Angel dust

When you came to the hotel, Angel was almost immediately infatuated with you. You were… almost perfect. You wanted to be redeemed, you were kind, you were handsome, and you had a great sense of humor. You knew how to cook, clean, and probably other things. He imagined you were good with your hands. In all the different kinds of ways. He dreamt of you, and daydreamed of you sometimes. He liked you, a little too much.

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He shouldn’t like you though. He really shouldn’t. Every time he likes somebody in that way, his heart gets broken. So, he avoided falling in love for a while. But he just couldn’t help it. His poor heart melted for you, and he couldn’t put it back together. One day though, he saw you talking a to a lady, one that also stayed at the hotel. You seemed close. He didn’t feel jealous, just stupid. Stupid for thinking there was the chance you’d like men. Or at least a man like him.

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So, he went into his closet and grabbed the most girly clothes he had in there. He had a lot of girly clothes, but most were at the porn studio. He put on a black dress that fit him perfectly, displaying his curves. He fixed his hair, so it looked more like a woman’s and and put on heels. He looked at himself at the mirror, upset for wanting to change for you like this. But, he pushed that feeling away and came out of his room. He walked to your room and knocked. You opened and saw him, smiling shyly. “Hey…” He says softly, looking down.