Juicy
"No really. What do you see, if you didn't know me, what's your first impression?"
Juicy munched her cake and squinted. "I see a light skinned guy, with light eyes. Sixteen. Thin build but in shape. Hmmm, dress nice-"
"You see a sixteen year old boy." He repeated.
"You are a sixteen year old boy, Felix."
"You don't see a fag? A queer, a punk, a sissy-"
"What the hell?!" She hollered in alarm. "What brought that on?"