the auburn, my tranny lover, and the shortest distance between two points is a straight line
Author: conquistador
i'm moving out and i need to find myself an apartment. i go to one of those brick-looking apartment buildings downtown to look around.
it's called the auburn, and the ceiling is slightly stained and it smells slightly sour. it's digusting and it's got berber carpeting, but i love it.
i'm looking around and there's all these crazy white hallways with doors with little labels stuck on them. one of them is the naked room and one is the anxiety room (most of them don't have windows in, but this one does, and there's all these woman beating pillows behind one of those thick glass-wire windows they have in offices).
it's mostly young people, and every night they have this meeting thing in a big room where everyone sits on cushions. this one guy, the leader i guess, is talking about the auburn and i've decided i love it. so i apply and go off to look around some more.
it's the next day: i see this really cute girl sitting alone at a table drinking coffee so i go to join her. i try to be suave and impress her, but i just look silly. she tells me bluntly that she's really an old (fifty-ish) man. i think that makes him/her even more attractive, and i tell her so.
i see the leader and i run up to him to ask if i made it in (i guess it's very competitive to live there) and he shows me the speech he has prepared for that evening's meeting. in it, he tells me to lose my ego and my arrogance and to act like i'm fifteen.
then i'm clayton's car and we're driving all over these hilly farmland and i tell him he should use the road, but he only laughs. i grip the edges seat tightly and hope i'll make it home.
