Posted Tue Apr 5, 2016 | 189 Words | Tagged story

Dylan was stranded by the roadside in his posh car and his suit. Why of all the places would he get stranded here and he was just annoyed waiting for the recovery to turn up and get him sorted.

A few hours passed and he still wasn’t moving, he began to sweat in the heat. Thankfully a pick-up truck stopped by and offered a hand.

He was offered a cig but declined it. The guy ignored him and just lit it and put it in his mouth anyway. Something gave way in his first puff. It was quite nice, good even.

He didn’t notice the hair growing in, giving him a light fuzzing on his face. Nor did he see the tattoo spreading out on his arm. He started to feel too hot in the suit. He didn’t really think of anything else but how hot he was.

Dylan was helped into the green shirt which felt right, almost as if he never changed it.

He jumped in the back of the pick-up with his mate. Why was he out here? He needed to be back on the ranch.