I also could hardly concentrate on my work. I kept checking email, but nothing was there. Fucking bastard, whoever he was. Teasing me, taunting me. We...l, the hell with this shit. I was gonna show him, so I picked up the phone to call my girlfriend. I was just horny since we hadn't fucked in a few days, that was all. And then my email signal came on. I slammed the phone down just as she answered and grabbed the mouse and clicked a couple of times and the message came on: "You had a hardon this. You’re not really his type after all, he prefers twinks. Young guys not little gurls who can’t get an erection and fuck him back. Him fucking you was a mercy fuck because he’s been dreaming about fucking you as Rob for over a year now. Transvestites really aren’t his thing. But they are mine so I guess it’s up to me to teach you how to be a proper sissy bitch. I have to say you’ve got the look down pretty well, none of the TV’s in this town are as pretty as you but you need to learn a few. I was growing up in a time when gay bashing was a popular sport and AIDS was fairly new and considered the great homosexual plague and the gay flu. I knew I was different from most other people, but I lacked understanding. I suppressed my thoughts and needs for two reasons: One was that I wanted to be accepted by the people I went to school and worked with, which to this day has never really happened. And two I had been the victim of sexual molestation for several years when I was younger,. "Er, look...it's alright, don't cry. I--I'm not gonna tell anybody."A pretty quivering smile cracked her moist face and I though it was pretty. "Oh thank you, thank you!!" she effused, hopping up and kissing my cheek and I blushed because it was exactly like getting pecked by a pretty little girl."Er, welcome...," I paused, shyly looking around the pink frilly room of a kiddie pageant queen, the pictures of them together at beaches and church and her pageants. I wondered how much of the real.