I'll Be The Hero!

He beamed.

"That's what I've been told, yes. Hey, since we're both so gorgeous, we should marry, huh?"

Bera smiled, standing up suddenly.

"Now, it's time you left. I still need to get a quick shower before my next guest, so you really must leave."

"Can't I join you?" he asked, disappointed. "Bath time is more fun with more people. And I'm all sticky now."

He shook his head.

"Go shower somewhere else, dear. Come back on Friday around eleven, and we can have sex and go on a date right afterwards."

His eyes lit up.

"I will do that!" he exclaimed. "I'll be back on Friday--and I'll have money, too!!"

Bera pulled him into a steamy kiss before he gathered up Hiro's clothes and shoved him towards the door.

"Hurry."

Hiro quickly slipped on his clothes, putting his shoes on first for some retarded reason.

"...You really like me, don't you, Bera~" It wasn't a question so much as a pleased statement of fact.

Bera smiled, pulling on a sexy bathrobe.

"Perhaps. You'll have to wait until Friday to find out, big boy."

He waggled his eyebrows.

"You totally have the hots for me. Score." Fistpumping like a champ, he left the room with a swagger in his step. Though maybe that was just because his clothes were lighter without all the money.

Rolling his eyes, Bera headed for the showers, thoroughly exhausted. He needed a night off, sooner than Friday...

Hiro strutted back to the brothel the very next Friday, exactly ten minutes before eleven o' clock.

If there was a word to describe the way he felt, it was "pimpin'"; this probably had something to do with his gaudy red suit and huge, fur-trimmed jacket. He was shielded from the cold everywhere but his head, for he had chosen to let his mane flow manly and free instead of suppressing it in the sissy device known as "a hat". He still wore his gaudy purple sash, however--it clashed even more horribly with this outfit than it had with his last.

He stormed through the front door, finding the coat made it difficult to get inside. Nonetheless, he squeezed through after a few minutes of struggling.

He pointed to the lady at the counter, his many rings glittering in the light of the lobby.

"Hello, Gladys--it's nice to see you again! Fetch me the beautiful lady by the name of Bera--I'm here for an appointment with her. And by an appointment, I mean sex."

"My name isn't Gladys," replied the woman at the counter irritably. "If you're--"

He raised a hand to silence her.

"Hurry up and get her, I haven't got all day--her break is soon." He ghetto-snapped to emphasize his point.

Sighing deeply, the woman whose name wasn't Gladys nodded at a small boy who in turn ran off to fetch Bera. Hiro sat down, barely able to fit in the chair but looking quite pleased with himself.

"So," he said, crossing his legs and staring at the woman, "How are you doing? Kids alright?"

Luckily, Bera interrupted the two of then soon afterwards. He was all dressed up in pretty Victorian style lingerie. He had even put up his hair and put on make-up.

"Hiro." He greeted, twirling the parasol he was wielding lovingly. "Are you ready, dear~?"

He nodded eagerly, jumping to his feet.

"I want to sex you up! And I have money, so it's totally okay--and then we can go on a date."

Bera smiled and dragged him to his room, setting the parasol down behind the door.

"Now...Money first." He replied, holding out his gloved hand.

He fished around in his sash for a few minutes before handing over an electronic card.

"It's on there--it's what I paid last time, so it should more than cover an hour."

Bera inspected the card before slipping it into a slot in the wall.

He turned back to Hiro, smiling at him.

"Shall we begin, sweetheart?"

He nodded happily.

"I robbed five stores for this~ I've been looking forward to your body all week." He tossed his coat into the corner dramatically--and, he hoped, sexily. "Say, what kind of food do you like? I was thinking ice cream. Or pastries. Or both. Something sweet, just like you~"

He chuckled and pulled Hiro onto the bed.

"You're so funny, Hiro." He remarked. "Ah, but, I'm afraid you might be speaking with someone else shortly..."

"Someone else is coming?" he asked, frowning. "But it's my appointment."

Bera chuckled.

"No, another me. I haven't been giving the rest of myself enough time to breath, you see..." He looked quite distracted by something. "I'm not precisely sure who it's going to be, but I won't be Bera for much longer."

He smiled.

"You're the only one I tell about when I make the transition, you know. You're lucky."

He beamed proudly.

"It's because I'm hot and you totally dig me."

He chuckled, but before he could respond, he bit his lip and was still for a few moments.

Then, he frowned deeply.

"You're Hiro." He said, in a much colder tone than before.

He nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes I am. You're Bera and you're hot even though you don't have tits."

The man shoved Hiro away and stood up, stretching out his body in a rather manly fashion. Quite un-Bera like.

"I'm not Bera anymore, boy." He replied simply, reaching into the drawer for the cigarettes. He lit one, still looking at Hiro without interest. "You may as well call me Bridgely, as everyone else does. It really isn't my name, though."

"Okay. Can we still have sex?" He laid on his stomach, watching Bridgely. "You still have Bera's body, which I find incredibly attractive. And I'm horny. And we have, like, only an hour or two and I want to do you as many times as possible."