Part 2

The transvestite was waiting at the top. The lab reminded Shishido of an insane asylum (not that he'd ever been in one), all white and all too clean. The man was clad now in a dress made of a material that a surgeon might wear while performing an operation. There were a string of pearls about his neck that reflected the lights of the room in an odd way.

"Well, hello. I'm Oshitari Yuushi, and this is my humble home. It's not often that we accept visitors, or offer them hospitality. And what charming underclothes you both have."

There was a chorus of chuckles, and Shishido looked up, startled, to see that there was an audience scattered above them on a balcony of sorts. Shishido tried to cover up his frilly bra, but failed miserably.

"Hi, I'm Ohtori Choutarou, and this is my fiancé, Shishido Ryou," Ohtori said. He stepped forward and offered his hand. The man shook it. The smirk never left his face.

"I'm charmed to meet you," he said. Especially you, Shishido." Oshitari kissed Shishido's hand, and Shishido wondered what kind of mental illness he had. Ohtori started to splutter, and tore Shishido's hand away. Shishido yelped in pain.

"We just want to use your phone!" Ohtori exclaimed. Oshitari smirked at him.

"What a strong man you are," he said. "So…dominant." He was looking pointedly at Ohtori's crotch when he said this. Ohtori blushed an odd shade of purple, and tried to cover himself up.

"You must be so proud of him, Shishido."

"Actually, I'm dominant," Shishido said, not wanting the people here to get the wrong impression. There were more titters from upstairs, and he narrowed his eyes.

Oshitari strutted over to a rectangular box that was in the middle of the room, and he petted it lovingly (and rather seductively).

"You've come on a good night. Tonight, I'm going to conduct an experiment. You see, I have discovered the secret to life itself. I also know sasquatch and I sell life insurance. Here's my card."

The audience applauded. Oshitari bowed deeply.

"Hiyoshi, Taki, Jiroh. It's time."

The butler, the maid, and the man in the top hat went to his side. He did something complicated with several levers, a tennis racket, a blender, three eggs, some snack mix, a large octopus, twelve long-stemmed red roses, a bucket of cow manure, sixteen rubber chickens, and a dirty old sock. The lights in the room flickered, the audience above ooed and awed, and Oshitari laughed (not manically, more sensually). He raised his arms to the heavens (or whatever was up there, he didn't look like the heavenly type) and lightning flashed behind him (which was really quite messy, as it struck the leftover bag of cow manure, which burst open) and all of the lights went out.

When they flickered back on, a bandaged figure rose from the rectangular box. It was quite small, and when Hiyoshi, Taki, and Jiroh unwrapped it, they revealed a somewhat scrawny redheaded man wearing a pair of gold short shorts and gold booties. He surveyed his new surrounding, let out an obnoxious whine, and started doing back flips around the room.

"Oh, the tennis racket of doom is hanging over my head! And I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread. Oh, woe is me! My life is a misery! Oh can't you see that I'm rather constricted in this underwear?"

Oshitari began chasing his creation around the room, trying to catch him. The newly-born person was as slippery as a fish.

"I woke up this morning with a start when I fell out of bed --"

"That ain't no crime!" Shishido looked up, startled at the sound of the audience now singing. The creation started to twirl and cartwheel through them.

"I left from my dreaming with a feeling of considerable dread --"

"That ain't no crime!"

"My high is low -- I'm pretty bendy and I have to go! All I know is that if I don't take a piss soon I'm gonna blow!"

"Come back, Gakuto!" Oshitari exclaimed.

"The tennis racket of doom is hanging over my head! And I've got the feeling that someone's gonna be cutting the thread! Oh, woe is me! My life is a mystery! I don't understand why I was born in these panties!"

"Sha la la la that ain't no crime! Sha la la la we like to rhyme! Sha la la!"

The new creation did an intricate back flip and twist combination and landed on his feet right next to his bed. Oshitari was finally able to catch up to him.

"Gakuto, that is no way to behave on your first day out," he scolded. He couldn't keep his anger for very long, especially when Gakuto wriggled a bit and then bit Oshitari's ear.

"But, since you're exceptionally bendy, I'll forgive you." Gakuto wriggled in excitement. There was tremendous applause. Oshitari turned to his helpers. "Well?"

"It's a credit to your genius," Hiyoshi said, through clenched teeth.

"Simply marvelous," Taki said, with a fake British accent.

Jiroh yawned. "S'okay."

"Okay? Okay?" Oshitari stomped his foot, which caused a tremor in the floor, due to the rather large heels on his shoes. He took Gakuto by the hand and dragged him over to where Shishido and Ohtori stood, quite bewildered.

"What do you think of him?" Oshitari asked.

"Well, I don't like men that are too flexible," Shishido said, looking fondly at Choutarou, who was too tall and lanky to really twist around into a human pretzel.

"I didn't make him for you," Oshitari pointed out, and with a grand toss of his head, he pointed his nose in the air, and proceeded to fondle Gakuto right there in front of everyone.

"A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds, is perfect for me because I can bend him around. And soon, in our bed, with a determined sort of lust, even though he is weak, he will be quite robust."

Oshitari gave Gakuto a neatly wrapped present. The tag said "Happy Birthday, Mukahi Gakuto." The package was pink. Gakuto tore it apart, and inside, he found an assortment of whips, chains, and a pair of pink handcuffs. He squealed in delight. Oshitari took one of the whips and cracked it experimentally.

"And with massage, and just a little bit of oil, this cute little bitch will make my blood boil. He'll wear a thong, man --"

"But the wrong thong!" the audience contributed.

"He'll eat nutritious high protein, and feed me peeled grapes. He'll jump, spin, and twist, and make my…soul wake. Such an effort, if he only knew of my plan! In just seven minutes, I can make you a man!"

Gakuto squealed again as Oshitari grabbed his crotch to demonstrate the "man" bit. The audience cackled again. Shishido wondered why he was starting to feel hot.

"He'll do back flips and forward flips, spin around on the ground! He thinks that kinky sex must be hard work. Such strenuous exercise I find quite appealing -- in just seven minutes, he'll hit the ceiling! In just seven minutes…I can make you a man!"

Oshitari and Gakuto's foreplay was interrupted by a motorcycle crashing through the door labeled "Deep Freeze". A man clad in leather stepped off the bike, and tossed his perfect hair. The air sparkled around him.

"Atobe!" Jiroh squealed, and he ran to him.

"So, you missed me, ah?" Atobe swung Jiroh around, and began a rather dirty dance with him.

"Whatever happened to Saturday night? When you wore a negligee and I wore something too tight? It don't seem the same since I've been living in the deep freeze -- my armpits are frozen and there's ice on my knees. It's not all that helpful for my porcelain complexion; not to mention that it really shrivels my -- toes. I used to go for a ride with a well-groomed person who'd go -- and listen to myself on the radio. I'm hotter than anyone else you'll ever meet, and that's why the world should worship at my feet! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love to be in control!"

Atobe pulled a saxophone out of his back pocket and began to play like a pro. Oshitari had a dark look in his eyes. He was quite clearly not amused.

"My head used to swim when I looked in the mirror. The perfection of myself is something I hold dear. I'd kiss my reflection, and then I would smile; I'd expect everyone to be bowing before me all the while. Whoever I was with would tell me they were mine, and I'd nod to acknowledge that I thought they were fine. There were always so many people, I couldn't keep track; I took to keeping a list written on my back! It felt pretty good when we jumped in the sack!

"Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love to be in control! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love to be in control!"

Atobe and Jiroh continued to boogie. Oshitari smashed in a case on the wall that said "Do not smash" and pulled out an ice pick. He wielded it expertly with a manic smile on his face, and chased Atobe back into the deep freeze.

"You can't do this to me!" Shishido and Ohtori could hear Atobe yell. "I'm much prettier than you are! AAAH!"

Oshitari emerged covered in blood. He licked some of it from his lips and gave a confident smile. "He had it coming," he said. The audience laughed once again. He went to Gakuto, who was pouting.

"Don't be upset," he said. "It was a mercy killing. His head was too big for his body. You, on the other hand, are perfectly proportioned."

Gakuto struck a pose which was meant to expose his groin. It was very successful. Oshitari chuckled.

"Smooth legs and sharp teeth; A hot groin, and two feet, makes me ooooh --" Oshitari shook himself all over. "Drool! Makes me want to get it oo~~~ooon…In just seven minutes, oh baby, I can make you a man!"

Oshitari picked Gakuto up and slung him across his shoulders. "I don't want any half-hearted doings, just really fine screwings!"

"I'm a pretzel fan!" Shishido howled. He coughed when both Ohtori and Oshitari shot him startled glances. Oshitari didn't allow it to stop him from finishing what he had started, however.

"In just seven minutes, I can make you a man!" A door opened up in the wall, and Oshitari tossed Gakuto on a bed with silk sheets. Curtains closed across them, and Shishido and Ohtori were left to stare in confusion.

Hiyoshi grabbed Ohtori, Taki grabbed Shishido, and they dragged them away to separate rooms.

End of Part 2

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