That evening when I returned home, there sat my wife claiming that she had come down with something and hadn't gone to work today. Of course there was...no incriminating evidence around the place either. It must have been all a figment of my imagination. It was then that I first heard the voices of those who lived in my head. They weren't too kind to me about my wayward wife. Worse yet they were amused by all the goings-on. The lead voice counseled me to hold my tongue but play out the. She made it clear that within her domain any sound louder than that of a page being turned was distinctly unwelcome.She was therefore was less than thrilled when a well-off patron went to the town council and offered to both buy a new computer for the library and pay for internet access. The library already had one computer (in addition to the one in Theresa’s office) to allow patrons access to the library catalogue, and Theresa was not fond of it. She would have preferred an old-fashioned. ” Blinking, he leaned away defensively, eyes going wide. “What are you going to ask, Gilbert?”Gilbert turned brighter red.“Holy fuck,” Ken croaked. “Are you... ?”Gilbert nodded shakily. He thought he might puke and/or burst out in tears. Ken turned extremely red.“You’re not queer, are you? I never took you for queer, Gilbert.” He flinched as Gilbert suffered a massive, head to toe shudder. “I mean I have. But I never expected you to bring it up to me. Are you hitting on me?”Gilbert didn’t know. "You've got a second chance, but you're going to needto trust me and do what I say when I say it."My brain still felt like it was stuck on stupid. "But ... what's going on?Why does everything look so big? What happened to my clothes?"The man frowned and seemed deep in thought for a minute."I'm not entirelysure. I'd have to go back to my bookstore to do some more research. Thebest answer I can give right now is you've had a deep need to be thisshape and size for a very long time." He lifted the.