opposites attract

the first impression

One upon a time, in the Columbia Correctional Institution, jeffrey dahmer pays the guards with the money i got from his fans to have extra yard time on his own. The guard left jeff alone outside, not knowing what was gonna happen next.

Jeffrey walks around a bit, enjoying the spring time breeze he finds his box wrapped in tin foil. The box had a door like opening on the front so he decided to go in, the inside wasn't that different from a normal box but there was something that caught his eye.

There was a pretty decent sized potato on the ground, and a paper taped on the side from the inside, it says "hold this potato and think of a year you wanna go back in time to, and see what happens!"

Of course jeffrey doesn't believe that he could actually go back in time, but he still at least wants to try. He picks up the potato and sits down inside the box, closing the "door". He holds the potato in both of his hands and thinks of the time "1960"

Suddenly a huge "KABOOM!" plays as if there was an explosion even when there wasn't. The box disappeared from outside, guards rushed outside to see what the noise was about and starts yelling

"DAHMER?! DAHMER COME OUT RIGHT NOW."

but jeffrey never came out..since he was teleported.

Jeffrey found himself in what it looked like a concert. There was so many people, mostly women outside shouting for someone named "elvis"

At first, Jeffrey didn't care since it was mostly women shouting but suddenly, the one an only elvis comes on stage. Right as Jeffrey looks at elvis his heart flutters, can't help but feel attracted to the young hot man above him on stage, He feels his face getting warm as he keeps looking at him, a hard blush appears on his face.

As elvis sings, jeffrey pays close attention to his clothes, first focusing on his shirt, then his pants, then his jacket. The shirt was a black and white, looking like an old prisoner uniform but back then. The shirt hugged his torso tightly, making jeffrey stare, loving that he was a lean and kinda buff man.

His pants were thick and slightly baggy, white prominent stitches holding it together elegantly. The pants were pulled up high above it. It was quite nice for being a jailhouse suit, the high quality fabric shimmering in the light slightly.

His jacket matched his pants, white numbers spelling out "6240" on his chest. His jacket was open, making his his black and white striped shirt visible