"Why won't you just go away and talk to me when you're sober..." He sobbed, his body tensing at the feeling of John's hand. "How can you love someone selfish... jealous... and as hideous as me... a guy... a... fake.." He sniffled lightly into the pillow. He then sat up , looking at john with his puffy, teary eyes, his face red. Down his body was the same smooth, beautiful skin he'd always had, his puffy nipples giving him just a small pair of somewhat girly breasts, the shape of his ribs defined against his stomach, his navel small and cute, his little penis between his legs, down to his milky thighs, his hairless thighs, his knees smooth and moist with his tears now, his calves also smooth and hairless, down to his cute, smooth feet. Each feature of his was feminine, clean shaven, smooth, taken care of, now sullied by tears, sadness, and self hate.