He knew Dwight had a thing for older women. At the mall, he usually looked past the teenage girls to see women in their thirties and forties holding shopping bags. He's even stopped and watched mothers trying to get their gaggle of children in their minivans. Kyle also knows for a fact that Dwight watches Desperate Housewives the same way other boys their age would watch Cinemax late night. Now Dwight was seeming so young . . . and delicious. Even as he felt the boxers he wore this morning become a thong that ran up his ass, he thought of ways to get the young stud off. Kyle licked his lips and tasted lipstick on them even as his scalp tingled thanks to his hair restyling itself. He saw his slimmer hands with longer, manicured nails feel his pecs as the changes continued.