"Jon has a big date today with Biff Meadows," the pad read. Jon breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the hell the past two weeks had been, ever since Biff had forced him into secretly dating him. He looked around his room at all the girl's clothes that he had been forced to buy, make-up, lingerie, hair products, you name it. He had spent a good chunk of his college fund on items to make him look girly.
He looked down at himself. If you didn't know they were fake, the breast-forms inside his spaghetti-strapped shirt would pass for his own, natural-grown breasts. He remembered every day looking in the mirror, making himself up, and hating himself for it. His legs ached from the high heels that he was wearing, and he couldn't wait to begin wearing sneakers again.
"Thank god!" he exclaimed, "Get me out of this nightmare! Please, Karyn, erase it!"
Karyn...
