Some Time Later

A few months later, you are back at home. You have no job, and your parents haven't quite bothered to ask you just what went wrong yet. They never even got to the stage of meeting Rosa and Lora. When you aren't playing video games or masturbating at home, you head out to the local bar. You do so because for some reason a man named William has moved in to your families guest room, supposedly an old friend of your moms.

So you try to stay out of the house as much as possible. Since it was a college town the bar contained characters of all types, both townies and college students. The bartenders were usually somewhere in their twenties, Julia being your favorite, a blond haired woman who had a daughter very young but was slim and goofy enough to make anyone feel comfortable. There was also Tran, an older bartender. A rumor was that she has made a porn in the motels in the town back after she just graduated from high school. She was a pacific islander and her favorite things to do were to hunt and to fish.

The bar itself was owned by another Asian woman, only known as Mama. She was much older, and you couldn't help but staring at her breasts which seemed to peek out from her shit whenever she spoke to you. They reminded you of Lora's tits, though you tried to push down any memory of the mansion. That had to have been a bad dream. You wouldn't know since you cut off any context. Any time this happened you would later that night, in your room, furiously search for "asian breasts rubbing latina breasts, old woman". And then, "latina asian lesbian transwomen rubbing breasts and cocks".

You actively suppressed another desire, turn into an asian or latina woman and seduce my father as best you could, but from time to time you couldn't help sneaking onto choose your own adventure websites or caption sites and posting your fantasies, or asking AI to help you whip up a story. You would come to a fever pitch and climax as you wrote the stories, only to feel ashamed of your desires.

Every time you heard William upstairs, too, you would imagine that he had taken over for your father. You would imagine him spanking your mother, slapping her ass hard as his thick dick penetrated her. You imagined William doing the same to your father. You imagined both of your parents on their knees, jostling each other for a chance to suck his dick.
You imagined being in your mothers body, between your dad and William. You could never decide who should be inside your mouth and who should be in your pussy.

And then you suppressed it even more, drank more, and spent more time at the bar. Among the patrons you spent time with was an annoying always out of work unreliable hippie called Jed, and his friend Michelle. Michelle was tall and skinny, almost anorexic. She had once in the past been a waitress and you had thrown up on her, far before you ever knew her. She had brunette hair and cackled when she laughed. You imagined she must have been attractive in high school.

Michelle had her own friend, an obese woman named Jacklynn. Like Julia she had had children before, but in the much further past. Her laugh was boistrous and loud and she loved to sit and drink and dance with people. You wanted each of them, you wanted everyone that came in the bar.

Even the men, but you wanted to be one of the women when you had them. Even Jed, who you hated as much as you hated CJ. You would have had him: if only he had a pussy you would grab him, and make him ride a real man's throbbing member. Or maybe you would turn into Mama, and let all of the men run a train on you.

There was also Donna, a woman you'd gone to high school with. Only she'd been a few years behind you, the same age as your high school girlfriend. One night she decided she liked you and asked you on a date. The date went okay and at the end of the night she took you back to her house. She was a christian of a right-wing variety, but you enjoyed looking at her and you enjoyed looking at her tits.

"I suck," she said, when it was time to say goodnight. You didn't quite catch what she meant, so you said goodnight.

It was only later, when you were in bed, jerking off to the thought of her tits, wishing that you had been able to seal the deal that you realized she had said "I suck" in reference to what she would do. I imagined her sucking me, but the thoughts transformed and then i imagined I was her, sucking off her father -- who I did not know-- carefully running my tongue over his balls, up his shaft, letting saliva drip down it as I took it all the way in my throat then as I started to gag removed my mouth from his cock with a pop.

And when no one was looking, I would write story after story, caption after caption. And it seemed to me that they all involved a dad and a son transformed. Or women who secretly had dicks. Or some variation of something that had happened to me in the mansion.

So life went on in this hopeless way, this pattern of drinking, stopping off a the adult store and buying women's clothes with a bright red face, wearing them as I imagined Rosa or Lora or my mom or anyone for some time. Until, despite the blocks I put on my phone, CJ got in contact with me.