Shantilal ke samne uska damad gopi, apne pati ko, ya uski beti ko darata dhamkata tha. Koi kuch nahi bolte the. Shantilal ki bivi aur roopa ki maa bhi...kuch nahi bolti thi. Roopa ki maa ke liye roopa ek musibat bangayi thi, kyuki ek chote se ghar main do pariwar pal rahe the. roopa ka bhai ghar aata, bina haathmooh dhoye khane ke liye baithjata aur phir se apne dosto ke paas chala jata.EK DIN DOPAHAR MAIN……Shantilal ghar aaya khana khane ke liye. Roopa ke pati ka khana hogaya tha aur who bahar. Pink hearts on a pastel background.Everything reinforcing his new, girly nature. Something he hadn'tthought about for so long, until that fateful day when he saw her dirtylingerie in the hamper.He opened just the edge, peeking inside. His finger slipped in. Soft.More lingerie? No. She had said to wear the set he had stolen so thatdidn't make sense. God, he hoped it wasn't a skirt or a dress. How couldhe wear something like that to the office?He ripped the band-aid off, quickly tearing through. ”“I won’t. I’m going to get ready.”Vincent marched into the restroom and showered quickly. He applied a mixture of cocoa butter and baby oil to his small body. After pre-lubing his asshole with Vaseline, he doused himself with body spray. He selected a pair of a cutoff white denim shorts and a pink tank top. He dressed then applied make-up to his face. He finished off with lip gloss. He lit a joint and took four long puffs. Then, the door knocked. Vincent called Hadrian.“Hello,” Hadrian. As it happened, three of my co-workers visited for what-not. All of them immediately noticed the collar (it would be pretty hard not to), and asked if it was my girlfriend's idea. I said yes. They asked what I would say if my supervisor saw it. I said I hadn't the faintest idea.One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get a collar like the one I had), settled down to work in silence.After some time, I checked my.