Not Minding

<p>He blinked to clear his hazed vision before assessing himself. He</p><p>was on the cold hard door with a bed next to him alluding that he had</p><p>fallen off. Looking down again he registered that something wasn't</p><p>quite right. His hair was long his legs didn't look like his legs and</p><p>arms didn't look like his arms. They looked as if they belonged to a</p><p>women.</p>