There was nothing left to do tonight. Octavio had already done everything he could. With so much free time, he would consider going outside as a more rational choice. But the past crept up on him. He could no longer handle the possibility of rejection. He decided to spend this Friday night alone at home.
This quiet night in Sacramento equaled a serene structure that settled in the neighborhood. The suburban homes remained quiet, nothing out of the ordinary. Just the way Octavio liked it. He now found himself in his study room. He sat at his desk, listening to one of Mozart's Flute Concertos. The 38-year-old Latino man needed the music to ease the anguish. After the divorce, a reemergence would be imminent.
He kept his laptop computer closed on his desk, and instead brought out his smartphone. He considered creating accounts on certain dating apps. But he failed to even create one. He just stared at the small screen. The most recent dating app had already been opened. He could have pressed a single button to start an account. But he just couldn't do it. He placed the smartphone on the desk. He forgot about dating for a moment.
He leaned back in his chair. He slowly slid his hand across his smooth black hair. The troubles he had gone through during his divorce proceedings still lingered in his thoughts. His ex-wife couldn't have dealt a worse blow when she told him that she just didn't love him anymore. Pain and suffering represented by a woman's vernacular. Despite the unsuccessful attempt to receive alimony, she would demonstrate her lack of sympathy by leaving altogether. Her new life in Upstate New York wouldn't be far off. Octavio's effort to repeat a stable relationship couldn't thrive after the separation. He just didn't want to start a relationship anymore.
He let out a long sigh. Mozart's tranquil music did its job very well. He found himself rather relaxed in his own solitude. He was now the only occupant in this two-story house. He could become a bachelor, reliving the glory days of being single. But he knew he would only be clinging to nostalgia for a brief period before he would yearn for love again.
But then, he suddenly remembered something. He turned off the stereo system and left his study room. He made it into one of the spare bedrooms, which was situated on the right side of the house. He looked out the window, hoping to gaze upon a majestic view he had previously encountered. And sure enough, he had found him once more. Octavio stood still in front of the window.
Elliott was just in time. He had already brought himself into a place that acted as his own personal dressing room. Elliott chose this spare bedroom as the perfect opportunity to flaunt his feminine abilities. Octavio watched as his 25-year-old neighbor had already put on a short and simple green dress. The mirror, which was hung on the other side of the room, would give him a clear view of what he had previously purchased.
Octavio stayed quiet. The younger man wore that green dress with ease. His long red hair almost matched the sweet apparel. Octavio couldn't bring himself to question his behavior. In fact, he appreciated Elliott's sincerity. He wore that dress without shame. He looked in the mirror, proud of his secret accomplishment. His body moved with a feminine mystique.
Octavio relished the moment. He was drawn by Elliott's private session. The younger man could have easily been mistaken as a female. His hairless arms and legs would have conjured misinterpretations, but his flat chest would have been a dead giveaway to his true nature. But Octavio didn't care. He felt so entranced by Elliott and his girlish manners. Octavio wanted him. He wanted the redhead more than anything.
Elliott turned around and caught sight of Octavio taking a peek. But he didn't scream, nor did he try to hide the bare facts. He smiled and waved at the older man. Octavio slowly waved back. The green dress suited Elliott so perfectly. The appearance made Octavio give a signal with his fingers. Asking his next-door neighbor if he could come in.
Elliott gave his approval with his own hand signal.
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And before he knew it, Octavio paid him a visit. Elliott showed no restrictions. He brought Octavio into the living room. He still wore his simple green dress for the occasion. Octavio had no objections. He enjoyed the view so far.
He couldn't help but say, "You look so good tonight."
Elliott gave a girly chuckle. "Thank you. I knew I'd look good in this."
Octavio took a seat on the sofa. He couldn't look away from the younger man. The transition between apparels couldn't have been more smooth. Elliott was a natural.
Octavio smiled. "You made the right choice with that dress."
Elliott stood with a gentle pride. "Oh, yeah. It's already one of my top favorites."
Octavio eyed him from top to bottom. Elliott's slim exterior drew him in even more. It was a process that helped him erase the struggles from the past.
