Welcome to your new home part 2
With a loud train whistle in the distance, Tim's eyes opened, head began to pound. Looked up to find himself laying on the floor next to the front door. Images and the memory of the night before came flooding back, sitting up the pain in his full ass did as well. Getting up slowly, he went into the bathroom looked at himself in the mirror, his makeup smeared, wig laying on the floor, looking like a used whore, being a so- called man made it even worse. Slowly he stripped out of his...