One morning I got a call from Rick, Hottie Mc. Hotter Pants, he wanted to know if I would go to the movies with him on Friday. I said yes and as soon ...s I hung up the phone I started screaming. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Ryan said as he ran into the kitchen. “Sorry Rick just asked me to go out with him to the movies on Friday,” “Wha’d you say?” Ryan said genuinely disappointed. “Yes!” “Oh, ok,” “What’s wrong you look sad?” I said as I walked up and gave him a hug. “Oh, nothing…. I’m. Crap! I can't even be open with myself! The next morning he had me dress in jeans, a sweater, bra and panties. He didn't have me put on makeup or my wig, but I still looked like a girl, as my hair was getting so long, and he styled it so it looked feminine. "You became a real woman last night, Debbie. You cannot be a boy now. I made love to you, as I would any other woman, and you responded like a woman. There is no turning back now." I bit my lower lip and. He was still hungry, despite the girl at the college. It wasn’t the first time that plans had gone awry, nor would it be the last. On the drive home, the look in George’s eyes haunted him — confused, helpless, and alone. It was a look Damian knew well. Of course, for an incubus, solitude was a fact, but for visitations, demons didn’t exactly figure prominently in anyone’s social calendar. Nor did demons deserve much sympathy, yet Damian reserved some sympathy for the man. Any woman able to. A tear collected in the corner of my eye.I sneezed.Damn allergies.“Are you Dag Hamar?” she snapped, turning toward me.“Yes ma’am,” I responded, standing. There were still tears in my eyes. Floral scents really kill me.“I liked you better with long hair and a beard.” I wiped my eyes and looked at her—above the spike heels, tight skirt and ample bosom. The bubble burst. What she meant was she liked me better 30 years ago.“You found your way in, I assume you can find your way out,” I growled as I.