An Adventures of Cocksockett story

Calvin wandered ever deeper into the slum that surrounded the bus station in a strange city. He had everything he owned in a limp gym bag and wore an ill fitted skirt and blouse that had gotten him clocked by everyone who looked at him, as if his flat top hair cut, courtesy of his step father wouldn’t probably have outed him.

A fine smattering of stubble on his face, even if it was blonde probably didn’t help the issue either. He wasn’t sure why he’d dressed in the girl’s clothes that were most of the reason he had left home. His step father had caught him trying an apparently contraband skirt about a month before and the flat top, among other things, including a couple of bruises that would have been hard to explain were some of the results. He’d continued his work, part time in the hospital records room, the work was part of her course as a med tech, OJT, but paid in this case as he’d actually applied on someone’s recommendation to apply there as they needed more help than they could honestly afford to pay for.

The contract had ended a week ago, Calvin had deposited the last of his pay in an account, or rather had it auto deposited and realized that he still resented the fact that the skirt he’d been caught trying had been shredded. He had earned more than a couple bruises refusing to do the deed himself, but when one had managed to nearly cripple his left leg he had complied. Then he’d decided that he would figure out how to hide another skirt, blouse and other stuff that would be the making of a single outfit for a girl.

There were too many people in the school that he attended for him who shared his step father’s opinion, especially among the jock and cheerleader cohort. Though if some of the whispers were true, the female athletes. Including the cheerleaders had a strong lesbian tilt.

He was an outsider’s outsider. So far as he knew, he had no friends, not even one in the town he had left. He had a few people who knew about his facebook page, but none knew about his explorations at Big Closet or other alternate lifestyle websites. Some of those stories left him wishing there actually was magic, so he could walk both sides of the street, maybe never fully committing to one or the other.

Calvin realized he was asleep and reliving a memory as he walked past a building that had an almost invisible sign that read, ‘Rooms for rent’. He knew that place. He could have gone in that night and not had to deal with an unknown amount of time having his personality shaped to Hammer’s will.

Calvin awoke with a start, the memory he’d just relived, he knew how it had ended. He remembered wandering ever deeper into boy’s town, though he didn’t know what the locals called the ghetto where he walked, until he found a deep overhang that had a sun warmed wall that he’d leaned against, then curled up and slept, only to awake in one of Hammer’s training cells. His heart raced, he hadn’t entirely been untruthful with the police detective, he had, until this dream/memory been fuzzy as to his last name.