He had learned about sex in school but with everything going on in his life, he remembered little. Carly had calmed his fears of pregnancy when she ex...lained to him about some pill and frankly, it all felt too good to give up. “Are you taking a pill too,” Aaron asked Megan a little nervously, “so you don’t get pregnant?”“Yeah,” Megan assured him, “Carly gave me her last two; she said she didn’t need them anyways.” Aaron looked into Megan’s eyes with a little fear. “Don’t worry, she’s really. Sure enough, it was much longer than it had been. He was shocked. How long had he been sleeping? It must've been a while for his hair to grow out like this. He looked down at his hands. They looked...thinner, like he'd lost weight or something. He was starting to get really worried. Maybe he had been in a coma. Maybe it had been months or even years since he had fallen off that stupid catwalk. Maybe he was, like, in the future or something. That would explain all the equipment. He decided. I have made innumerable items of feminine apparel when I could get the thing to cooperate with me, dresses, skirts, blouses were no real problem. Most of them even came out well enough I could wear them in public, that is if I had the nerve. But this time it was different. This time, in my current unemployed state, I decided to sew a pair of shorts for my male self. Somehow all of my good shorts had disappeared in the various moving adventures of the past year, and I was in no position to buy. Now I checked them daily, looking at the Men for Men ads, wondering how these guys really worked things out, were the ads even real? What about diseases, maybe getting mugged by other guys? Some of the ads looked raw, others very questionable. Most looked for one time hook ups. Sounded dangerous to me.I decided to respond to a few ads. Not many replied back to me, but those who did, scared me. They were rough, crude, looking for blow and goes, one time hook ups. Now, I still was trying to.