The Nathren Disturbance

I think I switched back and forth, regarding who I was.  For the most part I was a very attractive blonde woman, probably early 20's.  I was staying at a mans house.  He was a short roly poly man, brown hair, giant round eyeglasses.  I was some sort of student of his, or protege, or apprentice.  He seemed to be a renaissance man of sorts, or perhaps he was just a curator.  It was hard to know.  He had a bunch file cabinets, and racks of poetry, music, and paintings.  I am not certain if they were mostly his work or he was just protecting them.  I feel it was the latter, as some of them seemed ancient.
He trusted me.  There were several others there, as well, but they were being pushed to the side for me.
I was in a large pillared room in his house, with many of the others.  Now I was a tall lanky blonde man, late teens, early twenties.  I was sitting on the floor, lotus style. There were two girls on either side of me.  One was the blonde I was before.  The other was a slightly older, also very attractive brunette.  I was honestly getting a bit horny.  But I wasn't sure which woman.  It was more happenstance than choice.  I.e. either would work for me, if either was attracted to me.  I was very worried that they would rub against me and feel my hard-on.
I got to talking with the blonde.  I don't remember what I said, but it was like a light went on in her head.  I was her again.
I went into the rest of the house, rummaging through everything.  I collected as many scrolls, sheet music, and paintings as I possibly could, and ran as far as I could.  I left a few things.  I specifically recall leaving some 18th century Americana music, and an old copy of "The Star Spangled Banner".  
Now I was the boy again.  I went into the house.  I think I was covering for her.
The man was yelling, almost crying.  "She has ruined me!  I am utterly destroyed."  He clearly knew I was involved.  I was pretty sure his big body guard men were going to kill me.  I ran.
 

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