SOMETHING SCARY PART II

It had been two weeks since I’d given Grant the body suit and “costume” that changed him into the new, more strict Gary. Now, he liked to smoke cigars and was more a southern redneck with a thick mustache and deep voice, but nobody in the office seemed to notice the change. It was like it had always been this way and, even though Gary was more strict than Grant, he was also really good at taking care of me and then there was the fucking. Jesus, Gary knew how to use that huge new cock of his and when the shop owner told me the it was a SPECIAL costume shop, I never knew EXACTLY what they meant until Grant changed. He was my Daddy now, and he knew how to take care of me. I honestly never expected to love my job so much and didn’t feel like it could get any better … until Gary asked me to come in on a Saturday.

I stood in front of the mirror in the employee bathroom and made sure I was perfect for him. He loved my hair slicked back and I was wearing the blue tie he’d given me last week. I loved taking care of myself for Daddy. I knew he’d appreciate it and when daddy was happy, he made me even happier.

BULLLIED TO BULLY

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CHANGED DADDY

The best way to describe my dad was straight corporate douchebag and since he and my mom split, he spent most nights at the bar afterwork hitting on anything in a skirt. I couldn’t count the number of women he’d brought home, fucking them endlessly down the hall as I had to listen. He’d always give me shit because I wasn’t tapping as much ass as “the old man.” Little did he know … I was interested in a whole different kind of ass … and cock. 

Then one night he came home early and caught me watching gay porn on my computer and things got ugly fast.

FAG

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SOMETHING SCARY

Grant was an asshole. It was a reputation he enjoyed and had even worked hard to achieve. Everybody in the office hated him. He treated women like objects and everybody else like secondhand citizens. He even found great pleasure in giving me shit for being gay, even groping me once and then telling me THAT would never happen because he just wasn’t into fags. I’d been his assistant for seven months and had “broken the record” as far as surviving. All those before me had been women, all quitting after filing harassment claims that went nowhere because the company cared more about the money Grant brought in than treating people like decent human beings.

Unfortunately Grant was about to have a very bad day.

CIGAR GOD

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BECOMING CARTER EVANS - PART II

I’d been living as Carter for over two months now and enjoying every moment. Fortunately I had the real Carter waiting at home for me everyday and, with his help, I’d learned his every mannerism, perfected his style and swagger.

The most surprising thing is how much we enjoyed fucking each other. He loved playing with an identical copy of himself and I loved being played with. It was strange because I’d always considered myself straight, but the more we played around the more I found myself craving it. I wanted more, but I also found myself falling for Carter … but there’s no way there could suddenly be two Carter Samuel Evans in the world.

BECOMING CARTER EVANS

His name was Carter and he lived next door to me. When he’d first moved in I’d tried to introduce myself and do the whole “good neighbor” thing, but what I learned very quickly is that even though Carter looked like a nice guy on the outside who definitely had his shit together when it came to looks and fashion, he was a narcissistic asshole. He brought a different girl home every night, and I always heard him sweet talking them in the hall outside my door. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to be Carter and, finally made the decision that’s exactly what I was going to do.