Poison Part 7— It’s just one little pill.

The week passed quite quickly. I had to take a business trip over night on Monday, but rather than cancel the date night I had planned with Blair I made a point of not informing him. The thought of him standing outside my apartment building pressing the buzzer and trying my phone, while I dined on crab at a Maine restaurant and ignored my phone amused me.

Of course when I flew back on Tuesday I made a point of calling poor Blair and telling him I’d been called out of town urgently, and I’d mislaid my phone briefly. Poor thing, he seemed a little put out. I did tell him I’d make it up to him though.

“On Thursday we can have a nice evening. I know a lovely spa where we can go. Have you ever had a couples massage? I know you’ll love it, Blair,” I said down the phone after he’d finished pouting. Pouting, I should add, like a little girl.

Truth be told, many things about Blair were becoming ‘like a little girl’.

He was definitely showing signs of breast development. I was very pleased with his physical development, and though I hadn’t allowed him to so much as touch me, I had slipped my hands inside his pants to give him an encouraging squeeze once or twice, and had noted a definite reduction in size. Either that or he was less well equipped than I had at first imagined. Either way, he was going to…