After his relatively short and easy day at school, Adam had walked him to his apartment; he didn't live very far from the school, so he enjoyed the exercise. He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside.
Immediately his face was assaulted by the musk of strong cannabis, a clear indication that his brother had stayed home from work today. "Yo Adam, how was school?" Said his brother Max from the living room couch; a bong in his left hand and a wireless laptop mouse in the other. "Pretty good. Was easy, but that's to be expected with new classes. You gonna pass that?" questioned Adam, gesturing towards a bong, which Max so gracefully handed to him.
After Max had raided the kitchen and passed out in his room, Adam retreated to his own cave. Sighing, he locked his door and opened up his closet; removing everything and tucked it aside. Kneeling down, he opened up a hidden compartment in his closet, removing from it a long dress, panties, and stockings. Gradually, he donned the attire, giggling to himself. He then pulled a makeup kit from the compartment.
He opened the kit and set up his phone camera, using it as a mirror. He smiled to himself as he caked his face, putting delicate time into every piece of art he donned on his face. He stared at his reflection in his phone, sighing to himself. "I wish I wasn't so goddamned shy," he said to himself, reaching to wipe some dust off his phone, when suddenly he got a Skype call. Before he realized, his finger had already accepted the call.
"Hello?" was all Adam heard before he realized what had happened. In his panic of trying to hang up, he kept fumbling the phone. "Adam, is that you? Why are you all dressed up like tha-" before the person on the other end could finish their sentence, Adam finally found the hang up button. Adam huffed and looked at the phone in worry, wondering who had called him.
You called Charlie (00:00:13)
"Oh thank God it's him," Adam exclaimed. Charlie was one of Adam's only other friends, and was quite a feminine man himself. If anyone could understand, it was him. On his phone, Charlie had been typing a message to Adam.
From Charlie: What was that about?
To Charlie: Uhm... Can you keep a secret?
From Charlie: Are you a crossdresser or something? That's so fuckin' cute!
To: Tell anyone and I'll kill you
From: I'll try my best :P Can I see pics?!
To: No.
From: Pleaaaaase~?
After an intense test of Adam's patience, he had finally succumbed to Charlie's begging and fulfilled his request. It was the least he could do to keep him quiet about his secret.
