Yes, heterosexual.

You can't quite figure out why you are having this reaction since you have been "straight" your whole life. Strangely, even tough you have apparently turned gay, you really don't have any interest in masturbating. You find that especially odd as you have jacked off every day since hitting puberty. You reach down and squeeze your tiny little robin's egg-sized balls. They feel hard as if they were dead. You also only seem to feel the pressure through your fingers, not in your balls. You begin to suspect that your balls are dead. It would certainly explain why it is that you can get an erection but don't feel like masturbating. It also might explain why everyone on TV is bare naked. Why bother covering up when sex is not a factor any more? You switch off the TV and wander over to your dresser in somewhat of a daze. Opening a drawer at random, you look inside and find it is full of nothing but ties. Looking in another drawer, you find nothing but scarves.

In every drawer you look in, you find nothing but neck-wear. You can't even find any socks or underwear. You start to wonder what kind of footwear you own if you have no socks. You quickly find out when you go to your closet and find a dozen pairs of VERY high-heeled shoes. It is at that moment that you realize that every male on TV had feet which could only be described as being designed for high heels. Your own feet seem to be perpetually stuck in a lifted position. Picking a pair at random, you slip them on and find that you are a natural in them. You walk around your bedroom for a little bit to test out just how it feels to be walking in heels. It really feels as if you have been doing this all your life. Thinking back on it, you get a nosebleed as come to realize you have two sets of memories; one from your previous life and one from this life. The blood is probably just a result of your brain trying to sort out which memories are real.

As you are remembering things, you come to realize that you REALLY REALLY need to pee. You figure you are never going to make it to the bathroom in time so you just let go where you stand. It really doesn't seem to bother you that you are peeing on the floor. Your memories seem to indicate that you always pee on the floor since you never learned to use the toilet. You get another tiny nosebleed as your brain sorts your memories about potty training, but you barely notice the blood. You walk over to your mirror again to get a better look at your body with the shoes on. You are a stunning male. You no longer think of yourself as a man since your penis is so damn small that a 6 month old would be bigger. Well, a 6 month old from your old life. Now, you suspect even infants have nothing much between their legs. You happen to glance over at a picture on your dresser. It seems something else is different about this world. Apparently you have a boyfriend.

That certainly makes sense if you are gay. Considering your reaction to the people on TV, you had suspected that you were gay and the picture definitely confirms it. The one thing you don't quite understand, though, is why he is wearing clothes. You walk over and look closer at the picture. It is dated some 10 years ago. For a moment, you can't understand how that could be as you would have been 15 at the time and the you in the picture looks to be at 20.. You look around for some form of personal identification so you can confirm your age. Seeing nothing in your bedroom, you walk out into the living-room to see if you can find your wallet. You find it in a fanny pack type of thing near the front door. You see that you are actually 35 in this world. You wonder how old your boyfriend is. You don't seem to see anything that belongs to him in your home. You guess that he must not actually live with you. As you are coming to this conclusion, you hear the phone ring.

"Hello," you say as you answer the call.

"Hey, John." He DOES sound sexy. You just still can't wrap your mind around the fact that you are dating a male. After a few moments, he takes your silence as confusion about his identity. "It's me, James."

"Y-yeah. i know, Honey. i was just thinking about something. What's up, Sweetie?" You don't really notice that you clearly spoke in the lower-case when referring to yourself.

"I was just calling to see if you are still up for that movie tonight."

"Sounds good, Master."

"Daddy will see you at 6 tonight. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," you say almost automatically.

"Good boy. I expect you to be filthy this time. You know I don't like you being clean."

"Yes, Daddy. i'll make sure i stink for you, Daddy."

"Good boy. Daddy loves you."

"i love you too, Daddy."

"Goodbye, Son."

Bye bye, Daddy."

As soon as James hangs up, you revert back to your adult self. The strange childish manner in which you spoke to him doesn't even seem to register.