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Danielle kicks butt, a past life ( and jealousy) issue. Not far away, another dazzled in forbidden love kind of boyfriend was walking towards Joan's occult-minded social gathering. A seventeen--year old youth with an endearing, little boy handsome 'Beaver Cleaver' sort of face, his name was Danny Dubois and he'd just learned shocking news of romantic betrayal. A torrid gay love tryst between his exciting forbidden lover and his so-called best friend, they used to run around in grade school together and once hung out with the same pals in the neighbourhood. 'Stone Child' was what the bikers called him, Arthur's motorcycle riding buddies. With his longish soft blond hair and cute pixie face that many women found endearing, Blondie boy seldom lacked for female attention. "Did you hear about our little blond-haired Scorpio friend coming out with the Fag-Hag at the vegetarian restaurant?" Allan Sheppard seemed too wickedly amused over the phone to report: "Stallion Freddy found the tightest little bitch for himself now." Allan didn't bother telling him much about the details, except mentioning something about Freddy coming over (with his femme styled lover-boy in tow) to his apartment party that very evening. Allan's usual gang of twisted freaks happened to already be drinking when Danny finally parked his motorcycle and came inside the place. Then this red-headed girl, some dizzy fat slut that blondie boy used to fuck for sport told Danny to peek under the bathroom door. He became wickedly aroused just seeing it, watching this leggy, blond-haired girl expertly perform oral sex on Stallion Freddy. Seeing feline red lips kissing happily downwards, fondling that totally gay, solid love pole in kissy sweet, oral lip service. A pretty female face that also happened to belong to his closest of male friends, one dressed completely now as a girl. This exotic, cross-dressing femme paired up now to that most arrogant and strongest butch of a demon lover; seeing made-over girly-styled lips in oral romantic surrender to Stallion Freddy and his well-endowed love pole. What seemed most astonishing of all was when Danny noticed Allan's jaded party buddies, dismissing it all as something routine. Another easy conquest for the great stallion and all that, but this time ponytail blondie was giggling naughty like this slutty teen-age schoolgirl. Freddy's most radical femme styled gay bitch - making teen-age girly noises like he did something bad! Danny was still looking on under the door when he seen ponytail blondie inching closer on bended, sleek nylon knees. Soft kissy wide boyfriend lips already smacking hungrily against Freddy's erect warrior genitals, a most jubilant oral cleansing. Danny was still watching when that strong-arm muscular, buff gay stallion grabbed blondie boy's dangling ponytail. This totally butch and determined sexual partner - wrapping his warrior fist around captured boyfriend hair; using braided hair as leverage - moving this girly-defined, peach-coloured face to aggressively masturbate. Freddy's naughty-ass lover-boy in pink spandex shorts wasn't complaining though. Under the door one could see jubilant rosy red lips locked on the gay stallion's wickedly erect victory pole. One totally deflowered gay bitch - giving his occult-minded, ramrod lover creamy orgasms in spasms of pleasure! "This must be your master plan to make my boyfriends jealous!" Stallion Freddy decides to scold. His beefy warrior thighs opening wider for a closer, more intense oral massage. "I'm okay about you taking me like this but....." The magnificently endowed gay stallion purrs, "But you know what's gonna happen when all the gossip gets back. Allan and his party creatures will be sure to talk about us..." Blondie in sandals still kneeling on the floor, rosy soft lips happily rocking on Freddy's solid love pole, moaning with delight and trying to explain: "I don't care...anymore...about what anybody says! I only love you! I need you!" Glistening femme lips proclaiming proud and naughty as in sexual rebellion - like this slutty looking teen-age girl in defiance - eager sucking off Stallion Freddy like his happiest fairy! "I'd better get out of here before they see me." Danny thought to himself. As the dazed young man left this forbidden romantic show, he felt his own genitals tower in lusty arousal, finding his own underpants becoming wickedly saturated in creamy forbidden erection. Whenever his own ramrod felt a need for oral service - few girlfriends barely wanted to even touch him. "I just can't believe I was so turned on by watching those two faggots!" Danny was scolding himself while making his own escape. "Well, Freddy does look kinda cute and his sweet gay bitch actually does look pretty." Danny forced himself to stop thinking that way while still fleeing the scene. Unable to think or even feel, Danny managed to somehow drive his motorcycle home and promptly fell asleep. By early afternoon, he awakened. He found himself thinking constantly about what happened between Stallion Freddy and blondie boy after that, a very much confused young lover-boy wanting to cry and smile about it at the same time. Unlike radical cross-dressing ponytail blondie, Danny's relationship with the frisky gay stallion was more cerebral. He learned vegetarian food lore and karmic awareness at Fred Majowski's feet, they actually shared many interests and Danny began to be attracted to the man and his lifestyle. Danny's occult-savvy older mentor who taught some new-age classes at the occult bookstore; the Fag-Hag certainly noticed when Danny began drifting away from his usual macho buddies to make flirty eye-contact with her very closest of male friends, that one named Stallion Freddy who happened to be strong and gay. It was about the time the witchy-on-steroids lady revealed herself as High Priestess, promising to become his 'guidance counsellor' and 'spiritual guide', one who could unlock the 'Goddess spirit' which was supposedly 'locked inside' him. Their connection was a purer form of attachment- not at all like that flaming out femme predator Danny used to hang-out with, that twisted sister kind of aggressive femme named Scorpio blondie who decided to become sexually active inside this wild forbidden gay garden of love! Never a physical attraction at first, the gay sex part of Danny's relationship with Stallion Freddy only flowed later. Both as committed lovers wishing to cement themselves in lusty intimacy By all accounts, Scorpio blondie had definitely enjoyed his role, as Stallion Freddy's slutty looking gay bitch. His captured lover boy had already been introduced to Freddy's intimate circle of vegans and gay gym rats under the 'Fag-Hag's wing - even trying to fit in among all those jaded romantic hopefuls. Since then, those two lovebirds had become inseparable. Karma, Danny thought to himself bitterly about the sexual irony. Thinking about his own strong and very different kind of lover, that gay stallion who came between two silly goose young males who intruded on the Fag-Hag's occult world in search of sexual adventure. Some guys were always lucky, was that karma? Danny lamented as his girly strap sandals and tight-ass pink, bicycle shorts flexed feline leggy on the sidewalk, sensual buns moving faster in a steady jungle cat motion. Bee-bop blondie decided to become the macho wanna-be by tormenting the Fag-Hag in front of his drunken, outlaw pals. Like a certain rogue element present during some of the open house parties the occult bookstore sponsored, over the top young males torn between latent homophobia and totally repressed forbidden arousal for that very magnetic hard-bodied gay stallion the Fag-Hag called Freddy. Both Danny and Claire noticed it when the Fag-Hag used her almost demonic, occult firepower to open up this goddess portal inside their favourite new-age bookstore. This dusty halo of pink light opening up while the Goddess Emissary Irene (alias the 'Fag-Hag') chanted something silly. This wonderful window to forbidden rapture was wide open - and that undeserving male tart took full advantage by taking his own master/lover through it. It just wasn't fair! That cute ass, drunken repressed Scorpio bitch boy had to be chosen out of the pack. Claire appeared to be this wild matchmaker whenever she sensed stormy male passions in the air. She often took an active interest in Freddy's circle of competitive vegan muscle boys and other romantic hopefuls. Unlikely male suitors like two out-going, party boys wanting to get laid in the worst possible way - horny, drunk and stupid. Two independent minded, handsome young males who enjoyed charming and seducing the ladies, now submissive femme playmates for such a wickedly accomplished ramrod lover. Danny and 'Stone Child' both came from the same urban neighbourhood, went to the same school together once and often hung-out within the same like-minded crowd. Older dudes with more solid muscles who displayed tattoos, friends who rode motorcycles together and operated outside the fringes of the law. Danny and his blond-haired buddy weren't really in their league, those guys were tough bikers mostly. The hard-core members of the biker posse merely tolerated them; especially during the gang's many booze laden parties, younger males merely wishing to earn their respect. Right about now, Danny's silly femme coloured mind was beginning to question if he ever belonged to such an crazy outlaw pack. Yet the High Priestess herself had warned against them, all Goddess initiates needed to be warned against premature sexual conquest from impure males. A wary young cross-dresser so made over in dark nylons and wearing the tightest of pink spandex shorts, actually worried because he was looking like one of those pampered, suburban chicks his 'buddies' would lust to nail. That's why Danny's shapely femme legs kept on strolling this upscale, urban neighbourhood with his ears on high alert - listening for the threatening sounds of approaching motorcycles. But the only noise he ever heard tonight was the sounds of his very own girly sandals - pounding against the sidewalk like this determined freight train in motion. Something else was telling Danny's mystically altered female form what to do and he was liking it. A leggy cross-dressing male youth in wonderment of the female essence which had overtaken him. It was certainly a blessing from the High Priestess to allow his impure, male self to walk along the Goddess Path. ******************************************************************************** Danny's inner mind kept seeing this pink-glowing, moon-shaped Druid amulet; recalling a time when the Fag-Hag boldly walked into Allan Sheppard's apartment party during this week-end party night. This fashionable skirted in tweed but imposing dark older lady deciding to confront some unruly problem boys - by boldly kicking down the bathroom door like an excited Nazi storm trooper! It was enough to startle Danny and 'Stone Child' while they were smoking dope inside. "Fucken Bitch!" Danny's blond-haired buddy was angry enough to blow pungent marijuana smoke her way. He began raising his fist for an instant, making annoyed gestures at their ridiculous, but twisted 'old maid' intruder. Danny was about to say something too, but chilled when the Fag-Hag calmly stepped inside the small room and locked the door. She was trapping them all inside for this nervy but serious confrontation and holding up this ancient witchy-looking amulet. Then the entire room suddenly burst into this pinkish explosion of solid light. Both Danny and 'Stone Child gasped at the pink flash. In the blink of an eye they both noticed the Fag-Hag magically tower over them. Danny felt overwhelmed with fear, thinking his night of evil torture was about to begin. Yet they became mystified by this pink light coming from this ancient looking relic. Danny's inner mind felt some cosmic connection to it. Maybe a Karmic relationship from ancient lifetimes ago, and his eyes began blinking in wonderment about such things. Danny had ideas of looking away, but that notion never seemed as enticing as looking directly at it. So, both of them were becoming enthralled by this exotic pink lighted object being held in this concerned, old lady's hand. Youthful male minds becoming soothed by such a delightful cosmic relic from some heroic age. Neither of those boisterous drunken, skirt-chasing adolescent boys ever paid heed to this grey-haired, astrology minded witch before; but they did this time as the 'Fag-Hag' held out this glowing, moon-shaped amulet. Mystical soft, pastel pink beams of light, enough cosmic influence to enchant both male youths into following her like puppies. She complained about 'passive aggressive females' that seemed to dominate her new-age landscape (thanks to their drunken outlaw teen-age antics) the ruffians in leather and two wheeled barbarism seemed to become aware of all the sexual opportunities for alcoholic seduction. "We're starting to attract a much rougher crowd to our occult bookstore parties and I blame you horney male tarts for bringing the motorcycle goons, n'est ce pas?" Each listening meekly while the Druid cloaked 'Fag-Hag' decided to scold: "I warned you two about inviting your unruly drunken, biker buddies over here to cause trouble. And neither one of you fresh male tarts had balls enough to stand against them. So now, you'll be needing to stand up against those drug-crazed, macho outlaws without balls! You'll be fighting for the love of your life without balls too!" The stern faced, Druid cloaked, witchy-on-steroids lady mostly blamed it on their juvenile attitude towards women in general, that male chauvinist lurking inside. Like 'puppies yearning for affection' were the words she described. Their desperate need to feel accepted by the drug-dealing ruffians, their peers among the high-school dropout, motorcycle outlaw crowd. She acted as if she decided to 'save' them from such ill-chosen party companions, warning that such 'buddies' could easily cause them major league trouble in the future. All they needed was a 'little guidance." She decided that certain, macho party ruffians they knew needed to be humbled. It was understood their assistance would be required later. Meanwhile, two unruly teen-age boys needed some 'home schooling' in order to teach them more acceptable social skills in the company of the opposite sex. "I'll need to reform you little criminals from the bottom up! You'll soon be introduced to some of Freddy's intimate network of live-in friends, I believe. They have to be a better class of buddies than those drunken motorcycle bums you both hang out with now. I'll bet you two little scamps learn to love it." "No," came this wimpy, almost infantile objection from Danny's rapidly dissolving macho self. But this magically imposing, compelling older woman just gave her totally cowered male bucks this demonic, eerie stare. Her compelling glare of psychic intimidation; then she continued instructing her latest submissive conquests. Blondie boy was already lashing his baby blues back to Danny through pinkish haze. Both of them trembling in anticipation about becoming immersed into this uncharted, forbidden romantic universe. The mansion in the far suburbs where Stallion Freddy frolicked among his live-in tribe of devoted male bucks. Formerly macho-minded youths secretly yearning to dip into this sexually interesting dating pool. Curious but jaded male tarts seeing this well-endowed, wickedly strong new-age lover in a more charming pink light. Once lusty males captivated by the illumination coming from the Fag-Hag's magical Goddess amulet. She spent several moments alone with each enchanted, individual young teen-age buck. Soon, both of them departed to sleep it off. Leather-clad, motorcycle riding posse boys dreaming in agreement to subliminal pink messages about gender realignment. It wasn't long after that when Stallion Freddy turned the tables on two silly skirt-chasing male bucks in search of romantic adventure. This arrogant but magnetic and accomplished gay stallion using his mystical charm to dazzle two hetero-male younger dudes - easily turning their sexual desires upside down. Gone were these two high-spirited out-going young males who enjoyed seducing all the vulnerable, occult-minded ladies inside this astrology bookstore. Replaced by two ultra-competitive girly styled male suitors, into wearing alluring female spandex exercise shorts - and becoming fearful about the sexual competition. If it wasn't for the gay stallion and his occult ally, the 'Fag-Hag' - he'd still be riding wild and free on his motorbike. Still be that handsome young buck who could charm the ladies at all the outlaw party scenes and even have his self-respect - but his aching boyfriend heart would still feel horribly empty. That's right, the more Danny fell deeper into this forbidden hole of girly ass submission - the more he actually needed it! Danny recalled how barren his pitiful, so-called love life formerly was; trying to satisfy his sexual needs from spaced-out sluts after boozy outlaw, biker parties. Was that why he felt such an emotional need to pursue Stallion Freddy right now? A most determined romantic hopeful wearing the tightest of pink shorts and stepping on the pavement in the tallest girly sandals. Danny actually was more into strolling these days instead of riding his noisy and dangerous motorcycle as he did before. This formerly wild and crazy party boy now enjoying the feel of decadent girly nylons rubbing against his thighs, listening to the sound of determined tall heels striking the pavement in this business like click-clacking tempo - except that this time it was all connected to this special mission. Danny's mind was at this lever of inner calm now, because he was becoming more pleasing in the eyes of the Great Goddess every single day. His once impure male mind taking in more and more ancient goddess wisdom - but those first few days were an ordeal. The morning after one boozy weekend party appeared as just another hangover day, except that his heart was burning to satisfy this strange, inner need. He was becoming wickedly aroused by these perverted sexual fantasies involving another man, this arrogant vegetarian food fascist and harsh faggot the brothers in his gang actually hated. Detesting himself, he eagerly masturbated to steamy mental images of Stallion Freddy's strong gay love pole become totally erect and properly fondled. His very own aggressive kisses sipping the stallion's jungle juices in oral lip service, often imagining that hard-bodied handsome lover was humping him on top in well-oiled romantic impalement. A mental assault of wet-dreams involving that magnificent butch sexual partner capturing his sweet, excited behind somewhere in fierce but furtive bedroom gymnastics; those endless romantic mental images of him licking that wickedly endowed cocky faggot on the horn in creamy oral bliss. He also felt ashamed about the way he and his so-called friends had acted at times; the goddess emissary Irene properly scolded him and his buddy for it. Danny was also becoming aware of more complicated emotional needs. Why was he calling the Fag-Hag the 'goddess emissary' now? He didn't know, something about a fertility ceremony and he had to properly prepared for it, whatever that meant. How could he find that ruggedly handsome booty bandit so sexually interesting? That was another mystery too. All Danny knew that it was Stallion Freddy that caused his entire male persona to come crashing sissy ass down. In that fateful morning after, Danny felt this perverted compulsion to steal female clothing, something intimate belonging to a girlfriend, sister or mother. To escape very disturbing sexual urges, he ran off impulsively toward the nearest shopping mall, a favourite hangout for guys like him to meet up with the girls. Danny's roving male eyes were still very much interested in viewing the hottest of female forms - but not as sexual eye-candy anymore. Instead, it was more than a casual interest in their girly attire. He wondered if his longer hair would look cuter in some of their hair dos. This once spirited male buck in female slanted admiration of their dressy combinations of nylon pantyhose and mini-skirts, he began noticing some of the girls had boyfriends too. Danny's confused and frazzled mind was tormented again by emotional angst. He kept telling himself he wasn't gay but his heart was already beating in forbidden sexual excitement. A tormented male youth only wanting to massage some of the hard muscled, athletic guys with their erect male loins and hard rock muscles. Some of the dudes were beginning to freak out by the looks Danny was giving them, handsome young males with firm tight butt and strong warrior bodies, he became terrible aroused as he followed them inside the mall. Those teen-age packs of perky young girls and their assorted boyfriends out shopping with them that day, pampered but pretty (stuck-up) rich bitches in heat, sluts who didn't deserve the wonderful boyfriends they had. He recovered his macho male brain enough to run away from the shopping mall in another fit of resistance. A mind becoming frazzled by all those arousing but totally gay thoughts. Somehow, Danny managed to make it to the occult bookstore that very afternoon. He actually intended to hang out with 'Stone Child' and the rest of his motorcycle-riding buddies, but then he noticed Stallion Freddy reading a book in this secluded corner. Danny seldom spoke to that ultra-harsh faggot before - except to give him a bad time. But this time Danny managed to see that muscular and charming, gay stallion in a new light. Such an occult-savvy and hard-bodied handsome fellow with his magnetic but forbidden aura of exotic romance, Danny couldn't even begin to control his loins when he came curiously closer. His tormented male heart was already beating like jungle drums - all because he needed to become bonded with this really hot guy! Acting like some flirty teen-age tart telling the great stallion he'd 'really like to hang out' with him more. Danny was batting his longish eyelashes at the well-endowed vegan, food fascist and telling the man he wanted to 'learn more about natural foods' and needing his 'guidance' in order to deal with some 'addiction issues.' Danny couldn't believe he already decided on making such bold lifestyle changes, his troubled male mind wanted to rebel against the fierce pink magic - but his heart already decided on getting this really hot guy to pay attention to him. The motorcycle riding goons that Danny used to ride with certainly noticed. A younger drinking buddy of theirs making flirty eye contact with that arrogant know-it-all, vegan butch faggot. They must have felt betrayed when one of their own decided to bat now for the other team. Over the edge bikers seeing a once spirited male buck becoming emotionally bonded to such an arrogant butch faggot. The ultra-confident gay stallion certainly was amused as Danny flashed his endearing boyfriend smile and actually tired to hit on him. A most arrogant but handsome forbidden suitor who began smiling back, this magnificent hunk of exotic sexuality knowing full well another romantic victim was about to fall. Danny just stood there while the Fag-Hag calmly brushed his seemingly longer hair into this girly-styled French braid from behind. Then Danny heard her say: "Isn't he just a living DOLL for COMING OUT today? He really needs a safe house where WE can HELP HIM. Don't WE Freddy?" A Doll! Danny couldn't believe his own ears. She liked Him! Wanted him to become closer to Stallion Freddy, actually. Danny felt like he was on this alternative sexual universe or something, things like that never happened to him. How often did he and his buddy, 'Stone Child' crash some occult bookstore party and notice others there giving Stallion Freddy more than a second glance? Whatever party room that well-endowed, buff gay and amusing cover-hunk happened to be in was more animated than anywhere else. Danny's secret strong-arm lover seldom appeared in public without his entourage, his circle of adoring (mostly young, male) vegan fans. Healthy and handsome male bucks learning vegan and new-age lore together, most of them appeared to be charming, but flaming out gay and high-strung. Robust young dudes who worked for the gay stallion inside some of his thriving, new-age nutrition stores; guys actually living inside this mansion in the far suburbs; handsome dudes sporting well-toned athletic muscles, jaded romantic rivals with visions of forbidden love in their lashing longer eyes. The devoted young males in Fred Majowski's vegan tribe sneered seeing this formerly macho-minded male tart embarrass himself in front of his own homophobic biker boy posse. A romantic hopeful who used to run around with the motor-cycle gangsters becoming flirty with such a gay warrior and really wanting to know him better. Danny was surprised to see his shoes rubbing against the gay stallion's legs too naughty as other's watched. Just being around such an exotic but forbidden suitor created so much pleasure inside Danny's inexperienced male heart. The fact that this formerly homophobic male outlaw was hitting on that totally dominant muscular gay stallion certainly didn't go unnoticed. By now the biker dudes at this occult bookstore party began calling Danny cruel names like 'fairy' and 'faggot.' The rest of the guys he grew up with in the old neighbourhood began turning against him in disgust. It was unsettling to hear solid long-time friends and drinking buddies yelling 'faggot' at him, it was about then Danny realized he didn't exactly fit in among his old crowd anymore. "A harsh Fag like you better not be comin' around to party with the boyZ!" Blondie boy beaked off to him in front of his strong-arm biker posse. It was merely another angry, drunken outburst but Danny was just about crushed hearing it. His closest of male friends were all abandoning him - Thank goodness he had Fred Majowski and the Fag-Hag. The Fag-Hag gently begins stroking her mystical glowing, moon-shaped artefact and decides to show it off; her pink-lit kaleidoscope of enchantment as a solid piece of amber Druid jewellery. Blondie boy kept his own baby blues in focus on this enchanting exotic light. More than enough occult firepower to silence all the critics, the entire room falls into eerie quiet. "It belonged to a High Priestess once centuries ago, it was used in fertility rites by the ancient Celts." Danny's thoughts began to stir under her pendant's glowing exotic rays, he started to feel very calm. His eyes become utterly fascinated by the subtle tones of pink, it felt like a head rush, this delightful connection to the mythical days of yore. "This amulet of the Goddess was actually used as a symbol of authority." The Fag-Hag explained softly as a concerned grandmother. "It depicts her as protector of our motherly domain. She who creates as well as destroys." Danny begins to feel aroused against his will, his mind still in awe of this moon-shaped symbol of some ancient goddess. "The Amulet of the Goddess as Warrior hasn't been used in ages, but it's still in tune with the akashic records. The Divine Mother told me about it in a vision and she also told me where to find it You didn't know I was her chosen Emissary for the emerging New Age, did you? According to the akashic records, your birth gender should be reversed." From some class at the occult bookstore, Danny recalled something about the akashic records. Supposedly the karmic memories of our reincarnated lifetimes, this woman who did 'past life readings' told him that. In theory, anyone who was 'psychic' and 'properly trained' could 'see' the akashic records somehow. It used to sound a lot sillier to Danny before, right about now he wasn't that sure. "Sometimes love needs to be coloured outside the lines." The Fag-Hag purred to explain. "For instance, The Goddess forces only favours 'impure males' when they decide to walk upon her path and adopt a more pleasant female persona. I want you to take that path, Danny." Danny was actually elated when she also added: "You'll be moving to the clubhouse soon." The prospect of him moving into the lair of his most potent sexual fantasy lover ever stirs a teen-age heart into skipping several beats from the excitement. Sometimes, during many occult bookstore parties, Danny would find himself watching that magnificent gay, buff cover hunk with furtive eyes. Trying to drink in a glimpse of his confident smile and sense of jaded mirth, Fred Majowski's finely sculpted body; Danny's own romantic savior who always charmed and dominated his devoted posse of (mostly vegan and gay) fans. The hard-bodied gay gym rat muscle boys, those favoured youths selected to inhabit his romantic inner circle; handsome young lions who happened to be gay, robust male bucks who worked out in the gym together besides their 'excellent older mentor.' Guys sporting the most stylish haircuts and the deepest of tans; strict vegetarian fellows who must have put hours of vanity time in order to put the 'pretty' in 'boy'. Danny's own sexual fantasy love god was actually into the new-age health and nutrition scene to make a difference - and his aching boyfriend heart yearned to become a part of it. Such pinkish hopes were blossoming like a pansy in springtime when the Fag-Hag ordered him to 'erase every linkage' to his 'unruly psychopath buddies', then Danny would be free to 'meet somebody else." The most persuasive Fag-Hag wickedly added that her Freddy should easily 'charm him away' from 'unworthy male buddies' - by providing Danny with 'a little special romantic attention." "I'm pretty sure he likes you, Danny. He helped lots of troubled young males with his endearing but sensual style of caring. He's always assisting some of the younger guys with their sexual identity and addiction issues." By now Danny's heart was sighing for that special someone, captivated at the possibility of enjoying such an accomplished and much in-demand forbidden lover. Wanting to be like all the other romantic hopefuls actually, those insecure but cute lover-boys who yearned for affection inside Stallion Freddy's inner circle. Danny's inexperienced male heart only aches to belong to him now, that wickedly butch and demanding ramrod lover. His mental image of the great stallion becomes one filled with sexual excitement, this horn of Danny's romantic destiny belongs to Stallion Freddy now. Danny was so elated by such news, the prospect of it all excites his loins like nothing else could on Mother Earth. How many times did he notice Stallion Freddy during those alcoholic laden occult bookstore parties with adoring eyes? Danny's longer lashing eyes begins to feel the enchantment when the Fag-Hag puts aside her pinkish glowing Druid ornament. He also notices when Blondie boy begins to stir from his own pinkish daze The Fag-Hag begins to reach into her handbag and pulls out this exquisite pair of 2" inch heel, girly sandals. "You'll want to look nicer now that you'll be seeing other boys." She explained, "The first step on your Goddess path must actually begin with you." Danny's trembling fingers feel excited before accepting it, the Fag-Hag's delightfully handing him this single female shoe. He caresses its long tall heel and fingers the shiny leather as if it were some precious jewel. He unbuckled a few of the spaghetti straps and begins to wonder about how much his life would be changing now. "Put it on, Silly!" The Fag-Hag cheerfully has to encourage him. "You'll need to start off on the right foot if you care to step on the Goddess Path." "For Sure!" Stallion Freddy had to agree. Wickedly adding that wearing tighter spandex shorts and sleek pantyhose would make Danny's sweet firm behind look 'especially hot!" Then, with an affectionate (but strong-arm butch) !!!SLAP!!! on Danny's soft ass, this persuasive gay stallion ordered him to wear his 'new uniform' for the 'team.' Danny thought about how lovely his legs would look in sleek nylons and shorts without feeling vain. Just about then, Blondie boy begins to awaken from his own pinkish spell, looking at Danny and everybody else as a bear might coming out of a cave. "No! No!" He whimpers for a moment at Danny and the Fag-Hag, this wimpy fit of disappointment and teen-age angst. Then the little blond-haired ruffian becomes emotionally enraged, saying: "NO! NO WAY!!" intensely loud. A most disturbed young male shaking his mane of long hair in this insane fit of (pinkish) denial. "GIMME THEM SHOES !!!"Blondie boy rises up to say angrily annoyed. His hands already making fists and stamping heavy boots on the floor in this frenzy of homophobic frustration. "KICK HIS ASS!!" Another bearded, strong-arm soldier of the biker posse screams as witty encouragement. "The Divine Mother will protect you, Daniele." The Fag-Hag soothes to him from behind, still spotlighting the scene with her Druid artefact and its bewitching pink light. "Nobody can hurt you now that you've chosen the Goddess path." She often jumped to his defense these days, it was through her help that Danny was able to find himself. He was certainly in awe of her witchy brand of occult firepower, it was as if his innermost mind needed to drink up her suggestions like a rain shower over dry ground. Running on pure instinct, Danny begins to retreat, kicking off his most uncomfortable Doc Marten boots. A smelly and bothersome load upon his feet, those shoes didn't feel right for him anymore on the eve of battle. Besides that, he needed more enchanting shoes if he ever hoped to walk along the Goddess Path. A satisfied moment of joy comes when his jubilant foot slides into this single girly shoe. Perky toes wiggling free while Danny stands proudly on a single elevated heel. He yearned to put his other perfect shoe on the floor and buckle down all the straps, instead he grasps the matching sandal by the heel in order to make a threatening fist. Aggressive young males about to fight over the Fag-Hag's enchanting gift of female footwear, enough mental intimidation to silence the homophobic biker crowd in the compelling pinkish light. Danny holds his ground, waving sandal and fist with determination on the face-off. A most steely eyed warrior of the Goddess standing unevenly upon this single unstrapped, elevated girly shoe. Blondie boy appeared to be losing heart on the eve of battle, probably because one of the girly sandals he so wickedly craved - was about to be used against him as a weapon! The blond-haired ruffian looks back nervously towards his macho buddies for a moment - then rushes Danny in this desperation attack. Excited hands flying to steal away the prize, trying to rip this enchanting female sandal away from Danny's clenched fist. ntense male bucks pulling opposite one another in this spirited tug-o-war over coveted female footwear. Danny begins to take control by twisting greedy fingers away one by one in order to finally secure his one perfect shoe. "THEY'RE MINE!!!" Blondie boy exclaims in this female voice of frustration when Danny finally recaptures the sandal again in his fist. Blondie boy suddenly rushes to attack Danny and push him down on the floor with excited hands. A charging and aggressive thief wanting to up-end Danny and muscle away the footwear prize he was happily standing on. Greedy hands threatening to steal away the sandal on Danny's foot, it was Blondie boy's last attempt to assert himself in front of his macho buddies. Until he was brutally smashed in the side of his face - by Danny's hard fist and solid female shoe. It was a smashing blow that sent him reeling back. Danny storms in closer in to do battle, raising sandal and fist - slapping blondie boy across his ears several times, that took the fight out of him completely. A very much subdued rogue male cowering in fear and pressed against the wall, holding his hands up silly in order to protect his pretty face. "Ow! OW!" The sandal thief begins to whine. This formerly independent minded macho youth who just couldn't resist the pinkish light of romantic reality anymore. A very much-humbled young buck shedding the last remnants of his male pride to plead his case directly to the Fag-Hag. "I only wanted to try 'em on, you know?" "Buckle down your shoes, Danny." The Fag-Hag positively cackles as an order. "You've already won - no need to get your panties in an uproar!" Danny quits his brutal one-sided attack on the Fag-Hag's command, because his macho-minded rival was already broken in battle. Had his old motorcycle riding self seen it all now - he'd have ran away in a screaming fit. But his own mind was too far-gone to ever come up with a reason why. Hadn't the High Priestess herself given him this exquisite pair of shoes and promised to help him? Danny unclenches his fist around the girly sandal he once used as a weapon, crouching down on the floor to finally buckle down the prize. When it ended, blondie boy began to cry, pulling himself into this almost fetal position on the floor and sobbing. "Can't I try 'em on?" he moans in this weepy soprano voice, crawling down besides Danny and looking pitiful. It was about the time all his former, macho party buddies began to turn on him: "Quit yer cryin' - Panty Boy!" "Wantin' to muscle another faggot outta his high heels!!!" Danny ignores the sandal thief loser, that one crawling sissy-ass down on the floor besides him. Agile fingers already busy tightening down sandal straps to the Fag-Hag's approval, so necessary for someone who was chosen for the Goddess Path. A most devoted follower of the High Priestess, standing up regal and tall - despite the emotional rain of tears falling down on those jubilant high heels of victory. Danny felt this acute inner compulsion to walk this evening, as if another cosmic force was propelling him forward. A Goddess impulse, he decided; one that the Goddess Emissary named Irene had evoked for him to obey. Earlier that day he decided to boldly rebel against his potent occult mentor, riding his motorcycle up to her front door and ask the witchy on steroids lady about her intentions. Ask what the Fag-Hag actually expected of him, did his goddess ordained mistress really want cross-dressing rivals to reside under the same roof? Inside Stallion Freddy's mansion in the far suburbs - amidst this live-in tribe of healthy young vegan males? Her wards (in the eyes of the Goddess) immersed inside this exotic but competitive, gay shark infested pool? Danny's silly ideas of macho resistance were again overturned by his feet. So, this raven-haired femme began strolling some upscale urban neighbourhood on his (fought over) girly sandals and kept on wondering what it all meant. How much everything changed after the Fag-Hag decided to rescue blondie boy from her pinkish spell of disaster - by conjuring up the exact copy of the same girly sandals he so wickedly craved! "Boys...boys!" The very much-amused High Priestess could barely contain her jaded sense of irony. "No need for good buddies to become enemies because of my pretty gift. I think it's okay when close friends enjoy the same good taste in shoes, don't you?" Blondie boy was gratefully lashing up his baby blues at the witchy-on-steroids lady he once teased as a 'Fag-Hag.' Hands trembling with desire as he accepted her gift of emotional rescue, grasping this enchanted pair of female footwear as if a lifeline. With shapely smooth nylon thighs still flexing in poetic motion, Danny's evolving femme mind was still trying to recall all the bits and pieces. Nothing complicated like subliminal messages and command phrases; instead, the Fag-Hag wanted him and his so-called best friend to 'learn new ways of being.' Little did she know (nor care) that the pinkish magic she unleashed would permanently end the criminal lives of several rogue males. A sentence without hope of returning macho for two of them, all because of her potent, pink lighted Goddess amulet and its ancient connection to the mystical akashic records. "It could have taken me ages for a closet High Priestess like me to find the proper consort for my Freddy." The Fag-Hag explained to them during home instruction: "Then I noticed you two impudent male scamps treating me rudely." She confided that Stallion Freddy, her closest of male friends was a fellow traveler of hers through many karmic lifetimes. As acting High Priestess for the emerging new age, it was revealed that her closest occult ally needed a more acceptable sexual partner in order to perform his cosmic mission. An 'old soul' known to him from a previous incarnations, often female. A romantic candidate who needed to be properly schooled in the eyes of the Goddess and destined to be rewarded at this upcoming fertility ceremony; It promised to be a most mystical and ancient rite, transforming one's birth gender, a blessing for someone to bear offspring as the Divine Mother intended. After accepting her offer of home instruction, Danny felt the last shreds of his masculine control over the situation dissolve away. Seeing blondie boy eagerly submit to his emerging feminine desires, formerly wild and macho youths becoming enchanted by both the pinkish light and their own inner hearts. Danny was certainly in awe of the feminine mystique and occult lore he discovered inside the woman's lair. His evolving femme mind was beginning to see more than the pinkish haze as he did before. It was the onset of understanding, much better than becoming enchanted by the dazzle of ancient witchcraft. Danny's tormented young heart was also feeling a bit insecure, afraid of becoming immersed way over his head - always left aside in that eternal quest for meaningful love. "Think of me as your spiritual guide and mentor, Danny." The High Priestess said often enough to reassure him. He recalled how the Fag-Hag nodded in approval at their posture before taking each guy's wrist and fastening this lovely silver bracelet. Danny could sense the bracelet was magical and was put on to ensure obedience. "Do exactly as I say or face the consequences." She warned them both. "Remember there's always another beautiful kind of boyfriend who'd gladly take your place if you little scamps mess up." The scary thing about it all was that neither of them seemed to mind dressing and acting like some teen-age girl. Curvy and adventurous cross-dressers at odds with one another over this occult-savvy gay man - bitter rivals over a very different kind of sexual partner now. Danny's mind seemed shell-shocked and unable to resist, his aching boyfriend heart already lost. He truly loved the gay stallion and would do anything in order to have him. As dutiful initiate of the Ruling Goddess, Danny was skipping along this upscale, urban sidewalk and realizing that his goddess ordained challenger had certain character flaws, Blondie boy wasn't one to plan for the future or anything. That clueless male tart was more into instant gratification, sexual adventure. It was clearly possible that such a predatory, blond-haired rival wouldn't be able to properly complete his home instruction from the High Priestess. Not likely to blossom into transformation enough to please the Ruling Goddess at his fertility ceremony. Inside the sexual fantasy area of Danny's newly formed mind a tiny seed of hope began to emerge. Maybe, just maybe he'd be able to captivate that most accomplished, occult life mate. Somehow Danny managed to find this new resolve. That was just the way it would have to be. He merely needed to find to a way to steal Stallion Freddy away from that undeserving male tart. All he needed was to figure out a way, the proper plan in order to do it. More later.......