"Oh for God's sake!"I sat down on an old broken chair with no back that I'd also been unableto throw out and fumed quietly.I just couldn't do this! I ...asn't cut out for it! I was never going toclear this house; never going to get my life sorted! Why did I keepkidding myself I could? I was useless! I just wasn't tough enough to getrid of old keepsakes, and the whole house was full of them! My back wasaching! My arms were aching! I couldn't do it!I crossed my arms then fumed again. Then I looked. . "I'M NOT GAY,Why am I letting this dick go into my mouth?" And somewhere else there wasthis quiet place telling me that this was my place. That I had to do whatwas demanded of me, and that it was not my place to question why. I wasfading; somehow the person was becoming the thing... The thing that was tomake Trey feel better. I reached up and felt the hard muscles of his stomach, chest andsides. I continued my exploration of his body as I sucked his cock more andmore receptively. Trey was. Leaning forward you kiss my neck and it sends chills through my body. I want more, more of your touch, more of your lips, more of your body. You untie the ribbon at my left shoulder and the material slides away revealing my left breast and the nipple that stands ready begging for your attention. As your head dips down I lean forward and whisper softly, Ive missed you master. Your answer is your lips grazing around my nipple then pulling it up then coming up and kissing me full on the mouth. As. ”“I think it’s time for me to go, bro,” his friend says, starting to get out of the chair. “I’ll tell anyone that asks that you’re definitely sick.”“Chill out, Dwayne,” Trent says. “This isn’t something gay. Just check it out, man.” And without any more arguing Trent quickly slips on the costume. With just the mask remaining to be put on he says, “Don’t be shocked when you see this.”As soon as the mask is over his head, Trent is transformed into the luscious Arlyne. Dwayne can’t believe his.