" Really, well at least one female here seems to wish that you were—I mean with her," said Barbara."Not real likely, Barb, I don't know anybody here... and I'm realist enough to know that I'm not exactly a prize. You, Marsha, and Gladys have been nice enough to show me some mercy on the dance floor tonight; I mean by dancing with me, but I'm way too savvy to read anything more into it," I said. She laughed."Don't sell yourself short, bub. You're not by any means chopped liver, and you have. The slightly frayed pants cuffs sort of matched the fact that I'd never bought a tin of shoe polish in my life. I thought I'd done a bang-up job with the tie, but then mom insisted on retying the knot. Luckily I was too tongue-tied to have to bite my tongue. Ashley was wearing the mourning color, but it was a slinky black number cut well above the knees and strategically tight in all the right places. Spaghetti straps, for chrissakes! I'm sure the fishnets were pantyhose, but they sure looked. Time continued to go on, I continued to be my own sexual partner until one night, I got a little too drunk. I met a woman, named Melissa, at a bar not far from my home. I was 21 and horny, so after her invitation I returned to her home. At 5'9", Melissa looked me even in the eye, but I was looking at her 36C breasts and perfect ass as she led me into her home. It was a small apartment, decrorated in pink and lace, extremely feminine. After taking five steps in the door, she turned and. Countless other images floated in and out of my mind all of them quickly slipping back into the void.I had given up trying to hold onto the images as they floated through my mind. My head only hurt more when I tried to latch onto what I knew was the real me. Whatever had been done to me had locked it further beyond my reach. So I waited in the darkness hoping that someone would be able to save me.A face flashed in front of me and for the first time in what felt like forever I paid attention to.