Chapter 3

The apartment that Henko lived was nothing fancy. One thing that he did appreciate was the fact that it had a security system at the front. You would either need to be buzzed in, know a code, or have your own key. Living in this part of town, Henko knew, he had to be safe. Using his key and making his way into the apartment. He walked a few feet down the hall to one of the elevators. Clicking the button. He waited for the ding and the doors to open. Walking inside, Henko pressed the button for the sixth floor and allowed the doors to shut. Taking the ride up. He exited the elevator and made his way down the hall and to his door. A plate next to it read 602. Henko unlocked his door and made his way inside.

The inside of his apartment was a lot bigger than what many would expected it to be. The outside made the rooms look quite small. Walking into the small hallway of the apartment. Henko placed his keys on a desk that was in the entrance and removed his shoes. It felt so much better not wearing the high heels anymore. He placed the shoes in a small closet that was next to the front door. He had many shoes in there, so he didn't have to get them from his room. Placing them on a rack, he shut the door and made his way further into his apartment. The small hallway turned into a large living room area on the right side that had a couch and a love seat. In the middle sat a coffee table with a few fashion magazines on it. He turned to the left and made his way into the open kitchen. The kitchen was something many dream of having. The counters were made of marble, and there was a double decked refrigerator as well that stainless steel. There was a stove next to the fridge with a microwave above it. What Henko didn't lack was storage space. There were several cupboards around the kitchen, that several were still empty. Once thing that Henko did like about the apartment was the small bar that separated the kitchen from the living room area. He had yet to use it, but it was something nice. Only thing that was one there, was some old mail that he had yet to throw away, and a bowl of fruit. Other than that, his kitchen was completely clean or what he liked to call it, bare. Placing the bread he bought on the counter and placed whatever cold items he needed in the fridge. Henko made his way down the hall that exited the large room he was in. There were two other rooms that he passed. One was a room he had several of his outfits and extra wigs in. Another was more of a guest room. A bathroom was also passed as he made his way to the end of the hall. It was the master bedroom.

Opening the door, Henko made his way into the room. The room was almost the size of the front room he was just in. Making his way over to another door on his left, he entered the master bathroom. Walking up to the sink, he opened a drawer and pulled out some make up remover clothes. Looking at himself one more time. Henko began to revert back to what he looked like before all the makeup and fake eyelashes were added. Once finished, he walked back into the bedroom and made his way across the room. He passed a dresser drawer and a king size bed that was in the middle back of the room. Henko stopped in front of a maple dress vanity. Pulling the chair away, he sat down and started to work on the wig. Removing the pins out of his head and the hair net, Henko brushed the hair, relieving it of any knots. Once satisfied. Henko got up and made his way over to shelf that held many of his favorite wigs. Placing it on a plastic head. Henko began undressing himself from what he was wearing. Throwing the clothes in basket. Henko know stood in a bra and homemade shorts that gave him the feminine look. Removing those two last items, Henko now stood naked as the day he was born. A man. He knew that looking like a woman was something he desired, yet, he never wanted to be a woman. He would never change his sex. He wanted to stay the way he was. There was no need to change. Walking over to dresser. He pulled out a pair of brief shorts and PJ pants. Putting them on, Henko made his way back into the kitchen.

Henko was starving. He wanted to make something fast and easy. The young man pulled out a can of chunky meat soup, poured it into a bowl and placed it in the microwave to warm up. While waiting for the soup to cook, he walked over to the dark blue long couch and sat down. Henko picked up the remote that was sitting on the glass table in front of him and turned on the 42inch screen TV.

"So, I wanted to let you know…" The sound of the TV was heard and Henko began flipping through the channels to see if there was something interesting to watch. He found something that looked interesting and also heard the microwave beep to get his attention. Henko grabbed his food and ate while watching some TV. Once finishing. Henko yawned. It was getting late. He got up, placed the bowl in the sink, and made his way to the bedroom to get some shuteye.