Ashendar had been in a dream-like phase as he laid there on the overturned throne.  This hadn't been the first hangover he'd had, nor the first time he'd passed out at a party.  There was nothing that seemed out of the ordinary so he just laid there half asleep.  He had felt a body moving, no doubt Arren or Guin or some other wench that had experienced the pleasure that was him.  He reached out to pull her closer into him, but she had already gotten up and was running away.  Ashendar looked up at the fleeing form.  That didn't look anything like Arren or Guin.  In fact, it looked more like a guy from behind...more like Myra usually looked when he was a guy.<br/><br/>That made Ashendar sit up and as he did, the sheet slipped from his chest to reveal two large breasts.  Larger than they had been the night before.  More like women's breast.  He knew women's breasts, a good 34DD if he said so himself.  But it wasn't supposed to be on him.<strong>"MYAR!"</strong>she said in a not-so-deep booming voice as she stood up and started after him with heavy footsteps.  The wetness on his thighs as he walked was nothing new in the morning, but it was usually coated the front of his thighs more than all of his thighs as it did now; but right now he was still too groggy and a bit pissed off to think on that now.  Hearing Myar yell dragon didn't quite register either as Ashendar approached as if she was ready to tear his head off.  "I wouldn't worry about a dragon so much if I were you!  You fix this right now or I'm going to rip out your spine, wrap it around your neck, and choke you with it!"