Part 1-BeginningAfter a hard night of boozing and pretending that the rest of the world didn't exist, Mr. Manson and Jay wound up at Jay's house flipping through his wardrobe. The vodka and other drugs had turned their little binge into a quest to find out who had better stuff to borrow. Since Jay was a little fashion hog, or at least that was what he led everyone to believe, naturally his closet was the first place they looked.
"What the hell is this?" Mr. Manson asked, holding up a prison striped shirt that hung unhappily on the hanger. Jay stared at it in shock for a second, gibbering unintelligably.
"Put it back!" he screamed, throwing himself on Mr. Manson. Mr. Manson let Jay wiggle and squirm his way up until he was able to pry the shirt away and put it back in the closet. Mr. Manson grinned as Jay's body left his own. He had known something was bound to happen.
"Why can't I look at that shirt?"
Jay looked at him grimly for a moment and then got a far away look in his eyes. "Because...that shirt and I had an awful relationship."
"What happened?" Mr. Manson was curious now, and his bi-colored eyes leered at Jay's mesh encased form. He'd been wanting to see more of him ever since they'd left the club. His hand trailed up Jay's thigh and tried to reach Jay's crotch. Jay slapped it away.
"That shirt...it corrupts. And then it keeps you looking like new." he whispered.
Mr. Manson kissed the worry away and then tried to pull Jay towards the bed. Jay just looked at the shirt for a second before closing the closet door.
NEXT CHAPTER: SMUT AND SO FORTH!!! AND MORE CLOTHING RELATED EVILNESS...