the Statue of The Dreaming Allah," I asked 
mentally. "I need to understand all of this."

     "The Statue of the Dreaming Allah is a representation of the 
great being in repose.  One eye is closed, and one eye is open to 
see the mortal world.  Into the open eye was placed the Eye of Allah,
which you now possess, to grant the requests of mortals through one
such as I  while he slept."

     "Where is this Statue?  I have never heard of it."

     "The statue was in Baghdad.  It was there since ancient times, in 
a mosque, until the Knights Templar destroyed it during the Crusades.  
The Knights took the Eye into their possession.  However, they did 
not know what they had.  The Eye was stolen back by the Shadow 
Bedouins, and has since then passed from hand to hand.  Now I am 
in your hands, Master."

     I was stunned.  None of this appeared on any history book that 
I ever read.  I couldn't believe that I now owned an honest to good-
ness Djinn, or as he said master of even Djinnees..  I needed to learn 
some of the ground rules of how this worked.

     "Will you always be in my head?  This is very distracting 
you know..........."

     "I will always be with you, if that is what you desire.  Some 
masters have wanted that, while others, like yourself, find it to be 
annoying.  Whatever you wish."

     "If I don't want it, what then?" Already, so much thinking was 
giving me a headache.

     "I will sleep until I am summoned forth again.  Otherwise, I will 
not hear you, nor will I be able to do your bidding."

     "How will I summon you forth," I asked?

     "You must think of a word that only you will know that will call 
me from my rest.  I will hear it, and I will respond," it replied.

     "Kind of like a computer password," I thought to myself.

     "What is a computer, Master?" it asked.  It was clear that I 
would have to choose the second option.  I didn't have a single 
thought to myself.

     "Never mind.  Can you at least change your voice to make 
it more pleasant? Another man's voice in my head is very disturbing."

     "Is this better?" came a soft and melodic woman's voice. "I can 
sound however you wish me to be."

     The voice was very pleasing, with just the trace of the Arabic 
accent. "Yes.  That will do fine. I wish you to slumber until I call 
you forth.  You will come when you hear the word....."KAPLOWIE." 
Is that okay?"

     "As you wish, Master," was the response.

     "How do I send you away?"

     "Simply say the words "be gone" and I shall disappear."

     By now I did have a headache, and I needed time to think with just 
me. I sent the djinni away by thinking the words "be gone".  I ex-
perimentally tried to see if it was still there by thinking, "Djinni? Are 
you there?"

     No response.  I tried wishing for a new Diet Coke. There was 
still no response.  For all "intents and purposes," I was alone.

     Without the other voice in my head, my headache cleared up 
quickly.  I began to wonder what I would wish for with my new-
found treasure.  I could wish for wealth, or good looks, or almost
anything.  The Djinn said he could not make others love me, but it 
said nothing about making others lust after me, or making me ir-
resistible.  This had definite possibilities!

     About that time an utterly beautiful woman walked by.  That 
reminded me of the game that I was playing before I found the Star 
Sapphire.  This woman was someone that I would trade bodies
with.

     "Hey.  Wait a minute," I thought to myself. "With the Djinn I 
can see what it would really be like to be a woman.  Screw all of 
the other stuff.  The greatest treasure would be to know what makes
them tick, and what they think."

     I found myself thinking the summoning word, "KAPLOWIE."

     Instantly there was an answer, "How may I serve you master.?" 
The voice was still the pleasant feminine tone.

     I thought, "Is it possible for you to change my body to make it 
look any way that I wanted?"

     "It is possible, Master."

     "What if I wanted to be a woman?"

     "It is of no matter.  Form change is very easy to do."

     "It wouldn't be permanent, would it?"

     "Master.....it would last as long, or short as you would wish it to be."

     "Then I wish for you to transform me into a woman."

     "Do you wish it to be here, where everyone can see you?" it asked.

     "You are right. I need to go somewhere where I won't be seen."

     "Master, swim out into the water until it is deep enough for you to 
be submerged.  I will place a spell upon you.  When you go under the 
water, picture in your mind the image of what you wish to become.  
When you break the surface of the water that is what you will be.  
You may summon me again when you wish to return to your true shape."

     I didn't see anything wrong with the Djinn's suggestion, so I ordered, 
"That's fine.  However, when I change, change my ring so that it fits 
my form." I didn't want to lose the Star Sapphire in the water, and be 
a woman permanently. "Now be gone."

     Mentally I heard it say, as it faded out, "It is so............"

     I got up from my blanket, and began to walk toward the water 
tentatively.  As I walked by the lifeguard stand, I notice a sign which 
read:

                               SWIMMERS BEWARE!   
                                   Hazardous conditions.
                                            Riptides!

I didn't pay much attention to the warning because I was an extreme-
ly strong swimmer.  In fact I used to be a lifeguard myself, and 
even taught other lifeguards what to do.

     When I got to the water, I waded out until the level of the 
water met my upper thighs.  I laid myself out upon the surface 
of the water, and began to take strong strokes further away from 
shore. 

     The riptides were very strong.  I could only imagine the effect 
the undertow would have on a weaker swimmer.  However, they 
were no-match for my swimming ability.  With effort I was able 
to make my way a good distance from the shore.

     I stopped, and began to tread water.  The undertow was 
strong, with a constant pull against my body.  It was nothing that 
I couldn't handle.  I surveyed the shore.  I was far enough out 
that no one would see the transformation.

     I ran through various images in my mind.  What should I look 
like?  As many images that floated through my mind, I kept on 
coming back to one.  SaReena Lee.  She was a model that was
featured in big boob magazines.  Her entire body was slim, and 
slender, except for her breasts which were enormous.  She was 
extremely beautiful, with a gorgeous face, thick kissable lips, and 
light blonde hair that went to the lower part of her back.  The other 
thing about her which I found to be erotic was the fact that she was 
so small, at 5'1", and petite.  She was truly a woman among girls.

     The only thing was I would have to have a different face, or else 
I would be mistaken for her.  I pictured her face in my mind making 
some changes.  I made the image of the face twice as pretty as it was 
before!

     "This is it!" I thought to myself.  I took a deep breath of air, and 
submerged underneath the surface of the water.  Almost instantly, I 
felt a warmth, and a sensation of itching covering my entire body.  
Something was definitely happening!

     I felt sensations like I had never felt before.  My insides felt like 
they were being twisted internally, and distorted in a strange way.  I 
felt as if my body was being pulled in every direction at the same time.  
I felt as if my body was being molded.  I felt my waist being squeezed 
smaller, while the rest of my body flowed like putty.  It wasn't exactly 
painful, but just.....tight.  I felt my chest begin to expand.  My pect-
oral muscles seemed to be gaining weight, a lot of weight, and were 
being forced out.

     My swimming trunks felt as if it were growing tighter. They were 
squeezing my penis very tightly against my body.  I almost lost all of 
my air when I felt one ball, then the other slip up inside of me.  I felt 
my penis being withdrawn up into my body.  My entire insides felt 
like they were moving, and rearranging themselves.

     At the same time, I felt the "rearranging" feeling all over my body.  
On my face I felt a tickling sensation.  My lips felt thicker somehow.  
I felt something crawling down the back of my neck, and back which 
I thought must be hair growing.  I felt as if my arms and legs were 
being stretched thinner, yet shrinking, while my upper body was being 
compressed.

     I was out of air.  I struggled to the surface of the water.  When I 
broke the surface of the water, I pulled one hand to my eyes to clear 
away the salt water.  When I did, I saw that my fingernails were now 
long, manicured, and painted red.  On my ring finger was the ring, 
however, it was smaller now, and in a feminine setting.

     "Oh my God.  It worked!"  My voice was high feminine and sweet.

     As I attempted to look down at myself, I felt long wet hair pull at 
my scalp, as it lay heavily on my shoulders.  When I could look down, 
I saw two extremely large tits bobbing up and down in the water.

     It occurred to me that there was one thing I forgot to ask the Djinn 
for......a woman's bikini.   Before I explored myself further, I thought 
I had better take care of that small detail.  I started to think the word 
"ka........" when my thoughts were rudely interrupted by the strong 
pull of the undertow.  This time I was too weak to fight it.  This was 
something I hadn't thought of when I decided to do this.  This woman's 
body that I now wore wasn't equipped to handle these riptides.

     Just before I was dragged under, I was able to shout out, as loud 
as I could, "HELP!"

     The next thing I knew I was underwater.  I hadn't had a chance to 
get a breath of air before being dragged under.  I was in such a state 
of panic that I couldn't think straight.  I struggled to get to the surface, 
but could not.  I was just too weak.  Instead, I was taken further 
under, near the sandy bottom.  The last think I remember was the 
sight of a big rock coming right toward me, and searing pain on the 
side of my head.  Afterward, there was only darkness.

     I woke up.  I had a splitting headache.  There was an overpower-
ing urge to cough.  I did, and retched up salty water. "What happen-
ed to me?" I wondered.

     "Easy miss.  You took a nasty blow to the head.  You swallowed 
a lot of water.  You were without oxygen for over 5 minutes," came 
a male voice.

     I was laying on my back somewhere.  I was aware of a towel on 
my chest. "Wh-where am I?" I struggled to say.  For some reason, 
which I could not explain, my voice sounded strange, different....
somehow.  It was nothing that I could put my finger on.

     "You're still at the beach.  We have you at the first aid station," 
the man said.  I turned my head to look at him.  It was a lifeguard 
because he had on red trunks with the word "lifeguard" on them.  
The man was about 6'2" and was tanned and muscular.  He had 
a swimmers build. "How do I know that?" I wondered.

     Other than that, the man had long thick hair, and a very hand-
some face.  He tried to reassure me, "Don't worry.  The ambu-
lance is on the way."  The lifeguard paused for a second before 
asking,  "Miss?  Why are you wearing a man's swimming trunks?  
Why don't you have a top on?"

     I searched inwardly for an answer to his question, but there 
was nothing.  I could only respond, "I-I don't know."

     I was very confused that I didn't know the answer to his 
question.  I tried to sit up.  However, since I was so weak, 
the lifeguard had to help me.  As soon as I was in a sitting 
position, I felt a large weight on my chest.  I felt wet hair on 
my shoulders and back.  I looked down at myself to see a towel
wrapped around my upper body.  The towel did nothing to hide 
two extremely large boobs.  "I-I'm a girl.........," I said as if I 
expected a different answer.

     The lifeguard was confused. "Uh.........yeah.  Of course you 
are......."  He had an expression on his face like he didn't know 
what was going on.  "Look miss, if you just tell me where your stuff 
is down on the beach, I'll go and get it for you."

     Again, I tried to search my memory for an answer.  Again, there 
was none.  It was a complete blank.  I was beginning to grow very 
scared.  "I don't know........"

     The expression on the face of the lifeguard changed again to one 
of grave concern.  "Who are you.........?" he asked, concern in his 
voice.

     I repeated my memory search.  I began to tremble all over, and 
felt the urge to cry.  "I don't know.  I can't remember who I am!"

     "Damn," cried the lifeguard. "I was afraid of this.  The blow to 
the head, plus lack of oxygen to your brain, has scrambled your 
memory.  I'm glad we're taking you to the hospital."  He had a look 
of grave concern on his face.  I thought he was going to cry too.

     I grabbed his hand.  "You saved me didn't you? What happened?"

     "Yeah, I guess I did.  You were caught in the undertow.  You just 
weren't physically strong enough to fight it. It almost got you too.  I 
got to you just in time."

     "Why are you so concerned?  Do you know me?"

     "Uh.......no.  Although I wish that I did."

     Then it occurred to me what the problem was.  "Am I pretty?"

     "Er....ahem......yeah.  You could say that....."

     "You're attracted to me aren't you?"

     "Miss, any red-blooded, heterosexual man would be attracted 
to you....."

     There was a heavy moment of silence.  He finally stated, "We 
can't let you go to the hospital like that, with only a man's trunks 
and a towel.  I've got to see if I can find you something else to
wear."  He started to walk away.

     For some reason a sense of panic and fear gripped me.  He was 
my rescuer, and I felt very close to him.  He was my only connection 
with.......anything!  I wouldn't let go of his hand. I felt tears form in 
my eyes.  I sobbed, "Pl-please don't go.  I'm scared...."

     He tried to reassure me.  "I'm just going into the lockers to find 
you something to wear.  I'm just going to be a few steps away.  It'll 
be okay......really"

     I reluctantly let go. "O-okay...." 

     He was only gone for a few seconds.  However, I was so fright-
ened that I seemed like hours. When he returned, I was trembling.  
He saw my terrified condition, and said, "You poor little thing.  I'm
sorry.  I didn't mean to scare you."

     I took his hand again, squeezing it tightly.  "It-it's just that I don't 
know who I am.  I don't even know where I come from, or even 
my name.  I'm just so scared.  Promise me that you won't leave me!"

     He said, reassuringly, "Sure.  I promise.  I promise."

     I looked him in the eyes.  He looked very sincere.  There was 
just something about him that just made me want to trust him.  He 
did save my life, after all.

     He saw the pleading look in my eye, responding, "Really!  I 
promise."

     That made me feel a lot better.  I let go of his hand, and soon, 
my trembling stopped.

     The lifeguard, sensing that a crisis had past stated, "The am-
bulance will be here any second to take you to the hospital.  Be-
fore you panic, yes, I'll go with you to the hospital.  However, 
you can't go dressed like that."  He handed me a balled up piece 
of red material, that he had been holding in his other hand.  "Here.  
This is a spare woman's lifeguard suit that I found in the locker 
room.  You'll have to go into the ladies room, and put it on.  Do 
you think you'll be okay."

     I mentally scanned myself in response to his question.  I didn't 
seem to hurt anywhere, except for my splitting headache.  My 
body did feel strange.....different somehow.  It wasn't anything that 
I could put a finger on.  It was just a feeling of....wrongness!  I didn't 
think that it was anything that would prevent me from putting on the 
swimsuit.  "I think I'll be okay.  Where's the ladies' room?"

     The lifeguard gestured to a room about ten yards to his right.  I 
started to get up from where I was laying.  As soon as I stood up, 
I was overcome by an intense feeling of being unbalanced.  It was
the oddest thing.  I tried to take a step, but started to fall forward.  
My knight in shining armor was right there to catch my fall.

     He said, "See?  I told you that I wouldn't leave you!"

     "Thanks," I said, straightening myself.  I noticed how big he was, 
and how small I was, by comparison.  I had to look way up just to 
see his face.  Without thinking, I blurted out, "Wow! I'm really, really 
short!"

     "What you lack in height, you definitely make up in beauty.  Be-
lieve me!" he stated, matter-of-factly.

     I tried to walk again.  I tried to put the strange feelings my body 
was sending aside, and just concentrated on handling my balance.  
After a few steps, I was able to at least move around.  I looked
at him before disappearing into the ladies' room.  "You won't go 
anywhere, will you?"

     "No.  I'll be just outside the door.  I swear!"

     I replied, "Okay.  I'll be right back."

     I managed to walk into the ladies room.  It looked very odd to 
me, almost....alien.  Again, it was nothing that I could explain.  I 
found the mirror over the sinks.  The reflection looking back at me
was no one that I recognized.  However, the girl in the mirror was 
absoultely beautiful.  The lifeguard was telling the truth!

     I reached out an touched the surface of the mirror with my hand. 
"Is that really me?" I thought to myself. "Why can't I remember 
who I am?"

     I reached up and touched my face with my hands.  The reflect-
ion in the mirror did the same.  Those hands were so manicured, that I 
thought that I must have money.  They look so expensive.  The ring that I 
wore also looked very expensive.  I had to have place in this world.  I just 
had to find it!

     I touched my hair.  It too was very beautiful.  Although it was only 
partially dried, I could tell, somehow, that it had been impeccably 
cared for and styled.  Even now, although it was slightly tousled, it 
was falling into place.  It was long hair too, going all the way to the 
middle of my back.  I noticed that I was also wearing make up.

     I tried as hard as I could to remember putting on my make up, 
or styling my hair.  There was nothing.  Not only could I not 
remember not doing it, I couldn't even remember how to do it.  I
wondered just how injured I really was.  I felt like a stranger in my 
own body.

     It was better to think of that stuff later.  I pealed off the towel 
which was wrapped around my chest, dropping it upon the floor.  
The sight in the mirror made me gasp.  I thought, "No wonder I felt
so much weight on my chest.  My breast are huge!" They were!  
The rest of my body was just as curvaseous.  The girl in the mirror 
was absoultely voluptous.

     I felt myself all over.  The sensations that I was getting were 
so strange.  I wondered why I couldn't even remember the bodily 
sensations.  Even they felt odd, and somehow, someway different
than what I had known before.  All of this was really beginning to 
bother me.

     I thought again to myself, "Who am I?  With a body and face 
like this I must be somebody's girlfriend.  Why hasn't anyone come 
looking for me.?"  I saw the man's bathing trunks that I was wear-
ing, which triggered another thought. "And why am I wearing a 
man's suit, and not mine?"

     None of this made any sense.  I felt the tears coming again to 
my eyes.  It was not best to think of this.  I decided to just put on 
the new bathing suit.  Even that seemed strange.  It was almost as 
if I had never put on a woman's bathing suit before. "That's just 
crazy!" I thought to myself.

     I was able to get the suit on after a perplexing struggle.  I had 
an especially hard time putting my breasts into the cups of the 
bathing suit.  Although the chest of the suit was definitely too small 
to handle my bust, I thought with these breasts I should at least be 
used to squeezing them into stuff like this.  I wasn't.  It seemed just 
as foreign as eveyrthing else.

     When I was done, I surveyed myself in the mirror.  My bust 
stuck out like a massive shelf.  I wondered just how big my boobs 
were.  It made me wonder what I did for a living!  

     I bent over to pick up the towel from the floor.  When I did I 
felt my chest hang heavily from my chest.  Such a weird feeling!  
Anyway, I wrapped the towel around my waist.  It just seemed like
the natural thing to do.  I walked back out to where the lifeguard 
was waiting for me.

     In the time that I was gone, more lifeguards and the ambulance 
crew arrived.  They all stared at me, and exclaimed at the same time, 
"WOW!"  Well, not all of them.  The female lifeguards gave me a
funny look.  I had no idea what caused this type of reaction in every-
body.

     "What? What's wrong?" I cried.

       My' lifeguard answered me by saying, "Uh....nothing.  It's just 
that you are so....so..stunning."

     I felt my face grow warm.  I was blushing.  All of these men found 
me attractive.  I must have had guys react to me like that in the past.  
I thought to myself, "Why does even that seem new to me?"

      My' lifeguard instructed me.  "We're going to take you to the 
hospital now.  You're going to have to lay down on this gurney, so 
that the EMT's can put you in the ambulance."

     I did as I was told without protest.  Everybody treated me with 
"kid gloves."  I felt like I was some kind of piece of art.  I tried not to 
pay attention to it, although it was very annoying.  They were all treat-
ing me like I was an object, not a person.  That is, all except  my' 
lifeguard.

     When we were in the ambulance, on our way to the hospital, I 
spoke to the lifeguard again.  He was riding in the back, holding my 
hand, to keep me calm.  I asked him, "You saved my life, and I don't 
even know your name....."

     "Oh.  I'm sorry.  My name is Max.  Max Samuels."

     "I wish that I could tell you what my name is, but I don't know 
it."

     Max squeezed my hand tightly, "Don't you worry.  When the get 
you to the hospital they will take your fingerprints, and look at your 
teeth for dental records.  I bet by the time they are done runninng 
tests on you, we'll know exactly who you are.  I bet you have a 
family, a boyfriend, and an entire life out there waiting for you.   
We'll help you find it."

     I squeezed his hand back.  I really appreciated Max's kind-
ness through all of this.  I said softly,  "You'll stay with me.....in 
the hospital I mean?"

     "Of course I will, pretty lady."

     That made me feel warm all over.

     **********

     Approximately 6 hours later, the doctors in the hospital had 
run every test known to man on me.  They all so charted my 
dental condition, and took my fingerprints.  The dental condition 
would be no help since apparently I had no dental work. They 
told me that I had perfect teeth.

     All of the tests that had been done confirmed one thing.  There 
had been peremanent damage to the memory areas of my brain.  
In all likelyhood, I had permenant amnesia.  They were willing to 
set up a schedule to work with me, to help me to recover as much 
as possible, however, I was about as good as I would get.  In other 
words, as the doctors put it, I was a blank slate.

     To make matters even worse, my fingerprints were not able to 
return any identity.  My fingerprints had never been recorded before.  
Even the FBI had no record of who I was.  I was a true to life  Jane 
Doe.'

     Through it all, Max was by my side comforting me.  He was a 
rock, even when I was falling apart.  In the end, there was nothing 
that anyone could do for me.  The hospital kept me there as long
as possible, but eventually they had to release me.

     Max protested vigorously on my behalf.  He reminded them that 
I had no memeory, and no identity.  I had no place to go.  They all 
told him the same thing: "Why don't you take her home."

     There was no all alternative.  Max asked me, "If you don't mind 
you can stay at my place, I guess, while we try to fing out who you 
really are."

     Actually I didn't mind at all.  By this time, I felt very close to Max.  
I did feel as if he was my protector.  As long as I was around him, I 
felt like everything would work out.  "No, Max.  I don't mind, if you 
don't mind having me there with you."

     "No.  I guess it will be okay for the time being.  C'mon.  Let's get 
you dressed and get out of here."

     Max left while I took off the hospital gown I had been given, and 
put the bathing suit back on.  Max also gave me one of his t-shirts to 
wear over the bathing suit.  I still didn't have any shoes, so I had to go 
barefoot.  All of the people in the emergancy room stared at me as I 
walked out in my bare feet, and a overly large t-shirt that went down 
to about my knees.

     Fortunately, Max had the foresight to call a taxi to get back to his 
place.  The cab ride was only a short 15 minute ride back toward the 
beach.  Ha paid the driver, and made our way to his apartment. 

Max had a one bedroom apartment on the second story of a house 
near the beach.  The furnishings were modest despite his job as a 
lifeguard.  Actually, the apartment was nicely decorated, compelling
me to comment on it.  "This is really nice Max."

     "Thanks," he replied.  "My ex-girlfriend decorated it.  Actually, 
I think that I may have some of her clothes around.  I'll dig them up 
tomorrow.  You're welcome to them.  I'll give you one of my shirts
to sleep in tonight."

     "Okay.  That will be fine.  I really appreciate it.  I don't want to 
be a problem Max."

     "Don't worry about it.........uh............er.  You know, if you're 
going to be staying here until we figure out who you are, were 
going to have to come up with a name for you.  Is there anything 
you want me to call you?"

     I thought about it for a minute.  Nothing came to mind.  "Uh....
I don't know.  Why don't you pick a name for me that you like...."

     "Hmmmmmmm," Max thought aloud. He ran through about a 
thousand names.  There was nothing that particularly caught my 
interest.  Max got tired of suggesting names and asked me, "We 
can think of a name later.  Are you hungry?  I think I have some 
peaches around here......"

     I interupted him.  He said something that caught my attention.  
"That's kind of nice.  You can call me  Peaches'."'

     "That's not a name.  That's a kind of a fruit."

     That made me very sad.   I didn't want to disappoint Max.  
I felt tears starting to form again in the corners of my eyes.  Max 
must have saw the tears because he reacted immediately.

     "Hold on.  There's no need to cry.  I guess it would be okay to 
call you Peaches.  Now that I think about it, it is kind of sexy.  It 
fits you somehow.  Peaches it is!"

     That made me happy.  At least I had a name now.  I thought 
that we can work on a last name later.  Max went into the bed-
room, returning with a flannel shirt.  He handed me the shirt.

     "Here Peaches.  You can sleep in this shirt tonight.  You can 
sleep in the bedroom, and I'll sleep out here on the couch."

     That made me feel really bad.  "Max, I don't want to throw 
you out of your own bed."

     He touched me on my arm.  "It's okay....really.  The couch 
is very comfortable.  Besides, when Andrea was living with me 
I kind of got used to the couch, if you know what I mean."

     I didn't have a clue what he meant.  Confusion must have show-
ed on my face because Max commented, "Aw, just forget it.  Let's 
just get some rest okay?  I have to be on duty early tomorrow
morning, and it is kind of late."

**********

     Somewhere in a pocket between Earth and Djinnar sat the
Djinn, in repose, with his mind's eye directed elsewhere.  A blonde
diminutive, but generously endowed, protˇgˇ slid in next to him,
cooing, "What is it that distracts my Lord from the bountiful treasures
of his Scheherazade?"

     The Djinn cast an admiring eye toward the once and future
member of his harem.  He mused to himself, that Scheherazade's
demeanor had certainly changed since she returned from that one
summoning by her earthly master.  Not that he was complaining!
In the time that had followed, he had certainly reaped the benefit
of whatever happened upon that visit.  Perhaps she would tell him
one day!

     The only thing that he did know was that Scheherazade
was definitely more comfortable with herself, and her new position
as a Djinnee.  However, she did seem to be preoccupied with
sharing the joy she had found with other masters, whatever that
meant.  It would have to remain a mystery to be solved later.

     For the time being, the Djinn had his own problems to
deal with.  The great Allah, the God of Djinnar had mystically
bound him to the Eye of Allah.  As an initiate, Scheherazade
could not know what that meant.

     On the mortal coil, the Eye of Allah, was manifested in a 
stone of transcendent beauty.  However, in Djinnar, or one of 
the pockets that border Djinnar, the likes of which he was now 
within, the Eye manifested as his mind's eye.  When it was active
thr iris of one of his eyes glowed with the same starburst pattern
of the stone itself.  Thusly, the connection was forged.  The pur-
pose was for the Djinn to perceive what was happening to the 
possessor of the Eye upon Earth.  The whole thing operated 
much like a video camera of earth design.

     Even as Scheherazade studied her taskmaster's
intense concentration, the Djinn was seeing, in his mind's
eye the transformed owner of the Eye, inspecting her
new self in the mirror before going to bed.

     It was especially erotic because the owner of the Eye still
had no idea who s/he really was.  She was almost the equal
of Scheherazade in beauty and figure.  There was nothing the
Djinn could do until he was invoked by  her.'

     He paused.  Would he even want to?  He was enjoying
 her' dilemma greatly.  The Djinn felt himself begin to grow very
erect as he watched the scene in his mental landscape.

     Scheherazade noticed the growth, massaging it to further
it's course.  That got the Djinn's attention!

     "Sweet Scheherazade.  Will you never be satisfied?"

     "Never, my lord," she whispered, as she lowered his 
garment, taking his immenseness into her mouth.  

     This was the favorite of the new things she had learned to 
do.  For some reason, she felt more fulfilled in purpose, to be 
submissive, when she was doing this: the work of a well worded
wish!

     Since returning from that fateful summoning with Tony/
Hal, Scheherazade was fully in control of her powers.  Now 
that she was happy with her new station, she found new and
unique outlets for her power, rather than assume a male
form.

     She mystically expanded her throat so that she could
take all of the Djinn's 20" in one gulp. She rhythmically moved
up and down on the shaft taking it's entire length into her mouth
each time.  She heard her taskmaster moan in delight until,
a short time later, he exploded into her.

     Scheherazade reveled in the gift of the Djinn's essence, 
even as he watched Peaches inspect herself in the mirror in 
Max's bathroom.
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