So, as I'm looking at the rabbit, I couldn't

So, as I'm looking at the rabbit, I couldn't really tell if it was wearing a clown nose or a ball gag. Huh - it was a cute little bunny regardless, but it must have other motives

for being lubed up and looking at me seductively from my bed. But I figured, when with a rabbit, be like a rabbit. Clown nose or ball gag, that bunny was going to gag on something

and this time it wasn't going to be an easter egg again, but wait was I dealing with a rabbit or a labbit I never really could tell unless I was creeping from behind. I guess I

do enjoy creeping from behind on Tuesday's and Thursday's of every other week when I hit the town and cross-dress. But that never actually

leads to anything other than some new blisters from my high heels. They really need to make heels for a man of my size, because there is a solid market of Tues/Thurs cross dressers

. The Cross Dressers are furniture made by really angry Amish folk. I had to get new heels if I was going to walk to Pennsylvania to get the perfect accents for my Bedroom of

Turkish Delight. They'd thought I was kidding when I swore to fill my entire bedroom with Turkish Delight when my inheritance came through. I threw on a bra and a cup, and chugged

a Trenta with six shots of espresso, grabbed the cat and my floaties, and did a huge belly-flop from my bed into the quivering mass of Turkish Delight. Though it offered a lot of

cushioning,I still found myself falling through the mattress and into Linoleum Land...and I was Linoleum Man.I had only that moment discovered this and my what a discovery it was.

I left my past behind to be a flat laminated square to be streaked by sneaker treads. My world. But it was all fake. Those sneaker streaks are painted on in the factory. A lie.