I never thought my little time machine experiment in the basement would send me straight into the heart of ancient Rome. One moment, I was fiddling with wires and buttons, and the next, I stood in the hot sun of the Colosseum. The roar of the crowd hit me like a wave. People screamed and cheered as gladiators fought in the sand below. 

Dust flew everywhere, and the air smelled of sweat and blood. I looked down at myself. My modern clothes had changed into a thin, short tunic that hugged my curves. It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through. ...