Snippet #1630440

Tai could, of course, not drag him if he was unwilling. He though about fighting, running, escaping into the woods. The girls could never catch him if he got out of the house. With a groan, he half crab walked, half let her drag him into her room. He couldn’t leave the house. It was dangerous. He felt his good mood evaporating again. He leaned back against her bed frame and used his foot to swing the door closed, feeling like he was closing the coffin to his own grave.

God, was he really going to wear a stupid dress? Of course he was, he thought as he watched Tai’s back as she went through her wardrobe, his lips pursed tight. Everyone needed a laugh, and what could be better than him and the other males in dresses? When a leotard landed on his face, he regretted his decision.

“Why can’t it just be a costume party?” he complained loudly. “Girls costumes are skimpy and that’s what I need to get my morals up. That way Bobby can wear a dress like hes always wanted and I can be masked and mysterious. Not… gay.” He threw the leotard in a corner. There was no way this was going to end well. He groaned again when she held up her finds. “You know I’m not going to fit into anything of yours, right? You’re a stick. I refuse. You can’t make me.”

That, of course, was a dare.