{":url": "http://www.Writing.Com/main/interact/item_id/1147339-Arabian-nights-gender-changing-world/map/1132211122221211221", ":text": "Muttering the name under your breath.\r\n\r\n\"Fadhela Mossard.\" your voice weak and reedy as you answer.\r\n\r\n\"Answer your master properly.\" Hassam raises his hand as if he's about to slap you.\r\n\r\nBut it is Adibah, who steps between you and the blow.\r\n\r\n\"It is not her fault that she's shy and ... insecure ...\" her voice hardens, \"Do you think you can beat shyness into a girl... or slap insecurity from her...\"\r\n\r\nStepping aside, Hassam looks at you more carefully, the contempt in his eyes rather clear to you. His nostrils flare angrily promising this is not over. He knows that Adibah is right, but nonetheless doesn't like being corrected in front of an audience... any audience.\r\n\r\nYour cheeks colour prettily giving you an even more bashful look.\r\n\r\n\"Please...\" you silently mouth the words to Fadhela herself, but she just poses in your clothes, her confidence growing as this continues.\r\n\r\nYou want to slap the smug smile from her face.\r\n\r\nNo sooner has the thought crossed your mind, than your mind judders. You don't slap... You're a man... despite these clothes, you don't slap people. You are riven by doubts, is she even in on this... this affront, or is Adibah just using her like a pawn. \r\n\r\nLooking at your slender body, you can see how it would taunt a lowly maid to such a defiant act. You have to stop your teeth from grinding, as you see that with her manner and posturing, she makes a more convincing man than you did. It might be the way the light is falling, or the clothes hang on her body....\r\n\r\nYou see movement from the corner of your eye, and spot Hassam leaving the room. It's back to just the three of you again. Adibah walks towards you a satisfied smile on her face.\r\n\r\nShe reaches you and lands a heavy hand on your shoulder.\r\n\r\n\"Hassam thinks a woman's confidence can be built with some make-up...\" she sniggered, \"The insight of a eunuch...\"\r\n\r\nYou see a faint glow of magic around her hands as she weaves them through the air.", ":author": "Mr. George", ":title": "Fadhela Mossard"}