Casey, a femboy walking home from his 21st birthday

Casey was already regretting his evening. Yesterday evening, if it makes a difference, but the pounding in his head wasn't likely to go away before work. Why did he let his friends drag him to the bar on a Thursday? Not that he didn't enjoy his first legal ****, he tried a much greater variety than the single brand of shitty beer that his father drank and enjoyed the fruity cocktails that his friends bought him. But now, with his social batteries drained and a fair amount of **** still making its way through his body, he made his way towards his apartment building.

He didn't mind walking, the cool air allowed him to clear his head. Plus, the bar they had gone to was well within walking distance. Didn't hurt that it was a gay bar, helping him be more comfortable with crossdressing in public. He'll definitely be returning, on a weekend. His friend Lucas had helped him get fitted for a strappy little dress and put on more deliberate makeup than the minimal eyeliner that he usually does. Casey blushes, partly from the cold and in part from recalling the two lesbians that flirted with him and the crumpled napkin in his pocket from the buff bisexual girl with her name and phone number written on it.

"I should call her. Ugh, should I call around lunch? or wait until after work..." Casey pondered aloud, not having experience with flirting or relationships due to insecurities over his crossdressing and his other kinks.

Taking a shortcut between two buildings, Casey noticed a small tent pitched a short way into the alley. The tent appeared to only be large enough to fit maybe one person, but that hardly registered as odd. Made of dark purple fabric with gold embroidery, a warm glow emanated from inside. A sign above the entrance reads "Madam Yilda's Life Changing Tarot" and he barely registered the wind picking up to pull him closer.

"Looks straight out of a bad fantasy book, might as well check it out."

The bead curtain in the entrance parted seemingly by itself as Casey ducked into the tent.

"Welcome, Casey. Come in." a deep, feminine voice whispered from in front of him as he stood up inside the tent. A woman sits behind a wooden table covered by a blue velvet cloth. She wore velvet robes, showing generous cleavage. Her dark hair contrasts her silver scales. Large, leathery wings are folded up behind her, and a thick, reptilian tail curls around from behind her.

Casey carefully sits down on a plush stool in front of the table, making sure his dress is set in place. "Hello, kinda late to be set up for business, isn't it?"

"And yet it is the perfect time for you to cross my threshold. You have come to seek guidance, and the cards shall reveal your true self." Madam Yilda gave a hint of a smile as she spread a deck of cards across the table. "Select a card that will guide the reading. When we are done it will show your impact on this world"

Casey picks a card almost at random, pointing a painted nail to the seventh card from the top. Madam Yilda sets that card to the side, takes the cards from below that point and places them atop the deck. "Now we can begin."