The bed I was on was comfortable enough. This was just a reminder that these parts of my body were no longer mine to do with as I pleased. For tonight...would be my wedding night. For months we had planned things out. Picking out a dress, a place for the ceremony, all the things that brides do with their future husbands. But for me, it also included a regimen of hormones to complete my becoming as feminine as can be for my man. I couldn't believe how far things had come. I was a closeted. I need to get out of here, I muttered drunkenly, getting up and making my way to the door. GOODBYE ASSHOLES! I called upstairs, then left, immediately being hit by the freezing temperature. Fuck… I muttered, my vision blurring a little bit. I started walking… About ten minutes later, I was passing the forest, and I heard steps behind me. WHO THE FUCK IS STALKING ME? I called out, my inebriation obvious. Its just me, a pleasantly innocent males voice said, and I turned around, suddenly. I stood and led her down the hallway and into the now romantic bedroom. Cream silk sheets with swirling black and red Japanesedesign embroidered on it, red candles and low lighting. I led her to the bed and sat her down on it. I leaned her back and leaned over her, my legs straddling her long, lean body between them. I leaned down and whispered in her ear."Maybe," I whispered. "Maybe this will get me out of my debt to you." Maybe," she replied before I silenced her.The sudden warmth of my lips. I said I'd..." No way, Faye. The last Call of Combat release had you wearing acamoflauge bikini top, in November. You nearly started a riot. I thinkthey're still replacing the glass. I've waited too long for this one." You say that about every game," Faye said dismissively."And I mean it about every game. Besides, looks like you're headed out."Rachel was sitting in front of Bobbie, applying makeup."Jesus, your eyes are just gorgeous," Rach said, refilling theapplicator with eye shadow. A few.
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