With a heavy sigh Jack turned to Mark, and admitted that she needed a new name, one that reflected her new gender. She had like Lori, and it was easy for them both to remember. Mark lacked a little imagination and just stayed with his original name. While Lori was examining the books to see if there was anything useful to her current predicament, Mark seemed to be enjoying himself, watching Lori's ass move as she selected various books. It was worst when she brought one back to the small table as he insisted on looking at the book from the opposite side of the table, and taking obvious leering gazes in her deep and fulsome cleavage.
By the third book Lori got pissed and straightened up quickly. "Look Mark we have to find out where we are, and anything we can about Chakit, if you weren't paying attention, this seems to be our new world. There's a war at the moment and we need to go somewhere safe". As Lori was gathering her breath to start on her next tirade, she saw that Mark's eyes weren't on her face, no surprise. But they weren't directed at her bust either. They were on her hand. Out of the corner of her eye she saw some movement. A small ball of flame was dancing in her hand without burning it.
She was quickly scared and then smiled, the situation was finally turning around, and there were some perks to her new life. It was at that point that the door creaked open and in walked .....
