Tom was having a bad day.
Not only was he forced to be in a dress, but he was also supposed to be taking dancing lessons from a crone!
A woman who was about as old as Belladonna, if not older!
Or at least the Belladonna of before! The one who had fancied Lexus and had waged a war with Grandpa Sylvan.
Oh, how Tom wanted to come back to these happier days…
His musing resulted in him stepping over the crone's foot. She gave out a war cry and forced her staff upon his head.
He fell, the frills fluttering as he tried to remember why he had ever wanted to be intimate with anyone.
He had a good life back there, in the World Tree! Not only a good life, but a life where he was protected from closeted gays who refused to admit to what they were!
Darn it!
"You are no lady," the crone began to state the obvious. Tom wanted to yell at her to help him!
He was no girl! He didn't even sound like one!
Why was no one noticing it?
