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My dad wore a three-piece suit and looked like he’d just stepped out of a board room. He owned several businesses in town and had an office over the bank where he’d worked for two decades before becoming an entrepreneur.

He had slicked dark hair, icy blue eyes, and silver cuff links. I think he wore them just to dare everyone on the Magical Council meetings.

“I wasn’t aware the council was taking a field trip today?”

“That’s why I alerted you to our quorum status,” Pete Vargas said. “So you didn’t feel left out.”

If you reached the end, the final end of the final rope, and could take a mulligan, would you?

Eighteen-year-old Nicholas Hammerstein is at the cusp of finishing high school in his hometown of Los Alamos, NM. He has a seemingly ideal life and is blessed with loving parents, a cute baby sister, and great friends. Nicholas is a gifted student and martial artist who has dreams of leaving for college at the end of his senior year. But, living in a world of Emergent humans, he will soon find his life turned upside down as his life and the fate of a kingdom hang in the balance. His future and theirs will be determined by how he navigates the drastic changes in his body and the magical and superpowered Mergent population he joins.

I have been a long time reader on here, so I thought I would trim my hand it writing a kinda short story. This is loosely based on a true story, but names have been changed. It is a story about a boy whose fascination with makeup and femininity all came flowing out because of one incident. I apologize for any grammatical errors, English was never my best subject.

Mom's Morning Routine.

“Wait.” I held up my hand. “How is that possible?”

“A Were who can use magic,” April said. “When you opened your third Eye, I knew.”

I sat down, hard. “Well, I’m not going to open anything up.”

“You’re already entangled, boy.” Elder Langmore said. “The quicker you can copulate with this trollop, the quicker the entanglement can be extracted!”

“Don’t be crass, Ernie,” Desdemonia said. “It’s unbecoming.”

“You didn’t think I was so unbecoming when I was copulating with you back in the day, Missy.”

“So droll,” Desdemonia said.