Bruno has changed you and you are starting to remember your life with him. You're in somewhat of a daze as Bruno takes out a set of clothes, denim, leather and flnnel. These are your clothes, the flannel shirt, the worn, oil stained jeans and the leather vest you wore in the bar where you and he met.
"Here ya go, love." Bruno says as he hands you your clothes. "I'm glad you could come down here and pick me up from work."
You grunt and say, "I'm glad you could give me a massage, I've been pretty tense lately."
Bruno smiles and says, "Yeah, there weren't any students left on the schedule, so I figured I could fit you in before closing up."
You get dressed as Bruno starts locking up. Looking at yourself in the mirror as you do. You go commando and just pull up your jeans, being careful to tuck away your very precious, very large set. You love the way it makes an obsenely large bulge in the front of your pants. You buckle them up with your Harley Davidson belt with the huge silver HD symbol buckle.
You then pull on a black Harley T-shirt and your black and red plaid flannel shirt over that. Then the black leather biker vest and black leather Harley ball cap. You look at your fully bearded face, your muscular body and think about adding to your tattoo collection.
You pat the inside vest pocket and feel the cigar case there, you get the urge to have one. You take out the silver Harley cigar case, open it, and withdraw a fat cigar. You put it in your mouth, take out the lighter and Bruno says, "Not in here, Jim, it's a school, remember?"
Bruno is quite satisfied to see that the change has completely transformed you down to your memories, habits and sexual orientation. For all intents and purposes, you are Jim Paxon, Bart Paxon's black sheep fag son and Bruno's lover for the last 8 years.
"Oh, yeah," You say with an increasinly gruff sounding voice, "Forgot."
You reach for your wallet. It's chained to your belt just as it should be. You look through it, with the cigar in your meaty, hairy fingers. There's a couple of hundred in twenty dollar bills and you think about the evening ahead. Dinner with Bruno and the fun after.
"You ready, buddy?" Bruno says, standing at the door with his hand on the light switch.
"Yeah," You say, the fog clearing from your head as you fully become Jim Paxon, "Lets hop on my scoot and get some chow."
Bruno smiles, "Sounds good. How about Mable's Diner?" he says as he turns out the light.
You both head to the parking lot where your custom black, red and silver Harley awaits. Bruno is putting on his brain pan as you get on. You hate to have to wear it, but it saves you hassle and you put yours on too. Bruno hopps on in back of you, wrapping his hairy arms around you. He growls in your ear, "You're one hell of a sexy biker." You grunt in appreciation as he squeezes your cock. You clamp that fat cigar you took out earlier between your teeth and light it up. You draw in a deep lung full of the pungent smoke as you fire up your scoot.
Bruno breaths in the smoke from your cigar and smiles. "At last, my Jim has returned to me." he thinks as you peel out of the parking lot.