"Light up, Light up, strike a match and watch the flames burn bright."
The moment I saw you I knew you were special...but I could tell you were lost. You needed attention and to be taught how to become your true self...not how others define you. Not even the gender you were assigned at birth.
You needed nurturing and lessons on how to be a beautiful swan...you needed a mother...a figure that was absent in your life.
We met at a dive bar on MLK in Atlanta. I sat next to you and you were already drunk. You were enamored with me - the feeling was mutual.
I took you home rescuing you from the squalor of despair where some bikers were about to rip you to shreds. It's true. Humans like other animals kill those of us who are destined for greatness.
You woke in an unfamiliar place, with satin sheets and garishly ornate accents. You were confused and hungover.
"Hello?" I heard you eek out a sound, but I waited. I just watched you on the camera. You noticed the hideaway chest at the foot of your bed and recoiled at the clothes laid out for you.
A pair of knee high nylon stockings, white panties with pink bows along the lining, a pink Moschino miniskirt with a gold belt wrapped around, and a flaming red silk blouse with a pink heart embroidered that covered it. The outfit screamed warning signs and kidnapping, but you felt your cock get unreliable hard. You couldn't stop looking at it and you imagined yourself wearing it.
You were jerked from your daydream by the massive doors opening from the bedroom and a scantily clad young woman walked through with a silver platter sporting a mix of items.
It was not breakfast and you were grateful due to the nausea brought on by too much of the devil's liquid. She couldn't have been more than 18 or 19 and she moved so gracefully like right out of a picture show from the 20's. I took her I'm and my breathing stopped as she walked past me with a seductive smile and into the bathroom.
"Are you coming? We don't have a lot of time." She called.
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