“Put it on, sissy.”
Zebra-print flared pants—freaking nice. Alongside them, a pair of cheap plastic neon-pink boots with a modest heel. The top was no better: soft, bubblegum pink and riddled with cut-outs that left his shoulders exposed like some kind of club-thirsty pop diva. He hated every single piece, but Jenia was waiting.
Once he was dressed, she buckled a black belt around his waist and clipped a chunky silver chain necklace around his neck.
He was already thinking he looked gay enough to draw stares from orbit when she came in with her finishing touches. A compact clicked open, and soon she was dusting his cheeks, brushing gloss over his lips, tracing eyeliner along his eyelids. Then came the accessories: a pair of small hoops that hugged his earlobes, and—just when he thought it couldn’t get worse—a tiny clip-on septum ring she pressed firmly into the soft skin between his nostrils.
“Oh my god… I must look like a fa—”
Enjoy! Xoxo^^
Lara Lynn