A mysterious female guest arrives

The Queen�s laughter fills the garden. "Ridiculous! You`re no man." She reaches over and squeezes your left boob. The pressure of her grasp is shocking.

"Hey!" you yell, jolting backward.

"You`re certainly the prettiest man I`ve ever encountered," the Queen jokes, running her fingers through your pretty long, blonde hair.

"Okay," you say, holding your hands up defensively. "I`m a girl NOW, yes. But I`m supposed to be a man. It`s true."

"You cannot be a man," a familiar feminine voice says from behind you. "If you were not the real Alice, you could never have gotten this far."

Startled, you spin around (your blue skirt and petticoats swishing as you do so) and look to see who has arrived. It`s . . . .

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