Talk:Lamia/@comment-26948101-20151015012839/@comment-26115871-20151021173912

I'm still taking in the sight before me when there' s a knock on the door. When I open the door I find quite a few of my neighbors there - coincidentally, about half the husbands of the girls now naked or half-naked in my living room. They can clearly see into the living room, where a very drunk lizardman has started dancing on the tabletop. One of the men - a big, burly man who towers over me - cracks his knuckles. "You better have a good explanation for this."

"We're having a party. Guys aren't invited."

"Bullshit, then why are you here?"

"Because I'm a girl too, asshole."

". . . oh. I-I never even considered that you'd be a woman."

I bitchslap the guy before slamming the door shut on his face. The girls and I all share a round of chuckles as we hear the guys ask each other if they 'knew' I was a girl before leaving. I can't believe that worked.

"Anyways honey I have no objections to your job, but if anyone asks I'm a girl who self-identifies as a guy. I kind of doubt they'll look for the evidence."