Aaron POV
Now that I broke up with that back-kissing scum Jake, I have been freed, and can now enjoy myself in a serious relationship with Noah's toes. That day of the breakup, I hit Noah up and asked for some feet pics. I was not disappointed, to say the least. Once I saw those juicy, curvy feet flash on my screen, I got a feeling that is hard to shake. Those feet just turn me on, they really do. It feels good to finally admit it. I'm turned on by Noah's toes. I almost want to write it across my forehead. I am not ashamed of my fetish. I am proud.
I reach for the sharpie at my desk. Looking into the mirror, I see my determined face. I uncap the sharpie. Time to show Noah just how much I appreciate his toes, I think. In my most steady handwriting, I write in all caps, "I AM TURNED ON BY NOAH'S TOES, AND AM NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT IT. #TOE FETISH PRIDE". I feel instant remorse immediately after writing it. My attraction toward Noah's toes has taken control of me. What have I done?! Did I ever think about what would happen if and when my parents and even teachers read the bold statement that I have so proudly printed across my forehead? No. Because when controlled by Noah's oh-so-curvy feet, I lose all sense of control and am instead trapped in an incredible world full of juicy, ripe-smelling feet, taken away by the utterly adorable chubbiness of Noah's toes.
Just so that Noah's toes know how much I love them, I snap a selfie and make it look like I think writing such a statement on my forehead was one of the best decisions in my life. I send it to Noah, with a caption of "bbg im devoted to ur toes check out my forehead #bestdecisionever". I hit Send, satisfied that at least one good thing will come out of the statement on my forehead. The heat of the situation then hits me once again. Should I try to conceal it with makeup? But that may lead to confrontation with my mom. I could wear a hat. But then again, I'm not allowed to wear hats in the house and most definitely not at school either. Aha! I could simply remove my forehead for a bit. But that may turn a few heads. We live in such a judging society. I sigh and accept my fate. I guess I will try to pass the words off as a dare from a friend, which seems fairly gullible.
I think back to the last time I did something especially stupid for a dare. It was about 2 months ago. Noah and I were on a call, and I was not yet in love with his toes. We decided to play Truth or Dare. And that's what led me to spam "I have a knee fetish. I love men because my name is Dom." in a group chat that Dom was in. Now, if you don't know Dom, this may not seem to be too bad. But if you do know Dom, this is very bad. Dom is extremely tall and strong and plays football at recess daily. Must I elaborate further? Didn't think so. Because of the black eye, I came home with that next day, my parents knew very well of my tendency to blindly get into situations that prove dangerous soon after I perform them.
I settled on this "it was a dare" lie because it seemed gullible enough and there wasn't much else I could do. "Aaron, hun bun, come down for dinner!" I hear my mother call. I swallow and hope for the best.
