Book Excerpt for Angelo Angel

Angelo Angel -- Extract

Angelo * Popsicle Man * Women Always Turn Moody * Selling Him on The Transformation Room * Into The Transformation Room * Purge-atory * In Heaven * Angel Panties * Halo, Dress and Devilish Makeup * Earning His Wings * His Turn to Scream * Angel in Diapers * Caring about Linda and Everybody * So Much Passion

Wendy

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In Heaven

He walked unsteadily as she led him to a bed under a canopy of white ruffles.

Jesus, what kind of place was this?

He looked up, and through the dim light saw he was in a large bedroom made for a little girl.

Besides the canopy bed, there was a very big playpen, a doll house, a small makeup table, and shelves full of toys, games, dolls and stuffed animals.

What was even crazier, was what he could sense -- as though the drug was giving him ESP, the large walk-in closet was filled with little girl clothes and dresses, especially fancy ones with lots of ruffles and lace, all in pastel colors. The three dressers were filled with little girl underwear: pullover undershirts, ruffled anklets and, most overwhelming of all, panties: ruffled panties, panties in pastel colors, panties with nothing on the rear but ruffles, panties of silky nylon, and many more.

Angelo had two younger sisters, so he knew about the clothes they wore, but as a boy hadn't paid any attention to it. Now he was surrounded by such clothes.

Naked in a room full of them. It was disturbing.

He experienced all this in just a short period, for Wendy was putting him on the top of the bed so he was lying on his back, still naked, his dick open to the cool breeze of the air conditioning.

Wendy sat down beside him on a small chair.

"What're you going to do to me?" Angelo asked.

"Help you find your heart's deepest desire?"

"When it's start?"

"It already has. Don't you feel it?"

"No -- " Then he did. He was flying through space, like Superman in the movies. No, more like floating on a cloud. His body was so soft and lightweight he felt the air currents like birds must -- as a solid mass of shifting thickness, sometimes hard sometimes soft so he dropped down, like a mattress with different thicknesses of foam.

And he felt relaxed, weightless, drifting through the upper air of the atmosphere, through clouds, with sunlight shining all around and through him.

Wendy was speaking in a smooth, soft voice, like a slow chant. Angelo could hear her, but not her words, just the melody of her voice.

She was calm, he was calm, this vast sky-world all around him was calm.

Peaceful. Calm. Harmonious. No problems, no frictions.

That's what he liked, he realized. Peace and calm. Harmony.

That's all he wanted. That's why he didn't have any emotions except to want what he wanted, but deep down not to care.

He didn't want trouble. He didn't want conflict. He didn't want disappointment.

He just wanted this warm, universal womb feeling of total peace, where he had everything he needed.

It was Heaven.

That was his deepest desire -- to live in Heaven.

To be an angel.