I have been called lots of things in my life however you understand what? Up until you have walked a mile and even an inch in my Manolos. I don't want to hear it. Everyone has their skeletons. Mine suffice to make a typical individual cringe. I understand people say that you are the only individual that can fix your issues. However that is not entirely real. Often you simply cannot do it alone. Often you need a little aid. A little push. Mine can be found in the plan of a stunning guy with muscles for days, vibrant and dibilitating blue eyes, and a heart worth more than any money in the world. To me, he is priceless. This is the story of how I went from being Alec Marx to Alice Cavanough. I lost my life years back. This is my story. This is my life.