I'd let the woman go to be lost in the crowd and had shot back up into the sky. I was in a state of shock. I'd seemed to have the power to read minds. Once I'd got past her fear, I found I was entering the dark niches of her psyche. I was carrying a vicious serial killer, who lacked one grain of conscience or regret. Anger was her only emotion.

I'd been tempted just to let her fall, but I couldn't do it. I'd seemed to be trapped in a nightmare from which I could not break free. A  roundel entered my head and circled.

Mea's sorry,  so contrite.
Just close your eyes
and all will be right.

It got louder and louder and in the end, I closed my eyes.

When I next opened them, I'd found I was lain naked across my bed. I'd swung my legs round  off the bed and sat up. I'd seen my reflection in the mirror, I looked 20 years younger and had a full head of hair, I could see without glasses.

To my horror my body was criss-crossed with healed scars.  I could see maybe 20 or perhaps 30 of them. I stood up and then noticed a change that was of far greater value to me than the hair or the eyesight and lessened the shock of the scars.

A part of me had always been a source of shame. People, women in particular had looked at me with contempt. However it was now 50% longer and twice it's normal width. Before it had been little and weedy, but now it was magnificent.

I stared at my new, muscular, manly neck! See the little spindly one that I use to have,had had difficulty holding my head up. Unless I was careful, my head would loll onto one of my shoulders, making me look like Quasimodo or on a good day Richard the Third.

I thought, "I must now be over six foot". I stood upright, went to pull in my paunch, so I could maximise my height and found I'd no longer got a beer-belly.


I'd then rememberd that I'd a dinner date. I'd quickly dressed and driven round to her place. She must have been looking out for me, as she came straight out of her house; but strangely, she closed the door behind her!

She looked stunning, I'd never noticed her superb figure, and she'd lost that look of a startled Antelope. I'd got out of the car and walked round to her. She broke the silence, "I've had a disaster in the kitchen, so we'll have to eat out; sorry."

I replied, "You look stunning. I never realised how beautiful your are."

She linked her arm in my mine, "Come on, the restaurant is in walking distance"

As we walked off  off prattling idle nonsense, I thought, ""What ever happens, don't let me wake up too soon."

Inside the woman's body, Mea thought, "Play my cards right and I might get laid!"