Three Faces of Life (pt.2)

Three Faces of Life (pt.1)

Again my own personality is being subjugated and thus I now have a persona far different from my own. I am a cocky street smart young man from the South. I ran away from my abusive home when I was 15 and have survived by turning tricks on the street since. The combination of my incredible good looks, charm, soft Southern drawl, and sexual prowess make me highly sought after. I can command a very high price for my services. It doesn’t matter to me if I have a John or a Jane as long as I get paid. Oh please let this end before I have to….

My place is located in the fashionable west side of town. Since I don’t bring business home with me my neighbors know nothing of what I do for a living. To them I am just a well-off young man. I need to check my answering service to find out if I have any messages. Of course there will be messages. Everybody wants me. First I need to finish getting cleaned up and dressed. I head for the bathroom. And while I know from my memories that I look good, I am not prepared for what I face in the mirror. I look much the same as last time but with an attitude – the built body, the strikingly handsome features, and, from what I can feel, the same awesome package which I now use to make my living. I know how to look sexy and I definitely know how to use that to my advantage. What if I am stuck like this permanently? I may be a great looking stud but I do not want to live as a male escort for the rest of my days. Cleaned up and refreshed. I quickly screen my messages until I come to one which requires my immediate attention.

“Rhett – this is Ben. Let’s hook up later tonight, say around 8:00. Meet me at the usual spot.” Ben is a regular who pays me handsomely. I’ll listen to the rest of the messages later. He likes the college preppy type so I’ll have to change what I’m wearing. This is what I dread but for Rhett this is business as usual.

I go to my room and get ready for the night ahead. I’ll rendezvous with Ben at a gay bar downtown and then we’ll head to his place.

The bar is busy tonight. I spot Ben on the far side of the room and make my way over. I am getting ogled as I pass through the men dancing on the floor. Ben is an older married man of about 50 with the typical wealthy businessman look. He kisses me on the cheek when I sidle up next to him. “Let’s get out of here Rhett. You’re looking so hot tonight and I can’t wait to get into you boy.”

We make our way out of the club and back to Ben’s place. I know the routine so I head to the bedroom. Once there I lie down on the bed fully clothed. Ben likes to strip me before we have sex. Rhett does this so nonchalantly – sex means absolutely nothing to him other than as a way to make a fast buck. Ben enters wearing a leather harness and nothing else. He comes to the bed and lifts me up in his arms. While I could easily overtake him if I wanted to, he prefers that I be submissive so I play my role. He undresses me starting with my coat and working his way from top to bottom. When I am finally naked we begin to copulate. I have to think of something else or I will go crazy. Why did the coat put me into the body of a male prostitute? There is no denying the feeling of arousal, even while inwardly my mind is shocked by what is happening to me. Rhett has had hundreds of Johns before but I have never slept with a man. I am going to be haunted by this night for a long time. If I ever get out of Rhett I swear I am never going to put that damn coat on again. Once he is spent he drops exhausted onto the bed and falls into a deep sleep as always. Ben never lasts too long, not much more than half an hour at most. I get up, get my clothes, and make my way to the bathroom to clean and dress. My thousand dollar fee is waiting in the normal place. I leave quietly and head home. I need a shower and a good night’s sleep.

Morning comes and I am still Rhett. I guess I should listen to the rest of my messages. If I have to live as Rhett I better get used to his life style. There is one from a new guy; something about somebody referring him to me as the best lay in town. Money is no object. Sweet - another sugar daddy to play with. This isn’t good. I am beginning to think like Rhett. I might as well eat breakfast and get cleaned up before I call him back. I start to go to the kitchen when I begin to feel dizzy. I close my eyes hoping the spinning will cease. When I open my eyes again I find myself back in my cabin, everything the same like nothing ever happened, the coat once again visible. That nightmarish experience over, I get that abominable coat off and hung in the closet as fast as I can. No way am I ever putting that cursed coat on again. I have never been so glad to be my own boring self as I am at this moment.

A few weeks go by and I still have neither looked at nor gotten rid of the coat. Maybe it is just my subconscious wish that I might get to be someone incredible again but I cannot bring myself to part with the coat. Thus far there have been no urgings from the coat. Perhaps it is only capable of a limited number of changes or it needs to recharge.

Another month goes by and I have not thought about the coat at all. The memory of Rhett still haunts me but it is becoming more like an unpleasant dream rather than something I actually lived through. I am on my way home from work when I begin to feel a strong stirring. The coat is making itself known again. I will not think about it. I refuse to give in this time.

When I arrive home the impulse to put the coat on is extremely strong. It is going to drive me crazy soon if I don’t do something. I busy myself making dinner and eating, anything but thinking about the coat. The urge is getting more powerful until at last I must give in or I really will go insane. That coat is insidious .It will not give me a moments peace until I put it on. I have no choice – I must put the damned thing on. I go to the closet and remove it. I am very tentative as I start to slip it on over my arms. I watch as it begins to change.