Evil Fag-Hag

(and other Occult Stories)

by Quizzer

  

I used to be your average 18 year old male, loved to party with the boys and lust after the girls but that was BEFORE. Before I started hanging out at this occult bookstore, I always had an interest in astrology, you see.

Attending astrology classes at the New Moon Bookstore was the perfect arena for me to meet the choicest available young women.

You could call my tactics another form of the "What's your sign?" pick-up line. Much better than a bar or tavern if you needed to get laid, there were so many good looking and vulnerable females into the occult.

Quite often, you'd be seeing me with an old childhood buddy, Dave Valery. We'd be found smoking dope outside the occult bookstore with some major league babe we just met at our favorite new-age hangout. We liked it.

Foxy looking babes and other important people were beginning to notice us young male bucks once we made our introductions into this exotic new world of sexual adventure.

One society lady started inviting me to her much sought after Friday night gatherings. There was plenty of wine and cheese to enjoy while my occult sponsor gave her uptown high-heeled lady friends palm and/or Tarot card readings.

This alluring world of new-age females was becoming a happy hunting ground of seduction for me, a young buck trying to score way out of his league. Too bad the stars of forbidden love had other plans.

They say you never see the car that runs you over; a hard-bodied handsome occult stallion captivated my silly romantic heart so easily.

The myriad of females who frequented the occult bookstore seemed to be fascinated by a certain vegetarian gay stallion astrologer named Fred Majowski. Although favored by ruggedly masculine good looks and well versed in other occult lore, few of his fellow astrologers appeared to like him very much.

Fred Majowski was one of those guys who had to dominate everything organization he was involved with. The other astrologers in the group hated to lock horns with or even to argue against such a dogmatic and arrogant occult know-it-all.

Did I mention he was gay? It was rumored that this frisky, 30 something gay stallion enjoyed many (young cute male) sexual conquests.

As militant vegetarian and health food nut AND prosperous owner of a chain of local co-op health food stores, Fred Majowski frequently attended these new-age social gathering with his own circle of like minded vegan cohorts.

That's when I acted up sassy teen-age naughty to torment that arrogant, gay occult know-it-all. I playfully heckled Fred Majowski in front of an amused (mostly female) astrology crowd, edgy young male buck challenging that harsh occult faggot about his vegan dogma.

At one astrology lecture, the perfect target for my sassy teen-age wit, Fred Majowski stated: "White sugar is so unhealthy for human beings - it should be illegal!"

"So you really want to do to white sugar what our government already does to cocaine! Is that it, Freddy? You want to make the stuff illegal?"

I had to tease that arrogant occult know-it-all vegetarian faggot. That's what Fred Majowski's pretty vegan lover boys call him, 'Freddy.' Allan Sheppard told me that about his fellow gay astrologer.

Allan is another new friend I've met in the occult, a drinking buddy of mine who happens to be gay. Not an arrogant know everything vegan faggot like Fred Majowski, me and Allan would often drink beer or smoke dope together at these parties the occult bookstore hosts so often.

I actually enjoy tormenting and heckling Fred Majowski when the other astrology people are around - even if Allan thinks I'm playing with something wild.

"Better NOT be getting THAT harsh booty bandit TOO interested about your cherry tight behind!" Allan would warn me playfully after flirting naughty to that harsh new-age lover after a few too many beers or puffs of marijuana smoke.

I always turned confident in dismissal at my gay drinking buddy's warnings of forbidden sexual conquest, sneering back at my party companions with alcoholic teen-ager attitude.

Allan Sheppard is one of those freaks that think everybody they know is as twisted as they are. As if I could be attracted to another dude - especially one as infuriating and arrogant as Fred Majowski.

I mean that harsh occult booty bandit was fun to tease and tell jokes to sometimes - but to actually have perverted sex with someone who doesn't even care for you to get stoned?

I mean even a twisted burnt out tri-sexual faggot like Allan Sheppard should know better that that - lifestyle issues for one!

I knew I wasn't gay at all, was getting laid regularly by a myriad of different girlfriends.

So many females available for seduction in my ever-expanding social circle, so I smiled back at the Fag-Hag with beer in hand - as if in toast to her and close friend Majowski.

My silly alcoholic moment teasing a harsh gay tiger on the prowl, that's when Irene spoke up to deflate my ego in front of everyone.

As Fred Majowski's dearest of female pals, she certainly surmised my romantic fate: Saying to everyone quite loudly:

"Fred Majowski could bed down that stoned-out Scorpio tart so easily - it would be like taking candy away from a baby!"

By then the beers were starting to get to me, so this stoned out Scorpio tart had to answer her back with attitude.

I mean the bitch just insulted me in front of everybody there, it wasn't like Irene and me was pals back then. She wasn't exactly babe material either, in her forties and getting grayer.

It was unbelievable how critical and judgmental she was about this blond haired young buck male, a guy into mingling inside her occult social circle just so the gals could lay him regularly.

So I angrily called her a 'fag hag'.

 

#1

A Telephone conversation (months later.)

"You probably think what I did was evil and controlling." Irene remarked to Allan Sheppard over the phone. But I never would have done what I did if that drunken macho, closet queen hadn't called me a fag hag at that party a few months ago."

"I remember." Allan recalled, The boy was acting up to disrespect you in front of Duane Herle and his posse of motorcycle goons - I still think it was kinda funny."

A bearded, age thirty-hippie type person into the new-age party scene, Allan Sheppard knew all about Irene, quite the mean and mystical druid occult 'fag hag'.

He was almost in awe of her ability to use magic, often unleashing her Druid expertise on formerly troublesome males.

When Irene's most cherished of friends, a certain hard-bodied gay stallion named Fred Majowski, confronted edgy Scorpio blondie about his name calling and disrespect, it was a verbal exchange that threatened to become ugly.

Silly cute young male buck facing up to Irene=s closest of male friends, a bold face to face confrontation, doing it in front of hard core biker cohorts for support too.

That was when the more yuppie patrons of our favorite occult bookstore began to take notice, watching a silly boozed up Scorpio youth acting stupid in front of his posse of drinking buddies.

The Fag Hag was seething in resentment while it happened: drunken teen-age antics unleashed upon her dearest of friends, tormenting Fred Majowski with drug crazed motorcycle gangsters as backup.

Now her friend was standing tall amid a drunken hostile crowd.

Duane Herle and his gang of edgy motorcycle toughs were only becoming encouraged by such a silly macho acting 18-year-old tart.

A silly stoned out youth deciding Irene's closest of friends was somehow perverted, that's when the boy boldly asked Fred Majowski if he believed in 'natural sex?"

The Fag-Hag wasn't amused seeing it, more drunken antics from a youth she already didn't approve of. Stoned out Scorpio blondie making cruel in passive aggressive tease, calling the druid priestess Irene a 'fag-hag'................

asking her dearest friend with plenty of muscle as back up in angry homophobic intimidation. It that wasn't enough, teasing her strong gay friend by asking if he 'believed in natural sex", by then the mean-spirited tribal motorcycle posse decided to add their brand of boozy comment:

Ill mannered biker ruffians kissing their slutty leather-clad girlfriends in naughty spirited torment, as if Fred Majowski and his brand of new age romance somehow wasn't 'natural.'

Allan Sheppard couldn't help but laugh loudly and rude, thinking of his one time drinking buddy, the silly Scorpio lover boy and his lame attempts at seduction on the Fag-Hag's own turf.

Quite playfully acting cute and silly doing too. A defiantly naughty teen-age tart having no idea of the consequences, he somehow managed to awaken the militant spirit of a long-ago faith.

The ruling goddess of alternate romance, she was waking up angrily to new-age mysticism - and hearing strange blasphemy. An impure male began by slandering a most high Druid Priestess by calling her a 'fag hag', big mistake.

That's what the silly young, skirt chasing male buck did when he disrespected the Druid Priestess Irene by calling her a 'Fag-Hag', asking her devoted friend if he believed in 'natural sex?"

Doing such silly macho drunken antics in front of stoned out edgy motorcycle ruffians too, big mistake.

That party silly teen-age tart merely inspired a witchy 'Fag-Hag' and her totally gay ideas of poetic justice.

How Irene and her potent gay stallion occult pal, Fred Majowski emotionally checkmated party boy macho Scorpio blondie into a boldly femme styled makeover.

A devoted follower of Wicca (witchcraft and other Druid lore) merely used her considerable occult skills to transform that sassy cute young male buck fashionable femme in sweet poetic justice.

It was her occult natural retribution for that outlaw lover boy, making cruel his passive aggressive tease, using motorcycle cohorts for support, taking part in homophobic hazing.

The Fag-Hag was a potent spiritual force few mere mortal males could afford to piss off!

 

Chapter #2 Morning after....

Morning after another occult bookstore party, Irene was beginning to feel depressed. It had to be an internal response about her role in last night's threatening occult party climate.

She should have known better than to confront those drug-crazed motorcycle cohorts when the serious drinking began. Rebellious amoral, ill-mannered characters, all of them - with that stoned out sassy Scorpio tart acting as their head cheerleader!

In that instant, the Goddess Priestess known as Irene had one of those glorious occult flashes of vision in her druid trained mind's eye, she laughed.

Quite funny in a way, a notorious 'fag hag' seeing her wayward outlaw lover boy dressed up in girly cheerleader attire.

Quite bewitchingly female in her vision as a very athletic high school girl too, Pony tail blondie kicking up her routines so femme and leggy in her school uniform, waving cheerleader pom-poms in a short short skirt to pump up that edgy biker crowd from last night's dreadful occult party.

It was an ironic but menacing image of last night=s hazing incident, their cruel homophobic teasing.

To Irene, those strange image flashes in her mind's eye were merely occult messages of inspiration for one properly trained in the Druid art, reading those visions and omens for inspiration somehow.

Then the mystical occult Fag-Hag noticed another vision and she understood. "Lover boy needs to cheer for another team", the witchy on steroids occult 'Fag-Hag' decided.

This more revealing vision appeared much the same as the old, but this other cheerleader blondie image was clad in different colors than before.

Then Irene noticed some other fantasy players, football jocks from the sidelines in her latest dreamy image of Scorpio blondie as cheerleader:

Cute and alluring as she began kicking up smooth shaven femme legs with enthusiasm as her own team came onto the field.

The evil 'Fag-Hag' cackled with glee as she recognized some of the players in her new-age Druid vision; Fred Majowski and several friends from his vegan co-op, gay males who already inhibited her friend' world.

Like-minded individuals sharing Fred Majowski's vegetarian and occult lifestyle, it had to be a picture of something wild. She decided, that mystical Druid vision of Scorpio blondie cheering for much nicer team, a vegetarian and new-age gay crowd.

It had to be a better class of people than those drug-crazed motorcycle goons he parties with now.

For a moment she wondered if her spirited naughty male Scorpio buck could be closet gay, trying to drown out his repressed homosexual urges by being compulsive about seducing women.

Maybe that's his hang up, the Fag Hag reasoned, probably understanding the sexual dynamics for once. The outlaw lover boy had to be struggling in the closet with sexual identity issues, some guys can't admit to themselves that they=re gay, she reasoned.

It had to be something like that, suspecting the naughty confused Scorpio youth who called her a 'fag-hag' only last night.

An intense soap opera drama of alternate sexuality playing out in the Fag-Hag's world, closet gay lover boy acting out his forbidden romantic urges in rude homophobic behavior.

All his verbal insults and sarcastic teasing, for example, Fred Majowski had to be the perfect target for the silly lover boy's repressed homoerotic feelings, such an occult vegetarian and handsome new-age suitor.

Poor boy, the Fag Hag chuckled privately, finally having an insight into the troubling situation in her social circle. She enjoyed the romantic intrigue between her friends and acquaintances.

The drunken rude, silly antics of the Scorpio youth infuriated her during last night's party. Now she realized the confused skirt-chaser was just too deep in forbidden love's anguish, poor boy!

His restless soul had no idea the concept of alternative romance would capture his inexperienced heart.

A shaken lover boy being swept away in a fierce emotional tide, feeling vulnerable and afraid of forbidden sexual attractions. A heart feeling quite lost at sea, gay shark infested waters.

Performing passive aggressive teen-age pranks to attract his eyes, a frisky gay stallion cruising his happy hunting grounds confidently now.

Everyone at the New Moon Bookstore had to notice but few understood.

The Fag Hag understood it, Scorpio boyfriend loudly making sultry body language to attract romantic attention. Wishing to attract the attentions of a very different kind of new-age lover, needing emotional rescue deep in the gay garden of love.

 

# 3

Most fascinating were the sexual escapes of her dearest friend Fred Majowski, a vegan health food fanatic who despised the casual use of drugs and alcohol, the guy had his faults; yet her Freddy deserved much better than that.

As prosperous owner of several nutrition and health food stores, Irene would have been attracted to the man if she thought he was her type.

Fred Majowski was always such a dear, always willing to help or listen to her when it came to providing emotional support, not like most men. More than son to her in fact, not like her own son according to biology.

That lazy, unmotivated, cocaine addicted lump was only interested in living off his father's trust fund. A user, Irene thought bitterly, someone who=d never phone or visit unless he wanted something.

Not like the members of the gay community, those who sometimes shared her interests, that circle of friends she=d chosen to share time with in this karmic lifetime.

Although blessed with masculine good looks and an active, well-cultivated mind - most of the astrologers in their study group disliked him.

Freddy could be witty and charming when he needed to be, mostly around the (younger, cuter gay) guys.

As former fashion model in her late forties, Irene had the romantic good sense to marry well - becoming generously rewarded when her husband (the bastard!) decided to compulsively cheat on her.

Those generous support payments from her former husband were the least examples of her revenge. The Fag Hag always gets even, you see.

With that wonderful female instinct to manage and control, closet queen Scorpio boyfriend made a big mistake when he acted drunken rude amid his biker cohorts.

Those sexual tensions between lover boy in denial and her strong gay friend, Fred Majowski was certainly the type of romantic dilemma a witchy 'Fag-Hag' could handle easily!

Fred Majowski, she shuddered even at the thought, her very best friend attracted to some skirt chasing character as that teen-age tart, a stoned party loving, rogue male.

While females in astrology class wanted to understand the craft for new-age awareness - that Scorpio pervert was practicing his technique to pick up girls!

Many females seemed especially interested in occult lore during times of personal problems, often involving significant others.

Once a person starts to confide in you about their personal problems, they tend to view you as a friend.

For some, it could be an important first step on the road to seduction. That amoral skirt-chasing predator blondie was mis-using whatever occult knowledge he could use (or fake) in that never-ending male quest to get laid.

It made the fag hag's blood boil, it did. "Something had to be done!" She seethed, but what?

Venus and Mars, she noticed it right away, connections between the birth charts of those most involved, those two boys. Well, neither one could be considered a boy, the blond haired youth was of legal age and her friend Fred was over thirty now.

Yet as astrologer, Irene loved to track the birth charts and planetary trends of her Freddy's love life - quite an educational experience for an astrologer who also happens to be a Fag-Hag.

Venus and Mars in each other's chart were making a crazy quilt of astrological connections to each other that fairly screamed sexual tension between them, her closest friend and that sassy cute little gay teaser, her current troublesome problem child.

 

Those two always did have a strange relationship. How many times had she noticed their eyes, glancing upon each other amused in passing?

Furtive eyes lingering awhile sometimes to stare B especially if one thought the other wasn't looking.

Her Freddy wasn't exactly shy when he was aroused and interested, quite aggressive gay shark eyes lingering on naughty ass Scorpio blondie with bad sexual intent.

All the basic astrology indicators between the two suggested an on-coming forbidden love tryst. It wasn't that Fred Majowski lacked for romantic opportunity.

With masculine good looks, athletic well-toned body and poetic sense of wit and charm - that frisky gay stallion certainly ran wild in his world of alternate romance.

A number of cute but troubled gay youth began using one of his alternative health food stores as a hangout, his service to the larger community, perhaps.

He also admitted that taking care of his stable of boys took a large amount of his time.

Poor Freddy, the Fag Hag dallied deep in thought again, wondering if her closest of friends would ever settle down to a single mate. With his insatiable sexual appetite, she doubted it.

Instead, his well-oiled gay love machine appeared about ready to take another romantic conquest.

This time it had to be a youth moody with addiction issues as baggage, someone rebellious and cute, sassy and blond with bad habits and worse companions.

An ill-mannered youth her Freddy had very little in common with, Fred Majowski would probably have a little power struggle bringing that newly gay rascal to heel. Her Freddy always enjoyed doing THAT! The Fag Hag decided.

She pondered how long it might take before Fred Majowski introduced his newly impaled Scorpio boyfriend to the vegan boys,

His stable of (mostly cute, gay) devoted young bucks, Allan told her that it seldom took stallion Freddy more than a few days to get the new lover willing to do the (often insecure, vegan and competitive) other guys.

Fred Majowski seemed especially jubilant during those first intense days of sexual breakthrough, riding his latest sexual partners so hard in frisky hand-to-hand bedroom contact.

A determined, muscular and handsome new-age lover bringing strong penetration to the deepest limit, quelling all silly notions of resistance.

In celebration of romantic victory on rumpled creamy bed sheets, Fred Majowski always pumped his sexual partners in excited creamy merger - until he emerged on top.

The Fag Hag hoped Scorpio blondie would perform well when his surprisingly gay romantic opportunity came. She knew her lusty friend Freddy often lost interest if any prospective lover surrendered too easily.

Irene looked again at blondie boy's astrology chart, there were some favorable aspects between those two. Mercury aspects in both their charts for one,

communication between those two sexual partners should be fantastic between the bed sheets, making for wonderful 'pillow talk!''

Would that be so bad? It almost sounded too good to be true to a militant Fag Hag bent on revenge!

All she needed to apply pressure was a photograph - convincing evidence of a naughty gay love tryst for all to see.

A photo or two of a sexually active Scorpio lover boy caught in an ultra-gay moment with Fred Majowski.

She could really apply the pressure on that clueless young male buck to full advantage - merely by threatening to circulate incriminating photos to everyone they knew.

Duane Herle and his hard-boiled posse of motorcycle goons, for example.

They'd be sure to beat her (soon to be reformed and gay) Scorpio rascal bloody, black and blue if they ever learned about such forbidden love.

Unless Fred Majowski was there to offer strong protection, the Fag Hag mused. She could already picture the image of her friend Freddy as knight in shining armor.

A mystical champion coming on horseback to save his vulnerable damsel in distress! His newly turned gay and cute ass rascal needing emotional rescue from drug crazed motorcycle thugs.

With her incriminating photos to use as blackmail, a determined 'fag hag' could apply enormous pressure on the boy to make positive changes in his life.

Maybe it wouldn't be necessary, she looked at Scorpio boyfriend's astrology chart again, mostly out of habit. His relationship planet was Neptune, which explained a lot.

It meant that her naughty teen-age tart was easily led astray by bad companions and was vulnerable to their influence, it also explained his attraction to drugs and alcohol.

Under proper guidance, this one could prove to be docile in the hands of a compelling and determined sexual partner, easy prey for his influence.

So much is going to change once his confused overwhelmed boyfriend heart surrenders to sensible and romantic Fred Majowski rule.

Luckily for her sexually confused Scorpio lover boy, a genuine 'fag hag'

Would be uniquely qualified to ease his forbidden romantic angst. His poor heart so off the map lost in a world of stormy new-age love.

It seemed only proper that she should help, Freddy would even approve. She could become a spiritual guide perhaps, with blackmail pictures to use as leverage, she'd be able to pry the boy away from bad companions to force feed compelling changes in attitude.

A certain handsome gay stallion friend of hers might help too, the 'Fag Hag' mused.

A totally aroused ramrod lover like her Freddy would ream that silly naughty ass Scorpio blondie until he turned vegetarian under wickedly strong new-age influence.

Chances are Freddy's next sexual partner would prove to be docile and tame in his shadow, Scorpio boyfriend's new-age lover so confident and strong.

As Fred Majowski's very best friend, the Fag-Hag was determined to make it happen, do her utmost to make a cheerfully reformed Scorpio blondie positively blossom in that gay garden of love.

 

# 4

Another telephone moment in occult history.............

 

"Something had to be done." The witchy on steroids 'fag-hag' ranted again over the phone, AI looked at the boy's astrology chart and shuddered, another typical amoral Scorpio male with animal instincts.

The witchy woman also know as Irene reported. "That cute looking blond haired degenerate just turned 18 years old too, a most dangerous age to be a male....

...He and his drunken drug-addicted low life drinking pals were nothing but sexual predators if you ask me!"

Allan Sheppard chuckled uneasily as the wickedly obsessed 'Fag-Hag' vented her venom. He suspected the woman was a closet bull dyke.

The Fag-Hag's very best friend, a certain gay stallion named Fred Majowski told Allan all about her in a rare moment of juicy gossip.

Sometimes she'd like to humiliate Freddy's boys, his stable as Allan described it. She occasionally loved the edgier gay, kinkier stuff too, training his boys to enjoy pain just a little.

Scorpio blondie was just the latest lover boy to fall under the spell of the Fag-Hag's closest friend, that strong and forbidden new-age lover.

Irene always resented it, seeing the young male bucks taking advantage of her favored social gatherings as some opportunity to seduce young and vulnerable women.

Yet as 'fag hag', Irene never imagined the contradictions other people noticed either. Her strong gay friend, Fred Majowski, was seldom shy when it came to seduction either.

With so many vulnerable women into the occult party scene, the Fag-Hag vented her venom against as certain rogue male element.

That out of control Scorpio party boy was among the worst offenders in her eyes, always misusing the occult social scene in order to meet girls and get laid.

Edgy cute male buck never imagined getting laid so wickedly fierce and often before. Quite the romantic surprise when it happened, a dominant new-age lover turning the seduction tables on that silly young male buck on the road to sexual adventure.

Lover-boy never imagined getting laid so wickedly fierce and often before - the Fag-Hag's dearest of friends doing it to him cheerfully from behind in totally female fashion!

"Scorpio boyfriend was the closet drama queen - until Fred Majowski decided to rescue his ass!" Allan Sheppard noted cheerfully agreed, recalling old times with Irene on the phone.

Their legendary party times of yore, getting together socially with all their new-age friends and acquaintances from the favorite occult bookstore:

"Remember when our little blond haired closet queen would always tease and heckle Fred Majowski during all our astrology group meetings?" Allan added.

"The boy would always be making those wise cracks whenever Freddy would lecture to the group, making lame jokes or sarcastic comments that were mostly funny - especially if there were girls around to laugh.

Once I warned that cute little teen-age tart not to be constantly doing that - It only made that harsh booty bandit interested in his sweet tight butt!"

"I remember when it happened too, just before he called me a 'fag-hag' Irene recalled, he really pissed me off back then, I was determined to get even."

"Like taking candy away from a baby." Allan mused recalling her exact words at the time.

As good friend to Fred Majowski and major league 'Fag Hag' - the Druid Priestess Irene quite expertly predicted the inevitable romantic outcome of Fred Majowski's forbidden sexual seduction.

The evil Fag-Hag and her spells were the forces that led that skirt chasing Scorpio lover boy astray into dangerous romantic territory, gay shark infested waters.

Her Freddy had to be the shark, of course. One aroused, hard-bodied handsome gay shark smelling blood on the water.

One confused inexperienced boyfriend heart easily devoured, absorbed into that fierce vegan occult world where the forbidden romance ruled so hard.

"It was a sexual polarity spell, wasn't it?" Allan Sheppard accused. "You'll certainly claim otherwise, but I know you've played that sort of card before.

That incantation your feminist coven conjures up sometimes that makes people attracted to - or repelled by one another. That's been the rumor that's

been circulating around Fred's vegan health food co-op these days." He reported.

Some boys must be getting jealous of the perfect mate I've been fashioning for my friend Freddy!" The Fag Hag cackled amused. "I love it!"

 

"Why didn't you cast some kind of spell like that for me - to jump-start my so-called love life?" Allan lamented over the phone. "I mean I'd just be happy picking up on the lovers Fred Majowski leaves behind!"

"And that's the point, Allan." The woman known as the Fag Hag remarked, pointing out a mystical and potent stallion like her Freddy didn't need Druid magic to increase his tally of conquests.

"I certainly believe Freddy would be a much better mentor for an alcoholic boyfriend that you, Allan Sheppard." She concluded, " A fellow who believes his body is something to be enjoyed like an amusement park!"

She also noted the fact that her sense of poetic justice demanded revenge. That's the main reason she worked so hard to ensure a certain outlaw lover boy became tame and femme in the hands of such a dynamic and strong forbidden lover.

A rebellious blond haired youth finally brought to heel, but also needing rescue from bad habits and worse companions.

"I certainly had to do something." The Fag Had said, "So I made up a subliminal tape."

She explained as if speaking to a small child. Any complicated spell by the occult crazies that passed for witches in this town had to considered ridiculous.

Did anyone have an idea of how difficult it would be to find a qualified Wicca High Priestess these days? We aren't exactly living in the Druid Ages, n'est ce pas?"

 

No, it was more practical to use the conventional techniques for hypnotic suggestion, a subliminal tape to be exact. Hypnotic commands disguised in an ordinary music or videotape.

When the tape is played, the listener's inner ear is vulnerable to subliminal messages and programming.

"And that worked, Irene?" Allan wondered, but was still a bit skeptical. Blondie boy was never into the transgender styles before - and Fred Majowski never was into dating the drag queens either.

It had to be a spell.

"That sounds too easy." Allan remarked in dismissal, hiding hypnotic commands inside music tapes to influence somebody's behavior.

"We all know it worked." The Fag Hag crowed, explaining that her tapes needed to be played awhile to reinforce the attitude adjustments.

Allan almost chilled when he realized it, the Fag Hag's cleverness using subliminal mind control. Her conquest, a newly femme styled ponytail blondie so physically active now.

How many times had he noticed that sensual young tart wearing tight-ass shorts and earphones, hearing 'music' tapes and exercising to the beat?

Those shapely smooth legs motivated to dance to a very different tune, a girly blank contented stare just listening dazed in approval, accepting exotic femme changes as karmic destiny.

Hormones, it suddenly dawned on him. Allan Sheppard realized the newly transformed boyfriend had a glassy glazed eye look, massive doses of female hormones were smoothing out his rougher edges to produce romantic changes.

Enough female chemistry coursing through his veins now to power a squad of perky cheerleaders! No wonder that former skirt-chaser appeared zonked out by the 'Fag-Hag's overwhelming influence.

 

"At first I wanted lover boy to acquire a taste for wearing women's footwear." The Fag Hag explained. Some basic cross dressing fetish to make blondie boy to doubt his confidence functioning as a male."

She explained her subliminal tapes helped ensure that forbidden romance would take strong root, dissolving any heterosexual inhibitions when their seductive moment came.

Once Fred Majowski wrestled his way on top in the bedroom, his checkmated lover boy would prove to be docile, well broken in and meek in the custody of a determined and accomplished sexual partner.

What could a friendly local neighborhood 'Fag-Hag' do but offer to help?

Assist that devoted and obedient sexual partner for her best friend, a hard-bodied handsome gay stallion, Freddy was a wonderful caring person who deserved a loyal and cuddly life mate.

He was prosperous and witty - everything a girl could only dream about, a fine catch. Except this incredibly accomplished new-age lover preferred his females to remain as friends.

Fred Majowski preferred the company of cuter, younger guys as lovers, those of legal age but looking sixteen or seventeen, Allan noted.

There was enough sexual tension between those two - it was almost inevitable when forbidden lust just exploded into passion for them, because those two were always feisty and enjoyed teasing one another.

Teasing opposites finding themselves deep in a secretive intense sexual explosion when their romantic moment finally came. A dazzling private adventure between the sheets they shared in vigorous new-age lust.

"You think everything that happened between my 'Destiny' and the biker boys has to be funny, Allan Sheppard." The Fag-Hag scolded.

Allan chuckled for a moment thinking about the name everybody in their social circle calls femme styled Scorpio blondie now, 'Destiny.'

Fred Majowski stood smiling in victory when he announced it. So romantic, the Fag-Hag and her social circle agreed.

The name offered in celebration of that romantic 'Destiny' which awaited naughty ass lover boy when he first ventured into the occult to get laid!

Duane Herle and his edgy drunken biker posse must have felt betrayed when that special relationship moment came.

Irene's obedient blond-haired rascal coming out proud and gay on sandaled high heels, everyone they knew at the occult bookstore must have seen it.

Angry stares from homophobic motorcycle thugs only played into the Fag-Hag's plans. Enraged former drinking buddies pushing her femme styled lover boy deeper into jubilant gay warrior hands - for protection!

"Truth in packaging." Fred Majowski crowed when he stepped up to take his prize, committed sexual partners standing kissy close in romantic agreement forever.

Pony-tail blondie standing proud and tall besides him, shapely sleek legs in pantyhose and bold high heels, lavender spandex tight-ass shorts caressed confidently from behind as others watched.

"They're out attending this society fund-raiser downtown." The 'Fag Hag' reported when Allan asked about the new-age couple.

As owner of a successful chain of heath food stores, a businessperson like Fred Majowski needed to keep up appearances, she explained.

"You've been busy." Allan conceded as the 'Fag Hag' elaborated on her role, schooling Freddy's quite inexperienced sexual partner in all those necessary female skills.

She instructed Scorpio blondie to move in a more fluid graceful manner, high heel sandals flexing in fashion model poise.

This new lover will make a well-mannered considerate partner for her Freddy in all those important social functions, a committed lover having actual social skills too.

No, her best friend deserved a more stable and acceptable public partner to serve him, an easily trainable life mate.

A pretty female face that her Freddy could proudly escort to those important society social gatherings, this latest one has to be a keeper.

The Fag-Hag actually created a devoted partner who could advance her Freddy's business interests - much better as a public image than those jealous, insecure vegan boys he sometimes dates now.

Quite the committed two-some now, all their friends at the occult bookstore agreed. Energetic sexual partners into heavy role-playing, acting out as a boy/girl couple too.

The 'Fag-Hag's' relentless subliminal programming and massive doses of female hormones acting to make it happen, most couldn't believe a formerly wild and crazy youth could become so polite and female pretty in the hands of such an arrogant vegan lover as Fred Majowski.

 

Just this afternoon she took ponytail blondie in hand to buy clothes at the mall, at the beauty shop, ears became pierced for the first time and nails done properly.

The Fag Hag insisted on a pedicure, leggy femme blondie in sandals having toenails trimmed and painted crimson red. A bold style meant to please him, to suit the tastes of that very demanding and accomplished ramrod lover.

It really didn't take very long before this exotic romantic couple became to be considered an item, few at the occult bookstore considered Scorpio blondie much at all anymore - except as Fred Majowski's (meek and cute) devoted life mate.

Lately, the other astrologers in their study group began to offer wardrobe items for clueless teen-age blondie too deep in forbidden love.

Some folks have remarked that her Freddy seems to be found smiling a lot more lately. Some have even accused that harsh vegan occult faggot of having a sense of humor.

So amusing when Irene pointed it out, the sexual dynamics of such a delightful new-age couple.

 

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