No, you stay

You stay just like you stayed when you first realized what was happening. Maybe this was the true you. A sissy slut sprawled on the couch after a good fucking. Your body was still throbbing all over from it, and as pissed as you were at Mathew, you missed his touch more. You just closed your eyes and relived all of it over again in your head. You heard the shower turn on and realized that he was cleaning himself off.

By the time he was done, you had almost dozed off. He came out wearing just a towel around his waist, his hard pecs and abs in clear view. Oh how you admired them. Longed to touch them. Kiss them. Feel them pressed against your back again. What was wrong with you? Were you really gay? That could not be. You had never thought like this before.

"Hey sweet cheeks," he said, slapping your ass. Your panties were still out of place, but you felt him slide them back up. He was fixing your clothes. Why did you think of them as your clothes anyway? It was all surreal. "You should clean up too. But I want you back in that outfit when you are done, you hear, Doe."