Impulsively, my gaze continued inspecting downward confirming my suspicion of battle scars on his shoulders, pectorals and the side of his abdominals....Following act, my eyes, betraying me yet again, briefly stopped at his wet, black, tight trunks, featuring a chunky, full bulge and the contour of a swollen penis gland. Instantly, everything attached north of my legs began to twitch. Blushed, I continued running my stare down to his feet. “Can you lend me a towel” he asked with a wry smile.. Pure fiction.We were probably stoned when we came up with the idea. Todd and I had been roommates for our first two years on college, and got on well enough that we moved off campus for our junior year.Anyway, in late September we were talking about Halloween, and trying to come up with ideas. One of us, I forget whom, suggested we go on the usual pub crawl in drag. We laughed and laughed and laughed, before laughing about some doofus who fell into a swimming pool on some blooper show on TV.. Hepretends to hate it of course, but the biometric reports from hischastity belt never lie, do they?" No, they certainly don't," agreed the red head. "If they didn't lovebeing turned into girls they wouldn't be feeling so aroused all thetime. That's what I always tell Peter when he sends me one of his funnybegging letters. He, I mean she, always writes them on such cute scentedpink notepaper with little hearts drawn above his name." Boys will be girls," mused the dark haired woman as she. We will defend the wall as long as possible until help arrives from our allies, the Trokya Empire. Now go, relay my orders." The soldier ran off to go tell the commanding officers about the King's orders. The King sighed and beckoned one of the nearby maids over to him."Yes, your majesty?" The maid said politely and walked towards the foot of the throne."Take my family through the secret underground passages and travel to the nearby Trokya empire. Give them this crest and tell them I sent you,.