“Welp, that was fucking horrible! Oh hey, sorry about taking so long… I um, you really don’t wanna know. Also, it took me like ten minutes to figure out how to get the door to open.” Michael walked into the locker room, wearing a crimson robe, golden sandals and a white wedding band on his left ring finger. His face was effeminate, but still closer to that of a young Italian boy, than a Japanese woman. Continue reading →