Homo

Damn, were girls hot. Charles loved everything about them, from that weird makeup that made their cheekbones glimmer, to the way they would tie their shirts to make temporary crop tops.

Then something happened.

He started noticing how the boys in his grade would flip their hair out of their face, and those perfectly sculpted abs he'd be surrounded by in the locker room. Slowly but surely, the appreciation for girls shifted into a fondness for guys. But with his social rank, he can't afford to get caught feeling this way.