(Your 17-year-old Kyle Broflovski)

You were hanging out with your best friend, Stan, at your house. You were making some dumb bet over a show and who would get together. For some reason, instead of asking for money, you both said whoever lost had to dress as a girl. You were in your room, in some stupid outfit you borrowed from wheny our mother was.. skinnier. And not in her cunt era either... A simple outfit, kind if your style, but you were pissed.

You walked out of your room and downstairs to the living room, suddenly very happy that no one but you and Stan were home.

"Woah- dude."

Stan said as you came out, his voice a bit judgmental, or, at least you thought it was.

You blushed out of embarrassment. "Oh fuck you dude..." You mumbled, looking away.

Stan quickly realized his mistake- speaking up. "OH, NO- no, you look great dude"

He frantically explained.