I picked up a blue short outfit that had a matching top which required no bra. Combed my hair, applied some waterproof mascara, moisturizing sun-block... and lip gloss, as I didn’t want the sun's rays to burn my face. I looked out the front window and saw Mitch’s truck coming up the street. My whole body screamed, "Oh fuck, just what the doctor ordered for my broken heart." It didn’t take him long to park and walk up to the door. I opened it and greeted him with usual hello. Like always when we. Just give me a minute, would you?’ I set my good foot on the floor, and gingerly set my injured one next to it. As I wobbled, trying to get up, I discovered I could put at least some weight on it, and I started to limp towards the door. Out in the hallway, I realized I could hear strange sounds. Stopping to listen intently, the light from the room I had just exited shone down the hallway, revealing where I was. The noise was coming from the direction of Steven’s bedroom. It sounded like. Zoe and Catherina had found an apartment and moved in, as a house warming they invited the two of us over for dinner. The apartment was small, basically one room, with a small bathroom. The kitchen cabinets giving the only privacy to the sleeping area. The girls had settled in and managed to furnish it, two large couches and a table and chairs, reminded me of my college dorm days, however they seemed happy with their new home.Dinner was nice but after several glasses of wine each, it was. They're. Coming. Today. I cutthe straps on the shoes and got the clothes off and got into the shower.The breasts and wig would not pull off and I remembered Muscles sayingthe skin would rip first. So I scrubbed as best I could, and washed thewig, which smelled like piss and cum anyway. I could barely touch mytesticles, they were so sore, and I could only rinse and pat my anuswhich felt ripped apart. I toweled off and was looking for a brush tobrush out the wig when I heard the key in the door,.