Day 36: Lucas and his thoughts

When they woke the next morning, they realized that Lucas' snap decision to cut Eldwyn's dress from her body—which had been an arousing thought at the time—now meant she had nothing to wear. This meant that he'd had to retrieve an outfit for her from the tavern she was staying at, and was now on his way back. It was far too early to be out and about, he felt, but he could hardly have booted her out wearing nothing but a towel.

It was strange; he had never even considered lending her some of his own clothing, nor had she asked, or even hinted at it. It would've been too big on her, sure, but she could've worn it for the short distance between his house and Old Andrew's. No, the reason he hadn't considered it was that he thought of her as a girl now, no matter what she had been before. That also didn't stop her from wearing men's clothing, of course, but he now found the idea distasteful somehow.

He could barely remember the last time he had seen her in her male persona. It took concerted effort to see Eldrin instead of Eldwyn in his mind's eye, even when recalling the first time Lucas saw him.

She was a girl now, as far as he was concerned, and she was his. He had made her do so many wicked things: she had stripped naked outside, she had given him a blowjob in a changing booth, masturbated in a bar, taken a spanking for him... The list of perversities went on, and he found himself wanting to push her even further. The glory hole had been a good way to further her wdescent into depravity, and he decided more would be to come. It was just a matter of finding the right time and place for it...