So I quit my job, and I've wasted the last few weeks doing nothing. Out of the blue my only friend, offered me an opportunity to work at his former job as an inventory sorter and said I could crash at his place.
Problems are, my friend is a covert gomo with severe autogynephilia. We were watching a movie one time and he asked me if he'd look well in a dress. My brain didn't process it well the first few seconds because he's a rather masculine looking fellow, but I had my suspicions. I told him no, that it wouldn't work because its just not possible for him to pass.
Next issue is, I'm pretty sure he'd come onto me. His text said that there's a room with lots of privacy for the two of us to hang out in.
Fucking hell. Maybe I should just go camp by the river again and smoke lots of weed for the next few months.