"Matt!! You're completely soaked through!!" "Yeah, I left my keys in my locker at school!" I say, "My parents left on vacation last night, and won't b... home for another two weeks." "Yeah your mom told me she would be leaving." she replied, "Hurry come in and I'll throw your clothes into the dryer and draw you up a nice warm bath. Sound good?" This felt a little awkward to me but, I was wet and freezing, and accepted her offer. As I walked in she asked me to please leave my shoes at the door. The one thing Inoticed was that the person standing behind me (whoever that was?!!) was too short. Hewas only to my shoulder level I guess. He rested his other hand on my bare waist. Hishand was surprisingly soft and tender.Hi left hand was resting at the area where i had tucked my saree into my petticoat at mywaist for a long time. I didn’t pay particular attention to it as his right hand which wascaressing my back had circled in front by my right side, pushed my pallu deftly, rested onmy bare. And, that they did, with their cut off jeans shorts riding up on pert bottoms and cowboy boots, along with a clingy little top showing off everything they had to offer. Or damn near close enough...I could definitely fill in the blanks where that was concerned.This girl was different though. She wasn't some busty little minx. She had modest breasts, though her low cut halter top managed to enhance the firm mounds, and as if that wasn't enough to draw you in, you could clearly see the rise of her. Now the word faggot empowers me. I love being called a faggot and it has become an important part of my identity. I’ve since removed myself from that negativity. Starting this year, I’ve acquired more clothes and become more open about who I am. Lots of people have seen me (family/friends) it has made me more confident. Nothing like how I was when I was 13. When they ask me why I have slutty stripper outfits in my closet, I tell them they are mines. They ask why I do it or if I’m gay. I simply.