After my class, I couldn’t get to my apartment fast enough. I certainly had a sense of dread of breaking up with my girlfriend. She was a nice person, and I certainly had no intention of telling her I would rather be a sissy fag, but on the other hand, she had never excites me, aroused me, or turned me on like I had been in the past few hours.

I wanted to know what was next. I wanted to do what was next. Whatever that was.

I got home and my roommate was standing in the living room waiting for me. I walked in the door and he said, are you ready? I said yes. He said, I’m going to give you one last chance. No fault, you can quit now. I said I don’t want to quit.

He said, I’m going to give you one last chance. I’m going to my room for 5 minutes. You can do whatever you want, but if you truly want to be my sissy faggot, when I walk back in this room, you will be standing here completely naked. He asked if I understood. I said yes. He walked in his room. I walked into my bedroom and stripped completely naked. I even took off my watch. Then walked back into the living room, with my raging erection and waited.

This may have been the longest 5 minutes of my life. He walked out of his bedroom and into our bathroom where he played around for several minutes. He walked into the living room and saw me naked, standing there.

He looked at me, and held up a bottle of pink nail polish. He said, I want you to call your girlfriend right now and dump her. I’m going to paint your nails while you dump her. You have until I’m done to talk to her, if you aren’t done by the time your nails are painted, I’m going to talk to her. Do you understand? I said yes. I sat down on the couch and called my girlfriend, while he started painting my toe nails. Needless to say the call didn’t go well. There was a lot of crying from her. She repeatedly asked me if I had another girlfriend. I mean. I didn’t lie, unless you counted me as the girlfriend. I didn’t even feel like we were half way through the phone call when my roommate was finished with my toes and started painting my finger nails. When he started on my last pinky finger, I cut the call short, said goodbye, good luck and hung up the phone.