*Toucan Sam continues*

And so, the Mighty Goddesses enjoyed their new toy and played with it for many an hour (that would be a goddess hour....the equivalent to 'being gone to the mall to just pick up a few things-hour).

It is a terrible thing to happen to a virile man.

It can be a soul destroying experience.

Zig went sandal shopping with Cornellia. Julilla had him washing and spitpolishing her hog. Gentle Eirene had him selling Demigoddess cookies door to door in an effort to win her niece that trip to Alexandria. Then the Empress of the World had him re-arranging the setees in the Grand Salon until she was satisfied with the latest layout........

It was hell.

Zig felt his mind slipping away in a haze of conversation about leathers and silk flowers. He contemplated the large star sapphire winking up at him from his navel. The vibrant blue seemed to suck him inward. He fought the sensation struggling mightily to recall thoughts of ball games, fishing and lion hunts filled with male camraderie....he failed.He felt his essential essence dissolving.........

"Ziggy sweets, y'all like these bluebonnets next to the suede
fainting couch?" drawled Cornellia in unaccented articulation.

"Corny, that boy is starting to look funny......." remarked Julilla a slight frown clouding her brow.

Eirene glanced over at him tearing her mind from thoughts about the botox injections Jot was going to have to add to the insurance plan if he failed to make the font on the new Groups pages any bigger........

Zig heard a voice, similar in resonant timbre to his own,

"My name is firstName.....firstName Familyname....." it droned.

His memory was gone. Lost due to a surfeit of femininity.