It had been a very confusing day indeed. For starters Grace had found herself on the fourth floor of her house, where her old room originally was, waking up to her cat sleeping on her bare. And that is when she noticed the strangest thing of all. She was in fact, male.

Yeah, that was probably the oddest thing that could happen to her today, well technically, she was a ‘he’ now, a fully functional male. So ‘he’ had gotten up and stared into the mirror for a long while. He still looked a lot like herself. The same facial features, though a bit more masculine, and the hair was shorter, just falling above his broader looking shoulders.

”Yeah…” looking down at his well kept abs he shrugged, “Hey, at least I’m an attractive guy…” and with that he went down to the next floor grabbed a new pair of black jeans and a button up black shirt and headed out side to go get something to eat, running through a list of guy names trying to think of what he should call himself. It was rather odd that he didn't seem to notice or care that her had just changed genders, some tiny part of his old mind realised how weird and uh, just weird this whole thing was, but some how she just couldn't bring himself(or herself, Grace was still trying to decide which one she was) to care, wel, maybe he was getting used to being a deity.

And that is what had led the newly-male Grace to Elm Street. He was hungry. Oh, that and he wanted a new book.

Damian was hungry... REEAAAALLYYY hungry. And not in the mood for a sandwich, though he did go shopping recently for gram-mal.

Biding goodbye to his grandmother who had handed him a ten dollar bill (mooching off her was so easy...) He strolled out of the door of the incent shop in less than good clothing for the chilly air. A pair of slightly too big blue jeans, his nearly dead gym shoes, a T-shirt with a sweatshirt over that, and a 'harry potter' looking scarf.

He pretended as if he didn't notice Wisp had zooped up from where ever she had been causing trouble to drift beside him.

Hmm, book. He needed a new DragonLance book, or something by Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman was always good. Yes name, what was his name to be? Ah, yes. He needed a name. Raistlin was always good, it not only sounded cool, but there was a cool character in a book to back it up. Yes, maybe he would go by Raistlin.

He happened to not really be paying attention, his head turned so that his violet gaze was looking at the shops he passed by. Health food. Disgusting, seafood. I think that would kill me. Nothing good, gross, I need a car, disgusting, book store, yes, must go there, but later. Ew, gross food. WHY IS THERE NOTHING GOOD?? I should just go to the store and buy my own fooding material. Don’t like fish, ew. Ew. EWWWWWW.