Long a question has been passed about my community at the Wizard’s guild. “if you had access to an alternate dimension’s version of you of the opposite sex, would you?” to which my reply is usually “even if you did does it even count?” I mainly just replied like this because I didn’t want to think about the answer. I am by no means an unattractive man however I do not find either myself or people of my race attractive. Such a question the answer to which confuses and befuddles me, I myself don’t even know. Would I? these are the things that keep me up at night as I lie awake in my bed on a hot summer’s night the AC broken again as I lie bare, with a fan blasting at its highest setting to try and stave off this unbearable heat. I awoke the next morning to a startling realization. There was a woman my height with the exact same mismatching skin as me lying in my bed who wasn’t there before. I couldn’t see her face as it was obscured by the same mask, I was wearing except hers looked more like it was meant to be cute while mine looks more like it’s meant to be steampunk. The almost identical masks startled me. It seems we’re both necromancers but who is she and why is she here? ”oi?”

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“I’m awake… just wondering why my room looks slightly different.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m working on a theory my guess is” she took off her mask and as I took off mine we looked each other dead in the eyes and saw we had the exact same, incredibly rare shade of blood-red irises. “I think I’m you from another dimension.”

“well… ain't that just perfect?”

“I think I’m going to need to borrow some of your clothes”

“yeah.” We both immediately look away from each other. I reach my hands towards my chest and though I didn’t see it the fact we both said the same thing leads me to believe I know exactly where her hands went. “I thought I’d be bigger,” we both say in unison.