Some days it's harder to remember than others. When I see myself in the mirror and I see my fake, almost plastic boobs and my platinum blonde hair, my...highly arched eyebrows and my thick, juicy dick sucking lips, after all of these like awesome changes, even I forget that I'm a man.I wasn't always like this, I used to be a normal man, happily engaged to a beautiful woman. I was a little pudgy around the middle but I could still rock some muscle on my shoulders and arms, I even had a beard. Then. The one thing I did manage to get Anders talking about, once, was Solona. He told me he'd left her a letter, like I had suggested weeks before on the road to Orzammar. He didn't tell her what had happened in the tower, just begged her for one chance to talk, to try to explain. I hoped she'd give it to him. And I thought his hope that she might was possibly the only thing that kept him going.About a week after we'd left Orzammar, when we were attacked by a bunch of deepstalkers, we took a couple. Only one of my friends met me outside like we were supposed to. He said that everyone else had hooked up with a girl and that I was on my own for the rest of the night. A shitty day indeed, save for the bliss of the concert. Deciding to drown my sorrows, I took a bus back to my hotel and headed straight for the bar.What surprised me when I got there was that the two same hotties from the concert were sitting, all alone at the bar downing shots of tequila like there wasn't a tomorrow. The hotel. I thought of sending her inspiring messages but thought I did not wish to interrupt her in her time of fun. Seconds dragged. Minutes felt like forever. About an hour later, she called me to tell me she was on her way home. I asked her if she got fucked, she said, no, but said that she would tell me all about it when she got home. I was crazy with desire to know what happened.She got home, and we lay on the bed fully clothed holding each other. I could see that she was not in a good space. She.