Robert settled in as he found himself increasingly engrossed by one of those daytime soap operas. He never caught the show's name, but he didn't care. It was cheesy, sure, but the various subplots were fun to try and follow, and some of the actors were pretty cute.
Robert soon found himself questioning which actors he was fawning over, as he found his eyes drawn less to that of the women in the show in favor of the men. What's going on? I'm not gay, am I? he wondered to himself. When he found himself entranced by the abs of one of the male characters when he removed his shirt, Robert shut off the television as soon as he could take his eyes of the man's muscles.
He stood and walked out of the room hurriedly, taking deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. What was happening to him? Robert was far too busy questioning his sexuality to notice as he eyes develop a slight epicanthic fold, leaving them hooded but not too narrow. His aging process was also marching onward, and he had now breached the threshold of twenty. He also continued to grow in height, and while his Cougar shirt shifted to match the change in proportions, the rest of Robert's clothing didn't.
Unaware that his clothing were swiftly not becoming his size, Robert began muttering to himself incessantly. "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay," he said over and over, until he felt sure that what he was saying was true. Of course he wasn't gay. Sure that guy was hot, but there were plenty of people who find men attractive who aren't gay, right?
His self image restored, Robert looked around his surrounding, and was surprised to find that he had wandered to a most curious place during his distress.
