Actually, since we were now the only guys in the house, we’d gotten closer.
GO HOME AND FUCK THE PROM QUEEN FULL
My two older brothers were enjoying full football scholarships at Missouri State, so dad wasn’t too disappointed in his computer geek son. Finally warming up.”ĭad shook his head and smiled. “You’re inside?” asked my father, grabbing a beer from the rec room fridge. I did those things online, of course, but hey, bonding is bonding. We’d both served in the military, both had been football heroes, and both drive cool cars. My parents weren’t terribly swift when it came to computers, but I think even they would be suspicious of training bra sites showing up in the auto complete.ĭad and I had a lot in common.
I quickly repeated the usual drill of purging the browser history. “Jordan, boy, where are you?” I heard my dad bellow from upstairs. Godzilla’ (I do have other interests, you know). Realizing I wasn’t going to work through my mental demons this afternoon, I spent a lonely hour googling things like ‘wedding dresses for men’, ‘makeup tips for cross dressers’ and ‘The Hulk vs. Why couldn’t I be normal and like to watch chicks spanking each other or something? I mean, I did like that, but… Below guys who were into really fat chicks and amputees, but above the furverts and people who like to be peed on. I figured being a teen cross dresser was about halfway on the pervert scale. I flicked off Miss January and sifted through the many websites that I didn’t dare bookmark. Once people realized they no longer had to receive mail in plain brown envelopes, everyone got online. Sure, you can instantly play chess with a South African researcher at an Antarctic lab, but the real reason the net was developed was pornography. And maybe have her do my hair and makeup.Įveryone has their fetishes, I guess.
It’s just that I would have asked to try on her clothes afterwards. I was a sixteen-year-old dude, first and foremost. In the highly unlikely event of internet girl ripping off her clothes in front of me, I would have jumped on top of her in a second. Realizing that my thoughts had once again entered dangerous territory, I began rhythmically tapping the space bar with my forehead. I would have done just about anything to get into her skirt. I looked at the pixilated bimbo on my computer screen, with her blond hair, long legs, and cartoonish chest. Copyright 2011, Brian Katcher, do not repost without permission.
This was the alternate story I submitted to the ‘Awake’ project.