Well, here we are again, revisiting this ongoing love. As of late, I've moved to Arizona with Hana Hillshire. Apparently, the Arid, Dry Desert-like Locale in Arnaldo Falls is so remote, no one could truly find the place. That, and Demons apparently are incredibly used to the hot summers that this place is known for...Today, I know count my first morning in this new and strange town...
For those of you who may have missed this fact, I've now become a Hermaphrodite through some odd Body Soap. However, whereas some people hate having to lose their gender, males especially, I don't find much quarrel with this change. I kind of like it, as it gives me a chance to experience the things that the fairer sex grants me...but, that's beside the story I tell today...
This morning, the fever-pitch heat of the Arizona sun warmed my hair so slightly. I woke to the sight of me hugging my fiance. The hooves were still a bit cumbersome, and I missed all the shoes I no longer have the blessing of adorning my feet, I like the concept of my feet being their own shoes. One thing that I was still getting used to was the weight now occupying my chest. But, with my body just over a minute fresh awake, I payed it no mind. The Dresser near the nightstand then caught my eye. With this change to my gender came a few changes to my figure, as well. So, down went my hands into the drawers, rummaging for some decent clothes. But, my search, for now, proved fruitless. So, I decided instead to simply begin my first day on the job. I already detailed my office in the last chapter, so I need not repeat my self. With a plop, I dug out a refrigerated Starbucks coffee drink, and popped the can open, booting up my new computer. Windows Seven came on the screen moments later. To be honest, I preferred Windows XP to Seven, but, I didn't want to waste time to downgrade this behemoth. In any case, I waited for this Monolith to reach the Desktop, which I then signed on to World of Warcraft with. Unsurprisingly, no Characters were made. The background was that which I had never seen. Then again, GM's started out in their own personal sanctuary, which absolutely no one else, unless they exploited a fair glitch, could access...So, I decided to, out of a relation to my new form, to make a Female Draenei Warrior. The Outfit for every other class was pretty much the same for any GM: A signature Blue Robe called the Game Master's Robe. Apparently, GMs also had their own "Racials", possibly for the aid of other players. So, I guess I had to go to my Race's Starting Area, which first required me to take a warp to The Exodar. My Job, as every other GM, was to Check the Game for Smoothness, as well as Monitor Gamer's Behavior. So far, nothing. So, for the sake of making sure I was ready to meet any challenge, I decided to do some leveling.
Just then, two Draenei Paladins were arguing over a trade, which I had to settle. They were fighting over a Weapon, which could have helped them. I told them that there are drops everywhere, and sooner or later, they could find something. After further mediation, they apologized and went their separate ways...There was a lot more I had to do back on the island, so I went there, instead. There, I logged off and switched Realms to play on my own accord. Enough work until I needed to be called again.
Soon entered Hana, hand at the boarding of the Door..."So, how's your first day going?" She asked me. "Doing okay so far..just need some awake time..." I moaned, getting up. "I invited some of our neighbors over today. Be sure to say hello." Hana giggled with that unheavenly comforting smile of hers...Soon, she glanced at something. "My, your horns are so dull!" She pointed out. Horns? I felt the top of my head, making the discovery of those horns..."So...how do I sharpen them?" I asked. She responded by pulling out a nail file. "Like this." She told me, beginning to file my horns to a razor point. "So, why do we have horns?" I wondered. "Well, we have them to defend ourselves." Hana hummed to be, pulling away that file... I nodded, but blushed, covering slowly my nether regions. "Aww, my hubby-to-be need some clothes? You sit tight; I'll go fetch some." And so she left, giggling. I was a bit abashed at the fact that my own lover minded not my state of undress...But, in trying on her clothes, I felt a bit renewed.
The Clock Pinged 12 Times, with the sun looming devilishly over our heads. Two Demons came to Greet Us. For some odd reason, they looked suspiciously like Clergymen; Something I had not thought would exist in this town. Nevertheless, I made small talk and acted polite. Yet, as they left, I went to my office and worked to my heart's capacity. When bedtime wrought its head again, I minded not going to bed...
This life gets different with each day...
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