It was a brand new day; the air was fresh in his lungs and for once Damien felt; well …very unDamien like.  For so long he had to endure the silent slander of the occupant of his pocket, but after the other day it had seemed unusually quieted.  With a lightness to his movements; Damien picked up his jacket and threw it on … He looked down at the table where his dice had been sitting and his blood froze; his mouth fell open in shock.  As he gazed down at his chest he saw not the usual one bulge where the shrunken head sat nestled in his inside pocket, but two bulges ; two large rounded shapes of similar size and in a split second of confused insanity his mind drew to one conclusion and he almost choked;<br/><br/>Damien remembered enjoying some of the chocolate treats in the quaint and curious Corner Sweets; but had there been something in them? …some unknown ingredient that had unbeknownst to him had reacted within and created some sort of gender reassignment.  Looking down it was as though he was sporting an ‘B cup‘.  It was then the second bulge fidgeted and let out a hearty croak and with it Damien almost fainted.  After a moment or two a sense of perspective returned and he plucked up the courage to fish the chocolate toad from out of his coat and swapped unblinking glances with it as it sat in the palm of his hand.<br/><br/>“Well what are we going to do with you then?”<br/><br/>It is a short while later that the dithering diceman finds himself once more outside of the door to Corner Sweets; He wondered for a moment if this was the early signs of an addiction, was he craving the sweetness of the confectionary creations or was it something else …was it… his train of thought was dislodged by a rude croak and Damien realised that he know had it in stereo, with the toad on one side and the stroppy comments of whoever it was that had burdened him for longer than he could remember on the other.<br/><br/>It was a surprisingly sunny day  and with a smile on his face he moved to open the door but was nearly knocked for six when the door flew open and a figure hurried by; seemingly with an air of consternation about him.  For a moment Damien watched him hurry up the street, he walked as though he had purpose.  The diceman smiled; purpose was good and right now his purpose was the acquisition of something sweet.<br/><br/>As he stepped through the door he was suddenly conscious of the fact that it looked like, to the passing glance at least that he is wearing a padded bra beneath his jacket.  The shop is quiet; he sees only Ally; to whom he flashes a smile, one more confident than it had been upon their first meeting.  He walked to the counter and looked up at the menu; his fingers of one hand idling with the dice, whilst the other ‘adjusted’ his ‘chest’ so they sat more comfortably.