I fell on a hard, cold surface. It took me a moment to remember what had happened.
I stood up and looked around. I was in a public restroom. It was dark, dingy and empty.
The urinals on the wall told me that, thankfully, it was the men's restroom. I looked at
myself in the mirror and, obviously, didn't recognise my reflection.
I was tall, handsome and muscular. My skin was an attractive brown tan and my hair was
shaved short. I was also still naked. Of course, I'd been naked since we left my apartment
last night. Only up until now it had been somewhat socially acceptable.
My cock was huge, just stretching the bounds of believability. I would have preferred just a
little smaller, a little more realistic but then that was Runt for you. I guess I couldn't
complain.
I'd come out the gateway at random. The chances were high that I'd end up in the ocean.
So that was a plus too.
So, what now? Yesterday, a man had disappeared from his life and today a new man had
took his place. How was I supposed to get back into society. Nobody would recognise me. I
couldn't use my old name. I couldn't access my old accounts. I didn't have a social security
number. Where could I go? And how could I get there naked?
Another thought occurred to me. Something Runt might have overlooked. I shut my eyes
and thought about the guy from the Old Spice commercial. Sure enough, I got hard. Oh
well, I reasoned. I'd have to get used to being gay but I'd already been fucked once and
blown a couple of times, so I had the practice.
My thoughts were scattered as somebody entered. How was I going to explain this one?