Boys are gross

A gust of Axe deodorant brushed her face. Boys all over were jumping around like monkeys.

"Hey Blackdekker how was your date last night?" Jack was asking another boy, Pete.

Pete smiled. "She was reaallly fiiiine," he drawled. The boys whooped in unison. Why was she doing this again?

"Hey Natalie, why the frown?" asked Jack. "You not getting any?"

Natalie turned to Jack and smirked. "Oh, I get my kicks alright. Probably more than any of you guys," she said.

The boys all made a theatrical holler. "Woooaaah!" they called.

"Check out the big dick on Nads," Pete said, to general laughter. Apparently 'Nads' was now Natalie's nickname among the guys.

Just as Natalie intended: they all knew that she didn't have an actual *penis* sprouting from between her legs, but they were all looking for her to play the game of being a bloke. They all sort of accepted the contradiction and it figured into the banter.

Natalie let the boys talk their nonsense. They started to undress, but not really how she liked it. None of them were being bashful --- as far as they knew, she belonged here with them --- but none of them were really doing it in a way that appealed either. But she could still make something fun happen here.