"We need a road trip," says Braydon, my neighbor at the trailer park. The blonde bearded man was in his late 20's, with at least five different baby mamas' in Wisconsin alone. "I mean if you're seriously going to marry this Keith guy."
I sit on my porch drinking a Walmart brand sparkling water. "I kinda have to," I groan, patting my growing belly. At 12 weeks pregnant, I was already showing more than I would like. "But I'm keeping my trailer just in case."
"Just in case you get tired of fucking a dirty old man?"
"Well, you're almost 30," I say with a forced laugh. Was keeping my trailer in case I had to run from my notoriously abusive, filthy-rich betrothed. "Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."
My friend, Q emerged from Braydon's trailer, wearing one of his t-shirts over what I could tell was just a bra. "That shower was so nice." I knew she had been in his trailer working on his 'DIY' internet and satellite TV connection. Her blue hair looked a shade darker in the sparkling sun. Maybe because it was wet. "So, what are we talking about?"
"We need to go on a road trip before Alicia makes the biggest mistake of her life."
"Piss off," I say as I confidently stand up to walk away. "I'm going to go visit Tony at the rehab clinic." With a running start, I transformed into a deer. I would have preferred a smaller, less conspicuous transformation, but ever since my pregnancy started showing, those have not been coming to me as easily. As a deer, I had more control over where my body weight distributed and even what clothing I would be able to sneak in with me. (Don't ask where my clothing hides when I'm transformed, it can get awkward.)
In the form of a meek brown doe, I approached Tony's first-floor window. The rehab clinic was in an area adjacent to a forest, so interaction with wildlife was expected and encouraged, to better assist in the mental/emotional recovery of the patients.
Tony brushed his long dark brown hair from his eyes and gave the sweetest smile.
"Hi there," he says to the deer, opening his window on instinct. After all, does are pretty cute.
I pause for a moment, as his smile warms my heart. "Can I come in?" I ask in my human voice, I imagine this image was something out of a Disney movie.
He began to lift the window, so I transformed back into my human form.
"Thanks, Tony." But as I place my hands on the window, I follow his line of sight, narrowly avoiding getting my fingers smashed. "What the Fuck?"
"You're wearing his ring?" Tony's voice was as cold as his glare.
I want to badly to scream from the rooftops, 'I don't love your dad, this baby is yours!' looking into his eyes, my mind was lost. "It's just a con."
Tony shakes his head but relents and opens the window. "Is that why you're here? To con me?"
I leap through the window like a cat before he has a chance to change his mind. "You know that's not true."
Tony, wearing a hospital issue gray sweat-shirt and matching sweatpants, took a seat on his hospital bed. Through the loose fabric of his pants I can clearly make out his hard cock pressed against his stomach. "as long as you're here, might as well check out my therapeutic modification."
"therapeutic modification?"
Tony laid back, allowing his cock to come up for air. I watched as he started to masturbate, producing a large amount of pre-cum. "subdermal implants."
He moves his hand just enough to allow me to see the new ribbing under his skin. "Is it humming?" I had seen subdermal implants- they usually did not make electronic sounds. "Did Q put that in?"
"Q designed it, but Nurse Joy put it in."
"Nurse Joy, as in the Pokemon character?"
"Yeah," Tony was still masturbating as he spoke, "the methadone was doing a number on my kidneys, but I couldn't even piss. But Q, she's my savior, she invented a way for me to control my cock without getting high." He starts to laugh.
"And Nurse Joy?"
"You'll meet him soon enough."
Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. The door flew open and a tall, supermodel gorgeous Latino boy stood with his arms outstretched like cowboy entering a saloon. He looked to be around the same age as Tony, maybe a little older, but defiantly under the age of 21.
This boy had cheekbones and dark eyes, like a young Benjamin Bratt. As he shut the door and started to take off his green hospital issue pink scrubs he looked even more like a Benjamin Bratt, back in his "Blood in Blood out" days; ghetto-sexy.
"You ready for me?" he says in a soft moan as he gives Tony a slow, tender kiss.
"I'm always ready." His modified cock was glistening.
'Nurse Joy' started to give him a handjob, as they continued to kiss. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. "You know he has HIV."
"I know, my boy, Tony, doesn't keep any secrets from me." The 'nurse' started to kiss Tony's chest, down his abs. with every touch, he appeared to be transferring small jolts of white energy into Tony's skin. "I want to tattoo you, just right down your ribs."
"Promise to use your powers?" Tony was not even completely undressed but I could tell he was experiencing a full body orgasm (possibly even in his robotic legs.)
"Of course, man, you know I'd never hurt you." 'Nurse Joy' with his large, muscular hands, slowly removed Tony's sweatpants, revealing his tensed, prosthetic legs. "I only want to make you feel good. I love you, Tony." He took Tony's cock in his mouth licking and sucking. As he glides his tongue down the shaft the white sparkling energy glows brighter, stronger. "I think you are ready for me."
Tony sat up and repositioned himself to penetrate his lover in the missionary position. The light was becoming blinding. I was about to get up and make my way back out the window when a hand grasped my arm.
"Meet me on the roof," said a very familiar voice.
I quickly slipped out the door and made my way to the nearest set of stairs. When I made it to the roof I looked around; the area was not that large. "Q? Where are you?"
"Behind the pillar," her reply came from behind a tall metal pillar that blocked her from the view of any cameras. As expected, the area was covered in cigarettes.
"How did you get here so fast?"
"I hang out here all the time." Q turns to me with a smirk. "I see you've met Austin."
"Oh, Nurse Joy isn't his birth name?" I ask sarcastically.
"Well, Q isn't my birth name."
"I see your point. So tell me how and why does Tony have a robotic dick?"
"I forgot, you were too busy shagging his daddy to come with me that day."
"I was with you the day we had him admitted," I point out, with a tinge of anger. Tony had been five days clean and sober, as required. So, although he was still violently ill, he was allowed into the detox program.
"And after that it took you three days to visit him."
"So?" Q was right. When I had finally gotten around to visiting Tony was barely responsive, his body writhing in pain. But I chalked that up to his illness. "You didn't answer my question."
"His kidneys were failing; the poor guy couldn't even take a piss."
"Yeah, I've heard, but why and how did you make a robotic prosthetic for his cock?"
"I knew the science behind his legs; the way that they connect directly to his nervous system. I created a series of electrodes that would allow him to control the blood flow to the muscles of his lower body, as well as his sexual organs, all without the use of illegal narcotics."
"Where does Austin come in? Is he a patient?"
"He's actually a volunteer. And on his free time, he works as a therapeutic massage expert." The words flowed from her mouth with such confidence.
"Ya don't say..."
"Ok, fine he's an escort who sleeps with lonely rich women and sometimes men. He has a healing power, I can't really explain it. But it's really magical. Austin can tell you more when he gets up here."
Magical? "How do you know he's coming up here?"
"This is the smoking spot because cigarettes are actually forbidden in the clinic- even for staff, visitors, and volunteers." She opens her purse to offer me a cigarette.
"Thanks." I looked at my watch, awaiting Austin's appearance. "So, you sucked off Tony while cutting his dick?"
