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Your life is a story, a narrative pieced together over time, expanding, evolving. It is the only thing that is truly yours, the very essence of what it is to be you. It is not however, your only story. Each decision that you have made throughout your life, from the most mundane, to the grandest, has taken you down a path, branching away from what could have otherwise been. This is where the full scope of your life becomes visible, for in each person there lies the potential for infinite possibilities, and in that, infinite stories. This story is Michael's story, and the decision that created it. Mike hated, resented, loved, and adored his sister Ann. It was a complicated relationship, full of contradiction born out over the years. And indeed it started years ago when Mike was just a toddler, and their home life was, to be honest, total chaos. Mike's father was a raging alcoholic, and the only time that he was not drinking, was when he was beating the living shit out of Mike's mother. When Mike was about three years old, his father came home from a night of drinking and whoring, and looking for conflict. Looking was a misnomer of sorts; the reality was he craved it, fed off of it. When Mike's mom simply asked where he had been, it was all the trigger that he needed. Mike's father beat her so badly that it could no longer be swept under the rug, hidden by sunglasses and makeup. The details were gory, and so it stood that Mike's mother spent a month in the hospital, and his father spent the next ten years in prison for attempted homicide, never to be seen by the family again. Of course Mike was too young to remember any of this, let alone enough to be shaped by it, at least as far as he was concerned. Ann however, was eight years old, and the effects of growing up in that household had a serious, permanent effect on her. As the years went by, she became emotionally unstable, volatile, and unpredictable. She could be the sweetest girl in the world one moment, and a living nightmare the next, and the triggers were always less than clear. As the years went by, her episodes became peppered with bouts of psychosis, brief but disturbing. It was those lucid moments though that Mike lived for, a glimpse of what he knew Ann could be, of what she would have been otherwise. Ann's childhood saw her involuntarily committed on numerous occasions, and medicated throughout, even if she resisted taking them. Some doctors said she was Bipolar, others said she had Borderline Personality Disorder, possibly even Schizophrenia. In the end though, the name didn't matter. What did matter is that despite being unbelievably intelligent, and indeed drop dead gorgeous, she had a very hard time making and keeping friends, had self-esteem lying somewhere in the gutter, and was always walking on that razor's edge. She did just fine getting men's attention to be sure, but as one would expect, she was always drawn to the bad boy as a desperate attempt to get her father back. And like her father did to her mother, they beat and abused her unmercifully. Her current boyfriend was Ted, a violent sociopath of a man if there ever was one. It was standard stuff, he would slap Ann around, and then tell her it would never happen again, and she would buy it. According to Ann, she feared for her very life. Of course thirty minutes later and Ann would also say that Ted was the most wonderful man alive, but that was Ann, taking her usual trip to Mars. Mike, for his part, hated Ted and fantasized about kicking the shit out of him. Not that it could happen though, Ted was a mountain of a man, a veritable Greek god carved out of marble. At one point though, he thought he got one over on Ted, and ratted him out to the cops after he witnessed Ted beat a man in a street fight, breaking his orbital socket in the process. Much to Mike's horror though, the victim hesitated going through with the trial, and Ted was only given two years of probation in a plea deal. It goes without saying that Mike has had to stay clear of Ted from that pint forward, his very life depended on it, and he knew it. Not that it was very hard to do. In fact, despite Ted and Ann dating on and off for two years, he only ever had one actual face to face interaction with him. The rest of the times, Mike would simply hide in his room, and avoided him at all cost. And that is the way it was with Ann, a troubled girl, alone in the world. The only person that was ever there, and never betrayed Ann was her little brother. Truth be told, Mike didn't even have any friends beyond Ann to speak of either. Without a male role model, he really didn't gravitate to the other boys growing up. This was coupled with the fact that he took after his mother physically. He was fairly frail and skinny, and despite his best attempts in the school gym, he was never able to bulk up. Couple that with his delicate facial features and it was a teen boy's nightmare. His health teacher tried to explain to Mike that he was simply a late bloomer, and that he might find himself to be a giant once he reached college. He knew though, that that was never going to happen. As a result, he spent his formative years teased by both the boys and girls alike, and the world knows that there is nothing crueler than the taunts of children. Instead, in an effort to project any kind of masculinity, he grew his dirty blonde hair long, learned to play the guitar, and kept a closet containing nothing but black metal t-shirts. Of course, this just had him mistaken for a moody girl by the adults in the neighborhood, but whatever. He knew he was a rebel, even if they didn't. As far as attracting the girls at school tough, well, let's just say the skinny metal head look did not help him at all, and neither did the dirty ball cap that he perpetually wore down over his eyes. Hell, he wore that ball cap so much that people would joke that he was probably bald on top, but he didn't care. It was his shield, his mask to the world. As the years went by, Mike simply became a hermit in school, blending into the wallpaper, and eventually, most people forgot that he was even there. It was all fine by him. Mike's mother, well, lets just say that she may have well been a ghost. He honestly could not even remember the last time she slept in her own bed, spending almost every night shacked up with whatever random piece of shit she found. Her current boyfriend wasn't much different than Mike's father, and he would constantly struggle to understand why she would seek guys like that out, let alone stay with them. Mike always knew that when he actually managed to have a relationship, that there was no way he would let himself be treated like that. So here they were, to damaged people clinging to each other, Mike just starting his senior year in high school, hoping to be ignored throughout, and Ann close to graduating the beauty academy, the only life path she seemed to have a handle on. Having a handle on it was a bit of an understatement. She was amazing. There is always a fine line between genius and insanity, and Ann kept a foot in both worlds at the same time. As she went through the year, she asked to practice different lessons on Mike, and not wanting to incur the wrath of her inner crazy bitch, he acquiesced. It's not like they were big deals to Mike; after all, it was a manicure here, a makeup technique there. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but it all washed off, and it was always easier than saying no. In general too, that is how he handled Ann, by never saying no. She of course got used to the idea, the dynamic of her relationship with Mike being a domineering one, but to Mike it was always the easiest route to go. This day however, Ann was a basket of nerves, and she had something she wanted of you. Her review was coming up, and she was going to need to demonstrate everything that she had learned during her entire academy session. She was agitated, on edge, and asking Mike to let her do a complete makeover on him, from head to toe. "No way..." said Mike as he shook his head, "That's going to take forever, and besides, it's embarrassing as fuck..." Ann was in no mood today as she shot back, "Seriously? After everything we have practiced, now you want to say no. You want me to fail, don't you? You want me to fail because you don't want me to be better than you!" Ann was starting her spiral, and Mike could see it coming from a mile away. "Fine, shit Ann..." Mike said as he sat at her makeup table, "Just make it fast, I have shit to do today." The whole ordeal took several hours. First she tore off Mike's ball cap, tossing it to the side. He almost felt naked without it, as Ann led him to the bathroom. Once there, Ann grabbed a pair of scissors, and began to brush out Mike's hair. "Hey!" shouted Mike as he spotted the scissors in her hand, "You can't fucking cut my hair! It'll take forever to grow back!" Ann simply dismissed him, "Wah..." she mocked, knowing that Mike wouldn't stop her, as she proceeded to cut, brush, and pull on his hair. When she was done, she wrapped a clear plastic sheet around his chest, and smeared some Vaseline along his hairline. Mikes eyes grew wide as he watched his sister grabbed a box of hair dye from the counter, tearing the top off. "Relax, I'll dye it back when we are done." she admonished, "Fuck you are such a baby!" The next hour was filled with chemical smells, multiple rinses, and the smell of burning hair against countless irons. Mike simply closed his eyes and tried to meditate himself away, not that it worked for one second. When she was done, she pulled the plastic sheet off and leaned over, pushing Mike's head back as she began to pluck at his eyebrows. "Fuck Mike." she scolded while trying to concentrate, "Do you even try to take care of yourself? The unibrow was never, ever in style..." When she declared herself satisfied, she pulled him from the toilet, dragging Mike by the hand to her bedroom and sitting him down with a shove, all the while never letting him look into a mirror. Now, it was time for makeup, as Ann pinned his hair back, and dug ferociously through her boxes and boxes of supplies. She was like a woman possessed, as pads, creams, brushes, and powders were flying at Mike's face, followed by repeated commands. "Sit still, look up, look down, pout...," Ann would say as she moved from place to place on Mike's face, sometimes frowning, other times beaming as she critiqued her work. When she was done, she stepped back. "God I'm fucking amazing..." she said, a little too full of herself. "Ok seriously, let me see..." you pleaded, wanting to know just how ridiculous you looked. "I told you, when we are done," Ann replied, shaking her head. "We aren't done?" Mike responded, confused, "What else are we doing?" Ann only smiled as she walked across the room. After attaching a necklace with a heart pendant around Mike's neck, and a pair of large silver hoop earrings, she finished off the look with a delicate silver bracelet, which had another heart charm. "Ok honestly, I know this isn't part of your review," Mike said, almost pleading. Ann simply ignored him, as she walked around, thinking. "Hmmm" she said out loud, "It needs more..." With a big grin she ran to the closet, throwing out clothes through the open door like a tornado until she had what she needed; a lacy pair of black panties, a black and white lacey bra, a tight, light brown shirt with a lace up cleavage which exposed the entire abdomen, and a short, brown tartan skirt. Mike just sat, stunned. "You are fucking kidding me...," he began before being cut off by Ann, who simply threw the clothes at her brother. "Listen," she said, "How am I supposed to know if the look is successful without seeing it in context." she said matter of factly. Mike opened his mouth, and then shut it with a shake of his head. He didn't have a reply to that, and figuring that it was happening anyway, decided to play along and get it over with. As he slipped each piece of clothing on, he was stuck by just how alien it all felt against his skin, how wrong it all was. He was also struck, although depressingly, about just how much it all fit. That fact alone was enough to damage his already non-existent ego. Mike turned to Ann, and shrugged his shoulders, as if to ask if he was done. Ann simply returned to the closet, retrieving a pair of knee high leather boots, and a cardboard box. As Mike slipped his feet into the boots, Ann opened the box, grabbed one of the contents, and grabbed Mike by the front of his shirt. Mike looked down as Ann fidgeted with this chest, slipping something cold and rubbery in each bra cup, before adjusting the bra. "Of course..." Mike thought to himself dejectedly, "Can't see if the hairstyle is right without tits, Christ..." Ann then took a brush and a little makeup and began to shade in the area of Mike's upper chest, while he starred at the ceiling impatiently. When she was done, Ann took a large step back, and beamed. She grabbed Mike by the shoulders, turning him around, and having him face the mirror. In that moment, Mike seemed disconnected from reality. In the mirror, staring back at him, was the most beautiful teen girl that he had ever seen. She was stunning, her long, wavy red hair cascading down her back, her pink glossed lips slightly parted, her eyes, wide and pleading. Three hours ago, and Mike was just another high school boy. Three hours later, and he looks like every popular hot girl he ever tried to get with. Ann just folded her arms, satisfied with herself. "See? I told you l was good! ", she boasted. "Shit, you are prettier than me!" Mike loved seeing a happy, light hearted look on Ann's face, as the two broke down in laughter. He even made a playful pose as Ann pretended to take his picture. As Mike laughed and posed however, a presence was felt that had them both frozen in their tracks. Stepping into the room was Ted. Mike turned to face him, his blood running cold as he could feel the goose bumps forming on his arms. "This is it," he thought to himself, knowing that this was where his life would end. He had taken every extreme measure to avoid coming into contact with Ted, and there he was, toe to toe with his would be killer, and dressed like a jailbait to boot. Their eyes met, Mike's frozen wide eyes, and Ted's squinting as he starred Mike down. "Hey baby..." Ted said to Ann as he glared at Mike, not breaking his stare. "Who's the chick?" Ann's eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape that didn't exist, before focusing on you, her face softening, as she sadly mouthed the word, "Sorry". "Ohhh hi baby, this is my brother's girlfriend Elise." she nervously squeaked, "She was nice enough to come over any help me study for my beautician's license." Ann stared daggers into Mike as she spoke anxiously through her teeth, "Elise, this is my boyfriend Ted..." Mike stepped nervously stepped forward, certain that this could never work, waiting for a blow to the head to end it all. After all, Ted knew Mike, hell, he hated him to the point of obsession. Mike's eyes were wide like a doe as he took a step forward and sucked in a deep breath. "P...pleased to meet you Ted, Ann has told me a lot about you..." he managed to eek out before an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Ted looked Mike over, almost studying him, before an unnerving smile came over his face. "Yeah girl, I'm pleased to meet you too." He said as he looked Mike over, "So you are dating that little fag Mike then huh? Damn, that little shit is way out of his league." Ted took a slow walk around Mike, as he stood, almost paralyzed. "Holy shit!" thought Mike, "He thinks I'm my own girlfriend!" Mike actually felt the tension in his shoulders melt away, as he celebrated in his mind, "Ha! Stupid fucker, I'm not dying today!" At that moment Ted's grin turned cold as he looked right though Mike and growled, "That little fucker snitched me out on breaking some dude's jaw. l have two years probation because of that fuck. But of course you know that don't you, bitch?" Ted then turned to Ann, "And fuck you bitch for bringing that fag's girl in here. I'll be dammed if I'm going to have you hanging around with his little skank." Mike though he was going to throw up, his knees became weak as he started to pass out, bracing himself on the side of the dresser to keep himself off the floor. It was then that he heard Ted laughing a deep belly laugh. "Ohhh fuck, you should have seen your faces, shit that is so awesome!" he bellowed, "You need to relax! Nah girl, your fine. My issue is with your man, take a breath baby!" Ted then flopped himself on Ann's bed, motioning to the pair. "Don't let me interrupt, I need my girl to graduate and make me some money!" he said, still laughing, "Get to work, I'm just watch you get this little girly all dolled up." It was at that moment he could see Ted moving his arm strangely. "Holy fuck!" Mike thought to himself, quickly looking away, "Is he rubbing his dick?" Indeed he was, at least surreptitiously, as Mike's eyes kept quickly going back to make sure that it was actually true. The next hour seemed to take forever, as Ann tried to make it still look like she was still preparing for her exam. She first hustled Mike into the bathroom, closing the door before whispering in his ear, "Listen Mike, I am very sorry, but you have to go along with this. If he even suspects, we are both dead. Hell, even if he doesn't suspect, we still have to keep on his good side." Ann gave him a smile, "Don't worry Mike, I mean...Elise its ok. In fact, Ted, has plans tonight, let's just get through the next few hours, and he is out of there." Mike nodded as Ann kissed him on the cheek, a few tears welling in his eyes. "No crying, you'll mess up your makeup!" Ann chided. "My makeup...." he thought, shaking his head, the hoop earrings bouncing off his cheek and adding to his humiliation, "Just great..." Thankfully Ted had not noticed Mike's unshaven legs, as thin as the hair was. That was not a chance Ann was willing to take again, as she handed Mike a pink razor and cream. He didn't even protest, and got right to work. When he was done, he rinsed off the remaining cream that still clung to his legs, after which Ann smeared a peach smelling body lotion over them. Mike blushed as he felt the smooth skin of his legs slip across one another like silk, the feminine odor of the body lotion filling his nose. The two, committed to being Ann and Elise at least for a bit, then reemerged into the bedroom. "It's about time!" said Ted, as he rubbed his cock through his pocket, trying to hide it, "You two making out in there or what?" Ann laughed, "No baby, just girl stuff...," as she sat Mike back down at the makeup table. Ann began putting fake acrylic nails on each of Mike's fingers, before painting each a soft shade of pink. Ted took notice, and couldn't help himself. "Yeahhh girl, that's it," he said, trying to be smooth, "I bet that little faggot boyfriend of yours will love it when you jerk him off with those. Fuck, I'll bet you'll do it tonight, right honey?" Ann shot Ted a dirty look. "Ted..." Ann scolded, "Leave the poor girl alone, it's not her fault that Mike was a pussy and tried to fuck you over!" Mike almost gasped. "Wait, what does that mean?" he thought to himself, his mind reeling. "Yeah...I guess your right baby," Ted laughed, "You're going to learn Elise, I just like to fuck with people, you're cool." Ann turned back to Mike, but he could sense a change in her demeanor. She was more serious now, and didn't seem frightened at all. But why? Mike shook it off as the two of them chatted, trying to keep up appearances. Like two girlfriends, they giggled and teased each other, making up stories about Elise's past boyfriends, talking about future shopping trips, movies and music. All the while, Ann worked on Mike's look, adding another bracelet, adjusting his makeup, and putting a light dusting of glitter over his chest and cheeks. When she was done, Ann leaned back in her chair, and turned to Ted. "Taa Daa!" she exclaimed, unveiling her creation. Ted's eyes scanned the teen girl's body, lingering over her tight, exposed abs, before scanning up over her chest, and finally settling on her full, pouting lips. That was it for Ted; he had been edging for almost two hours now, and was on the verge of cumming in his pants while watching Elise. He had convinced himself the whole time that Elise was teasing him, "Fucking little cock tease...." he thought to himself. Ann stood smiling at her work. She couldn't believe how well it all turned out. Hell, even she could only see "Elise," any trace of her brother had flat out disappeared. Ann pondered for a moment, before jumping up excitedly. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "Elise, I have the cutest outfit for you to try on! Let me run down to the laundry room and get it!" Of course, in her excitement, she forgot that she would be leaving Mike alone with Ted, and ran off, leaving Mike to glare at her with pleading eyes as she bounded out of the room. And then, silence. The room was still as Mike faced the open door, his back to Ted. He could feel him in the room however, looming behind him. Mike quickly turned to around to find Ted toe to toe with him. In that moment he had never felt so small and vulnerable in his life. Ted was easily a foot taller than he was, and about ten years older, and he made Mike's slender, waif like body seem very feminine when pressed against his own. He became immediately aware of just how solid Ted was, the muscles under his shirt feeling as hard as plate steel. Ted reached down, and grabbed Mike's hand, gripping it tightly. "Yeah girl, I knew you wanted to get a little closer." He pulled Mike's slender hand to his crotch, pressing it against his rock hard cock. "Holy Fuck!" Mike thought as he felt Ted's cock through the fabric, "How big is that fucking thing?" He wanted to pull away, to run as fast as he could, but he froze, to frightened to move, or even break eye contact. Ted, for his part, took this to mean that Elise was into it. He grinned an evil smile, his eyes burying deep into Mike's. "Fuck Elise, I figured you were a dirty little girl, but what would Mike think if he saw you rubbing my cock?" he teased. Mike tried to pull his hand away, but Ted's grip kept it right where it was. Ted then brushed Mike's hair behind his ear, his large hand lingering. "And coming onto me when my girlfriend in downstairs? Fuck girl, only a devious little slut would try something like that." he teased, before pretending to think, tapping a finger on his chin. "I'll tell you what," he said while nodding, "I won't tell Mike about any of this, and I won't even say a thing to Ann about you trying to get with her man..." Mike started to take a deep breath, until he heard the word, "Unless...." And there Mike stood, looking like a hot teen party girl, his manicured hand pressed tight against the cock of the man he hated more than any in this world. He was trapped, and the word "Unless" was hanging heavy in the air. Ted nodded, as he looked at the wide eyed girl, "Unless you do something to make it up to me, you know, for being such a little cock tease." Ted began sliding Mikes hand up and down over his cock as he went on, "I'll tell you what, I have been thinking about how to get back at Mike for what he did to me, getting me arrested and all. I was just going to beat him to death, toss him in the desert. But how awesome would it be if his precious little sweetheart sucked me off?" Ted continued to slide Mike's hand up and down over his crotch, moving it long the length of his cock as he spoke. "You do that for me, and I won't lay a hand on him." he said mater of factly, "and besides, I'm doing you a favor, you finally get to have some fun with a real man for a change!" Mike's mind was racing, a hundred different thoughts hitting his mind at once. He was trapped, with a man who wanted the real him dead, and here he was with an escape. A hideous one to be sure, but an escape none the less. The idea made him want to vomit in his mouth, but the idea of rotting in the sun wasn't any more appealing. "Three minutes in exchange for the rest of my life..." thought Mike as Ted still held him in his grip. He swallowed hard, every muscle in his body tense, as he looked up at Ted and nodded. "Holy fuck girl, I didn't think you would actually do it. God damn, I think I fucking love you..." Ted said, seeming almost shocked. He led Mike by the hand to the bed, and sat down spreading his knees. "Get in there girl!" he teased, as he pushed Mike down to his knees. "I was serious baby, you do this for me, and I'll leave Mike alone, but I have one more thing I want you to do. I love hot little sluts like you to talk dirty to me while you suck me off. You gonna do that for me princess?" Mike nodded meekly, as Ted slid his pants to the floor, his thick, rock hard cock pointed straight at Mike's pink lips. Ted shook his head at the response, and scolded Mike in an irritated tone, "What did I just say?" Mike closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and sighed before opening them back up, "Ohhh Ted baby, you cock is sooo hot, can I please be your dirty little cock sucker?". "Better," Ted replied with a smile, "Get to work, girl..." Mike steadied himself for the worst three minutes of his life. He figured the faster he got Ted off, the faster this would all be over. He thought of what he would want a girl to do to him, of all the porn videos he had watched, and got to work securing the rest of his life. "Mmmm thank you baby..." he purred, as he took a long, slow, lick along the underside of Ted's cock. When Mike got to the tip, he rolled his tongue around the head, kissing it gently, before sticking his tongue out and slapping the thick, juicy cock against it. Ted, for his part, was in heaven, rolling his hips just a little as he let out a guttural moan. Ted grunted, "Yeah bitch, tell me how bad you want me..." Mike giggled like a brain dead bimbo for effect, "Mmmm Ted baby, you know how bad I want my lips wrapped around your thick hot cock!" Mike parted his pink, glossed lips, and slid Ted inside his warm, wet mouth. Ted groaned as Mike wriggled his tongue around the shaft, the entire length slipping past his soft, pink lips. Mike gave a muffled moan as he started to slide his mouth up and down along its length, his hands gripping onto Ted's thighs for support. He could feel his stomach turn as each vein of Ted's cock moved over his lips, the sound of his slurping echoing in his ears. He felt his humiliation peak as he slipped Ted out of his mouth, and while jerking him off, looked up, moaning, "Mmm baby, you taste, like, sooo good! I fucking love being your little whore!" before plunging Ted back into his mouth. "Should be any second now..." thought Mike as he bobbed his head in Ted's lap. Ted, almost gasping for breath, panted out loud, "MMMm fuck princess, that's it, show Daddy how much you love him..." There, at that precise moment, something profound happened. It was that word, that single word, "Daddy". Once it was spoken out loud, something clicked in Mike's brain. He probably wasn't even conscious of it, but his subconscious brought him back to his absent father, and his desire, if not his need, for his father's approval. As far as his subconscious was aware, Daddy was right here, and it needed his love in return. Ted noticed a change in Mike at that very moment, his sucking becoming more passionate, more visceral. Ted rolled his eyes back as he slowly moved his hips to Mike's rhythm, "Fuck baby, you are amazing!" he panted, "Jesus Christ, you're gonna have me wanting to marry you!" Mike heard the words, but they didn't consciously resister as anything but Daddy's approval, as the rest of the world disappeared, his mind in almost a trance like state. Ted propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the hot piece of ass swallowing his cock, and said out loud what was running through his mind, "MMm yeah baby, how about I toss that bitch Ann to the side, and make you my girl? You want that baby?" Mike slid Ted out of his mouth, saliva dripping from his lips, panting, "MMMmmm Ted baby, yes! Fucking toss that cunt to the curb, make me your dirty little girl..." It was at that moment that the world crashed back into focus, the fog broke, and the reality of what was going on hit hard. In his effort to save his life, and in his subsequent, deep seeded, daddy-issue trance, Mike forgot one thing, Ann. "Are you fucking kidding me???" he could hear Ann shriek from the doorway behind Mike, before a picture frame whizzed past his left ear, smashing on the wall behind the bed. Ted jumped up, trying to get his pants up as fast as he could, "Baby, I'm sorry, she fucking came onto me!" Ted dodged another picture as he tried to do some frantic damage control, "You knew I was horny all day, and you leave me with this slut?" Mike stood there stunned as Ann flew into a violent rage, throwing everything she could get her hands on. "Ann, Ann, please..." Mike pleaded, "It wasn't like that, he forced me, he said that if I..." Ann then cut him off, letting out a scream that almost broke his eardrums, "I fucking heard you!!! I fucking heard you try and take him from me, you little whore!!" Ann stomped across the room, a woman possessed as she shrieked, "Get out bitch, get the fuck out of my house!" "Please Ann, listen to me!" Mike begged, as Ann pulled open her side table, pulling out their father's old hunting knife. Ann wheeled around, her eyes on fire as she shouted, "Get the fuck out of my house, now!!!" That was all it took, the flash of light off of the steel blade signaling all he ever needed to know. Mike had seen that look in Ann's eyes before, and it was dangerous. He headed out the door as fast as his heels would let him, stumbling into the hallway, down the steps, and out the door. As he ran down the street, he could hear Ann's screams continue, and could hear Ted's voice grow louder, and more and more angry, as the two did their psychotic dance together. Thirty minutes later and there Mike was. He was alone, walking aimlessly down the street, dressed like some trashy teen girl about to hit the club. No wallet, no phone, no real clothes, and nowhere to go. The cool night air blew across his exposed legs, as he became aware of the eerie silence hovering over the neighborhood. "Fuck" he sighed to himself, as he walked down the street to no place in particular. Maybe Ann would calm down in the morning, maybe she would realize that Mike was only trying to get out of a dangerous situation. Probably, but there was no way that was happening tonight anyway. As Mike walked down the roadway, his heels clicking against the pavement with each step, he could hear a car slowly pull up behind him. As it pulled alongside, the side window rolled down, and a voice called out from the dark interior. It was Ted. "Elise! Elise, get in.," Ted ordered as the two went slowly down the road. Mike, still fuming, snapped back. "Fuck you Ted, you've done enough!" he shouted, as he walked faster down the road. "Ok, I'm sorry, but you weren't exactly innocent back there either, now get the fuck in the car, I'm not going to follow you around all night!" Ted ordered, a small hint of pleading in his voce. "Fuck off!" Mike shouted, giving Ted the finger as he refused to even look at him, quickening his steps even more. Angrily, Ted gunned the engine, passing Mike in a roar, and cut the wheel hard to the right, cutting off the sidewalk. Exasperated and steaming mad, Ted jumped out of the car, slammed his door, walked around to the passenger side, and ripped the door open. "Elise, god damn it, get the fuck in the car, right fucking now!" he ordered, as he prevented Mike from going around him. Mike thought of all the things that he could do at that moment. He could turn around, go home and try to explain the situation to Ann again. He could run away from Ted, hide in some stranger's back yard until Ted got frustrated and gave up. In the end though, Mike wound up doing something he never even thought of as an option. He cried. Every emotion from the night's events, every repressed feeling from his past, everything, came flowing out of him. Once than dam broke, there wasn't anything on this earth that could hold back the waters. In that moment, something else unexpected occurred. Ted softened. "Nooo, nooo, don't cry..." he calmly stated as he stepped towards the sobbing girl. Ted slipped his arm around Mike's back, pulling him in, almost protectively, as Ted held Mike for a few moments. In his most vulnerable moment, if only for a fleeting moment, Mike actually felt safe. Though he didn't realize it, he instinctively clung to Ted, before being led to the open car door. For the next twenty minutes, the two sat in Ted's car, the engine off, on the side of the road. Ted, to his credit, did his best to console Mike. "Look Elise..." he softly stated, "Ann is honestly fucking crazy, just forget about her, seriously. You will be so much better off." Mike sniffed back his tears as Ted spoke, nodding his head. "And you really should break up with Mike..." Ted said as he looked stoically out of the front windshield. "You don't want to be wrapped up in that crazy family, trust me on that." Mike gave a light chuckle, as he thought of just how right Ted actually was about them. Ted then grew a little introspective, wrapped up in the moment that the two were sharing. "Listen, I know I'm an asshole, I do.," he mused, "But that bitch just seems to bring out the worst in me...I don't know." Mike was actually somewhat amazed. He had always been terrified of Ted, but in that moment he actually felt a little bad for him. Yeah, he was violent, and could be a raging asshole, but Mike could certainly understand where he was coming from. Ann was as toxic as a chemical spill, every relationship she had ever been in demonstrated that very fact. Hell, maybe if Ted had had some normal people in his life, maybe he would have turned out differently. "Anyway, it doesn't matter." Ted said, looking at Mike with a sideways grin, "I broke up with that psycho cunt, I don't need her shit anymore." Mike simply nodded one again, giving Ted a friendly smile in return. Ted looked over at Mike, gave a wink, started the engine, and put the car in gear. Mike instantly began to panic inside, aware of the reality he was now facing. Regardless of how Ted was acting, he was still a violent guy, and Mike was in his car, alone, and vulnerable. "Wait, Ann said you had plans tonight, I don't want you to miss them!" he said, pleading. "Don't worry babe," Ted said, as he pushed on the gas, "I'm not changing my plans. I am changing yours though!" Mike looked worriedly out the window as the two sped off. After a few minutes of driving down the road, and with Ted playing with the radio, they came to a stop. "Here we are babe..." he smiled as he put the car was thrown in park. Mike knew where they were, the neon signs blazing against the dark building, the lines of people snaking out the door, it was the Altar Club. The Altar club was an old gothic style church, long since shuttered, and turned into the area's premier dance club. Mike had actually been here a bunch of times, and even though it was mostly a dance club, it also held small rock concerts that he would always go to. Mike, rubbing his hands together nervously in his lap, thought about his options, and realized that there weren't many. He couldn't simply leave now, as much as he wanted to. He was all the way downtown, and it was one thing to walk his own neighborhood looking like he did, but these street? He wouldn't last ten minutes. "Ted..." Mike pleaded, "Ted, I don't have any money, and my purse and ID are back at Ann's, and besides, I'm under 21. I can't get in! Maybe you should just drive me back." Ted looked down at Mike, almost dismissively. "Nooooo..." he laughed, "You don't want to go near that bitch right now, and besides, I've got you covered." He then looked fairly proud of himself, as he puffed his chest out as he explained, "I used to bounce here, I'm like the mayor of this club. We'll definitely get you in." Ted suddenly reached over, and flipped down the sun visor, opening the mirror. "Ann has a makeup bag under the seat, you're gonna need to fix your makeup Hun" Ted said as he checked his own reflection out in the rear view. Well, for Mike, that was that, as he looked in the mirror. Ted was right, Mike's crying had run his mascara, and it was obvious. "Ugh, MY mascara." Mike though, as he rummaged through Ann's makeup bag. After a couple of minutes of concentrating, trying to remember how Ann did his makeup, he had to admit that it looked pretty good. "Fuck yeah baby, you are so going to have every guy wanting to fuck your brains out!" Ted said enthusiastically. Mike felt his stomach turn at the thought. As the pair got out of the car and started walking to the front door, Ted put his arm around Mike's waist, pulling him in tight. There were throngs of people milling about the street, some waiting to get in, some leaving, and a lot were flat out drunk. It was a party atmosphere to be sure, as the two weaved their way through the crowd, eyes turning on them as they bypassed the line. The more the other guys in line started to notice the two walking up, the more their eyes became focused on Mike, and the tighter Ted pulled him in. He had his prize, and Ted wanted everyone to be on notice of what was his. Truth be told, anybody watching the pair would have seen a very attractive girl and her intimidating boyfriend, out for a fun night like any other young couple. If they only knew the truth of the matter... True to his word, Ted got them in without any issue at all. As the two made their way to the interior, Mike's mind was blown. The bass of the music thundered and thumped in his ears, as some of the hottest girls he had ever seen were grinding on the dance floor. The bar was packed, and plenty of eyes were on him. Ted pushed the pair through the crowd to a group of very large guys sitting at the end of the bar, who all seemed very excited to see Ted. "Dude!" one of them said, "Where the fuck have you been? You too good to hang with us anymore?" Ted laughed, "You know how it is, fucking Ann busting may balls, I just couldn't get away from her." He went on excitedly, "But I kicked that fucking cunt to the curb, so I'm back!" The guys cheered, as Ted then added, "I fucking upgraded girlfriends, tired of those crazy bitches!" "Wait!" Mike thought as he started to panic, his blood running a little cold, "Does he mean me?" Before his panic could translate into some kind of action however, Ted aggressively pulled Mike in, kissing him hard, and putting on a show. Mike's head began to spin as Ted forced his tongue past his lips, his hand sliding down Mike's back, cupping his ass. Ted's friends broke into a loud cheer, giving cat calls and whistles as they took it all in. In that moment, Mike had another critical decision to make. Does he embarrass Ted, right here, in front of his friends? What the hell would happen then? Does he play along? Can he play along? His stomach was in knots, twisting and turning, but in the end, what could he do? And besides, he had already sucked Ted's cock earlier, what the hell is a kiss compared to that? He just had to string Ted along to buy some time, and then Elise could just disappear forever... Mike pressed his lips tight to Ted as their tongues wound around each other, his hand sliding to the back of Ted's neck, pulling him in as he kissed Ted passionately. Ted's friends continued their animated cheers as they watched Ted make out with his new toy, her hands sliding along his body as he gripped her ass. Mike could feel Ted's hard cock pressing against his stomach, and realized that he had to be careful. He wanted to string him along, not ramp him up. As Ted broke the kiss, he beamed triumphantly at his new conquest. Mike, for his part, smiled playfully too, his mind swept up in the party atmosphere. His head turned this way and that as the group of men inundated him with excited conversation and questions. From there the next hour was a blur, as drink after drink was slid Mike's way, each of the guys insisting that they would be insulted if she didn't drink it. To be honest, Mike was actually having a pretty good time. He never really had any friends, and now here he was, hanging out as one of the gang. It was a first of its kind to be sure. He made the decision right then and there that no matter what, he was going to enjoy tonight. He was the center of attention, and he had friends. Even if it was just for a night, and knowing there was no escaping it anyway, there was no way he was going to let it pass. After losing count of how many shots he drank, Mike was definitely starting to loosen up. He talked up a storm, and even found himself giggling every time one of the guys told a dirty joke or tried to show off for him. The more he drank, the more he let his guard down, falling deeper into his Elise persona. Mike would even playfully flirt with Ted's friends in front of him, teasing Ted a little before kissing him. Ted, enjoying it all, knew it was playful, and mocked his friends, telling them to back off before he got mad. As the group spent the evening drinking and laughing, Mike would occasionally glance out to the dance floor, watching all the hot club girls grinding to the music. Maybe it was the thundering beat, maybe it was their scantily clad and sweaty bodies moving around one another, but whatever it was, he couldn't take his eyes off of it. "Fuck..." Mike thought, "If I wasn't dressed like this, I'd be fucking one of those chicks in a heartbeat!" It wasn't true of course. He wanted them, there was no doubt about that, but there was no way any of them would give him the time of day. Mike laughed to himself. As a guy, he couldn't get laid to save his life, but as Elise, well....Elise could fuck all night long and still have a line waiting for her. Ted's friend Bill had something that he couldn't look away from as well. As a result, he kept noticing Mike drifting away from the conversation and looking out onto the dance floor. "Hey Ted," he yelled over the table, "Your girl is getting stir crazy, she wants out there! I'm hitting the floor with her!" "Go for it dude!" Ted shouted back, as he downed the rest of his drink. Before Mike knew it, he was getting pulled through the crowd, Bill leading the way, until they found a spot on the floor just big enough for two people. Bill leaned forward, yelling over the music into Mike's ear, "I figured you needed to cut loose!" Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, absolutely!" he yelled back, his voice barely audible over the thundering speakers. . It was a little awkward at first; Mike actually had always hated hip-hop, and had never even considered dancing before. He did his best to imitate the girls around him, swaying his hips, his hands in the air. Fortunately the alcohol loosened Mike up quite a bit, and in pretty short order he was moving his body pretty well, much to his shock. Bill on the other hand, could clearly not dance a single bit, but he tried his best to impress the hot girl he was dancing with. He was obviously the more awkward member of the group, and was definitely very sweet, traits that Mike immediately identified with. Sensing Bill's frustration, he stepped in, "Awww honey, its ok, I can't dance very well either! Just have fun, who cares how we look!" Bill immediately felt the stress wash away as the two bounced and danced to the beat, chatting it up like two long lost friends. After three songs, Bill was winded and getting a little sweaty, with Mike playfully laughing. "Sweetie, I think we need a break..." he said, as Bill clearly became disappointed. "Don't worry," Mike reassured him, "I'll need a dance partner for later on too!" Bills smile instantly returned as Mike took him by the hand and led him out of the crowd and back to the table. Mike gave a little wave to the group as they maneuvered for their seats and sat down next to Ted, who leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Hey baby, my boy didn't try anything funny out there, right?" Ted teased, looking at Bill. Mike laughed, "Awww Teddy, leave him alone, he was very sweet." Mike made eye contact with Bill, nodded, and gave him a wink. It was then that Mike noticed a new person sitting at the table that certainly had not been there before... This guy though seemed a little off to Mike, and certainly didn't fit in with a group of muscular, clean cut jocks. He was scrawny, unshaven; in short he was a little shady. "Hey baby," motioned Ted, trying to get his attention, "This is Gonzo, he is going to help keep the party going tonight..." Mike was going to question what that meant, when he saw Ted hand the guy a wad of cash. In return, Gonzo stuffed a pill container in Ted's hand, nodded to the group, and quickly left, disappearing into the crowd. "Ted?" Mike asked, almost naively, "What did he give you?" Ted smiled a wide grin as his friends laughed, "This, baby, is a party in a bottle!" Ted popped open the top, and places a pill in each of his friends waiting hands. He then grabs Mike's hand, and put two, clearly different pills in his palm. "Ted..." Mike stammered, "What the fuck? I can't take drugs!" Ted narrowed his eyes, and leaned in, his lips brought to Mike's ear, and whispered, "After the night we just had, we both need to relax. My friends are going to think you aren't down, and I'm not having that. It's not fucking poison, and I spent a lot of money on it, so take it and fucking chill!" It was then that Mike popped back into the reality of the moment, and remembered just how volatile Ted was. Mike quickly popped the pills into his mouth, and downed them with a shot that the waitress had literally just placed in front of Bill. "Hey!" Bill protested as Mike stole his drink. "Sorry dude..." Ted replied, "My girl's a partier, and Ecstasy and Oxys need a little whisky to keep them down!" "Shit!" Mike thought, "I guess I can add taking drugs to the list of things I didn't think I would do today..." Fast forward thirty minutes, and Mike is flying high as a kite. He was a pill virgin, barely even taking aspirin, and the effects hit him hard. He was on top of the world, every inhibition washed away, and for the first time that night, Mike disappeared. It was just Elise, buzzing like an airplane, and the guys, and Elise was ready to get crazy. Mike grabbed Ted, and practically drug him to the dance floor, giggling as they pushed their way through the crowd. He almost felt like he was floating an inch above the floor as he swayed his body to the music, the crowd around him blurring into a swirling nothing. Having watched another girl doing it earlier, Mike backed his ass onto Ted, grinding into his crotch as Ted's hands slid down Mike's body. Ted didn't waste time, griping his girl by the hips and grinding his now raging cock into her. Mike was edging on euphoria, lost in a drug fueled haze as he dry humped Ted on the dance floor for the rest of the night. By the time the club lights turned on, he was spent, panting, heaving, and horny as hell. Under any other circumstance, Mike wasn't gay, and would have been desperate for some girl, hell any girl, to get off with. Elise however, well, she was on the edge of an induced stimulation meltdown and was about to explode, taking down whoever she happed to be with. Mike practically clawed at Ted's pants, taking him by surprise. "Whoa baby, damn..." he said, watching Mike's manicured fingers fumbling with this pants zipper. Mike looked up, his glassed over eyes almost pleading, "Please baby, I want to suck you off soo bad..." Ted looked around, in shock but smiling as his friend's eyes grew wide, "Fuck yeah baby, but I have something I want you to do, will you do it for me?" Mike moaned as he still tried to fumble with the zipper, only half paying attention, "MMm yeah baby, anything you want..." Ted grabbed Mike by the hand, and made his way to the exit, almost knocking a waitress down as the couple practically ran to the door. The guys just cheered and clapped, raising their fists in triumph as the two disappeared outside. "Fucking lucky bastard." thought Bill as he sat down and went back to his drink, "She still owed me a dance...". The next twenty minutes were a drug fueled blur as the two made their way through the city streets, zipping around cars as Mike squealed with excitement at every tire screech. He had never felt so alive, so free! With the smell of burning brakes filling the air, they slammed to a stop in front of an all-night tattoo parlor, where Ted proceeded to pull a laughing Mike inside. "Jason!" yelled Ted, as he walked up to the counter, Mike's stoned eyes staring wide at everything around him. Jason and Ted talked a little business as Mike basked in his euphoria. "Right this way sugar." Jason said as he motioned him towards a chair. Mike slid his body up onto the chair and closed his eyes smiling, every neuron in his brain seeming to fire at once. "Stick your tongue out sweetie." Jason calmly said as he moved some items on the table. Mike stuck his tongue out as far as she could, giggling, "I can taste the air!" Jason just shook his head, laughing. "Good girl." he said, "Keep tasting the air, it's just a little pinch." In a few minutes it was over, and Jason stepped back from the chair. Ted stepped up to look Mike over. He just smiled, satisfied with himself, as Mike played absent mindedly played with the stud in his tongue, rolling it over his lips. He then looked down Mike's body to something else that caught his eye. Hanging from his belly button was a dangling silver heart piercing. Jason look up at Ted, "No extra charge buddy, it matched her other jewelry, and I thought she would like it.," Jason said, as Ted grinned ear to ear. He had always dated psychotic, domineering women who gave him nothing but a hard time, but here he had a girl who basically was up for anything. "Hell, even when she wasn't, it didn't take much of a fight to convince her.," he thought. Mike simply giggled, stoned and drunk as he played with his tongue stud. "Teddy baby?" he asked, his words slurring together. "Yeah?" Ted replied, still eyeing his handiwork. Mike simply lifter a limp arm off the chair, and pointed to the wall. "I want you to buy me that..." he slurred, before blacking out. Mike squinted his eyes as they fluttered open. Light was pouring through a set of cheap, broken vertical blinds, causing his head to pound. He shielded his eyes as he slowly sat up in bed, turned to the side, and held his head in his lap. He let out a loud sigh, his lips vibrating as the air rushed past them. It was a slow dawning, as he first noticed the strange blue carpeting beneath his feet, then the strange bed sheets still partially over his lap, and then the whir of an off balance ceiling fan. That is when it hit him. This wasn't his bed. Mike slowly and deliberately tried to take stock of what was going on. "What the fuck happened last night?" he thought to himself. All he remembered was swallowing the pills, having a couple more drinks, and then...nothing. While he wasn't able to remember a huge piece of the prior night, he was quickly able to figure out by the pictures in the room though, exactly who's bed he was in. It was Ted's. Mike gripped onto the sheets, pulling them up to his chin as he scanned the room. Nothing, nobody else was there. Looking down at the bed though caused Mike's heart to sink. Ted may not have been there now, but he certainly was before, the indentation in the bed next to him showed that pretty clearly. The questions came shooting fast and furiously through his mind. Did the two of them sleep in the same bed? Holy shit, did Ted fuck him last night? How was that even possible? Did he find out? Mike began feel himself spiral, before calming himself down, searching for answers. No, Ted couldn't have found out about him. The fact that Mike was still alive attested to that. On top of that, his ass didn't hurt, so he assumed that he didn't get fucked either. However, while his ass didn't hurt, his lower back was killing him, burning like it was on fire. His mouth was throbbing as well, as it felt like he bit his tongue clean off. Mike shuffled into an adjoining bathroom, pulling the bed sheets with him, as he checked himself out in the mirror. It was all a complete mess. His hair was knotted, his makeup smeared, and his clothes, which he clearly slept in, were wrinkled. Oddly enough though, he still looked pretty good, albeit in a "walk of shame" kind of way. Mike groaned though when he stuck out his tongue and saw why it had been bothering him so much. As he moved his tongue around, looking at it from every angle, the sliver barbell glinted in the light. Mike winced in a little pain, as his tongue slipped back in his mouth, causing him to notice a peculiar, almost sour taste. "Ohhh fuck," he thought to himself, the realization washing over him in waves, "I fucking sucked him off and swallowed..." Mike hung his pounding head in humiliation, gripping the edge of the sink for support. That's when he noticed the belly button piercing dangling from his body. Truth be told, on any chick this would have been very cute, if not hot. What bothered Mike was that he could instantly tell that it was hot on him as well. Looking in the mirror and twisting his body Mike noticed what was going on with his lower back. Tapped on all sides was a white, gauze bandage, placed just over his ass. Again, the questions swirled in his brain. Did he hurt himself last night? Did they go to the hospital? Mike's questions were quickly answered when he peeled the bandage back, and a streak of color met his eyes. It was a tattoo. Not just any tattoo mind you, but an unambiguous tramp stamp. Mike stood and looked in horror as he took it all in. Pink flowers and scrolling black lines made for one of the girliest tramp stamps that he had ever seen in his life. He used to jack off to porn stars who had tattoos like this, and now here he was, looking at one covering his reddened skin. He took two shaky steps back, sat on the toilet, and cried. As the tears flowed, he began to beat himself up inside. How fucking stupid was he? How could he have done all this? He could have just let Ted kill him back at his house. "Maybe I would have survived, maybe Ted would have just beaten me, but even death would be better than this... ," he thought to himself as he sobbed. Mike cried and wrestled with his psyche for twenty minutes before hearing the apartment door close with a loud click. Ted walked into the bedroom, peeked his head into the open bathroom door, and looked at Mike, fairly amused. "Damn Elise, you look like shit..." he said, pointing to the shower, "Hurry up though, I have to get ready for work." Mike closed and locked the door, stripped himself bare, and stepped into the hot water. For several minutes he simply let the water wash over his sore body, as the tears rolled down his cheeks. As Mike tried to wash the shame away, Ted proudly recounted the events of last night through the door. He talked about how Mike tried to suck him of right there on the dance floor, how they went to the tattoo parlor, even how Mike begged him to get the tattoo, which made Mike's heart sink even further. Even worse was the fact that with Ted's prompting, some of those memories were coming back to light, and they didn't do anything convince him that he was forced into any of it. As Mike squeezed a washcloth in frustration, Ted laughed. "I was looking forward to fucking the shit out of you last night, but I didn't want you fucking up that tattoo until it heals.," he boasted. "I have to admit it, you were a great cock sucker before, but with that tongue stud, fuck girl, porn stars got nothing on you!" Mike turned off the hot water and dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his body. It didn't dawn on him until after he did it, that he wrapped the towel high around his chest like a girl. He shook his head, wondering just how fucked up of a person he actually was. Ted then called through the door, "Ann has a bunch of clothes in the hamper, they're clean, don't worry. See if you can find anything. Fuck it, they're now yours." Mike sat on the toilet, and started pulling out clothing. After considering his options, he settled on a pair of skin tight, low rise jeans, and a button up black blouse with three quarter sleeves. He slid a pair of white cotton panties up his legs, and squirmed himself into the tight jeans, jumping up and down a little to get them over his ass. "Ugh" he thought to himself as he check his back side in the mirror. The sides of the panties peeked over the top of the jeans, and definitely gave off a slutty vibe. Still, it was a pair of jeans, and at least a step closer to guy's clothes in his mind. Mike slipped his bra back over his shoulders, and inserted the falsies in the cups, giving them a bounce in his hands to make sure they were even. Satisfied that everything was in place, he buttoned up the blouse, and straightened the collar. Looking over himself in the mirror, a small frown appeared over his face as he noticed how much the blouse stretched over his false breasts. It certainly drew attention to them, but at least they were covered, and that was all that was important. Oddly enough though, as he studied his face in the mirror, he still looked a lot like a girl, even without the makeup. His now feminine hair, and his arched and plucked brows were almost enough completely on their own. It actually gave him a bit of a relief, as it dawned on him in the shower that he was literally sending his disguise down the drain. All he had to do was to let Ted get into the shower without a good look, and he could grab Ann's makeup from the car. With a deep breath and a sigh, Mike unlocked the door and stepped into the bedroom, his wet hair purposefully clinging to the sides of his face. Ted looked over at him, a little irritated. "Christ Elise, did you save me any hot water?" Mike shrugged his shoulders, not making eye contact as Ted walked by, shutting the bathroom door. Mike walked over to a mirror above the dresser and looked his face over. On a small metal cart next to the dresser, he noticed several boxes of Ann's makeup, much more than was in the car, and smiled at his luck. It was the first glimmer of happiness since waking up that morning. He was pretty certain he could handle the makeup. He remembered pretty much everything that Ann had done with him over the years, and was pretty good with makeup every Halloween. "It ain't rocket science..." he thought to himself as he considered his options, Looking everything over, Mike chose to go with a smoky grey eye shadow, which he blended into a lighter gray at the crease of his lid. Doing his best to concentrate, he moved the eyeliner pencil carefully around the edges, making it thicker than Ann had done, giving him a darker, and more Goth look. After contouring his brows, and applying blush and powder, Mike elected for a dark maroon lipstick, blotting off the excess with a tissue. When he was done, he took a step back, and admired his work in the mirror. Where his face had a very teen, schoolgirl makeup before, the current look was darker, sultrier. Mike had always been a metal head in his style as a guy, and it showed itself in his feminine style as well. The blending of Mike and Elise, whether he realized it or not, was beginning. "I don't know why chicks complain about doing all this," he thought to himself as he checked for any flaws, "Not that much different than doing monster makeup every Halloween..." With that, Mike grabbed a blow drier, and dried and combed out his hair. He then looked around the dresser, grabbed a black scrunchie and pulled his hair back into a high ponytail. A few minutes later, Ted exited the shower wearing only a towel around his waist, steam pouring out of the open door, as he walked across the bedroom to Mike. Ted casually leaned down and kissed Mike on the lips, and without thinking, Mike instinctively kissed him back before pulling away. Ted laughed, "Yeah, yeah, don't mess up you lipstick...sheesh..." before giving Mike a playful pat on the ass, and dropping his towel to the floor. Mike couldn't believe how casually Ted stood there, completely naked, as he opened up the dresser drawer and rummaged for clothes. Of course, Mike considered the obvious. Why wouldn't he be comfortable, with a body chiseled out of stone, there was certainly nothing to be self-conscious of. Ted pulled out a pair of boxers from the drawer and stepped into them, pulling them up his legs, as Mike kept taking furtive peeks. In that moment, Mike would have denied any sort of sexual attraction, but he just couldn't help himself with everything just hanging out there in the open. Ted smiled as he caught Mike peeking. "Come on Elise, control yourself," he teased, "I have to get ready. Don't worry, it'll be waiting for you tonight..." Mike blushed as Ted finished getting ready, nervously primping in the mirror to distract himself. Ted grabbed his car keys from the dresser as he motioned for Mike, who was still just fidgeting with his hair. "Come on baby, you look beautiful, now let's get you home." he said as he nudged his shoulder towards the door. Home. Mike hadn't thought of that. He certainly couldn't have Ted take him to his real house, Elise didn't live there, her boyfriend did. "Hey," Ted stated as the two walked down the apartment building hallway, "Where do you live anyway? Please tell me I'm not driving you across town." Mike thought for a moment, and came up with the only thing he could think of. "The Royal Arms Apartments," he blurted out as Ted grabbed his hand. It was as good an answer as any, given that it was actually the apartment complex that his Aunt lived in. Maybe he could just stay there, and even better, since it was an apartment complex, Ted could just drop him off out front and take off. What Mike would do after that though, was anybody's guess, as he would have to make it all up as he went along. "Eh, kind of a shitty place, right?" said Ted as they climbed into his car, "Nothing but black gang-bangers and welfare queens living there." Ted looked over as Mike pulled at his seatbelt, and smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, at least it's on the way." As the two made their way down the road, Ted noticed that Mike was unusually quiet, and in fact had been the entire morning. "What's wrong baby, why the bitchy mood this morning?" he said, a hint of concern in his voice, "You feel like shit from last night?" Mike laughed sarcastically in his head. Ted was right on the money, but not for the reasons he thought. "Yeah..." Mike said, drifting off as he looked out the window at the businesses and people going by, "I just feel like shit." Ted reached into the center console and grabbed an unmarked orange pill bottle. "Here, take one of these," he said, handing Mike the bottle, "It'll help with the hangover, trust me..." Mike recognized them as some of the Oxys from the night before. "Whatever," he thought, almost defeated as he opened the bottle, "at least I'll feel better about myself..." before popping two pills in his hand and swallowing them down. Ted took notice of how quickly Mike downed the pills after having hesitated the night before, a clear signal of just how bad he must have felt. A mile down the road Ted turned sharply into a gas station, threw the car in park, and looked over at Mike. "Ok baby, seriously, let's get