"For maximum resultsfirst wet the hair fully then rub in the bleach and let sit for 30 minutesto achieve maximum blonde hair." He read. His wife was... a brunette butdyed her hair blonde from time to time. He put his head in the sink andthoroughly soaked it. He then put on the gloves included in the box andbegan to rub the thick cream thoroughly into his hair. He sat on thetoilet seat and began to chant that he wasn't a real man and that was whyhe was doing this. Soon 30 minutes past and he. Which got me a few stares, and a few lewd ones as well. Itwasn't until we came out that we ran into a problem."Hey sissy boy why don't you sit on this?" The young man flipped usoff. I stopped Max from stepping forward. My hair was pulled back likeI always did. Having all the recent changes didn't help my look. Ithought it was strange that they even picked up on it. Even in a Polo,slacks, and dress shoes, I had been called miss every time."Well aren't you cute." My deep voice confused. Dave called me constantly, asking me when I was coming back for another visit, telling me how sweet my tight ass was, and how I made him feel better than any other white slut, male or female, ever had. I held out for about a week.The second time I went to Dave's apartment, he answered the door in a robe, and asked me why it had taken so long for me to come back. "I liked it last time, but you hurt me. I need you to be more careful, Dave." I know you 'liked it' -- you loved my dick you little. "Go on then," he replied offering me his glass.I filled his glass almost to the brim and topped up my glass until it wasthree quarters full.By the time we had finished watching the film he had drunk almost twobottles of wine and was just about standing up straight.I said "Come outside and get some air to clear your head." And led himout into the garden.I lit a cigarette in my mouth and then handed it to him. This time heaccepted it. I lit up a cigarette for myself and put my arms around.