All I did was put some make-up on them, but now these false breasts actually look like they are part of my skin. I guess that I am lucky to find ones with my exact skin-tone, but I don’t feel lucky. What teenage boy is supposed to look like this? I look at my reflection in the mirror, and there is not a single thing about it that suggests that I am a guy. Hell, there is not even a bulge where my manhood should be, and all I did was put on the panties normally. I have to wonder if have some weird genetic disorder that makes me look like this. So much like a girl.
“Dude!”I heard my friend say from the other side of the door.C’mon, let me in. You lost the bet, dude. You have to let me see you!”
What am I supposed to do? Sure, I did lose that bet, but I didn’t think I’d actually look this good. I look hot, even. How can I let my friend see me like this? He’s always teased me for looking so girly. All my friends tease me for looking so girly. The whole school teases me for looking so girly. And I guess I can’t blame any of them. Not now, at least.
“What are you worried about?” he said. “That I’ll think you are hot or something? Just ’cause we tease you for looking like a girl, doesn’t mean we actually think you are one. Just open the door and let me see you!
Reluctantly I placed my hand against the doorknob. I could sense my friend getting excited at the chance to look at me. Although he is very much making me do this, he insists it is just “goofing around.” But I don’t believe it. I’ve seen the way he looks at me. I know that he treats me differently than he treats any of his other friends. He has always had a soft spot for me, and now he wants to see if I look hot.
Woah… dude,” he said, as I opened the door.
“Okay, are you happy?” I said. “Can I go back to wearing my normal clot–” I was interrupted by the flash of my friend’s camera. He actually took a picture.
“Dude!” I yelled. “What the fuck!? “I didn’t actually think you’d look this good, but… you do,” he said as he took another picture.