Chapter 6

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"They look so different with the binder on!" John gasped. "So flat!"

"That's the idea." Paul touched his flat chest. "Someday I'll go all the way."

"I'm proud of you." He hugged him around the neck.

"Eep! John, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." John was being more affectionate lately, surprising even himself. He was a bit irritated that he was going all soft.

"Yeah? Well, could you let me go?" Paul asked hopefully.

"Mmm, nah." He just buried his face into his neck.

"Johohohon, stop! You know I'm ticklish!" He squirmed and giggled.

"Indeed I do." John blew a raspberry, making him squeal and thrash around desperately. "Fine, I'm done."

"Meheheanie!" Paul leaned against the wall, panting.

"You bet I am!"

"Ha. John, can I show you something?" John nodded. "Okay." He swallowed once, sweating nervously. "This is me real voice," he said in a higher pitch.

"You changed your voice?" John tilted his head.

"Y - yeah." He looked down at his feet.

"Aw, adorable little Paulie! I like your real voice too!"

"Heh, thanks." Paul smiled shyly.

"Paulie? I was thinking...now that I know, shouldn't we tell George and Ringo, too?" John asked.

"Yeah. I'm still scared, but I have to." He held out his hand. "Come with me?"

"Of course."

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