“Don’t call me that!” Kenny protested. “Jeez, it’s bad enough at school!”
“Sorry, dear,” Rex said, quickly exaggerating his mocking tone to make sure
Kenny thought he was ribbing him intentionally. “You’re just so sweet, that’s
all!”
“Knock it off, I said,” Kenny growled, throwing a shove in Rex’s direction. Rex
caught the weak punch easily, holding Kenny’s narrow wrist. Even as he did so,
he couldn’t help but marvel at how soft and supple Kenny’s hairless arm felt —
there was hardly a trace of boyish muscle. He’d always known Kenny was
scrawny, but now that he had seen him as “Kelli,” he seemed more slender,
shapely, feminine... Rex found himself gripping Kenny’s hand, imagining him
all dolled up in makeup and long hair, as his female alter-ego, until...
“Dude, what the hell?” Kenny gaped, staring horrifiedly at Rex’s lap. He
pulled his hand out of Rex’s grip, and Rex looked down, equally horrified to
realize he was sporting a very obvious hard-on. “Are you actually turning gay or
something?” Kenny demanded.
“You’re the one staring at my crotch!” Rex shot back. “I was just thinking
about a chick I used to screw back home, that’s all.”
“Yeah, right!” Kenny blustered. “I saw you staring at my ass the other day!”
“In your dreams!” Rex snapped angrily. “You’re the one swishing around in
short-shorts showing it off, and you have the nerve to call me gay after staring
at my crotch? The only fairy here is you! Get out of my house, you little queer!”