It seemed that my ability to avoid transforming involuntarily wascontingent on how much time I spent as a man before that. Additionally,turning into a... man was starting to be easier than turning back, which wasnot a happy realization.We ate breakfast together but drove to work separately because my husbandhad a volleyball game with friends that night and I was having dinner withmy parents. Work wasn't very eventful but by the end of the day, I wasstarting to a bit tired from holding my shape."I. It felt like home in the dream. It involved my cats, sisters, five years old, never apart, twins, cute as they move throughout the house following me like a couple of puppies. And then I see my lover, she who I called the love of my life, contorted, grotesque, bent, at the waist as an old Spanish woman who cleaned my pension at in Malaga. Face deeply lined with creases of age and grief. Looking at me from what was our room, peering at me from next to what was our bed, inviting me. I was sorry. " Where would I go?" Wolfgang smiled and then caught the look in Eva's eyes. "Tell me." It's nothing," she sighed as three young women emerged from the dressing area wearing three different gowns.Wolfgang sat quietly while the hostess directed her models, explaining with refined enthusiasm the qualities of each dress in turn. Eva was unimpressed with the selection, largely because she felt distracted by Wolfgang's unease while he tried to understand his sister's cryptic mood."Now tell me,". It took a supreme effort on his part not to yell out in joy! If the old bastard really was dead then the last of the registered wild magic users was dead. Narrowing his eyes he had to make sure. Snapping his fingers he appeared outside of old home of the Wilbeys. Such a disgusting place where the wild magic users had lived.Walking past the inspectors he looked at the body. Nodding it appeared to be Merlin. Stretching his hand out he did a quick probe, again nodding he could feel the rapidly.