Now Emperor Napoleon had heard the legend of the
Cursed Princess of Babylon as well,and being a avid archaeologist
himself,had sent off the wandering French Army to the Ottoman Empire,and after
plenty of bribes and handshakes,the Caliph of
Assyria had found the long lost Temple of Transfiguration in
the recently rediscovered ruins of Babylon.
After digging through all that sand left over from the flood,
they'd found the black gemstone had fallen through the roof and now lay on the
Babylonian Transfiguration Stone Slab,as well as a lot of rusty mirrors and stuff.
Of the Cursed Princess there had been no trace,but they had
found shedcrocodle scales on the Stone Slab that indicated a crocodile
18 feet long from tail to snout had once lain on the Stone Slab.,
puzzlingly enough.
Phineas Troy,who Napoleon had brought along to do the Genisis Project,as Napoleon called his
scheme,had stood on the stone slab and drawn with chalk ,the outline of a female body on the Stone Slab as he guessed the Cursed Princess
may have lain on it 2400 years earlier.
Clearly a four foot six female human and a 18 foot long pattern of crocodile
scales didn't add up.
So Troy sketched out the location of the scales on the
Slab,then bagged everything and sent it by wagons off to Versailles,France,
where soon he had a reconstructed Transfiguration Temple
put up behind the trees.
Now you,four foot six 16 year old Eileen MacRoss,were the daughter of the
British diplomat to the Caliph of Assyria .
Your mother was a native woman who'd grown up near the ruins
of Babylon,and had gone off to the Caliph's Palace
to entertain the Caliphs foreign guests.Namely
the British diplomat who would be your father
someday.
The two did it,she gave birth to you,her dark eyed
dark haired baaby daughter and baby you,your dad and
your mother had sailed off back to England .
She'd died abord the HMS Victory during the voyage and so
it had been up to your father to raise
you.
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So its 1801 and your dad is hearing through the grapevine
that Napoleon is offering good money to anyone who
can procure a teenage female,about four foot six,black hair,
black eyes with ancient Babylonia in her ancestry.
( and a full set of mammaries Bonney could grope over in
his private chambers,some wags added)
For something called the Genesis Project.
It didn't take your dad long to figure out that though your
dead departed mother had probably left you a Babylonian ancestry,and everything
else ( except the big breasts) matched you.
So your father had checked with the Secret Service and got a
"flesh vest"to hide your small breasts and a
" male crotch panty" to cover up your sex.
You'd been furious at your father for forcing you to go about with
a sewed on pigs pistle covering up your privates
but went ahead with the indignity anyways
Ladys were suddenly vanishing who had black hair and might have
had Babylon in their blood.
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None of them had black eyes however.
You did.
So it came to pass that Burke and Hare,the graverobbers
had come to know that the former Diplomat to the Caliph
of Assyria had a son with black eyes.
They'd kidnapped you and here you were
bound to the Babylonian Transfiguration Stone Slab.
Burke and Hare had been detained in the Versaille Guardhouse
till Phineas Troy confirmed what they'd told him,that
up to a few months earlier the former British diplomat to the Caliph of
Assyria had had a daughter named Eileen MacRoss,,
not a son named Allen MacRoss.
So,knowing what he knew about the Transfiguration Rays ability to
bring out a females sexual drives,had played a light
dose of the beam on you.
You'd orgasmed,moaned as you arched your back,you flat
chest has risen as something underneath it had swelled
and that ridiculous pigs pistle had torn out of its
stiches as it sank part way into your 'hole'
You'd still been in the throes of your first orgasm when you'd passed out from
the rush.
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So when you woke up at little later the "Bosom Vest" and the
"Male Crotch Panty" were burning in a Versailles
fireplace and all your feminine parts were on display again.
Phineas Troy was happily humming away,this back turned to you