Hot times.He took me to my first gay bar and we were young. I was 20 and dressed like a frat boy and was given a few double takes when i went into the...dive bar. The following weekend i went by myself and wore jeans, the tight shirt and work boots. Picking up the gay rag I paged through it and found ads for many different saunas. This sexy older latino dude (he was 30) chatted me up and asked if i was horny? FUCK! I’m 20, in a gay bar, by myself, and don’t have a clue what I’m doing. He started. "Everyone," he emphasizes."So I try to cover it up for you a bit," he chuckles. "I told them thatyou weren't wearing anything like that but Caleb was going on about howyou were. He said you were a fag and a fairy and you know. He's reallypissed." Anyhow," he resumes, "I was trying to cover but no one believed me so Itold everyone there was no nightie. I said you were wearing a girl'suniform for the rest of day just to piss off Mr. Hennell. I said you werejust pranking and that you don't wear. You," she pointed at Bill, "are namedBelinda." She went down the row. "Norma. Marta. Holly. That's whatthe world thinks. Everyone knows you by those names. No-one, not evenyour parents, remembers you as boys, so it's no use trying to convincesomeone otherwise." She let the totality of their change sink in."I'll see you for work tomorrow." She stood, inviting them to rise aswell.As they started to turn, the old woman thought of something. "Uh,girls," she called. The former boys. Getting her okay, he had attempted and succeeded in merging their perceptions so that each was aware of everything the other was experiencing, all the way through a mind-blowing mutual climax. It was rapidly becoming his favorite way to cum. As he returned to the house after finishing the chores, the sky began to darken, and the wind pick up, threatening another storm. His cell phone, in his pocket, began to ring. It was Beth. ‘Ray, it’s Ellen. She’s had a relapse. Hurry.’ Ellen, his brother.