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College Changes a Boy - Part 2 Taylor Jordan AUTHOR's UPDATE: I'm incredibly flattered by all the compliments on Part 1. That encouragement has inspired me to write more. I intend to write several chapters, as long as there seems to be interest in the story. Part 2 appears below, and I'm nearing completion on Part 3, with more to come. One of my readers was kind enough to send me photos that could depict my characters. Thank you, Michael! I've also added a few photos that I've found. Since these photos are not my original material, I have posted them to a blog site for viewing, rather than post them directly in Fictionmania. The photos can be found at http://taystories.tumblr.com/ If you haven't read 'Part 1', I highly recommend you read that before reading this chapter. Hope you enjoy! GENERAL NOTE: All the usual disclaimers and warnings ... If you enjoy TG stories with all sorts of twisted activities, then read on. If you don't enjoy those things, or you're underage, or any of this is illegal in your world, then please move on to another site. This is a work of fiction, and is not intended to portray any real people. This story is the property of the author and may be posted at other free story sites so long as appropriate credit is given to the author. The author would appreciate being notified of a secondary posting. Friendly, constructive criticism is welcome, as are story suggestions. Harsh, nit-picking criticism is not welcome. If, for some reason, it pains you to read this story, then stop reading and keep your grumbling to yourself. The author makes no pretense of being a professional author... so let's keep this fun, mmmk?! ******** "Tay! I was wondering when you'd get here, baby bro!" the excited voice said. Taylor looked at the face, immediately recognizing it, but thinking he must be in some weird dream. His dream girl looked kinda like the big bro he idolized. But she (he?) was younger. And definitely prettier. And she was blond! And it definitely wasn't his cool, masculine voice. Taylor froze as she hugged him, not sure how to react. As he inhaled her delicate scent, he realized she must be feeling his bulging cock in the tight hug. He blushed as they finished the hug and he heard a little giggle. Taylor felt his biceps being squeezed and the excited voice saying: "Oh my god! My baby bro has been working out! Nice!" "Uhmm... Nicky? Wow dude - you look really ... different!" Taylor stepped back to get a good look at the person standing in front of him, still trying to reconcile the image with the studly brother who left home nine months ago for college in LA. Yes, it was definitely his brother, but he looked so different. Now that he's seeing him from the front, he wouldn't mistake Nick for a girl. But he definitely didn't look much like the all-American jock who had screwed his way through the entire cheerleading squad before graduating from high school last year. "Bro! You have, like, blond hair! And you look really skinny, dude. Uhmm... are you OK?" Nick couldn't help blushing: "Of course I'm OK, sill...uhmm bro! Haven't you ever seen pics of all the beautiful people in LA? All the hotties are blond there. And the correct term is THIN, not skinny!" Nick did his best to deliver the lines he'd been rehearsing for most of the 4-hour flight to Austin, knowing his family and friends would be shocked at his appearance. He wouldn't dare admit to the real reason behind his 'new look'. That would be way too embarrassing. Nick figured his best shot at survival would be to 'own it' ... claiming to be one of the cool, stylish kids at UCLA. He did his best to talk like the old Nick, but he could hardly remember how to do that. He'd been forced to practice his soft, breathy voice and girly phrasing for four months, and it was hard to change what had almost become natural to him. Taylor watch his waifish brother struggle to get another big suitcase off the baggage conveyer, not sure if he should be amused or horrified that his big bro could have so much trouble just maneuvering a suitcase. Seeing that his brother was about to crash into someone's grandmother as he wrestled with the bag, Taylor reached over to grab Nick's arm and rescue him as he pulled the bag off to the side. "Thanks bro - I kinda lost my balance." Nick couldn't help blushing again, realizing his 16 year old brother was clearly stronger than he was now. Tay was the same height now, 5'10", and Nick figured his solid athletic body must be about 150 pounds now. Nick still couldn't believe that he had dropped almost 40 pounds of muscle in just six months. His roomie, Chris, had been relentless in enforcing the diet, yoga and aerobics regimen. As they started rolling the two big designer suitcases out to the parking structure, Nick couldn't help thinking how cute his brother looked now... reaching up to run his fingers playfully through his wavy brown mop of hair, then fingering the little silver ring in his pierced ear. "You're looking really good, Tay. It's nice to see you having a little fun. That's cute!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Nick knew he was losing the battle to project that cool, studly image that seemed to be so elusive these days. "I mean... it's cool, you know. All the hottest boys on campus have pierced ears!" Nick was horrified at what just came out of his mouth, thinking to himself "OMG... did I just talk about hot boys with my little bro?? This is harder than I thought. I gotta get my shi.. stuff together. Shoot! I can't even THINK curse words anymore, thanks to Chris. I'm turning into SUCH a pussyboy!" Nick was relieved to see the men's room entrance: "Hey Tay - I need to tink...uhmm...pee. I mean, I gotta take a piss. I'll be right back." Nick saw the confused look on his little brother's face and wanted to cry as he got out of sight from Taylor. As he went into a stall to collect himself, Nick was mortified that he couldn't seem to go two sentences without sounding like a flaming fag in front of his little bro. He was still in denial that he had become a cock hungry twink over the last few months, and he certainly wasn't ready to give his friends and family any clue that he had ANY interest in boys. "Get your shi... stuff together, Nikki.. uhmm, Nick. You're a totally rad stud!" Nick's self-coaching session may have been helping a little, but he still felt so unsure of himself... trying to remember how 'Nick the stud' would have acted just six short months ago before he made the biggest mistake of his life. Just as Nick was feeling better, his iPhone belched the dreaded chime. Of course he knew from the tone that his UCLA roomie, Chris, was sending a text. As he pulled out the powder blue and pink skinned iPhone, the message simply said "Panties with 3 fingers pointing down, still". Knowing he had only two minutes to comply, Nick was grateful that he happened be in a bathroom stall. This was just one way that Chris would maintain control over Nick and keep him off balance. If Nick dared to not reply to a command, there would be hell to pay. He pulled his designer jeans down and snapped a still pic of his blue satin panties with three fingers pointing down. He quickly replied to the text message with the pic and signed it "XOXO, nikki". That two- minute episode put Nick on the verge of a panic attack. He was practically sweating as he cursed the control that Chris had over him. As Nick was in the men's room trying to shake off his 'gayness', Taylor was about to have an experience of his own. Taylor was waiting outside the bathroom entrance with the luggage when he spotted a kid walking up to him. The kid had to be like 14 or 15, and he was way too 'put together' to be a straight boy, Taylor thought. He was about 5'11" and had an athletic build for a kid that age... nice arms and chest, and a thin waist, all proudly displayed by a red skin tight t-shirt with short sleeves and a deep v neck. His bubble butt and toned thighs were encased in tight Diesel jeans with just enough revealing shredding to be legal, but just barely. Taylor wasn't the least bit interested in guys, but he couldn't help noticing that this kid had a bit of a bulge showing in his jeans. The boy's put-together look was completed by bright red leather Converse high-tops and a matching belt. His brown hair had that perfectly messed-up look, and of course he had a fine silver chain around his neck and a silver bracelet on his right wrist, a big red Swatch on his left. "Damn, if this kid's not gay, no one is!", Taylor thought to himself as the boy walked up to him confidently. "Hey dude how's it going? I'm Jason." Surprised that he actually sounded kinda 'normal', Taylor responded with a guarded "Hey I'm Taylor. Wassup?" "Well - I saw you with that kid in the blue hoody and I was just wondering. Are you guys boyfriends?" Taylor wanted to be cool, but couldn't help being shocked by the question. "Boyfriends?!? Fuck no, dude. I'm not gay. That's my brother!" "Oh cool! I figured he was probably too much younger than you to be your boyfriend, but I just wanted to be sure. He doesn't have a boyfriend, does he?", Jason asked in a hopeful tone. Taylor was still reeling from the age comment and trying to process this whole weird exchange. He was starting to wonder if he was in some kind of twilight zone. First a gay kid comes out of nowhere to talk to him. Then he says something about his college-age brother being too much YOUNGER than him to be a BOYfriend. Talking about Nick like he's totally gay, but he hasn't even MET him. As he was still trying to sort out this little mini twilight zone, he answered the kid's hopeful question with "Uhmm ... no... of course not!" "Hey dude I know you prolly think he's kinda young and you're just looking out for your lil bro, but trust me. I bet you were girl-crazy when you were in 8th grade. Well... we can be just as boy crazy. Lighten up and let your lil bro have some fun!" Nick came out of the bathroom to see Taylor with a stunned look on his face, but couldn't help noticing he was talking to this really cute kid. "OMG I totally love his outfit! Taylor has the cutest friends!", Nick thought to himself as he walked up to introduce himself in his shy, soft voice. "Hey I'm Nikki. I LOVE that outfit - totally awesome!" "Hey Nikki good to meet you. Haha... I spotted YOU from across the terminal. Those high tops are killer! And I totally love your jeans! Those are from Wet Seal, aren't they? I totally wanted some of those, but I'm a 7 and they only had up to size 5. Hey - I'm going shopping at the new mall this weekend if you wanna come along. I bet we could find tons of cute stuff!" Taylor watched this bazaar exchange unfold, too dumbstruck to admit to himself that some JUNIOR HIGH BOY was trying to pick up his STRAIGHT brother, who was a freshman in COLLEGE. Nick was flustered by the attention from this cute little hottie, admiring Jason for being so confident and in-control. Nick just loved it when a cute boy took charge! Then he realized his brother was there watching all this. "Oh fuc...fudge - I can't believe Taylor is seeing this kid trying to pick me up! We gotta get outta here!", Nick thought to himself. "Hey Jason it was cool to meet ya, but we gotta go." "Oh okay. Hey - I'm 'jaseyboi' on Facebook. Hit me up, Nikki! Bye Taylor. I promise I'll be good to your lil bro. Tell him to call me!" As they stepped into the elevator at the airport parking structure, Taylor busted out laughing. "Holy shit, dude. Was that messed up, or what? Not only did that kid think you were my LITTLE bro, he thought you were a fag! That's fucking hilarious, huh?! Dude! You're not laughing. Are you ... are you about to cry, or something?" "No! Of course I'm not gonna cry!" Nick tried to wipe his eyes discreetly. "It's just, like, so weird that everyone lately seems to think I'm just some gay junior-high kid. It's not fair! I can't believe this is happening to me." Taylor sensed the despair in Nick's shaky voice. He sounded so much like a frightened little kid, Taylor just wanted to comfort him. As Taylor put his hand on his brother's shoulder, he was surprised that Nick turned to give him a hug. But it wasn't a quick brotherly pat-on- the-back-hug. It was a tight squeeze, with Nick burying his soft cheek into his brother's neck, rubbing his hands across his back. Nick was feeling comforted for the first time in months and he didn't want to let go, but the elevator door opened. Both boys blushed as they exited the elevator, trying to avoid the glares of two high school jocks... both projecting a condescending sneer as they puffed up their letter jackets and got into the elevator. As they approached the red Jeep, Taylor beamed: "It looks good, huh Nicky? I've been waxing it every week since I got my license. Thanks for letting me use it while you're off at college. That must suck, huh... not being able to have a car on campus?" Taylor saw Nick straining to pick up the heavy suitcase: "Here, lemme get that for you, LITTLE bro." He couldn't resist a little good-natured teasing about Jason confusing their ages. Nick rolled his eyes and Taylor braced himself for the traditional punch on the arm, except this was different. "Did my big bro, the studly jock, just SLAP my arm???", Taylor asked himself in disbelief. Still trying to make sense of this in his head, Taylor pondered this whole crazy scene: "Jeez ... he's like one of those sissy fag kids we tease at school. This must be an act to mess with me. Maybe I'll turn the tables by acting all faggy later. Yeah ... that would totally mess with him!", Taylor chuckled to himself. Once the Jeep was loaded, Taylor tossed the keys to Nick, knowing he'd be eager to drive 'his baby' again. Nick had gotten the bright red Jeep Wrangler when he first got his license, and he had decked it out with floodlights, tow hooks, a winch, and all the stuff that a high school kid could dream of. It was the envy of all his teammates, so Taylor figured that Nick would be driving it constantly while he's home from college. Nick saw the keys flying through the air at him and panicked. No one threw stuff at him any more. Not the boys he hung around with these days. He nervously raised both hands and just barely caught the keys, so relieved that he didn't drop them. In his gut, though, Nick knew that it was nothing like the confident, one-handed catch he would have made a year ago. He couldn't help wondering if his days as the cool, cocky jock were gone forever. Nick drifted off into the same internal conversation that he'd have with himself at least once a day: "What the hell was I thinking ... trying to date-rape my roomie's little sister last year? I almost wish he had just called the cops and had me arrested. That would have been better than what he's doing to me." As Nick was driving, he replayed that fateful night in his head, along with all the humiliation he'd gone through over the past 6 months. There was so much going through his head, Nick hardly realized that he was already at his parents sprawling 'McMansion' in suburban Austin. "Hello - earth to Nick! Bro - are you OK? You haven't said a word for the whole drive here! We're home, dude." "Oh umm yeah. Cool, Tay." Nick got out of the Jeep and looked over at the driveway next door. He saw a kid washing a white VW Beetle convertible. The kid looked like he was about Taylor's age, 16, and he was drop-dead gorgeous! Tall, thin, long straight blond hair falling in his face... obviously going for the emo look, and pulling it off really well. His skinny black jeans were rolled up at his ankles, and he was barefoot and shirtless as he washed the car. His collection of necklaces hung down from his neck as he leaned over to scrub the front grill. "OMG he has black nail polish! I just adore cute emo boys with nail polish. That's, like, sooo awesome!", Nick thought to himself, feeling his teen hormones going into overdrive. Aiden and his family had moved in next door about 3 months ago. Taylor would have nothing to do with him, leaving no doubt that he didn't want to be associated with such an eclectic, androgynous boy. That's way Aiden almost didn't look up when he saw the Jeep pull into the neighbor's driveway. But then he did, and he saw the most adorable blond pretty boy blatantly ogling him. "Damn!", Aiden smiled to himself, "That kid has a hot little body and he's SOOO pretty! Things are looking up in the neighborhood!" Aiden gave a friendly wave and a smile, and the hottie in the powder blue hoody waved back. "Hey bro you like our new neighbor, huh? That's Jordon. Isn't she totally hot? And she's your age, too. They just moved here a few months ago. She's pretty cold to me. I guess it's cuz I'm just so much younger. But I bet YOU can get in her panties, bro! You just have to put up with her faggy little bro, Aiden. I swear, that kid looks more and more gay every time I see him. You wouldn't believe some of the shit he wears!" Nick couldn't believe it had happened again. There was a hot, athletic chick in a bikini, washing her girly little car, and he hadn't even noticed her! He had been totally focused on the boy... her hot little brother. "Man - this is so f-ed up!", Nick thought to himself. "Thank god Tay didn't realize who I was really looking at! Aww dangit ... my peenie is tingling! I hope it's not showing a bulge in these skinny jeans. That's SO gross when boy's junk is all lumpy in their jeans! I gotta get inside before someone notices!" Nick finished his friendly wave to Aiden the hottie, and Jenny, or whatever her name was. He rolled his suitcase into the open garage and headed straight for his bedroom to pull himself together. The suitcase was too heavy, of course, so he left that downstairs for Tay to carry up. "He's a doll. I'm sure he won't mind", Nick thought to himself. As he ran up the stairs, Nick was counting his blessings that his parents had to go to London unexpectedly on a business trip, so at least he wouldn't have to deal with them for a while. Hopefully, he'd be back to normal by the time they got home. He knew in the pit of his stomach there was little chance of that happening, but at least he could fantasize to help him get through the day. The bedroom looked just the same as when he left for college nine months ago... total Dallas Cowboys theme. The bedspread, rug and pillows were all full of blue and silver stars and Cowboys logos. His prize possession, a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader poster signed by nine of the cheerleaders, didn't seem all that impressive any more. His trophies and ribbons from years of high school sports competitions still filled the bookshelves like a shrine to 'Nick the studly jock'. And of course there were plenty of pictures of him in his football uniform and his baseball uniform. Nick couldn't help admiring those pics, blushing as he thought about how hot it would be to suck a cute jock like that. "My tummy feels funny, I'd better lay down for a minute." Nick muttered to himself. As Nick sat on his bed, he looked over at the cheerleader poster, the sports memorabilia, and the other posters pinned to his walls... the usual assortment of hot actresses and models that you'd find in any red-blooded high school jock's room. Then his stomach really started churning and he felt sick. He ran into the adjoining bathroom just in time for a gut-wrenching barf into the toilet. Then he remembered what Chris, his roomie, had told him before he left: "Stay away from any kind of masculine immersion, nikki. It might hurt your progress and it could even make you sick." As Nick hugged the toilet, his eyes welled up. He tried to compose himself, but the sobbing started. Again. "Why can't I go a day without crying?!", he asked himself. Nick pulled himself together after a few minutes and realized he needed some air. As he opened his bedroom door, he saw his suitcases sitting there waiting for him. "OMG my lil bro is so sweet", he thought, "I'm glad I bought that new iPod for him and cloned my music library - he's gonna love it! At least my roomie had one helpful suggestion." Nick spotted his shoulder bag on top of the luggage and panicked, fearing that he may have missed a text from Chris. He reached in and pulled out his phone for a quick look, breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn't missed anything in the 20 minutes he'd been separated from his phone. Nick reached into the bright blue shoulder bag to pull out his white Gucci sunglasses. Those were his favorite now. They just looked SO cute with his blond hair! "Tay - where are ya, baby? Baby BRO, I mean!" No answer. Then he saw the note: "Went to the park to meet the guys for some flag football. Come and meet us - all the neighborhood guys will be there." Nick felt a little queasy just reading the note. It brought back memories of the last time he'd tried to play football with some of his dorm mates. He couldn't throw more than 15 yards, and he couldn't throw any kind of spiral pass to save his life. Not only did they strip him of his usual quarterback position, they pretty much laughed him off the field. It was a disaster. Nick vowed to get back in shape so that wouldn't happen again. Definitely no football in the park for a while. "Yeah, just laying out by the pool would be good." As Nick went through the family room and out to the patio, he heard Aiden across the fence talking on his phone. Knowing the neighbors also had a pool and spa in their back yard, he couldn't help wondering if Aiden might be in a skimpy little bathing suit. "Maybe just a quick peek over the fence", he thought. As he climbed up on the brick planter and peered over the fence, Aiden happened to be looking in that direction and they instantly made eye contact. "Dangit! Busted! This is SO embarrassing," Nick thought as he blushed for what seemed like the hundredth time since he'd landed in Austin just two hours ago. "Hey! How's it going? I'm Aiden!" "OMG he sounds even cuter than he looks! He's SO yummy!", Nick thought to himself as he broke out in a big smile. "Hey Aiden. I'm Nikki. Great to meet you!" Nick cringed, realizing he was doing this out of habit now... introducing himself as 'Nikki', and even signing his name with the girly 'Nikki' spelling. It didn't help that his roomie had made him subscribe to a dozen magazines as 'Nikki Parker'. Everyone in the dorm saw him as a 'Nikki' these days, no matter how hard he tried to be 'Nick'. "Hey Nikki! I was just about to grab some lemonade and hop in the spa. You should come over!" "Oh uhmm thanks, but I haven't unpacked yet, and I can't EVEN imagine where my bathing suit is in all that luggage!" "No problem, Nikki. I have tons of suits and my buds borrow them all the time. Come on over and we'll grab one for you. I insist! Gotta welcome you back to the neighborhood!" Aiden had heard some vague mention, way back when they first moved in, of the neighbor's son being away at school in LA. He just assumed it was college, but this hottie obviously wasn't any older than he was, probably also going into his sophomore year in high school. "Oh - he must be going to one of those artsy boarding schools. He looks like a drama student or a dancer," Aiden thought to himself. Nikki couldn't help giggling and smiling. Partly because he had grown up here. This was HIS neighborhood. But mainly because Aiden was so adorable, and he seemed so eager to meet him. Nikki just LOVED the attention. He'd always had girls falling at his feet until a few months ago. It felt good to think he was popular again, even if it wasn't hot girls who were chasing him. It took Nikki all of 3 seconds to decide, then he was walking toward the gate that opened directly into the neighbor's back yard. His dad had the gate installed years ago because his family was such close friends with the prior owners of Aiden's house. Nikki never appreciated that gate so much as he did now. As Nikki walked through the gate, Aiden was positively beaming, stepping over to shake hands. But it wasn't a firm manly handshake. More of a soft, boyish handshake from a boy who seemed kind of shy and sensitive, even though he was tripping over himself to meet Nikki. Aiden looked Nikki over head to toe. "That is SUCH a cute outfit! OMG it's awesome to have someone else around here who knows how to dress! Where did you get those shiny blue high tops? I've never seen Converse in PVC. It's totally fab!" If Nikki was smiling earlier, he was glowing now. He was dreading this trip home, knowing he'd stick out like a sore thumb, but he felt totally at ease now, just like he did with the boys back in West Hollywood. "Oh I got these in WeHo. They have ALL the hottest stuff there! I must have 10 pair of totally fab shoes in my suitcase. You'll have to come over and see 'em!" "Definitely! It's a date! You'd better watch out, though. I might 'accidentally' take some home with me! Looks like we're about the same shoe size!" "Haha then I just might have to come over and raid YOUR closet!" "My door's open. ANY time, Nikki!" Aiden knew that Nikki was probably about 5'10" tall, making him almost 3 inches shorter than Aiden. But that was OK. They both were model-thin, so they'd have a great time borrowing each other's clothes. Everything except long pants, that is. But that still left plenty of possibilities to pursue one of Aiden's favorite pastimes. Aiden's gaydar had sent his teen hormones into overdrive and it took all the control he could muster to keep from planting a big ol' horny kiss on this cute lil' boy. Well ... he was only a few inches shorter than Aiden was, but he was so waifish and sweet. Aiden couldn't help thinking this kid must have a whole gaggle of hot little twinks chasing him through school. "Oh shit! I hope he's not TOO much younger than me. That would totally suck!", Aiden thought to himself. Desperate for some kind of contact, Aiden decided he'd go for it and reach for his hand to lead Nikki into the house. He didn't want to come on too strong, but he was definitely getting that 'horny gay boy' vibe, so he'd risk it. Nikki felt a momentary rush of embarrassment as he felt Aiden clasp his hand, but that soon evolved into a tingle of excitement. As he was led through the house, Nikki was struggling to understand why he was so happy. After all, he knew deep down that he wasn't gay. But his roomie had done something to make him crave attention from cute boys. And the prettier the boy was, the more Nikki wanted to please him...to hold him...to be like him. Nikki couldn't explain how he had evolved from the ultimate college stud into a boy-crazy twink. He just knew what felt good, and if he was to have any chance of keeping his sanity and getting back to normal, he had to go along with these horrid boy-crazy urges. He just hoped he could keep it hidden from his family and friends long enough to get back to his old self. Just when Nikki was starting to relax a bit, there was Aiden's big sister, Jackie or Julie or whatever her name was. "Oh god! We're holding hands, fingers interlocked like we're on a date or something. She's gonna think I'm totally gay!" Nikki looked down, blushing, so nervous he worried he would pee in his pants. "Oh hey Jordy. This is my new friend Nikki, from next door! Nikki, this is my sister Jordan, but we call her Jordy, or sometimes Joey when she's in one of her butch moods. Haha." Jordy grinned, making no effort to hide her pride at being called 'Joey' on occasion. "Hey Nikki, great to meet you. That's such a cute name for a pretty boy like you. I bet you spell it N-i-k-k-i, don't you? Nikki's face was crimson and he was so flustered, he could only nod, thinking to himself: "Oh god, how did she know that? That's SO gay! I hate that Chris makes me sign my name that way! Why am I so nervous around girls now? And what's with that 'butch' thing? Is she like a lesbo or something?" Nikki realized he'd retreated into his head again, something he did several times a day as he wrestled with this new identity of his. He knew he'd better respond, or they'd think he was a complete moron. "Hey Joey...uhmm Jordy, I mean! I'm Nikki. Oh uhmm yeah you know that. Good to meet ya, I mean." "Sheez Nikki, relax, sweetie! It's okay - I promise I don't bite. Well - not usually. Haha." Jordy felt bad for this poor kid, but wanted him to feel at home. She knew it would be great for Aiden to have another pretty boy next door and they really did look so adorable standing there holding hands. "That's a really cute outfit, Nikki. I'm glad to see you have good taste like Aiden. Looks like you kids have lots in common. Well - you guys have fun in the spa. But don't get TOO carried away. Remember - other people have to get in that water! Haha." If Nikki hadn't already been blushing, he certainly would have been after that comment. He was relieved when Aiden just giggled and led him away to his bedroom to get changed. As they entered the bedroom, Nikki was struck by the contrast with his own bedroom. Definitely no sports memorabilia or hot girl posters here! The room was tastefully decorated in tones of black and grey with deep red and purple accents. No posters ... just a few framed pics of Aiden with various friends... all looking like perfect emo models with their dark hair hanging in their face, skinny jeans, hoodies, and lots of jewelry and accessories. There was a walk-in closet that looked huge, and an attached bathroom. There seemed to be jewelry and stylish messenger bags placed around the room, but it didn't look messy. It looked like it all belonged there, like it was part of the decorating. Nikki soon realized that he felt completely at ease in this room... a stark contrast to the puking he experienced earlier in his own bedroom. "Do you like my room, Nikki? I just redecorated it a few months ago and my mom let me pick out everything on my own." "Oh yeah, Aiden. It's totally fab - I love it, hun!" Nikki cringed as the faggy words left his lips so naturally. He wasn't surprised...he always seemed to slip into some kind of 'valley girl mode' lately when he was hanging out with other boys like him. He felt much better, though, when he saw the big smile on Aiden's face. Even better when he felt the warm embrace of a friendly hug. "Aww thanks, hun. You're SO sweet! And, like, sooo cute too! OK lets get changed for the spa. Take off that cute outfit and I'll grab a swimsuit for you. *** End of Part 2 I hope you enjoyed the story! If so, encouragement is definitely appreciated. I have a very busy life outside of Fictionmania, so readers' appreciation is the primary motivator for me to set time aside to share my twisted fantasies:) If you'd like to know more about me, I've posted more background info at the 'author's biography' link. ~tay