The doorbell chimed a third time. I was pissed, but what could I do? It could be something important. I finally decided to get up, tie my robe, and st...mp my way to the door.The doorbell chimed again. “I’m coming!” I yelled.Being cautious, I looked through the peephole before opening the door, and my heart stopped when I saw who was standing on my porch. It was Jack Brown, the gorgeous hunk and president of our Home Owners Association that I was actively taking part in.“Fuck,” I whispered to. We talked about it and both wanted to do it in the near future. We had been together for 12 years and figured we would take the next step in our relationship. As we talked about it we decided that we would take the proper steps to start a family. The first step we decided on was to get married. Now, we had been together for 12 years and lived with each other for several of those years so it's like we were practically married already. We talked about it and realized that we didn't want to do. His shoes were not normal. They were sexy. Three-inch red heels. Lipstick red. A shiny pair of black Mary Janes. There was nothing plain about these Janes, he thought idly. And the boots. They came up over his knees. Black leather, sexy, exuding their forbidden qualities. He wished he could wear these in public, after he left the store with them. But he would never pass as a woman. Would he? He had lost weight. He knew that some women were overweight. Most women were. And he could be one of. "Please, Tallia, if you would take him to the podium instead? We do not have accommodations for him at the table."Guild Hall Healer Tallia G'jossa gave Q'land a withering look and led Q'yros to the podium. He wheezed from the effort, and took a few tries before he could grasp the side of the podium with his free hand. His other hand remained curled tightly around his staff.Tallia turned to the Mage Elders. "For the record, I protest this in the extreme," she said in clipped tones. "This Mage is.