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A 25-year-old virgin engaged to his pretty fiancée, Warren has a secret: since age eleven, he’s been dressing in stolen stockings and heels, calling his femme side Willow. A late-night ride from silver-haired David Sterling ends in a Soho penthouse, where a wardrobe of wigs and wet-look lycra awaits. David sees Warren’s potential, and he intends to make him his live-in plaything.
Warren stands in David's penthouse doorway, the city lights glowing behind floor-to-ceiling windows, and sees a rolling rack of wet-look lycra, silk robes, and a blonde wig on a stand. David gestures
Warren stands in the black latex dress as David guides him to the vanity, where the stockings, breastplate, corset, and makeup wait in a gleaming row. David's hands move with quiet authority, rolling
Warren returns to his apartment. He goes to his graduate classes as Warren. Tries to forget Willow snd Davidm His hunger satisfied temporarily
Warren returns to his apartment. He goes to his graduate classes as Warren. Tries to forget Willow snd Davidm His hunger satisfied temporarily
Warren wakes in his own bed, sheets twisted around his thighs, the ghost of a man's mouth still warm on his—he doesn't remember the face, only the wanting. He lies still, heart thudding, and feels the