After playing against Steve and Danny for awhile, Sarah had to admit that they were really good. Way better than she thought any boy could be, actually. And they were acting so un-masculine. So very unlike them. She wasn't sure what was up with them, why they were acting like this. Maybe it was a dare? Perhaps, but that didn't explain how they could suddenly be so good at basketball. Yes, Sarah knew that the school had a boys basketball team, but she also knew that Steve and Danny weren't on it, that the only physical fitness they ever took part in was cheerleading and aerobics, if you didn't count sex, that was. Steve was kind of a slut.
"Wow, Sarah," Danny said, stopping to catch his breath. "I had no idea you were so good at this."
Sarah looked over at him, then stared, watching him pull up on his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. She must have gotten into the game so much that she hadn't even noticed - Danny wasn't wearing a bra under his shirt!
"Yeah," Steve agreed with his friend. He then did something Sarah wasn't expecting, especially out here in public. He took off his sweat-stained shirt! Just like Danny, he wasn't wearing a bra either.
"What the hell are you doing? Put that shirt back on," Sarah said, freaking out.
"Why? It's getting a little too warm out here," he said.
"I don't know what's gotten into you two, but you can't just take your shirt off in public like that. You're not even wearing a bra!"
Now it was Steve and Danny who looked confused. What the hell was Sarah talking about? Why the hell would Steve be wearing a bra? Guys didn't have breasts!
"Sarah, are you okay? You're acting really strange," Danny said, approaching her.
