It seems you brought something with you to slake my drought." I understood the double meaning and chose not to respond. Instead, I tried to think of s...mewhere--anywhere--that I could stay besides here. My father and I had many friends, but none well enough off to host me indefinitely. I tried for deflection. I coaxed him to talk about Aspenwald, which he did with some pride. It was a family home; there used to be a nearby village. But the village was gone now and the families moved on. Only. "There were two problems with that. One was I had been in Washingtonstate when I had woken up that morning, but even more serious than thatwas the fact that Ovid didnt exist.It was a fictional town in a series of stories I had read on atransgender fiction site I had found once I realized my need tocrossdress wasnt going to just up and go away. What that meant for meright now, I had no idea. I was dreaming, or dead, or mad or ....Eventually, the policeman brought me to a what looked like an. Most people went to churchon Sundays, went to work from Mondays through Fridays, and shopped onSaturdays like the old days. There were a few bad seeds and it was one ofthose bad seeds that sold a potion that promised a better love life or itwas free to the customer. The first customers got that love potion and itdelivered as promised until a gay man drank the whole potion while on adate with his partner. The next morning, the gay man woke up as a womanand the woman kissed her partner. The. I plopped into the chair across from the recliner. The fireplace, which stood ready to light, was flanked by the chair I was sitting in on the one side and the loveseat on the other. Both were angled slightly in its direction.Lily took up her position in front of the fireplace and looked at me. "Move the coffee table back a little, please, Mikey," she said. I looked at the table, back at her, and got the message. She wanted to have some more room. I did as she asked. She smiled at my little.