My Evolving Transition Ch. 04 (No Turning Back)
Introduction:
After being groomed and outed publicly as faggot, I fled. While away, I tried to straighten out. What it did was clarify things. Instead of hiding my cravings, I look to thrive on them, even to urge to dress up a little girly.
The Story:
No Turning Back, hook, line, and sinker
The Greyhound bus went thru the last few towns before returning home. I was already missing Jessa and that bar. Three months had passed since I first went on my sabbatical, and I returned low on money, even more confused.
The first thing I did was say hello to my mother after I returned home. She looked at how I was dressed and then hugged me. Nothing was said, but her body language pretty much said it all.
A week had passed since I returned and the only person, I had communicated with was my mother, and Jess via email. I spent most of my time locked up in my loft, experimenting with various clothes and make-up, when not in the house with my mother. Due to my anxiety, I still didn't want to face anyone locally.
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Then one day after a month of hibernating at home, my mother asked me to go to the mall and get her some things from the arcade chemist, while she was at work. I was down to the last few headache pills that Tiffany gave me. I still had four repeats left for spironolactone, so I reluctantly agreed.
So, she left for work. I decided to test out if I could get away with going to the mall in disguise. So, wore a basketball top, tassel shorts over skin-tight yoga pants, cowboy boots, sunglasses, a puffy raincoat vest, and tied my hair in a ponytail. Before going, I looked in the mirror, to check out how I looked. I then added a black covid mask, which was the icing on the cake.
The bus stop was two blocks from my place and past a large park. While walking to it, I prayed that no one from my recent past would notice me. No one did.
It was a ten-minute wait and a twenty-minute ride to the shopping precinct.
Once, I left the bus, I casually entered the mall entrance.
Things ran smoothly until I went to the drugstore for my script. The pharmacist looked at me strangely when handing me my spironolactone and my mother's scripts. He was about to say something to me when another customer interrupted us.
I paid for my items at the counter and left. That's when I almost walked into an old-school buddy from my past and before Tiffany.
He looked at me surprised, as I was basically dressed in drag, compared to how I used to dress.
I hadn't seen Zayne, since 10
th
grade, he didn't comment on my attire. We exchanged numbers and promise to catch up soon. I then popped my medicine in my backpack and then went ahead, window shopping.
Then I waited anxiously for my bus from the mall, and back home. I was worried that more people from my past, notice me.
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The bus stopped near a public park, which wasn't that far from Zayne's place. While in disguise, I walked around the park. As the park had a reputation and not a good one. I spotted from a distance, while I walked and dressed girly, a ghost from my recent past.
Lingering by the park restrooms, along with a bunch of thugs. Tiffany.
She had her back against a large tree, in the braces of a feral-looking girl, with red and purple dreadlocks. They didn't see me, as they were too busy with each other. Neither did any of the thugs.
There were young kids with their mothers at the playground, not that far from them.
I only glanced at them briefly but saw enough. Tiffany was raised off the ground and against the tree, with her legs wrapped around her feral friend's waist. Her friend had a hand inside Tiffany's opened leather pants and fingering her cunt.
Differently today, Tiffany was changed. She never wore leather pants or denim vests. Today, she looked like a bikie chick.
I started to pick up my pace and go home, as my cock was getting hard, watching the lesbian action.
Once I was home, I unpacked my backpack and placed my mother's stuff in the kitchen, and then headed to my loft. I quickly undressed and I quickly rubbed my cock, re-imagining Tiffany with her new friend, and imagining Jess was here.
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A week had passed since I bumped into Zayne, at the mall. So, I decided to contact him and paid him a visit later that day. We once used to be close friends, that was before I hooked up with Tiffany. We soon drifted apart, so far that when I saw him in the mall, it was the first time in three years we had spoken.
Now I knew I had to forget about Tiffany and move on, even though she was still in my head.
So, off I went to Zayne's place I went. It was about a four, maybe five-block walk to his house from mine.
I remember it was a warm day, and I wore my hair in a ponytail, a tank top, board shorts, socks, jocks, a bucket hat, sunglasses, and jogging shoes.
His mother let me in, as she was leaving for work. He was pleased to see me and led me downstairs to the basement, his room.
We talked a bit of shit before watching some sports on TV. He cranked up the music and put the Xbox on. We played the "Witcher". One thing I noticed was that his taste in music had changed from when I hung out with him at school. He was right into grunge and frat rock, now he's listening to new-age R'N B garbage.
After a few beers, I decided to turn the volume down and tried to drown it out.
Zayne changed games, and now we were playing "Call of Duty".
After a few more hours of playing video games, and drinking beer, I needed to pee.
When I returned from the toilet, he was smoking from a bong, and the Xbox was off, but his DVR was on and playing porn. As I sat back down, he passed me the bong. So, we smoked weed and chilled out for a while, with porn playing in the background.
I paid little attention to it while, as we smoked from the bong and relaxed.
