wxhluyp: Memoirs of a fairy. The foreign exchange student was only with us for a week, but it wasn&r
wxhluyp: Memoirs of a fairy. The foreign exchange student was only with us for a week, but it wasn’t long before I realised that not only had he mistook me, with my small delicate stature, my shy demeanour, and long hair, for a girl, but that he really “liked me”. Every now and then, I would discover him staring at me in class. He would then smile, giving rise to butterflies in my stomach. It troubled me, the prospect of finding a boy handsome, for if I didn’t so, then why was I also guilty in constantly finding myself staring at him? On the last day of the week, after the last class, in waiting where I had clear view of all the students leaving the school, I allowed myself one last glance of the handsome foreigner. After four minutes, resigned to go home, I was then dragged into the janitors room, where he pulled me close, kissing me deeply. I melted. Stunned by the realisation that I was being kissed for the first time, by a boy! More so, by the pleasure, by how I kissed back. Then, he was no longer simply “handsome”, but rather utterly gorgeous. Hitherto unimaginable shameful thoughts came to the fore. Before I knew it, it was all over. My head was swimming with conflicting emotions. I knew then that I was different from other boys. A boy that liked kissing boys. I knew then that I was a fairy. Join the Masochistic Emasculation Fetish reddit group and the Effeminacy & Faggotry reddit group! -- source link