The girls left the bathroom next to me, pushing my stall open, as I heard one of them comment “nice skirt, you look good in drag.” I sat there on ...he toilet for a second, suddenly feeling I had to piss. I was now more nervous. Had I just failed a test? I wanted to throw up too. And then he walked by. The cute little gay boy from the diner. He smiled in at me as he walked by in a mini skirt and bra. He shook his cute little ass and walked towards my open stall. I paniced slightly, not knowing. He called out, partly to me and partly to the guy who seemed to be tending the bar, "hey bring a couple of bottles up, better hurry or you'll miss the first couple of guys fucking her!" The bartender put a couple of bottles of rum in my hand and I followed the sound of the feet going ahead of me up the dark staircase.There was a guy barring the way into the room where they'd obviously gone but when he saw I was carrying booze he yelled into the room to see if I was allowed in. The leaders voice. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug. I know you can't help it." Jesse was not a light weight guy, but I curled my spine and scooped him up in my arms. He was sort of floppy, unresisting, and I carried him back to the apartment, towel threatening to slip any moment, Shadow following at my heels.Jesse was like a marionette puppet as I took him from his jeans and bundled him into the shower. I sent Shadow back to the house, got rid of my towel and stood back in the shower, scrubbing Jesse down from head to toe. His blue eyes were.