1. Your Name:
2. Are we friends?
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
4. Would you kiss me?
5. ...with tongue?
6. Would you enjoy it?
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15. Do you think I'm hot?
16. Would you owl me just because?
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you?
18. If you could change anything about me, would you?
19. Would you have sex with me?
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)?
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

23. (Individual question of your choice)
What song do you dance to in your underwear when no one's watching?

Comment to this post, and...

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.

Disclaimer: Izzy's not really in TM but she answers some prompts and oh my this one was too much fun to pass up.



Izzy slept the sleep of the dead. It was the best night's sleep she'd gotten in...ever. Stella was spending the night with her Uncle and Izzy had been able to just crash in the room off her office.

Waking up she stretched both arms over her head as usual only to find that now her arms hit the wall which was weird enough to make her bring her hands down in front of her face and take a good look at them: large, blunt, square..."Oh Merlin, they're...MAN HANDS!"

She sat up and looked down at herself, feeling a little bit panicked. Most definitely NOT her own body. "What the hell?" And not her own voice. She tried to think of what could have happened. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred the night before. The place had been packed, but that was the norm...

It was a little hard to think looking down at a stranger's body. Her eyes flew to the clock. "Oh no! Stella!" She was supposed to pick up Stella in just a couple of hours. How in the fuck was she supposed to explain to her 4 year old that 'Mummy might be a Daddy for a little while'?

"Crap!"

She didn't have a choice she was going to have to get help. Sitting down she scrawled a fast note. Sebastian - Turned into a MAN. Help? - Iz She sent Mortimer on his way with the note and then went to stand in front of the mirror, running a hand over her face and feeling stubble.

"Well, at least I'm a pretty man."





Author's note: Feel free to come play with her/him

Anyone that knows me, probably knows that I'm not exactly the 'listening' type.

From remus_jay_lupin

Go to Google, type your name with "needs" in quotes. Then post ten needs that show up for you.


1. Izzy needs a dog
2. Izzy needs a home in Indiana
3. Izzy needs a passport
4. Izzy needs a new home
5. Izzy needs a break
6. Izzy needs someone sweet
7. Izzy needs to let him go
8. Izzy needs volunteers
9. Izzy needs sex
10. Izzy needs someone

Any follow-ups questions? Feel free to ask. I'm not shy and I'm feeling chatty.

I don't know how to dance.

Most people find that sort of shocking, like admitting I don't know how to walk or tie my own shoe laces, but there you have it. I've never gone to parties where I might have to dance, not at school, not afterwards. One time in my sixth year I faked a sprained ankle so my date wouldn't expect me to dance. I kept it wrapped for a week with a bandage. Whenever Pomfrey saw me she raised an eyebrow.

I've always loved how people look dancing, so graceful, flowing like for that one moment in time they're perfectly in sync with one another. Me? I'm always out of sync, either one step behind or two steps ahead. I can't keep rhythm even when I try.

Sometimes I try to picture what it would be like to close my eyes and trust, just let someone take my hand and feel theirs on the small of my back and believe I won't stumble or worse yet, fall.

Stella? Stella DANCES and she doesn't care if she's out of rhythm or if anyone is looking at her wondering about keeping time. My baby just twirls and hops and skips and glides and she's got no fear. I'm so proud of that. I'm proud that my daughter isn't afraid. If she doesn't like the beat she'll just dance anyway to hell with what the world thinks.

I don't just want to dance, I want to dance like that.