He seemed grateful.I couldn't stop staring. I was getting turned on by his transformation.But I was angry with him. Very angry with him. When he ca...e out of theshower, I helped him get dressed. This is messed up. I'm dressing myboyfriend up in my clothes. I started tearing up. I had to leave. Iknew my thoughts were betraying me. I couldn't let him woo me again.That's when I told him I was going to my parents and not coming backhome. It was the hardest decision I made. I loved Aaron. . I’m Nancy Brookwood. And you must be Mr. and Mrs. Beaser. Come right in!”The house was all angles and wood paneling and as dark as pitch on the inside, but it wasn’t dirty or rundown. In fact, it seemed warm and pleasant; cinnamon and other baking scents were everywhere, as well as smells like burning candles and incense. It was immediately one of the most comfortable places Herb had ever been in. No wonder Willie is always trying to sneak over here, he thought.Herb’s wife furrowed her brow.. She stepped back, her eyes taking in the weathered, wooden house with the thick, well-fitting door. The windows held cloth curtains, a luxury few in the town could afford but then Ardt – and Yren, of course – were very good smiths. Now, though, the windows looked strangely barren and dark, the soulless eyes of a soulless house. Bremer couldn’t shake the feeling of darkness hovering over her as she looked at them.The smithy sat off to the left, north of the main house, a large metal sign hanging. Well, not sure the soon to be toilet slave will see it like that but that’s his problem.”Ben wanted to take a shit but knew that Greg would be eating and drinking a lot when his friends turned up so instead he just coughed up some phlegm and spat it down the tube before closing the lid and heading out.Ben had just finished changing into his fetish gear when he heard a knock at the door and he excitedly headed over to welcome his first guests. The sight that greeted him was of a mid forties,.