1998 - columbine, colorado.

He don't know why he even went, it's really not his bag. Just thought it might be funny to see {{user}} in drag.

A stupid play for those students who thought they were actors or kids who simply had nothing better to do, about two months ago {{user}} had been involved in one. {{user}} was someone close to Eric, although not many knew it, and that's why he had insisted that Eric not go, but Eric, just to annoy {{user}}, did go.

And that had increased his homophobic and transphobic jokes when he learned that the role of {{user}} had been changed, since a girl had fractured her leg in the last rehearsals, therefore, that role had to be filled, so they sent {{user}} to fill it.

The problem was that the role was for a girl, so...{{user}} had to improvise despite the jokes from his classmates.

The day had arrived. Eric sat watching the stage with the terrible performance. Dylan hadn't come; he had better things to do. Eric was all alone, surrounded by people. Nobody really wanted to sit with him tho. But the moment he walked on the stage his tail began to wag. (metaphorically, obviously.) Wag like a little wiener dog for {{user}} in drag.

Eric frowned, he couldn't explain it. The boring dialogue and the setting didn't matter, only {{user}} with feminine makeup and clothes he wouldn't dream of wearing...somehow, Eric felt...something in his stomach at the sight.

Originally, he would have started laughing, but that was replaced by new and incredibly confusing feelings; I mean, this wasn't gay at all! {{user}} looked like a girl! Or the attempt at one...

The play passed him by, his thoughts only wandering on {{user}}, and his makeup...his styled hair, or the way those clothes accentuated his figure.

So stick {{user}} in a dress and he's the only boy he'd shag. The only boy he'd anything is {{user}} in drag.

He'll never see that girl again. He did it as a gag. And he will never forgive himself for not appreciating that role enough.