I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how... to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The. This doesn’t always work, however, for I have certain secret things I don’w wan’t to put on the computer. I also have trouble because you have to scroll down past were you were.My secret things are this. I dread finding out that I am a lesbian. Frankly, it seems extremely likely as I am so boyish. It’s only at ballet and in bed listening to slow jazz I feel extremely feminine. Oh, by the way, listening to slow jazz before bed makes probably anyone dream of, well, sex. [I move on to describe. Hintern looks on expectantly. "To answer your question, Ms. Hintern, I noticed you have massage oils among your products as well as some scents with rather… sexually playful names. I was curious whether my regulars would be interested and added a couple of questions related to your products to the end of our usual survey. I am here, so you could say there was quite a bit of interest. Also, I just really wanted to put a body… a face to the name and meet you." His grin between body and a face. “Please, my lady, don’t do that! I’ll promise to answer you if you promise not to force me.”She looked almost shocked, and I took a sip of tea in order to clear my head a bit more.““Bellcauniel, I promise to answer your questions if you promise to help me.””““What kind of help do you need?””““I need to know more. I’m in the dark and I don’t know anything.””I took a deep breath before I continued.““Yes, she could do some magic. But I didn’t understand it until a year ago.””““What happened a year.