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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Fugy, son of Fugy, knew that his health was killing him. He had taken to hiding in his closet smoking, drinking, and eating burgers all day.
Fugy was the only person in his family that was vertically challenged, balding, overweight, and emotionally disturbed. As a result, they had banished him to a small shop in Arbroath.
It was midnight and as usual he had swung by the harbour to pick up a sailor friend, Ricardo, before heading off to the 24 hour Burger King situated near the garden centre. Fugy liked it here because he could sit and look at the garden gnomes while he ate his burgers and chatted to his "very good friend" Ricardo.
They were both sat chatting and getting cosy in their corner booth while eating their double cheese whoppers and large fries.
As usual, Fugy was complaining about the greasy stains the burger wrappers left on his red velver pantalons.
Ricardo suggested they head of to a hotel for the night, but Fugy said he had to get back into his closet. He had an early appointment with his sex therapist in the morning.
He hoped that by the end of the therapy sessions that he would be able to leave his closet and embrace his floral soft furnishing loving feminine bi side.
However, he was determined that he would never stop wearing his favourite red velvet pantaloons, yellow gingham shirt, green waistcoat and red floppy hat. View, his counsellor, had tried several times to get Fugy to wear normal clothes like long sequined dresses and high heels, but nothing could part Fugy from his favourite clothes.
He had allowed View to attempt to hypnotise him before, but he thought it had never worked. Every time View got close, Fugy was overwhelmed by an urge to plant his lips onto his therapist's shiny head.
Unknown to Fugy however, the hypnosis had worked. Several times, Fugy had woken up on View's desk without his shirt on, and his trousers round his ankles, he also had large red handprints on his belly, as if had been slapped. He had never been able to understand how he had got there.
That was all in the past, and Fugy had decided that he could not deny View anymore. He would allow himself to be dressed in the slinky pink dress View kept hanging in his office. As a small boy he had once dressed in his sister's clothes and this had made him feel as if he were alive.
If only he'd come out of the closet sooner, but now he reaised that he was just scared of what people might think.
The next time Fugy saw View he was looking like a big girly. He had a blonde wig under his red floppy hat and was dressed in a sequined green evening gown with matching shoes and handbag. It looked as if Fugy was wearing enough foundation for both of them. He had with him his "friend" Ricardo and a slim border collie called sookthis. He had "picked up " the dog from the animal sanctuary down by the harbour.
View was pleased to see him, but thought it best not to tell Fugy of all the sooking that had gone on while he had been hypnotised.
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