Jim decided that the best course of action would be to wait out the remainder of the hour in the relative safety of the dressing room. Glancing at a nearby clock, Jim estimated that about ten minutes had already passed. She only needed to kill another fifty minutes, and then she would hopefully be back in the twenty-first century. Jim stared at the clock for a few moments, watching the time tick slowly away. With an annoyed growl, Jim got up from the couch. She’d never been a patient man -- clearly she wasn’t a patient woman either.
Noticing a calendar on the wall, Jim decided to see what the exact date was. Numerous engagements were scrawled on the calendar in feminine handwriting. But what really caught Jim’s attention was the current date: September 3, 1939.
Jim accessed her encyclopedic knowledge of twentieth century history: it was two days after the Nazis had invaded Poland -- the beginning of World War II. Jim was astonished, but really more concerned with the exact hour. However, a quick glance back at the clock revealed that only another minute had passed.
She started to pace, but nearly fell flat on her face in the process. The high heels combined with the heavy chest made walking a chore for Jim. She just wasn’t used to it. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Jim mumbled.
She continued pacing, slowly growing more comfortable with the heels as time went on. As Jim walked past the dressing room’s full length mirror, she happened to glance at her reflection.
She stopped and looked at the image. “This body really is a knockout,” Jim thought. She ran her hands down her sides as she stared at her curvaceous figure. As she gazed at the image before her, Jim felt a strange sense of arousal. Her own body was turning her on. Jim made a decision:
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