Waiting for my lover 2

Here's another variant of the cap I presented yesterday.

I am so excited, you know!

My lover will be here any minute now. She loves me. I know that for a fact. She would not have gone to all this trouble in order to be with me, if she didn't.

I remember the first time I met her.

I was teaching anthropology over at the university at the time, and there she was: animated, enthusiastic about the topic and absolutely stunningly beautiful.

She went on and on and on about the magic practices among the Tiresians on Flores.

She was fascinated by the fact that their shamans seemed to change their gender in order to understand all of the spirit world.

I fell in love at that very moment, but I was her teacher and she was my student, so there was nothing I could do.

Besides, the rumors had it she was a lesbian. My luck exactly!

That didn't stop her though.

"Erik," she said to me. "You are the gentlest soul I have ever met, and I love you dearly. But you are not yourself; you are not the one you were supposed to be. You have the spirit of a gentle woman, not the aggressiveness of a man. I need you to be what you were meant to be."

Then she gave me that Tiresian potion.

I am Courtney, now, and I am at peace with myself. And I am waiting for my lover.

Images of Alisia by Sextronix.

This one is for Courtney.

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