Souvenir [Complete]

Twenty-four. The Bomb

Michael was amazing at bleaching hair. It was only natural logic since Michael dyed and bleached his hair on his own. Nothing was stopping him doing it to someone else.

Sure the smell made Luke want to vomit, but after Michael applied the foil it was actually manageable. And after a small waiting period, a shower, enough time to do his nails, and then blow dry his hair: Luke was finally done with his metamorphosis.

He'd called Brian that morning and told him to dress up cause he was getting a hot date. "My parents are going away for the weekend, so I get you all to myself..." Brian had seemed more than excited at the prospect of getting pussy that night. And then it was settled.

Luke was going to make the best make-up date for a situation that no one else knew.

Luke ushered his parents out the door on their way to Maine for their little getaway weekend. And as much as it sickened Luke to think about his parents being romantic, they seemed so happy to go on this trip, he found it so endearing.

"You're sure you're gonna be okay?" Liz asked him.

"I promise I will," Luke answered, letting her pet his new bleached hair.

"Alright, darling. You be safe. If you have Brian over then you don't have to order food cause I made lasagna big enough for both of you."

That took care of that then. "Okay, momma thank you."

"Oh and the number to our hotel is on the freezer," Liz continued to babble.

"I got it mom," Luke cooed. "And don't worry, I'm not planning any big parties. The biggest part of my evening is a date. So you guys just go, relax, have fun." He helped Liz put on her coat. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

And they were out. Luke's checklist was filling out already.

It was about mid afternoon, and he decided to get dressed up then, cause he couldn't find anything else to do. He slipped on the panties, remembering what happened the last night. He blushed and clipped the tag off, trying to forget that that ever happened. He put on some tight black jeans to show-off his bum, and he unbuttoned his little black silk shirt a little more than normal, cause he thought his collarbones looked feminine.

Last but not least: a little touch of mascara and lip gloss he'd borrowed from Michael.

Paired with his red nails and bleached hair he looked both pretty and handsome at the same time. And once again he thought that if he were a top, he'd fuck himself.

Brian came over at six, right as the lasagna was coming out of the oven. When Luke answered the door, he saw that Brian had gotten him flowers. More pink carnations.

"Oh Bee!" Luke hugged him close. "You look amazing!" He was wearing a t shirt and jeans. "Come in!"

Luke took the flowers and swayed his hips off to go get a vase for them. "How was your day, buggy?"

"Oh it was great," Brian called from behind Luke.

"Yeah?" Luke felt the first twinge of tightness in his chest. "You were excited for our date, huh?"

"Of course."

"Well," Luke turned around, flowers now in the vase. "What do you think?"

"About what?" Brian looked around to see what he was supposed to be looking at.

"Me!" Luke cooed, "my hair, my nails. My face...notice anything?"

"Oh! Your nails are red!" Brian cooed.

"And my hair is blonder, sweetheart." Luke fluffed it a little.

"Wow! Okay, I see it, it looks so good on you!"