He also never wore anything that matched. Tonight he had on a pair of dark brown corduroy pants, a collared button down shirt that had an odd blue-gre...n paisley design, and a grey hooded sweatshirt that had several holes in it. I thought, Give the guy a skateboard and he would fit right in standing on a half-pipe. About the only thing I had in common with Click was the fact that we were both about the same age.I waved to Click. He saw me and joined me for dinner."I guess I'm not the only one. I wonderedhow it would happen. Would my penis just disappear one night? Would it shrinkuntil it faded away? And until then, was I supposed to wear women's clothing?And why couldn't I be a man and a witch? What do they call them? Warlocks?A voice from behind me laughed."No such thing as a warlock," Aunt Veronica said, walking up slowly, sittingbeside me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "After you studied for years, youcould cast a spell to be male again. But it would take all your focus.. "This is from the lady at the bar" the waitress said. As I turned around I saw a figure walking over to me. "Are you dating daddy" she said. "Dating!!" "Bitch I don't buy pussy! I'm just chilling with my partner". She looked over at him and asked me was he dating? I laugh and said to her, that I didn't even know. She told me her name was Balona. I called Handy and made the introductions. Handy was staring so hard at her that it looked like he was going to **** her in the club.It didn't take. 'Phew! I'm tired. Let's take a break! Everyone sit! Anna, sit!' 'I think I'll stand,' said Anna. 'Sit, Anna!' 'No, I think I'll stand.' 'Ah — I see your point. But I don't want you standing. Why don't youkneel?' She pointed at the floor in front of her. 'I love to help you with your little fantasies, Emma. But you're pushingit.' She sat on a table instead, her hands under her thighs to lift her backsideclear of it. In fact there was no pain now. It had gone as quickly as it hadcome. All that.