This choice: Anne Turns Me Into a Swishy Lispy Gay Man, Then Tells Me to Go Find a Man • Go Back...Chapter #4Anne Turns Me Into a Swishy Lispy Gay Man by: Anonymous51   "And now for you, David," Anne said.
I braced myself for whatever she was planning on throwing at me, even though I knew it would do no good. She had convinced my own wife Teresa that not only was she not married to me, but that she was a lesbian and engaged to marry Anne. And I knew for a fact that Teresa loved me, dearly. If Anne could do that to Teresa. Then surely she could do anything to me. And that scared me even more than the fact that I still couldn't talk.
"You can talk now, David," Anne said, causing me great relief. I wanted to cuss this woman out with all my rage, but then she added "But you can only answer my questions."
Suddenly, I could no longer find my voice, again.
"Now tell me," she said. "Are you attracted to Teresa?"
"Yes, of course. That's why I ..." I was about to say "married her", but Anne cut me off before I could.
"But you're not attracted to her. Isn't that right?"
It was starting. I could feel it. I wanted to tell this lesbian bitch that she was wrong. But the more I thought about it, the more right she sounded. I wasn't attracted to Teresa. I wasn't sure why, though. I thought Anne looked pretty hot.
"In fact, you're not attracted to any woman, are you?"
Suddenly, Anne wasn't attractive to me either. No woman was. "No, I'm not." And it was at this point that I saw where this was headed. If I wasn't attracted to women ... Oh no! She was trying to make me gay, right? I tried to concentrate on resisting whatever power she had over me. I didn't want to be gay! Just the thought of it made me sick.
"You're gay, aren't you?"
And there it was. The question that I desperately wanted to answer no, but found myself saying "Yes," instead. It was true. I was gay. Just the thought of being with another guy made me so horny.
"But you're not just any gay man. You're a swishy, lispy, stereotypical gay man who loves to flirt with other men, dress in tight and revealing outfits, and is completely proud to be homosexual. You're a flaming queen, David. Isn't all that correct?"
I couldn't deny it. She pegged me. I was all those things. "Yeth, Anne. That'th tho right."
"You're not attracted to me and Teresa, but we're all friends, right?"
"Of courthe," I said.
"We all met at last year's gay pride parade, remember?" she asked, to both me and Teresa.
Suddenly, memories of that event entered my head. And it entered the head of Teresa as well.
"You two are so proud to be homosexual and want to promote it whenever you can," she said. That was so true.
"But," she said, turning to me. "You're lonely. You don't have a boyfriend or anything and you really want someone to love and love you back."
I wanted to verbally agree to that, but she didn't ask a question, so I couldn't answer her. Instead, I just made a sad face. Seeing that I couldn't talk, she allowed me to.
"So here's what you can do. Go out and find yourself a man to love. Maybe take him back to a hotel or something."
My mood brightened.
"But first ... hold on," she said, getting up from the couch and heading to her bedroom. She returned with some clothing. She handed a T-shirt to me and told me to put it on. I took off my current shirt (which was so plain and boring and loose) and put her shirt on in its place. It was nice and tight, just like I like, showing off a little bit of my midriff. And it was lavender. I love lavender. "There you are. Now these," she said, handing me a pair of panties and some tight girls jeans, and I ended up putting on those too.
I looked in the mirror and gushed. "Oh, I look tho fabulouth. I'll have men throwing themthelveth at me," I said, smiling. Truly, I was ready to go man-hunting.
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