DontxBlinkk
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 18, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Hayden Acres was one of the top students in his class. He had been holding straight A's for most of his school career and didn't bother batting an eye when he won the latest spelling bee. Unlike many other other achievers, he wasn't interested in running for class president or going on any sports teams. He was far more comfortable with sitting back during the day, finishing his work as quickly as possible and running home each night. He had a few friends in his class which he would talk to, eat lunch with and hold a study session with after school, but for the most part, he stayed alone at night and minded his own business. After all, he didn't think that many people would understand his need and deep craving to dress as the opposite gender.
Too many people in the world make fun of people like him, the ones who enjoy sporting dresses and heels. Gay bars are just about the only places who accept people like him, and in fact, they put them on pedestals and allow them to show off their cross-dressing talents. Hayden wouldn't consider himself a 'drag queen', but he certainly would take advantage of learning from one of the skilled men if the chance came. Until then, the ginger-haired male would watch from the distance of the club and admire them from afar, wishing one day he would have the guts to do what they did.
None of Hayden's classmates knew about his alter-ego and he did everything within his power to keep it from them. The last thing he needed was to loose what little selection of friends he had because they discovered his secret fetish. This was one of the few nights that he had free from school to do what he enjoyed. Wearing a handmade, custom fit, spot on, wig and his favourite, tight club wear, Hayden left his apartment, heels clacking on the marble floors and joined one of his fellow club goers in a taxi waiting outside the building for them. Chris had met Hayden at the local gay bar and agreed to be a clubbing buddy for him, despite the two not being attracted to each other's type. That's what made it so perfect for Hayden; Chris was a year or two older then him, yet still young enough to not interest the college student and far buffer then he wanted his men to be. At the same time, Chris was a perfect body guard and was willing to play 'boyfriend' at any time to keep the creepers away from his friend.
When the two pulled up to the club, Chris paid the driver and the two went in, excited for a night of fun and a chance to forget the problems they were both having in their regular, daily lives.
Too many people in the world make fun of people like him, the ones who enjoy sporting dresses and heels. Gay bars are just about the only places who accept people like him, and in fact, they put them on pedestals and allow them to show off their cross-dressing talents. Hayden wouldn't consider himself a 'drag queen', but he certainly would take advantage of learning from one of the skilled men if the chance came. Until then, the ginger-haired male would watch from the distance of the club and admire them from afar, wishing one day he would have the guts to do what they did.
None of Hayden's classmates knew about his alter-ego and he did everything within his power to keep it from them. The last thing he needed was to loose what little selection of friends he had because they discovered his secret fetish. This was one of the few nights that he had free from school to do what he enjoyed. Wearing a handmade, custom fit, spot on, wig and his favourite, tight club wear, Hayden left his apartment, heels clacking on the marble floors and joined one of his fellow club goers in a taxi waiting outside the building for them. Chris had met Hayden at the local gay bar and agreed to be a clubbing buddy for him, despite the two not being attracted to each other's type. That's what made it so perfect for Hayden; Chris was a year or two older then him, yet still young enough to not interest the college student and far buffer then he wanted his men to be. At the same time, Chris was a perfect body guard and was willing to play 'boyfriend' at any time to keep the creepers away from his friend.
When the two pulled up to the club, Chris paid the driver and the two went in, excited for a night of fun and a chance to forget the problems they were both having in their regular, daily lives.