I don't know why I always arrive at parties
too early. Even if I consciously try to be
late, I'll still end up arriving hours before
things really get going.
There were still too few people around to
tell what kind of party this was going to
be. Some of the rooms had been left
temptingly dark, and I spotted a bowl of
condoms in the bathroom. Maybe they
were always there, but I got the idea that
Bob was trying to cover all possible
bases.
I finished my first drink and felt
surprisingly keyed up. I could feel the
device burning a hole in my back pocket,
begging to be used.
I couldn't wait.
What harm could there be, I rationalized. I
mean, I can transform someone, maybe play
around with him for a little while, or mess
with his mind, and then transform him back.
No one would ever believe it if he told.
Maybe he wouldn't even believe it himself!
Or maybe he would like it. That opened
up some interesting possibilities.
Or maybe, I thought, as I poured myself a
second drink, I could transform MORE than
one person.
Or maybe, the thought struck me like
wicked lightning, I could transform all of--
No! I wouldn't let the thought continue. It
was too horrible, too dangerous, too . . .
exciting?
I immediately began to . . .