"Well, don't you look awfully pretty in your panties, bra, stockings andmakeup? You really are a little faggot bitch aren't you?" he said as helooked ...e up and down."Greg, I can explain..." I started but he put his hand up to stop me inmid sentence."There is nothing for you to say, I know all about you and the rulesaround here have changed starting right fucking now," he said with asmile. "I will keep your secret because I don't want anyone to know thatI live with a fag, it would be bad for my. Hurry up."I step out of the shower and start drying myself off. My legs really dolook just like Miley's now."This is so unfair," I whine to myself. "Did you give me the wrong lotionMiley? I look more and more like a girl now, with hairless legs like you,even though you're a baby Miley."I turn and look at my legs in the mirror as Miley walks up next to me,pulling the towel off me."I'm not a baby, Panty Boy Barry, but I would like to see you dressed likeone. So if you do not do as I say, I am. ” Michael had no idea how profoundly being watched as he felt me up impacted me. The image of those two men watching me was seared into my brain at that moment. But right now, Michael deserved my full attention, not the two voyeurs in the parking lot. As Michael looked at the candles, crackers and cheese and peppermint schnapps, I stammered for a moment before saying, “Is this alright? Do you mind? I really want this to be very special.” “Of course I don’t mind. I think it is great. I am. “Let’s go.”I was surprised she would call my bluff, so I said, “OK, let’s go” and stood up.She quickly re-adjusted the hem of her short dress again, a dress which didn’t leave anything to the imagination when it came to her bodacious body. She had the longest legs, accentuated by stiletto heels and a ponytail and bangs that gave her more of a teenage hooker-look than that of a professional apartment leasing agent.I followed her out of the office and through the pool area.“How long have you.