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"You should know better, Charlie. We keep it on the level." "You didn't have me make the three hour drive here, pay for my hotel, and pay for my dinner just so we could catch up." Tiffany took a sip from her wine glass and brushed her jet-black locks out of her eyes. Her emerald eyes glowed like the edge of a knife. The candles lighting the Italian restaurant were barely enough to light each booth, but it worked well in giving each patron a sense of privacy. She scooted around the wrap-around booth until she was right beside Charlie. She rested her hands on Charlie and flashed him a wide smile. "We both know that isn't true. I am just as good at our line of work as you are," she said. Charlie had forgotten just how thick her southern accent had become during her time at UGA. Her U's were drawn out and she threw "Bless your heart" into conversations more than any reasonable person should. "Well, bless your heart, darlin'," he laughed. She slapped his hand and giggled along with him. "You have a car and more free time than I do. You know you're welcome to come on my jobs with me." "I've been busy over here, honey. Runnin' a sorority ain't exactly a cake walk." She finished off her glass of wine and poured herself another. Here we go again, Charlie thought. Tiffany had been trying to sleep with me ever since those rumors went around about my...techniques. She was going at the liquid courage angle hard, but usually you wanted the other person to be drunk. Not yourself. "Fair enough, but that doesn't explain what you need me for." She finished another sip and patted her lips. They were crimson red tonight. Her dress showed a lot of leg and left her nylon-clad legs in full view. She knew Charlie was a leg man. That was dirty. "You remember my brother?" "Yes." "Well," she slurred. "Ever since momma passed away, its just been me and him. You know how daddy is. Always off on business. Well, let's just say I came into some money, but I have to share it with this little shit." "Are you fucking serious? You brought me up here to deal with taking money from your brother?" "No... I am just reallocating that money to his college fund. He's an asshole." "He's sixteen. All sixteen year olds are assholes." "Regardless," she continued. "I want him to change. I want you to do what you do to get him ready for Rush in the fall." "This is ridiculous." "You are the one that told Casey you wanted a challenge. Well...here it is!" It would have been easier to say no. So easy. But he didn't want that anymore. Charlie remembered the promise he made to himself. Things would be different this time. He needed excitement! And it would be quite the challenge, he thought. Only two months to fem a sixteen year old into an eighteen year old. Not the easiest task in the world. "I'll do it." Tiffany gave a woo that attracted more attention than Charlie cared to have on him. A sloppy kiss followed as she dragged her lips across his face, knocking over half the table in the process. "I don't want to talk to a career counselor!" "Too bad! Dad left me in charge and I say you have to!" Adam took a sip form his mountain dew and went back to playing Destiny. "Fuck you Tiffany. You're such a bitch." "You're going to regret that one!" He heard her stomp off in her heels as she left his cave in the basement. "What a cunt," he said over his microphone. "What did she do this time?" his friend, Carl, reminded him. "She's always trying to get me to do shit man. It's fucked up! She's not my mom." "Fair. Woman are only good when they listen and serve you. Not much else. You should still apologize though. That was pretty harsh." "Yeah, you're right man. I'll go apologize before she gets too pissed." "Don't make any major decisions while angry." "No, fuck him. I tried the nice approach. Do it. Just fucking do what you do." "You know there's no going---" "I'm well aware." Tiffany hung up on the phone and continued her audition for "Stomp" as she moved around the house. Charlie would be here soon. I shouldn't have hung up on Charlie, she thought. He's been good to the sorority and me. She couldn't worry about that now. This was going to be a new day for her family and her sorority. Tiffany double and then triple checked her texts from her father. He said he wouldn't be home from traveling for the next two months. Very convenient but sometimes life works out that way so just roll with it. The door opened sometime later. Tiffany had been too focused on her pacing to keep track. Charlie entered with his signature smile on his face. Damn, he's handsome, she thought. He was wearing his business causal attire as always and it was form fitting. That man carries himself well, she admired. He had a suitcase with him that he placed at the doorway. He was greeted by hands wrapping around his neck and a kiss on the cheek from Tiffany. At least she's accurate this time, he thought. "Thanks for coming so soon," she said. "I'll show you to your room." She double-checked her looks in the mirror as discreetly as she could as she led them through the house. It was a large, ornate house. It was out in the country and had a lot of acreage to play on. The house wasn't anything to scoff at either. It had a massive first floor with at least six rooms in addition to the living and dining room. "We also have the basement where Adam sets himself up and the two lofts" she said. They went up the flight of stairs to the loft overlooking the pool outside and the living room. It was a simple room. A bed, tv, and a desk. Charlie didn't need much. He was always working anyways. "Thanks, good lookin'." He gave her a kiss on the cheek as he set the suitcase on the bed and began to pull out clothes. Tiffany left him to it as she blushed like a schoolgirl. She made her way down from the loft and found Adam standing in the kitchen digging out another Mountain Dew. "Hey, Tiff. I just wanted to---" "Save it. If you want to make it up to me, my friend Charlie will be staying here for a few weeks. He's also the career counselor I was telling you about so talk to him this evening." She stormed off in usual fashion. Why deal with problems when you can just sweep them under the rug? He thought It certainly wouldn't hurt. Neither Adam nor Carl had any idea where they were going for college. Adam at least had options. Carl lived with his mom and she was a poor drunk. He didn't have a lot of options besides getting good grades. Fine, he thought. If it will get her off my balls. He went back downstairs and the evening passed much as it usually did. Mountain Dew and video games. Doritos occasionally, but he reserved that for special occasions. At least it was until something delicious wafted itself into the cave. "I gotta go man. Something delicious is happening upstairs." "Catch you later." He dragged himself upstairs. His body was running slow today. The lack of actual food probably had nothing to do with it. His body followed the smell with anticipation. Lemon, cilantro, possibly basil and tomato lingered in the house. Actual food!! He turned the corner into the kitchen to find a well-dressed man dropping two plates of food off at the kitchen table. "Oh...hey man..." The man looked up and flashed a smile. "This must be Adam," he said. He set the plates down and gave Adam a handshake. This will be easy, Charlie thought. Adam was short with scraggly brunette hair. He couldn't be more than 5'6". He would be quite the knock-out once Charlie fixed his body. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Charlie, Tiffany's friend." "Nice to meet you man. Whatever the hell you've got cookin' smells delicious." "Thanks! It's lemon pepper chicken with a rice medley. I made you a plate. You're sister is out for the night." Adam didn't need to be told twice. He thanked Charlie and ignored him as he devoured his chicken. He finished his whole plate before Charlie even took one bite. "Damn, that was good," he said. "I do what I can." "Did your sister tell you why I was in town?" "Nah" he said. He stood up to stretch out. All that food was sitting heavy in his stomach. "Come on, let's go to the den." They walked into the den where the lights were set to low settings and candles were burning. Damn, that was some good food. It's sitting heavy, Adam thought. He paid no attention to the unusual setting or to the fact that Charlie didn't eat any food. "Lie down on the couch there for me." Sure, he thought. I could stand to lie down. "There you go. Now, Tiffany told me you were in need of some guidance." "Ah, man" Adam said. He tried to sit up, but Charlie rested his hand on his shoulder. What's this dude's fucking problem? He thought. "I'm not here to bust your balls. You are sixteen. Who the hell knows what they want to do when they are sixteen." "Thank you!" he cheered. "That's what I've been trying to tell her!" "She means well. I told her I'll do one session with you and then we can be done with it. Cooperate, and I'll buy you a six pack." That was enough to soothe his unease. Adam lay back down. "So, what do you do?" "I'm a cognitive therapist. I'm here to make sure you make successful choices. We all want to make sure you're the best you, you can be." Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue crystal on a chain. He dangled it in front of Adam's eyes and swung it from side to side. "Now, just watch and count back from ten...." Adam sat and drank his water while he played Destiny. It was important to stay hydrated. Kept you healthy and it kept you looking good. Charlie had taught him that one. The first session hadn't been bad at all so Adam had agreed to spend the past three evenings in therapy. Charlie had taught him some cool stuff. He didn't always remember the sessions, but damn was Charlie good. I mean dang, he thought. It's not good to swear. His characters death dragged him out of his train of thought. "Oh fiddlesticks!" he screamed over his mic. "You alright man?" Carl asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said in-between sips of water. "You haven't been cursing a lot lately. I mean, it's a good thing, but just...why?" "I'm just trying to be more positive man! Get off my balls!" "Alright man, Jesus." "I'll talk to you later." He threw his headset off and stormed upstairs. Why is everyone been giving me shi---crap recently? Charlie is the only one that will listen. Charlie was in the kitchen cooking dinner again. It was a salad today. Charlie didn't even make one for himself. "Thank goodness for you" he said as he helped himself. "I've been trying to do what you told me to do, but my friend was giving me grief. I was actually coming up here for a Mountain Dew." Charlie sat and smiled. "Good thing I was here," he laughed. "You've been doing well. I'm proud of you. Maybe it's time to step it up." He let Adam finish his salad and they both entered the den. Dang, whatever sauce he uses on this salad is doing work on me, he thought. He lay on the couch and instantly entered a trance as soon as the usual routine began. "Now, we've been focusing on ways to mentally cheer you up and motivate you, but they have all been psychological and habitual. Let's try some physical...." Carl and Adam finished the first lap around the mall. Carl had gotten Adam to indulge in a Monster for old time's sake. It was worth it though. They both hadn't been out to the Mall of Georgia in a long time. They used to come here every weekend and be mall rats. The two shaggy haired boys hit the usual spots on the route: comic shop, Gamestop, Hot Topic. "I don't know why you always want to go in here," Carl said. "Hot Topic is for emo and goth kids.." "They have some good music. Calm down. You won't get cooties, I promise." Adam was enjoying the cool breeze circulating the store, if was being honest. He didn't want to admit it though. He was wearing baggy pants today and the breeze was traveling up his legs. His newly shaved legs. He had no idea why. He had just gotten up and decided to shave his legs this morning. He was half-way done when the first leg when he realized what he was doing. Obviously, he couldn't leave it unshaved so he finished up. The sensation gave him goosebumps whenever the breeze hit him. It was nice. The jeans, for some reason, were bothering him. They felt rough against his flesh. It was driving him crazy. He couldn't get it out of his head. "So, how's that Charlie guy?" Carl asked as they made their way to the food court. "Charlie? Charlie's great!" he almost cheered. "He makes the best food man, and he is always cool to chat with. I'll take living with him over my sister." "She's not that bad. That's cool though. He sounds like a nice enough guy." They both approached the counter for McDonalds, the lunch of champions. "I'll take the chicken nugget combo with a coke," Carl ordered. After looking the menu over, Adam decided on a salad with water to drink. "Water? You know they have Mountain Dew right?" "I know, but Charlie said it is important for my health and body to stay hydrated." "Did he tell you to get a salad as well?" "No," he paused. "Well, he makes great salads at home, and I really like them. You'd love them too man. It's important to eat your greens." The last phrase made him a little dizzy for some reason. He was getting d?j? vu like he had heard it before. He recovered with a warm smile as his meal was given to him. "That's kind of weird. Why is he getting you to change your diet?" "He's not making me change anything, dude. He's a career counselor and he is helping me make the choices I want to make!" "Christ, fine. It's still weird man." The rest of the day went fairly routine and Carl dropped Adam off at his house around eight. Just in time for dinner. The house smelled wonderful again. "Kale salad tonight!" Charlie smiled as he entered. Adam didn't even wait to respond. He went straight for the food. Charlie set two pills down with his water. Adam raised questioning eyes up from his salad. "These are vitamins. I know you've been big on the healthy eating kick so I thought you'd like to give these a try." "What are they?" "It's got electrolytes. It's what plants crave. You'll love it" he smiled. That didn't sound right to Adam, but he didn't know enough about plants to dispute him. Charlie's confident smile disarmed any unease Adam had. "OK! Sounds great!" "So how was your day?" "It was cool. I went out with Carl to the mall. Nothing too crazy...." He hesitated for a moment. Charlie had been at this long enough to pick up on it, though. "What's up?" "It's just...I shaved my legs this morning. I don't know why." "What do you mean? You told me you wanted to." "What?" Adam asked. He would never say that. That's crazy. "That's what you told me during your therapy session. You said you'd love to have smooth legs to help with your confidence.." "I didn't...did I really?" He sat in silence and downed his pills while he finished his salad. I wouldn't do that. That's what girls do, he thought. There's no way. "Come on," Charlie said as he finished. "Let's go talk it out.." Adam laid down on the couch. He was feeling a little more ditzy than usual. Those vitamins packed quite a punch. As soon as the crystal gleamed in his face, his mind entered his usual relaxed state. "How are you feeling?" "Great..." he said. He was on cloud nine. "How did shaving your legs feel?" "Wonderful...." "That was a great idea you came up with." "I didn't come up with it." "Of course you did. You're a smart guy, right?" "Yeah...." "Shaving your legs feels wonderful. You said that. So it was a smart idea." "Sure..." "Smart guys make smart ideas. Confident ideas." "Yeah... "What was your idea?" "I wanted to shave my legs. I remember now. It made me confident" he said with a smile. "Wearing jeans felt bad though." "That's good. Glad we could clear that up. Let's see what we can do to fix the jeans problem...." "Sounds good man. I'll be on later." Adam set his headset down and turned off the TV. He sat up and dragged his ankle socks across the carpet as he moved upstairs. They matched his pink sweatpants. He had bought them a few weeks ago when he went out with Charlie. He just felt the urge. It was strange, but Charlie told him it was perfectly normal. Charlie had been out of town for the past few days, but that had been meeting regularly up until then. He had really helped Adam. He was thankful to have him around. He walked with his shoulders back and took short, quick steps now. He kept his elbows by his side and made sure to swish his hips as he walked. It was a sign of confidence. He went upstairs and turned on the water in his bathtub. He undid his hair and brushed it out. It had been getting long so he kept it in a ponytail most days. He soaked in the water with some lavender bubbles. Adam loved the tingle as he rubbed his fingers up and down his smooth legs. After a generous amount of time, Adam dried off and put his hair up while he dried off. He sat down at the vanity and began to apply make-up. He had trimmed his eyebrows to give a sleeker look. The panties were next. He made sure to tuck his cock. He thought that would be a good idea. At least he thought it was his idea. I can't remember anything anymore! He thought. I'll have to tell Charlie about that. Navy blue tights came after as he delicately rolled them up his legs. A sensuous smile slipped across his lips as the sensation from the silk on his skin hit him. He loved swishing his legs together as he walked. Always made him feel good. He finished off with a navy blue dress decorated with strawberries on it and matching red flats. His hair was brushed and slapped into a ponytail and he went on his way downstairs. He straightened up the house while he waited. Carl was coming over to hang out. He was excited for him to see him all dressed up. He was going to be so jealous of his confidence! "What the hell is going on?" "What?" Adam asked as he ushered Carl inside. "You're dressed up like a woman!" "No, I'm not. I'm dressed for success." His eyes glazed over briefly and a warm sensation flowed over his body at those words. It was that d?j? vu feeling again. "Yes, you are! You're wearing a dress! You have make-up on man!" "So! What's the big deal?" "You are the most misogynistic asshole I know. So, I know you know what you're doing is not you." "You've been acting weird ever since that Charlie guy came here." "Don't you bad mouth Charlie. Charlie is wonderful and the best!" Adam stormed off and went to the kitchen. He couldn't handle this right now. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Why couldn't his friend just be supportive? He was being so mean. Adam grabbed a drink and as he left the kitchen, he noticed the vitamins that Charlie used to make him relax. That's an idea, he thought. He slipped one into each of their drinks and brought it out and gave it to Carl. "I'm sorry I stormed off," he said. He handed him his drink. "I can't believe this. I'm sorry to be so rude or if I upset you." They both took sips from their drinks. "I'm going to go fix my make-up. I'll be in the basement. Come down when you relax." Adam swished off. Carl just stood there with his hands on his hips and wide eyes. His best friend, who regularly called people faggots, was dressed like a woman. Not very well, mind you. His face looked like it was done by a clown and he was as flat as a board. That wasn't the concerning part. The Adam I know would never pull something like this, he thought. What has changed? He still acts the same. He hasn't been hanging out with anyone strange... Charlie! Carl jumped with excitement. That was it! This guy had to be doing something to Adam. But what? How did he cause this? Carl didn't have an answer for that one. He knew how to find out though. There is no way this guy is smarter than me, Carl thought as he made his way to the guest bedroom. He has to have left some clues here. Some evidence I can show to Tiffany. The guest bedroom was empty. A large blue bedroom with a Queen mattress and a tv. That was about it. The only thing else was the closet. He opened the door and found a lone duffle bag. It rattled as Carl picked it up. Inside he found it was filled with nothing but discs in cases. A lot of them. An obscene amount of discs. No one had any need for this many discs. They all had crazy titles written in sharpie right on top. "If you got it, flaunt it." "Bad Girls Do It Well." "On Ventura, There She Goes." "Stella Was A Diver and She was Always Down." "Ms. New Booty." Were these song titles or off brand pornos? What the hell is this? There were at least a hundred. No order to them. No real connection between them. Just random. One caught Carl's eye. "Friday, I'm in Love." Carl hated The Cure. He hated the emo and goth girls associated with them and the way they looked. Always so trashy. He never voiced these opinions, because he's not an asshole. It was just an irrational thing. It didn't have anything to do with his homecoming date giving head to one of the goth kids during the dance. No way the two were related. It peeked his interest though. He didn't know why. He took another sip from his drink. He was feeling lightheaded. Bubbly was the best way to describe it. Fuck it, he laughed. Let's see what we have here. He slipped the dvd in and turned the tv on. He stretched out on the bed and kicked off his shoes and relaxed... Short shorts were the choice for the day. Adam strutted around his house with his pink knee high socks and mid riff shirt. He was feeling sexy today. He liked that. Being sexy was as confident as it got. It took a real man to be comfortable with himself. He tied his light brown hair into a bun as he made his way across the empty house. It wasn't too long now, but he needed to go to a salon. It was a mess! I can't go outside with hair like this anymore, he thought. Charlie had said he knew a good salon in the area. He was going to take Adam out for a day adventure. He was going to be home soon to help him get ready. Charlie always had the best fashion sense. He went to his vanity and went to work on his make-up. He was getting better. He found subtly was his friend for most occasions. Sometimes, luscious red lips made their way in, but he liked pink better anyways. Satisfied with his look, Adam went and lounged by the pool while he read Cosmo and waited on Charlie. The sun warmed his porcelain skin as he lounged on his stomach with his feet up behind him. He took a deep breath and sighed as Carl entered his mind. It had been two days since he had stormed off. Adam hadn't heard him leave, but he assumed he had left soon after there argument. He sat up and made his way back around the house. He was too restless to keep sitting. As he walked past Charlie's room he heard a noise coming from inside. Charlie's been away for about a week now. No one should be home, he thought. He peeked open the door to find quite the confusing sight. Carl sat mindlessly staring at the TV. He looked terrible. A series of bright lights flashed in weird, entrancing patterns and a soft voice was speaking. Adam walked over and turned it off. It was making him feel strange. DVDS were littered all over the floor and a duffle bag filled to the brim with discs sat beside it. Jesus Christ, he thought. He looks likes a husk. Worn eyes and sagging posture were just the beginning of it. He blinked his eyes and reclined backwards onto the bed and promptly fell asleep. Adam rushed over to make sure he was ok. His chest rose and collapsed and he began to snore. Adam touched his hand to his head. It was clammy. He dragged Carl to the top of the bed and slid him under the sheets. It was harder than it should have been. Adam had been feeling weak recently. He hadn't been able to lift as much as he used to. He went to the floor and looked at the DVDS on the ground. Six of them were on the ground. He threw the duffle bag into the closet and took the DVDS back to his room. As he made his way back across the house, he heard the front door open. "Adam? Ready to go, bud?" "Just a minute, Charlie!" he called. He rushed over to his bedroom and hid the DVDS under his sheets. He couldn't let Charlie know about Carl going through his things. Adam quickly made his way downstairs and greeted Charlie with an over the top hug. To distract him, of course. Not for any other reason. We're just friends, he thought. I'm not interested in guys. Even strong, rugged ones like Charlie... He shook off that train of thought. "Good to see you Charlie! Ready to get me ready?" he smiled. "Of course!" he smiled right back. He grabbed Charlie hand and walked him up to his bedroom where they proceeded to have a fashion montage. "Are you always this difficult?" Charlie laughed. "I have to look good if I'm getting my hair done!" "And your nails. Just put on a nice summer dress and some flats and let's go!" He decided on a modest summer dress with a floral pattern on it. Some flats to finish it off and the two were out the door. Charlie opened his door for him. He blushed as he sat and slid his legs into the car after him. What a gentleman, he thought. He will make some girl happy someday. They cruised for a quite some time as they rolled down the Atlanta Highway. "Where on Earth are you taking me, Charlie?" "My salon." He turned and gave a puzzled look from under his sun glasses. "You own a salon?" "I own several. We are going to the one in a northern suburb in Atlanta. It is reserved for more...special services." "No way you own a salon." He gave a laugh as he dodged between cars and made his way through traffic. "Why is that?" "It's just not you." "How so?" "It just seems...kind of.. you know..." Adam was digging himself into a hole. He didn't want to say it. He knew that's what the old him would think. He had been doing so good recently at thinking confidently. He just couldn't get rid of that nagging voice though. It screamed at him sometimes. He could hear it saying things about how we was dressing and mean things about Charlie. "Kind of what?" "Fruity?" He clinched up in fear immediately after he said. Charlie's going to turn this car around, he thought. I've pissed him off. I just know it. Why did I say that?! He closed his eyes and waited for Charlie to roar in outrage but all he got was a chuckle. "Fruity? Not that there is anything wrong with it, but no. It doesn't make me fruity. I like to make people feel good about themselves. This was one way I could make it happen." "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.." "It's all good," he smiled. He briefly turned towards Adam and grabbed his hand and held it. ""You'll see when we get there." The car got hot all of a sudden. Adam's cheeks resembled a cherry as he lowered his head. So embarrassing! Keep it together! He thought. He sat on cloud nine as the car kept rolling down the highway. Carl wandered aimlessly to his car. He had no idea what time it was. His mind sat empty as he got in the car and made his way towards the mall. His mind lay bare as he followed some unknown urging. The house had been empty when he got up but he hadn't been paying attention anyways. Something was wrong with him. _______________________________________________________________________ They eventually approached a hill in the heart of the city with a large spa surrounded behind a sea of trees. Private. You would only notice it if you knew it was there. Adam's mind still raced at the excitement from Charlie grabbing his hand. He didn't know what he was feeling. He shouldn't feel this way about another man holding his hand. Even a strong, handsome one like Charlie. Stop that, he thought. "Hey there!" Adam snapped out of it as he looked up and saw a dainty looking woman before him. "I'm Quendra! I'll be your guide for the evening.." Adam looked around to see Charlie standing close behind him. "You're in excellent hands," he smiled. "You won't even recognize yourself when this is all through." Charlie's confidence reassured Adam. Also, the perky Quendra's enthusiasm was hard to quell. "Let's bring out the new you!" Adam could hardly keep up as Quendra skipped and pulled him by the arm. Jesus. This place looks like it was designed by Apple, he thought. He wasn't wrong. His flats smacked against chrome tiles that matched the walls and fluorescent lighting that alternated between warm and cold lights to simulate natural light. Very trendy. Quendra approached a door at the end of the hall. It had a card reader on it. She slid the card that hung of her belt and led Adam inside. This room was a complete shift in aesthetics. Pink. So much pink. It was a modestly sized room. A single salon chair sat in the middle with a large helmet and visor at the top. An array of women's clothes, all extremely effeminate, sat on a rack to the side with an unnecessarily large selection of shoes beneath them. A pink, fluffy love seat sat in the corner. "Have a seat, my dear." Adam shuffled his legs towards the chair as he took in the room. What's going on here? This isn't any salon I've ever seen before. I love those shoes though! He thought. He laid back in the chair and it automatically reclined with him in it. He felt Quendra slide his flats off his legs. His heart raced in his chest as the helmet slid in place over his head. His chest tightened as he felt panic set in. This doesn't feel like a salon, he thought. A voice screamed in his head as he tried to fight his anxiety. He was about to voice his opinion when a puff of gas seeped from the helmet. His body became goo as every last thought in his head went away. "Bye, bye Adam" Quendra laughed. Carl finished changing in the mall bathroom. He was running on autopilot. He didn't know how he had ended up at the mall. Everything went in out. He faintly remembered buying a black wig with blue highlights. That didn't sound right though. Why did he need a wig? He definitely didn't need the black skirt and blue top to match. The blue leopard print tights and ankle boots seemed excessive as well. At least the nail polish matched. He couldn't have bought all that. He must have seen it somewhere. He stumbled out of the bathroom stall and saw a girl wearing the exact same outfit in the mirror. That must have been it. She had smoky eyes and a young face. Her eyebrows were trimmed and on point. That must have been where he saw all that! "Ugh..hey miss...ugh...can..I help..ugh..you?" He turned quickly and brushed his hair out of his face. All of the sudden he was in a store. Hot Topic? Why the hell would I be here? He thought. He turned to see an eccentric looking nerd standing awkwardly beside him. As soon as he made eye contact with Carl, he looked down. None of these weirdos have any social skills, he thought. "No thanks!" Carl cheered with a bright smile. "Just browsing!" "Oh,ok," he said and shuffled off. What was that about? Carl hadn't been able to stop himself from smiling. Something crazy is going on. I've gotta get out of here. Carl turned to go to the exit. But then he heard it. The guitar riff started and the drums followed as he felt his mind tingle and an electric sensation run through his body. Carl's consciousness sank into a deep abyss as his eyes flashed like he was having a seizure. The speaker's played spurted out the music as the subliminal commands took control. "I don't care if Monday's blue..." He stood mindlessly as his mind began to erase itself. "Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too." His body stood like a statue as his eyes reopened. "Thursday I don't care about you." "Miss... are you ok?" His body mindlessly turned as he looked for the first person he could see. His eyes focused and regained their liveliness as the first person he saw was the awkward sale's clerk. "It's Friday, I'm in Love." The evening had been a whirlwind. April hadn't seen Charlie for a good four months. The last time she had seen him, he had taken her to a salon. She had never been more relaxed in her entire life. She was well loved by all of her friends. She was getting good grades. Since then, she had been getting ready for college. Her sister Tiffany had helped enroll her in school. For some strange reason, she thought she was only 16, but Tiffany reminded her she was a sexy 18-year-old girl on the prowl. I'm such a ditz sometimes! Charlie had more than made up for it though. It was Halloween. Charlie had escorted her to a fraternity party on campus. Her and Tiffany were in the Tri Delta sorority so she did her best to be social. She loved flirting with those boys. Teasing mostly. Charlie was the only man for her. She had her arm wrapped around his as she strutted and wiggled her ass for everyone to see. She was dressed as a cheetah with ears, dress and heels matching and dark stockings to show off her smooth legs. "What would you like to do now?" Charlie asked. She had thought he had more to drink than her, but you would never know it looking at the guy. "I think," she slurred. "We should go back to my room. You're in for a treat." She stood up on her toes and gave a sloppy kiss. She kisses the same as her sister when she's drunk, he laughed to himself. He cracked a genuine smile. Not the fake one he put on to put people at ease. His job had been completed without any real problems. He was missing a few CDs from his bag, but other than that it had been a piece of cake. They'd show up eventually. What's the worst that could have happened? Tonight's the night, she thought. Courtney eyed Thomas from across the room as she licked her lips and gave him a wink. She went back to conditioning shelves. He had helped her get a job at Hot Topic soon after they had started dating. He was her world and she loved being with him 24/7. He was a bit shy, but she was going to change all that tonight. It was Halloween so the store was closing. She was going to get both of their cherries popped tonight. She knew what her man liked. She was rocking a Misfits shirt with torn up knee-high black tights and flats short shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. Only a few more minutes until the store closed. Charlie sat on the bed as the bathroom door opened and the epitome to femininity walked towards him on stocking clad legs. She was only 5'4". Adam had been a little bit taller but the hormone treatment shut him down right in the middle of puberty. The subliminal lessons she had learned from the salon commanded her to walk with a slow and sultry pace as she walked towards her man. She was telling herself these thoughts were her own. They were wholly original thoughts to her. The way she had braided her hair for the evening, the way she talked and laughed at unfunny jokes. The cheetah print bra and panties she was wearing along with her smooth and sensuous legs. The stockings were the icing on the cake that was her body. Courtney closed the gate to the store as she turned around and looked at Thomas with hungry eyes. She had made sure to cover up the cameras. Like a hungry wolf, she slipped her shirt off to reveal her modestly sized breasts as she strutted towards Thomas. She slipped her heels off and gave him an impassioned kiss as she slid her hand down his jeans and found his rock hard cock waiting for her. She had done the prep work. She was going to ride him tonight. Almost as if in a trance, April kneeled down in front of Charlie and slid his pants off. She looked up and gave a coy smile. She paused for a moment when she turned her eyes towards his cock. Nothing could have prepared her for the size of that. It was like a baby's arm. That wasn't what distracted her though. Her mind raced with images of cocks and the feeling of pleasure conditioned into her raced through her body. She needed that inside of her. She couldn't fight it. Something deep inside of her tried to stop, but it was no use. She needed the warm cum to flow down her throat. She worked licked the tip of his cock and, like a diver, she went down. "Oh, fuck me Thomas! Harder!" she softly cried. Mall security was still on duty so she couldn't be too loud. Thomas laid on the floor as Courtney bobbed slowly up and down his cock. His thick cock went deep into her asshole. She had been wearing a buttplug to prepare, but nothing could have made her ready for this sensation. She became a slave to the sensations. Her only concern was pleasing her man as she heard him pant awkwardly, but otherwise remain silent. "That's so good babe," She bent down to kiss him and went back to riding. "You're such a stud. Give it to me harder." She forced her way further down onto him as she rubbed her hands onto his chest. _______________________________________________________________________ Charlie grabbed her hair and signaled. It was time. She readied herself as she sucked harder and harder. She moved her head up and down. Faster... Faster....faster! It hit the back of her throat and silenced any part of Adam still left in her. The conditioning was complete. She slowly slid her mouth off the cock. Cum sat glazed on her lips and chin. Her eyes sat blankly as she sat submissively on her knees. "You're a good girl, April." "Yes..." she whispered to herself. "I'm April." "You are a sexy girl who lives to please." "Yes..."she smiled. "I live to please." She pushed the cock harder and harder into herself. She could feel her 'clit' getting harder and harder as Thomas came closer to climaxing. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. He erupted deep inside her like only a sex-deprived virgin can. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as her mind and body became fully bonded to Thomas. She lived to serve no one else. Thomas was her master. Courtney was his obedient puppet. Charlie made his way out of Athens. He made sure to avoid Tiffany on his way out. He already had another job back in Buckhead. He had gotten his challenge but he couldn't help but feel like he had left a few loose ends.