"I was fantasizing again. Imagining I was a male Drow who started with nothing and gradually gained power and status in a matriarchal society where women reigned supreme.
"The noble young lady from Noble Heights always haughtily pressed a pastry into my hands. When the aloof teacher at the Spider Academy saw it, she called me into her office for private tutoring. When I got home, my older and younger sisters, dressed as maids, took off my shoes and massaged my feet. My childhood sweetheart next door insisted on coming over to play games and sleep with me. After the family Matron Mother made dinner, she took me to soak in an underground hot spring. Finally, we all lay in one bed and talked about my childhood, when they used to look down on me, and they tearfully stripped off my clothes and apologized..."
"Stop, stop fantasizing. In reality, that pastry might be one of your fingers. She called you into her office to test the electric spell she'd just learned. When you got home, you'd have to kneel before your sisters like a servant and massage their feet. The girl next door would make you fetch her Frisbee like a dog. The Matron Mother would boil a pot of water to scald your skin off, then laugh as she peeled off your hide and hung it on the display rack in her bedroom."
"Getting to massage their feet still sounds pretty good..."
"You're beyond saving."
"What else can I do? Just because I was born a male beast, does that mean I don't even have the right to fantasize?"
"You'd be better off thinking about how to make that fantasy come true."
"The reason a fantasy is a fantasy is that nobody's ever done it!"
"Then take another look