You throw everything out the window, before you can think about it for too much longer. As soon as you do, you feel an almost instant sense of regret, but you tell yourself that those are just lingering sentiments from Trent's memories. Now that the temptation is gone, you'll feel like yourself in no time. You get on the computer, surfing around on the internet for a while, but it's difficult to shake what you just experienced. Maybe you don't even want to shake it.
After all, Trent's life wasn't exactly bad, by any stretch. He was probably going to go to a nice college on that athletic scholarship. He had, well, three boyfriends, or whatever the four of them wanted to call each other, though you're pretty sure that all of those strange sexual fantasies only sprouted because of the suit you were wearing. Your uncle had said there had been some issues with it, and that he was going to junk it. Part of you regretted putting that thing on and testing it out at all, but a different part of you had regrets about something else.
And yes, they were your regrets. As much as you tried to deny it and claim that they were coming from Trent, or whatever residue of Trent remained in your mind, they were yours. You regretted throwing that stuff out the window, but you especially were mad about Blake's shirt. He had smelled so fucking good, Trent thought he'd smelled so fucking good, and all you really wanted was to smell it, or him, again. You pushed the thought out of your mind as best you could, you even jacked off once to try and get over it, but by the time afternoon was becoming evening, you couldn't resist it anymore. You pulled on the suit so you could sneak out of the house without attracting your uncle's attention, made your way to the alley outside the window where you tossed the things out earlier, but couldn't find any of them there. Either they'd been picked up by passersby, which made sense for the cigarettes and chewing tobacco, or they'd been pushed out of reality, since technically, they shouldn't have existed in the first place, without Trent to manifest them.
You should have felt relieved, but all you felt was anxious regret. It was irrational, but that only made it harder to resist. It had been terrifying in the moment, but something about being Trent had felt so much more real than just being yourself. Maybe it was his confidence, or the attraction he'd felt to the men around him. You were still mostly a virgin, and weren't quite sure if you were gay or not, but the sheer intensity of the memories made you hornier than you'd ever been before. And now it was gone, and you had no way of knowing if you'd even be able to get it back--if you want it back.
You do want to be Trent again. You at least want to experience it for a bit longer, long enough to get these feelings out, long enough to know what you might be missing out there. You realize that Blake's party is happening that night--and there, in your memories of Trent's thoughts, is where Blake lives. You're not quite sure you can connect all the dots, no, actually, you do know where it is. It's actually not all that far away. If you hurry, you could probably get there around six, right around the time Blake gets home from truck driving school. His parties don't usually get started until later in the evening. That would give you two a little time to, well, you'll see what happens when Trent shows up to his place ahead of schedule.
Your heart is pounding a bit, your cock hardens, and you start off down the street in the direction Trent's thoughts would tell you to go. It's a bit of a longer walk than you'd expected, but a little after six in the evening, you arrive outside a rather rundown looking trailer park, where Blake still lives. His father got a divorce when he was a kid, and his mom ran off on them both. His dad was away from home a lot driving trucks, but was generally a decent dad--though he didn't know about Trent and Blake's relationship, of course. It's a strange sensation, walking through a place you have never been, and yet knowing your way through it almost intimately. The excitement at seeing Blake again is pounding in your chest as you climb the steps up to the doublewide where he lives, and knock on the door. After a moment, Blake opens it up, and looks around, totally ignoring you there on the stoop. In all the excitement, you'd totally forgotten that you were wearing the dumb suit!
Swallowing your nerves, you say, "I want to fit in," and...