Page 4 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Welcome to our past life regression class. I’m Jon and my assistants have some pillows and blankets to hand out and they are yours to take home.” His eyes locked onto mine as he continued. “Tonight it’s my hope that you find peace and comfort as you travel back into locked memories to find who you were.”

“Excuse me, Jon?” Gran interrupted. “How many past lives can we hope to discover?”

He winked at her, and jealousy filled me. “Well, some have one and some have many, but the most important and relevant one will come to you first. You can choose to explore that first one in depth or hop around.”

A hand flew up on the other side of the room. Miss Martha bounced in her seat. “Do we need to share with the class afterward?”

Jon gave a snigger, and his chest bounced. “Of course not, Miss Martha. This is all for you to learn about you.”

“Anyone else?” His eyes met mine, and he winked. My stomach tightened, and I felt my vagina quiver like when I watch porn without my parents noticing.

The assistant handed me a soft pink pillow and a matching blanket as my hand flew up in the air.

“Yes, Anna?”

He knows my name!

“What if nothing happens?” My voice trembled in anticipation.

He gave a soft laugh, not the nasty one he gave Martha, and the sound made my stomach clench tighter. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll all have an experience you’ll never forget.” He kept his eyes on mine but asked the room again. “Any other questions?”

When no one said anything more, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the light switches. “Let’s dim the lights. Please get comfortable either sitting up or laying down and once I see that everyone is comfortable we’ll begin.”

I tried sitting up, then laying back, but neither position worked. “Can I move to a different place?” I whispered to Gran.

“Of course, Anna.” She smiled and made herself comfortable.

My eyes scanned the room, looking for a place where I could be alone. I noticed a couple of gray bean bag chairs tossed in a corner that looked like the perfect place for me. With my new pink pillow and blanket in hand, I made my way over to them and dropped to the floor. I adjusted the chairs so I could prop my legs up on one and used the other for some privacy before tucking the pillow under my head.

All the sounds in the room slowly died down, except for Jon’s footsteps as he walked around the room.

“This room is our safe place. I want you all to focus on your breathing. Deep breath in and slowly release it. Let go of your doubts.” His deep voice softened, sounding like a soothing whisper in my ear. “Let go of any anger. It’s just you. Me. And darkness of the room.”

A smile stretched across my face, thinking about it being only me and him. I spread the blanket out over my body and rubbed the soft material between my fingers.

“In and out. Just breathe. There’s nothing else here. Leave your earthly body where you are and let your spirit float. Let it glide along current memories and then let it go to find the answers you seek. Set it free with your breath in and on your breath out. Look at the you from long ago.”

Just like he told me, I filled my lungs and let my lips part slightly to let the breath out. The more I focused on my breathing, the lighter I felt. Almost like the game light as a feather that we tried at my friend’s slumber party. Each deep breath made me feel like I could float.

His voice held the same tone and cadence as he spoke. I swore it felt like his lips were against the shell of my ear. A tender reminder to relax and let go. I trusted him and, deep in my soul, knew he would never do something to hurt me.

Another breath in and I felt a breeze over my skin. My breath out, I let go of the fight from earlier. Deep breath in and the air tasted different. I released the breath and saw myself laying there. As I turned, I saw a mirror in front of me at the end of a long hall.

Darkness flooded my field of vision, and I could see only the mirror. I walked toward it, breathing in and out, feeling my chest tighten. My eyes looked down, noticing instead of jeans, there was a skirt. I couldn’t feel my blanket or the rough carpeted floor.

My hands shook as I reached down, smoothing down the fabric. Wetness met my fingers, and I continued my scan up over my hips to the ornately corseted bodice. They embroidered gold threads to accent the darker fabric. My breasts were full pushing up out of the top and my cleavage was deep. The dress fabric reminded me of a couch in a museum. And as I lifted my head, my eyes peered back at me. Instead of seeing a young child, I saw a beautiful woman.

Dark eyes blinked and looked up at the hat on my head. My hair was tucked up under it, and my lips looked painted red. My eyes stared back at me, but my nose looked sharper, my cheekbones were more defined and my face shape felt different.

Who am I?

I looked back at my hands, taking a deep breath in, and a strange yet familiar metallic scent filled my nostrils.

Two young women walked towards me. They both bowed and kept their eyes averted.

I’m royalty! I must be a princess!

“Countess, your offering is ready.” One spoke quietly, still not looking at me.

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