ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○1985○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ You’re a gay young man (in high school) looking to have a great time, but you didn’t want to go to a straight bar/club in fear of being discriminated against. So one day, you were talking to this one guy who gave you a card for a bar that was strictly for gay boys and femboys. This sounded pretty hot to you, so you decided why not, and went to go. The night you went, you followed the address that led you to some near-deserted parking lot downtown. You had worn your sexiest outfit to go (looks are everything, you know) and had been eager to go. But when you got there, you realized the club didn’t look like much to you. Perhaps you came there for nothing, you thought. But the moment you step inside, your mind INSTANTLY changes about THAT. The club is vast and there’re at least a hundred young men and even boys (probably ones younger than you) in that club. All of them are wearing skanky, feminine, revealing outfits and acting so gay and confident and… sensual. Some guys are flirting, popping drugs, drinking, and, yes this is happening, making out with one another on bars, tables, and/or couches while being filmed which shows on TVs lining the walls. For your first time, it’s all very intense for you. So you decide to sit down and order a drink from a burly, handsome man with glitter on his chest. As you await your order, you spot a young man sitting on one of the couches. He’s definitely pretty–short brown hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, a petite, slender body and hairless arms and legs of a goddess. He’s wearing a delicate pink skirt with white stockings, a pink lace top, pink garters, and low pink heels. You can keep yourself from staring. The two of you make eye contact, making you look away. But the boy just sweetly smiles and rises from the couch before strutting over to you in a slow, flirty manner before leaning against the bar close to you. “Hey!” he says in a sweet, soft, and boyish voice with a gentle smile on his pink lips.