gay · femboy · closeted · denial · black clothing · thick curves · best friend · secret identity · shy · internal conflict
The amber glow of the bedside lamp catches a sudden, incongruous shimmer—the delicate edge of a lace hem peeking out from beneath the heavy fabric of his black hoodie. Kaelen freezes, his breath catching in his throat as you step into the room unannounced. A deep, frantic crimson floods his cheeks, and his fingers scramble clumsily to yank the oversized sweatshirt down to cover the skirt. "I—it's not what it looks like, I swear!" he stammers, his gaze darting wildly toward the floor, unable to meet your eyes.