<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/www.hellokpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Kim-Hyunjoong-by-Newsen.jpg?resize=300%2C427)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Defray<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Who knows?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This Including Hairstyle (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b7/68/d7/b768d7d29fdc56a50a1574f2c13d655a.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Currently Identifying as Male<br/><hr/><br/>Morgan puled up on his motorcycle. He pulled off his riding helmet fixing his hair as he looked to the mansion. It was larger than he had expected. Several other vehicles were already parked. Perhaps he was the last to arrive. Not that it bothered him that much as he put down the kickstand and swings his leg of the bike. Placing the helmet on the back fixing his leather backpack upon his back.<br/><br/>It had been a few days since he felt so masculine that he felt this drive to make his presence known the moment he walked into the building. Opening the door he smirked and called out, "I'm here. Anyone home?" His voice betrayed his male feel as it was gentle and slightly higher pitched than most men. Not that it ever bothered him, it actually helped when he felt more like a woman.<br/><br/>When no one responded, Morgan arched an eyebrow and started walking towards the living room. Once he entered a searing purple light surrounded him, his eyes closed tightly as he felt himself lift off the ground. His body felt as if it was being pulled apart. Everything that he had known had changed. When he landed on his feet, he felt taller, and his face was itching. Reaching up to scratch at whatever was bothering him, he felt a beard. A beard? When did he grow a beard. Looking around to where he landed he saw a small mirror, looking at it he was surprised at what he saw. A face he didn't recognize stared back at him. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3c/42/5e/3c425eb759982ee99f7fed2e8a9e4fde.jpg)<br/><br/>He turned the usual jingle of chains on his pants gone as he was wearing now a simple black suit and a dark blue turtle neck sweater, pushing open the doors as he followed the sounds of voices. As he approached the door he threw them open with an loud thud as they hit the walls on the other side, "Someone better explain what is going on or we are going to have problems."