After all, isn’t it common knowledge that cultists wear robes.‘Returning from that random deviation, I need to think about the people here. More s...ecifically what they could do. Although they looked and sounded exactly like regular humans, they could do astonishing things that looked and can only be described as ... magic.‘For starters, the flying man running on air. That unexplainable pressure these people could exude at a moments notice, and also dispel if I remember correctly. The flying man. I still look much the same.)I stepped forward and so did she, so our bodies were just barely touching, my nipples grazing her skin. I stood there for several seconds feeling my nipples grow hard.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m bi, not gay, and I dated three guys before Mel. All three of the men sucked in one way or another. I won’t bore you with the details, but after the third failure in two weeks, I decided to try a woman and Mel showed up on my screen. We’d just planned on dinner,. The arcade area was a dark maze of hallways lined with small video booths. It was very quiet, and I took a minute to let my eyes adjust to the mid-day windowless twilight.I unbuttoned my top entirely as I began strolling down the first hallway, checking out the open doors of all the empty booths I passed -- I could see very large glory holes gouged between most booths. I turned the corner and saw there was one man leaning against the door frame of a booth about halfway down the hall. As I. Some asshole tried to pull Clare's wig off and one of the girls actuallywent and battered him for it. Clare couldn't believe it. Not only werethese women who'd only just met her tonight accepting her but they wereactually sticking up for her too. Clare went home that night feeling likea million dollars.The next couple of weekends she dressed up again. Clare enjoyed it whenshe was ordering a drink at the bar and some guy would reach up her skirtand pinch her bum but every time she turned around.