“Dude, how ya like that Bud, man?” I asked my roommate Jarrod – or J-Rock as he’d been calling himself lately.
“Fuckin’ good stuff, dude!” he said, giving me a big thumbs up.
“You don’t want, I dunno, a cosmopolitan or some shit like that?” I asked him.
“Oh, yeth pleath!” he said, raising the pitch of his voice and affecting a lisp, “I freakin’ love cosmos!”
I chuckled. Seeing him “act gay” like this was always so fuckin’ funny – especially considering the fact that he really was one hell of a flaming fag at the beginning of the semester. I’m talkin’ all the way, showtune-singin’, tap dancin’ homo. Shit, you wouldn’t know it now. Look at him straight-up bustin’ outta his USMC workout shirt, Budweiser in hand! Fuckin’ looks great. Just like a real man ought to look.
“Shut the fuck up, man!” I said, playfully punching him in his shoulder. Given how beefy he was now, he took the hit no problem, “Just drink your Bud!”
“You ain’t gotta tell me twice, brotha’!” he said, pounding the aluminum can back and chugging its contents down like a pro, “Oh – hey, bro! Get me another one of these if your headed to the kitchen!”
Another hot transformation! I really love how different this set is. There just aren't stories like this anywhere I've found!
ReplyDeletePlus, the pick is hot as shit!
LOl i agree!
ReplyDeleteI love this series!
ReplyDeleteThe straight-to-gay TF is so abused and often trivialized, while this one is touching the theme with an original approach.
I would not like to see a blog full of gay-to-straight TFs, but in small doses they just light my spark ;)
~ Dyd