Embracing True Colors 3
by Fahrenheit80
Doctor Cindy Miller might be an international renowned surgeon but she was definitely no miracle worker. So fixing a broken heart was not her specialty. But she knew people who could lend her a hand in that matter. And one of the most capable persons who came into her mind was a drag queen called Madame Oh. To be honest, she was the only one who was available right now while the other were getting ready to celebrate Brent Charles’ first performance on television.
Within a few minutes Madame Oh arrived at the hospital since her beauty shop was just a few blocks away. Unfortunately, she wasn’t used to formal clothes or anything that wasn’t… exotic. Her outfit included a tight red robe with red feathers that brought out the worst parts of her slightly overweight body. And her make-up consisted of numerous layers, bright red lip sticks and black stripes that replaced Madame Oh’s nonexistent eyebrows. To sum it all up, her appearance was anything but ordinary. Cindy wasn’t sure if it really was a good idea to call her for help. However, Madame Oh was awarded for her counseling work with lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth and her campaign against gay bullying gave her some kind of prominence. If only she wouldn’t make such noise when entering a room.
Oh well, you can’t have everything, Cindy sighed and forced herself to stay calm while Madane Oh did her catch phrase: “No tears, no fear, Madame Oh is here!”
With her high octave voice she was able to break sound barriers. And there were other nerve-wracking traits such as swinging with her hips while walking, her excessive cheerfulness or her bad habit to touch everything she considered as cute or fluffy. In other words, she was the embodiment of every homophobe’s nightmare.
“Hello,” Cindy greeted back.
“How are you, sweetie pie,” Madame Oh asked and took a seat at her desk crossing her perfect shaved legs. “Oh my God, what happened to your hair? And what are those weird circles under your eyes?”
“I’m doing fine.”
“Oh honey, you don’t have to lie to me. You know, that I can smell lies.”
“I’m fine,” Cindy said. She tried to smile but to no avail.
In reality, she was in low mood since her conversation with Lori. The young woman told her about a few more incidents that occurred at her school. Within a year not only did four homosexual students committed suicide but everybody who were different had to deal with psychological terror. Blacks, Latinos, Asians, Jews, Nerds and students who were just overweight, too slim, too small or too tall for their age were among the victims. And their teachers did nothing but to look away.
“You want to tell me,” Madame Oh asked.
“One thing at a time,” Cindy replied. “Let’s work on our case.”
“Alright. What was his name again?”
“Edward. He is a high school senior and…”
Madame Oh interrupted her. “I know, I know, he tried to kill himself because he couldn’t cope with his best friend’s death who was a victim of gay bullying. And you believe that they were more than best friends.”
“You want to talk to him now?”
“What about a small talk among ladies before we head to the closet case,” Madame Oh suggested. “You are looking terrible, Cindy. Did something happen? Do you get enough sleep?”
“I told you I’m doing fine,” Cindy claimed. “I’m just… working too much. That’s all.”
“Oh honey, you can always call me if you are not feeling well. You don’t have to face everything alone, you know.”
“I’ve called you, haven’t I?”
“And I’m here to help you,” Madame Oh said. “So, Cindy darling, how can Mama Oh help YOU as her friend?”
“Well…” Cindy hesitated. She didn’t want to bother anybody with her problems but it wouldn’t hurt just to have a nice chat once in a while. “Since my daughters left home, it’ a bit…”
“Lonely? Oh, Cindy darling, believe it or not, you’re not alone. You know what? Mama Oh has the right medicine for your problem - a day in my beauty shop for free right after work. And then we’ll put you in a sweet dress and shake some ass!”
“I will think about that…”
In the meantime, Tom couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Just a minute ago he had long curly hair that he grew to his shoulders since his teens. Back at home, in Mystery, Alaska, it was one of the signature features everybody admired him for. He never thought that he would cut them off. And here he was sitting on a barber chair while one strand after another was falling to the ground.
Tom tried to look into the mirror. There was a bald spot on his head. “Jesus,” he mumbled. “I am about to cry.”
Tom’s eyes filled with so much sadness the barber regretted being such a blabbermouth. If it weren’t for his him Tom wouldn’t be in this situation. But it was too late to undo things. At least he could turn the chair to a different direction to prevent him from looking into the mirror for the time being.
Still, Tom was able to feel the electric razor, and he heard the loud nerve-wracking sound. His eyes got teary and his heart skipped a beat. Every time the barber breathed on the bald spot on his head he froze.
Brent on the other hand shivered with excitement. In front of his eyes he witnessed the transformation of a handsome guy he wouldn’t push out of his bed. Finally, when Tom was completely bald Brent had to pull himself together. His dick became rock hard. If he pulled down the zipper of his skin-tight leather pants it would jump out and call for relief. Unfortunately, there were only a straight man and a living Barbie doll within his reach. His situation was anything but favorable.
Brent took a deep breathe. Then he said with a big grin on his face, “You’re looking so much better now,”
Tom’s first respond was a sigh. He was sure that he would faint out if he looked into the mirror to see the result for himself. “Are we finished?”
“Yes,” the barber said. “Well, there is nothing left anyway. But what about the beard?”
“Get rid of it,” Brent replied.
Tom put on a baffled face. “Why,” he asked.
“Because it’s making you look like a geezer.”
“A geezer? You’re joking, right?”
“How old are you,” Brent asked .”Forty-five? Forty-six?”
“I’m thirty-eight.”
“Thrity-eight?” Even the barber was stunned. “I thought you were already in your late forties.”
“See what I’m talking about,” Brent asked.
Tom gave some thought to the barber’s remark. After all, he was an expert. And if he was telling him that he looked older than his real age it had to be the truth. However, he wasn’t sure if he could keep on going.
After a moment of silence the barber spoke up. “I suggest a soul patch will do the trick. And then I would pluck your eyebrows.”
“I’ve never let anybody pluck my eyebrows before,” Tom confessed.
“That explains everything.”
Tom took a short break to reconsider. He already had his head shaved. Why not just get a makeover on his face? After all, he wanted to stay in the big city to be close to his daughters who considered him as being old-fashioned and scruffy, in other words, so not cool to live anywhere but in Mystery, Alaska. He would do anything for them. And if it was his beard he had to sacrifice he would allow it without hesitation.
“Alright,” Tom said. “Let’s do it.”
The barber didn’t need to be told twice. He set to work. First Tom’s beard bit the dust. At lightning speed the barber applied shaving foam on his face. It had a strange odor. Somehow, it called up the memories of Kara, his late wife. Although she had a weak body since birth she lived life to the fullest. And Tom was lucky to be the one guy who accompanied her on her journey. He remembered the day he proposed to her. It happened in their hometown’s stadium during an ice hockey game. Kara wanted to know why they never talked about marriage. He didn’t come up with a good answer, so he went down to his knees and asked her to be his wife. Plain and simple. And not very romantic. But it was the best thing that happened to him.
“I’m now going to shave you,” the barber said. “Do you have second thoughts?”
Tom shook his head. “Let’s do it.”
And so the blade of the barber’s razor glided back and forth.
To everyone’s surprise Tom appeared to be turning younger during the procedure. He started out at the age of thirty-eight. Bit by bit he resembled more and more a well-groomed man in his early thirties. And when the barber finished his work, not only did Tom end up with a nice soul patch but with clean and straight eyebrows that brought out the soft features of his face. Masculinity went hand in hand with femininity. But inside Tom was still the rugged guy from Mystery, Alaska, except that he could start a career as a model.
“Oh my God, that’s amazing,” Brent said in total disbelief.
He was stunned at the sight of Tom who turned out to be one of the most handsome men he ever came across. His eyes had a glow that reminded him of starlight. They were irresistible.Brent had to look away to regain control over his breathing.
“You’re not joking,” Tom asked. On the one hand his masculine voice didn’t match with his face; on the other hand it made him sexier.
The barber shook his head. “Darling, you’re looking awesome,” he said and rotated the chair to face the mirror.
Tom’s jaw dropped. The sight of his new appearance made him speechless. At first he was shocked. But after touching his face and feeling his soft skin, his lips turned into a big smile. “Dude, you’re a miracle worker!”
“Perhaps, I’m a genie after all,” the barber remarked. “I’m still waiting for some rubbing.”
“What about a hug,” Brent asked.
“Oh… Alright.”
Brent put his arms around the barber and locked him in a tight embrace. Although he announced it the barber was surprised and gave out a shout. But he calmed down within a second.
“Cutting other people’s hair is not the only thing I’m good at,” the barber said with a sultry voice. “You want to know my other specialties?”
Brent backed off. “Sorry,” he replied. “You’re so not my type.”
“I’m not talking about that, stupid. I’m talking about body hair waxing.”
“I already had a waxing two days ago.”
“What about your friend?”
Tom froze. “Erm… I don’t know if it is worth the effort,” he stammered. “I’m… very, very hairy, you know?”
“Then, it’s decided,” Brent shouted and clapped Tom on the shoulder. “It’s all for the sake of the people who don’t know what a cool guy you are.”
“I don’t like pain.”
“Honey, you already went that far. Don’t back off now.” Brent bent down to be near Tom’s ear. “And remember: No pain, no gain,” he whispered.
Tom took a deep breathe. He realized that resistance was futile. “Alright, let’s do it.”
The barber took his hand and led him to another room while Brent was ordered to stay outside. Of course, he wished he could watch the whole body hair waxing with his own eyes. Moreover, he wished he could take a peek of Tom lying naked on the table with his legs spread wide open or with his ass in the air. However, he could hear Tom shouting and swearing his head off on the other side of the closet door. Again, his dick became rock hard. But since nobody was around, Brent pulled down the zipper, took out his member and jerked off. He pictured him and Tom being covered in oil and wrestling in a crowded arena. The winner would claim the loser’s ass as his trophy. Over the course of their fight, Tom managed to lock Brent in a bear hug. Then he rammed his slimy cock into Brent’s asshole and fucked him until he saw stars in eyes. There was no escape from his powerful thrusts. And Brent had no other choice but to take his big member all in and out. He bit on his lover’s neck and clung to him, wrapping his legs around his shiny body. And when he shot his load, the crowd screamed…
At the same time, Josh wished that some slave traders would abduct him and fuck his brain out. He was eating lunch at a diner, with the people around him staring at the muscle hunk in tight black leather pants and a white tank top. It was obvious that they were wondering about him being clearly gay and in company with two elementary students and a toddler. The picture didn’t fit their world view. Although a few of them already met gay and lesbian parents and considered them as fairly common, they never crossed a leatherman’s path who was a father of three.
If the people around him were good-looking guys Josh would have no problem of him being in the center of everybody’s attention. However, that wasn’t the case except for the waiter. They exchanged glances. And there was no doubt that they were interested in each other. Unfortunately, their flirting didn’t go unnoticed.
“Are you checking him out,” Jo asked.
Josh blushed. “No, I’m not,” he said.
“Liar,” his daughter teased him and had a look at the waiter. “He’s a bit too young for my taste. But I think he will do fine as a stepdad.”
“Don’t be silly,” Stevie interrupted. “There is no way that two men get married. That’s unnatural.”
“Amanda has two mums. How’s that unnatural.”
“That’s different.”
“How is that different?”
“Because they are women.”
“That’s stupid,” Jo suggested. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
Josh was deep in thought. As a matter of fact, he never thought of getting married to another man. After his divorce became final he was too busy to celebrate the new chapter of his life. And the only person who accompanied him on his journey was Jeff. Although they had an open relationship and were together since the day he identified himself as gay, Josh couldn’t imagine settling down with him. Furthermore, it happened to be Jeff who didn’t like kids.
While he was thinking about the concept of marriage, the waiter came to their table. “I’m sorry, but are you Josh Yankow the… erm… movie actor?”
When her father confirmed his identity Jo put on a surprised face. “You are a movie actor?”
“Actually, he is a star,” the waiter remarked. “My husband and I are big fans. And I would love to have an autograph.”
Jo turned to the waiter. “You are married already,” she sighed.
Josh gave his handsome fan his autograph. In addition he drew a heart around his name. “Here you go. I hope it will make your husband happy.”
“I’m sure it will,” the waiter said with a smile. “By the way, I’m Matteo. But you can call me Matt.” And off he went.
“So, Daddy,” Jo grinned. “When do I get to watch one of your movies?”
“Never, they are not for kids.” Actually, Josh had done quite a few hardcore gay porn movies over the last two years. Just a while ago he was awarded as Bottom of the Year for starring in a fetish gangbang movie with eight fellow performers. They put him in a sling, and one after another they rammed their cocks into his helpless asshole. Josh had experienced more than eight consecutive orgasms on that day. And the movie that was filmed in 3D became a classic before it went to the stores while Josh was considered as a phenomenon.
“Where do we go after lunch,” Jo asked.
“I don’t know,” Josh admitted to his daughter. “Do you have anything in mind?”
“The museum!”
“No,” Stevie shouted.
“But…”
“I said no!”
Josh didn’t know what was going on. He had a feeling that he was missing out something. “What do you have in mind, Stevie,” he asked.
“I want to go home.”
Josh could sympathize with Stevie’s wish. But still, he promised his ex-wife to take care for them while she and her friends loaded the moving van they rented for the relocation. That would take another few hours.
“Do you want to go to the movies,” Josh suggested.
“I said I want to go home,” Stevie replied angrily.
“Why are you so aggressive?”
“Mind your own business.”
Baby Wally didn’t like the sound of his brother’s voice. “Stop fighting,” the toddler shouted and hit the table with his fists, accidently nudging a glass of lemonade that fell on his father’s lap.
“Fuck,” Josh shouted. “Now look what you have done! Those pants are expensive!”
He rose up from his seat and rushed to the men’s room. But it wasn’t for his ‘expensive’ leather pants. In reality, he wanted to be away from the drama he had to deal with as long as he stayed with his children. Josh needed a break. He looked into the mirror, and all of the sudden he felt anger for the man he was now looking at. In the past he would never shouted at his own flesh and blood. In a split second he even considered giving Baby Wally a slap in the face. Did he really change so much during the last three years?
“You’re okay,” a familiar voice asked behind his back. It was Matt the waiter. He had witnessed everything at a close range and followed him to the men’s room.
“Yeah,” Josh sighed. “I just need to calm down.”
“Do you want to be alone?”
Josh looked at the waiter into his piercing eyes. Matt was buff. There was no fat on his body. His arms, legs and chest, everything was close to perfection like a Greek statue. And he had sharp features, thin lips and a straight nose. His hair was black with a distinct tint of dark blue. Moreover, his trousers were tight enough to show the contours of his large member.
“Stay,” Josh said to the waiter and grabbed his head.
Before Matt knew what was happening Josh pushed his tongue into his mouth. It was a long and passionate kiss. And it didn’t stop there. On the contrary, the real fun was just getting started.
Josh hastily opened his leather pants and pulled them down to his knees. Then he turned around, bent down and presented Matt his willing hole. “Fuck me with your hot Latino cock,” he commanded.
Matt did what he was told. He took out his member, and without warning he rammed it into Josh’s ass. Unknowingly to the sexy Latino, he managed to hit his soft spot with his first strike. But, to be honest, he didn’t care for Josh reaching climax. Matt only had his own satisfaction in mind. He put his hand around Josh’s hips and started his furious fuck. In and out. In and out. In and out. Faster. Stronger. Harder.
Josh bit his lips. The pain didn’t subside. With each thrust it became more intense. His eyes filled with tears. He wanted to scream but to no avail. Every part of his body was covered in sweat. A big drop rolled down his back and disappeared into his butt crack. It mixed with Matt’s precum that made his cock more slippery. Again and again. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Suddenly, Josh rose up. He reached for the sexy Latino’s face and stretched out his tongue, licking his lover’s chin and lips. That was the moment when Matt experienced the best orgasm in a long time. He gave out a loud groan and fell on Josh’s back while filling him with his cum.
Josh was relieved that it all went well, although he didn’t shot his load. At least Matt’s beautiful dick had put him at ease.
“I can’t believe that I fucked Josh Yankow,” the waiter grinned.
Josh didn’t say a word since there was nothing to talk about. He got what he wanted. At the end Matt turned out to be just like all the other fuck buddies. There was no emotional attachment. It was just sex.
Josh wiped off the cum that was leaking out of his hole with toilet paper and washed his face. At the same time Matt was facing shame when he realized what he had done.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” the waiter moaned. He hoped that his husband would never find out that he cheated on him with a porn actor. Otherwise, their marriage would end up in sorrow. On the day they exchanged rings they promised to remain faithful to each other. Matt was able to keep his promise until he met Josh. Why couldn’t he resist the temptation? If he hadn’t given in everything would be fine.
“Don’t worry,” Josh said with a grin. “I will keep my mouth shut.”
He left the men’s room and headed back to his table… and heart skipped a beat.
To his horror, the table was empty. And there was no sight of his children.
“Did anybody see my kids,” Josh shouted out to the people around him. But the only respond he got from them was silence.
“Anybody?”
Again, they gave him the cold shoulder.
“Fuck you,” Josh yelled and stormed outside…
Meanwhile, Doctor Cindy Miller led Madame Oh to Edwards’s room. When the young man laid eyes on the overweight drag queen, he became furious.
“What is that creature doing here?!”
“Where are your manners,” Madame Oh shouted back. “Didn’t your mom teach you to say hello first?”
Edward turned to Cindy. “Take her out of my sight!”
“Please calm down. It was me who called for her,” she explained. “I know that she doesn’t look like one but Madame Oh is an expert in counseling gay youths. Just give her a chance.”
“You will see. After a chat with Mama Oh you will realize that it’s going to get better,” Madame Oh suggested.
Edward shook his head. “It isn’t worth the effort,” he said. “I’m not gay. Whoever told you that is a lying idiot.”
“Lori told me everything,” Cindy admitted. “She told me about Toby, about his suicide and about the things that is happening at your school.”
As Edward was listing to Cindy he didn’t notice Madame Oh who went to take matters into her own hands. She drew closer to the stubborn young man and stroke through his hair.
“You don’t have to face it alone because…” All of the sudden Madame Oh stopped talking.
At the split of a second she was able to read his memories in search for the people who were responsible for the bullying at his school. To Madame Oh’s surprise, not only did she find out their names of the culprits but the truth behind Edward suicide attempt. And the things she uncovered fueled her anger. She backed off.
“I’m sorry,” Madame Oh stammered, and without saying another word she left the room, going down the hallway, heading to the elevators.
“Wait!” Cindy tried to get a hold of her. But she was too fast and way too strong. For a middle-aged woman of fragile stature it was almost impossible to bring her to a halt. “What’s the hell is going on?”
“Sorry, Cindy, something cropped up,” Madame Oh said. “I have to take my leave. Now.”
“But you agreed to help me!”
“There’s no one who needs my help.”
“Edward does.”
“I can assure you, it’s not me who is going to help this ignorant child,” Madame Oh said. “And by the way, he might be a total idiot but he is definitely not gay.”
“How do you know?”
“I can smell lies. And he wasn’t lying when he told us that he wasn’t gay…”
Madame Oh wasn’t the only one who could tell people’s sexuality. As a matter of fact, Brent’s gaydar was superb. Usually, it was a blessing. But today it turned out to be a curse. While he was dragging his new acquaintance into one store to another he asked the Lord to turn him gay. Tom was a good catch and would make an even greater husband. Brent could very well imagine settling down with him if his prayers were answered.
Until then he confined himself to dress Tom up in a variety of exciting and colorful outfits. First of all he had to make him realize that he wore his clothes way too big – two sizes larger than he should.
After some talk Tom agreed to put on a pair of tight fitting jeans that wrapped around his legs and showed off his butt nicely. When he came out of the changing room the sight of him left Brent breathless. There he was in a new outfit. The deep V-neck t-shirt revealed his smooth chest and highlighted his nipples. And then there were those sexy cowboy boots. Brent had only one word to sum it all up: “Awesome.”
“I still have to get accustomed to my new look,” Tom said. “But I guess I’m going to like it.”
He made a few steps, unintentionally swinging his hips from side to side since he wasn’t used to walking in cowboy boots.
“Careful,” Brent grinned.
“I just need some exercise.”
“Well, you can exercise the whole day. How about going to the next store? You can keep that outfit on.”
“I have to pay for it, stupid.”
“It’s already done.”
“When did that happen?”
“While you were changing, I went to one of the store clerks,” Brent explained. “She picked up the same clothes and I paid the bill.”
“But you already paid for my haircut, the body hair waxing and the other clothes,” Tom protested, pointing at the shopping bags on the left and right side of Brent.
“I’m in a generous mood today.”
Tom shook his head. He considered himself as a man of honor, and as such being a drain on somebody’s pocket was out of question. Although Brent didn’t care for it Tom promised that he would pay everything back. After all, he owed him a lot. If it weren’t for him he would never build up enough courage to try out new things. A few hours ago he was just a boring small town boy in his late thirties. Now he was a man of style who could easily pass as twenty-something. Even his old underwear was history. Before his makeover Tom preferred boxer shorts. But his preference changed when Brent purchased a Nasty Pig jockstrap and persuaded him to put it on. At first he was embarrassed just by the thought of wearing it but as time passed he developed a liking for the jockstrap. Not only did it make him feel comfortable but it led him to realize that he was indeed a sexy hunk.
His daughters would be surprised if he paid them a visit. There was no way they could call him old-fashioned and unsuitable for the big city. He couldn’t wait to see their faces.
“Let’s go,” Brent said and led Tom outside to continue their shopping spree.
They had to walk slowly due to the cowboy boots that gave Tom’s feet a hard time. But it didn’t take long and he had the hang of it.
Amazed by the chemistry they developed, people were watching them. On the one hand women regretted the fact that at least one of them was gay; on the other hand men were jealous of their good looks and their confidence to wear something different.
After a little walk Brent laid eyes on a special kind of store. “That’s exactly what I’m looking for,” he said with a big smile. He turned to Tom, and when he recognized his stunned face he could hardly wait to introduce him to the world of leather...