Page 29 of Abducting Sarah

I flicked the blue button. The change was instantaneous, and though it was pain-free, being eighteen inches taller all of a sudden was very strange. It was like I was on a step stool.

“How do you feel?” Deacon asked. There was a sparkle in his eyes, like he enjoyed what he saw.

“Way too tall,” I replied, already feeling awkward. “But at least the uniform fits better now.”

His eyes were all over my new body. “It does,” he said enthusiastically.

Now that I was taller and larger, I felt like I was on display for him. My shorter, smaller human body was out of his eye-line.He had to look down at me. But as a Ladrian, I was only a foot shorter than him, and I could tell that he liked it.

“Give me a mirror,” I asked, curious to see what I looked like as a Ladrian.

He said, “Allegiant, mirror view.” Then he pointed to the monitor behind me.

It had become a giant mirror. What I saw shocked me. As a Ladrian, my pearly skin had a faint blue sheen. I had purple eyes and my hair was blue. My mouth dropped, but I just stared at myself. Words had left me.

Deacon came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, also staring at me. “You’re gorgeous. I knew you would be.”

“I…I don’t know how I feel.”

He nuzzled my neck. “You should feel proud of your beauty.”

Something felt off behind me. I fidgeted against him, but there was no relief.

He softly chuckled, then reached into the rear hole of the uniform.

I tried to glance back to see what he was attempting to do. “What are you doing?”

But then, he pulled my tail through the hole.

My tail. Attached to me.

“The fuck?” I hissed and my tail drooped.

“It is just another part of you as a Ladrian, Sarah. There is no need to panic.”

My tail was around six inches long and covered in blue hair. It was kind of pretty in a strange and absolutely terrifying way. The hair had a nice glossiness to it. As I noticed the good things about my tail, it perked up.

I frowned. “Is this…do the tails work like a mood ring?”

“I’m not—”

“Do they tell other Ladrians how you’re feeling?” I asked, knowing he hadn’t understood my earthly reference.

He nodded. “Yes, for the most part.”

I sighed. “That must be hell for lying.”

“It takes practice but is not unmanageable.”

I narrowed my gaze at him. “Are you a good liar, Deacon?”

He became bashful, which looked adorable on him considering his size and masculine features. “I have told a lie or two in my lifetime.”

“I’m not judging you for it. Humans lie all the time.”

“Now you are a Ladrian, and Ladrians do not lie all the time,” he said more firmly now. “There are courtesies, of course, and we are not always literal, but real lies are not well tolerated.”

I was glad for the distinction. “Why am I a Ladrian now? What is so wrong with taking a human to Orhon?”

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