Two emerging sissy fairies

When all the other boys at school called us friends such horrible names, accusing us of being such unimaginable things, that appalled, we angrily would dispute it.

Oh the bittersweet denial of two emerging fairies. Boys who liked to dress in the mother’s clothes. Boys for whom, with growing regularity, their dreams at night were about scantily clad men. Dreams which made them feel so wonderful.