The Gay Diãry
Garry, our rugged neighbor, had been watching me all night, his dark eyes tracing the way my tight black tank top clung to my small but perky tits and the way my short denim shorts rode up just enough to tease the curve of my ass.
I bit my lip, pretending not to notice. Mum warned us not to have anything to do with him, but the heat in his gaze was impossible to ignore.
What if he tell on me to mum that i was a femboy at this gay club?