Spindizzy's tales of transformation

Donnie "The Bull" Balesco had never been afraid of anything in his life. The best part of forty years breaking legs and worse for the Falcone mob had given him the idea he could just take whatever he wanted when he wanted, even when that something included the boss' hot young wife. So when Boss Falcone called him and told him to go shake down some mark that was behind on his protection he thought it was a little weird that he'd be asked to do something so smalltime but it never even occurred to him that he might be in trouble. Following the directions he'd been given he made his way to a half abandoned mall. Passing the twenty -four hour gym, two thrift stores and the empty husks of of more prosperous days he located the scruffy curio shop and it's equally scruffy owner. The old man had merely smiled politely when Donnie gave him his spiel. Shrugged as he'd laid out the brutal consequences of not paying the mob appropriate tribute. The only

"I say Caruthers" the blonde girl grumbled her stuffy old fashioned English manner at odds with her appearance "It's really not cricket. This isn't what you proposed at all!" "Calm yourself Benson old chap." the redhead told her sipping at her tea "I promised you a journey to futurity and here we are safely ensconced in the bodies of our distant descendants. True, I had not anticipated that my device would follow the matrimonial line of decent but one has to expect these minor complications when exploring the frontiers of the unknown." "Complications!" Benson blustered "Is that what you call this? Dash it all, we're a pair of fillies and half naked beside. Why, it's positively indecent!" "Ha ha, is that's what's bothering you?" Caruthers laughed tossing back her long red hair "You surely didn't expect fashions would remain fixed in place for the best part of two centuries?&q