( Part of a YCH Group Commission that I took part in )

What's that saying the earthlings use? Same shit, different day? Well I wish that was the case. The day started out like any other up until the phone rang and I got a call from a friend who was wanting to know if I'd help them with a moving project. Apparently clearing out an elderly family members attic whom had recently passed away. I wasn't hesitant, I was more than happy to help out. Of course though the offering of pizza and drinks may have gotten me there a little bit faster. Labor in exchange for food and drink. It seemed to be a rather common custom.

When I got there the place was not too worn down. The grass was a little high, gutters getting to the point they really needed to be cleaned. But that was a job for someone else as I met Edward on the porch. We shook hands, patted each other on the back and I was given the run down. The goal was to take most of the stuff from the attic and bring it down to the garage so it could be all sorted into piles; Donation, Recycle, Trash, and etc. Edward was a good host however and before we started we kicked off the day with a beer first in honor of his recently departed.

One box after another we began to lighten the load on the attic and fill up the garage. A few beers later and a few hours of the day gone by we had finally managed to get everything that we wanted brought on down. Going through the boxes though we found the types of things you'd expect, old collectibles form the past, goofy souvenirs, books and more so. Course though at the end of one of the tables was a box filled with old clothes. At the top of the pile was a good amount of classic style clothing, some pea-coats and dress pants. Even some jeans and dress shirts. Seemed pretty casual for the most part

Edward couldn't help but try on to see if they fit which surprisingly they did. I told him the clothes made him look a little pale and he couldn't help but laugh, telling me in return that he wasn't into the whole vampire look anyways. Oddly though the deeper we went in the box the stranger the clothes got, and more feminine as well. High heel platform shoes, corsets, more and more with less maculine color tones. I had no idea what to make of it, but a couple beers will do that too you. Edward laughed a bit and suggested that maybe the old man had a secret life as a Rocky Horror Picture Show fetishist.

Well at this time we were both getting a little hungry and that's when Edwards phone gave a rang. It turns out that the landscaper had to cancel on him. A little pissed Edward was but I could understand. I told him how about we just mow the lawn ourselves, I had noticed a lawnmower on the side of the garage when I had came in. Edward nodded and glanced back at me, beer in hand, when he got an idea.

"I'll tell you what, loser has to mow the lawn in the old mans crossdressings, and the winner gets to go grab pizza." Edward said as he pulled pizza money and a coin to flip and put them on the table.
"Sure why not" I replied, picking up the coin and flipping it into the air and calling heads.

And wouldn't you know the damn thing landed tails. I rolled my eyes and sighed a bit, but a bet was a bet. With a sigh of relief himself Edward patted me on the back and handed me the random bundle of clothes. Heading into the house to change I came back out minutes later in god knows what any of these clothes were actually called.

"You are so lucky I don't have a camera with me." Edward laughed, grabbing his Bike and peddling off to go grab the pizzas.

I on the other hand grabbed the mower from beside the garage and started fulfilling my end, mowing down the front yard one row at a time, back and forth humming to myself the whole way. Thinking about that nice hot pizza that was waiting for me when Edward got back. Thankfully I was having an easy time. That may have been an old mower but it still worked like a charm. At least until it puttered to a dead stop. I leaned down and took off the gas cap to peek inside and yep, not a drop of fuel was left.

I wasn't going to let that stop me though. Usually where there is a mower, there's usually a gas can. So at this point I left the mower where it was and headed back towards the garage, at least I tried to. All I remember at that point was a sharp sting in my ass before I began to stumble. I spun around to see two uniformed men. I didn't recognize them at all though. I would of tried to remember but by that time I merely dropped onto the driveway and the last thing I felt was my body jostling as I was loaded into the back of their vehicle.

A few hours later I woke up laying flat on my back, staring up at a white ceiling inside of a white room and laying on a white bed, with brown cuffs around my arms and legs.... wait what.

"Where AM I!" I yelled. "AND WHERE IS MY PIZZA!"

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Drawn By  jasentamiia | Characters belong to  warmaker666,  kay225,  myuphrid,  cadpigjr,  rolandvoidheart & Myself

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