"Simms" was having an even stranger day than normal. As Alex, he'd never been with anybody. There'd been a few girls at school he fantasized about, but he'd been too shy to approach any of them. He would only look at them from a distance. As 'Simms," he was a forty something year old man, who, still had never been with anyone. He was horrified when he found that he would get hard, merely thinking about: and he had been thinking of him a lot today, the man who had been his Father! Plus, he was required to be with 'Sobieski" at times, to relay messages and instructions from 'Madame.' But, he LIKED what he felt too! He had to carry a cleaning cloth with him on these trips to hide the raging boner in his pants. Looking into 'Sobieski's' blue eyes, he had the impression that his Dad was very much there and knew what was going on! So, blushing 'Simms' would look away, finish the message. And walk stiffly back to the house, towel dutifully at waist level. Later that evening, "Madame" had called him into her bedroom while she was getting ready for bed. 'Madame's' bedroom was now a large, dark paneled room, with heavy oaken furniture, dominated by a huge four posted bed with pull curtains. Walking in, he could see that the curtains were open, with 'Miranda's sleeping form on the bed. 'Madame' was seated at the dressing table, combing her hair. He walked over to her
and inquired, "Yes Madame?" She stopped combing her hair, looked up at him, smiled sadly. "No luck with 'Sobieski?'" 'Simms' blushed red; again. "Oh, you've always been too shy Alex!" She said turning to him. "While you're busy being awkward, your life will pass you by!" 'Simms'' felt his pulse pounding in his head at the use of his proper name. Turning back to the mirror, she continued, "Which is why I've decided that you're going to be my husband, Bill." His expression must have been dramatic, because 'Madame' looked at him, and laughed. After she was done, she said, "It'll be the best thing for you." "Your life won't be your job, you'll be able to act like a normal man, and because you'll be a construction worker, or contractor, you'll have lots of exercise!" She seemed to be finished, and he was about to leave when she said, "I've made sure that the changes will occur slowly, over the course of a week, and only while you're asleep." "So you will feel no anxiety. and I decided that you should be gay." She said. She turned around again, this time with a palmtop computer in her hand. Aiming at him, he felt a warm flush for a second. "As for 'Sobieski,' I've made arrangements for his good too." "You may leave now." Turning around, 'Simms' headed for the door, only to see it open
on its own, and see a thin swarthy figure in a white bathrobe enter the room. Marco, his black chest hair dripping with water from a shower, wore a leer under his neatly trimmed black mustache. Walking by 'Simms' he said, "No no, Marco is a not for you!" Looking down, 'Simms' saw that the front of his pants were tented out. Head held down, he quickly left the room, showered, and went to bed.