Hangingwith a group of girls wearing Greek Letters. Walking Uncle Stan down theaisle at some wedding. Wonder why. I was wearing a bone-colored dresswi...h lace. I wondered if I still had the dress. If Arlene did, I mean.Kissing some dude. On a zipline. Skydiving! Yikes. I would never dothat.And yet I had. She was me, an alternate me, but sprung from mostly thesame stuff. I was currently my own "what if," right? Not like my parentsand siblings had changed. David and Molly and Mom and Dad littered. "Sonic! Are the rumours true?" one yelled as they shoved a microphonein his face."No!" He turned away, but there were more."Is it true you're gay?" Of course not!" He turned away again."Is it true that you're a tranny?" Never!" He backed against the wall. "I'm not gay! I'm not a tranny!I'm... I'm..." I'm Sonique the Glamhog!"His eyes went wide and he looked around. The wall behind him was glass,and behind it he saw himself."Who are you?" I just told you. I'm Sonique the Glamhog!" his reflection. This room wasn’t as big as I thought it was but it had a huge area you could climb on kind of like a sturdy bouncy castle. I loved the sensation of it, there were a few couples in there when I went in there with my partner. Having my breasts sucked by my partner was quickly intensified when a female who was being fucked from doggy style began licking me out. A great stimulus is enjoying the pleasure especially when the surface we were on allows you to feel the motion of the action and. ................................................................................................................................................................................................ "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in.