Just some basic drip for a cute guy

You put on a hooded sweater and give yourself a look in the mirror. A pretty cute face frowns back at you. If you were a girl and grew your hair out, you might have been a seven out of ten. As things were, you couldn't even grow any facial hair and you had some pretty big lips for a guy.

You went over to pick up a pair of jeans. They were getting sort of tight around your waist and ass and your had to roll up your legs. You would have to ask your mom to sew up your legs a little again. Was it normal that guys became shorter when they grew up? You hadn't found the inspiration to check the internet, fearing it would mess up your search history and fill it up with all sort of ads for various cures.

You frowned a moment at the sensation of your boxers bunching up uncomfortably. You glanced over at a dress drawer where you kept some briefs that kept everything snug. You really liked wearing those, but you didn't dare getting caught in them, so you only used it on weekends when you were going out eating or something that didn't require you to get undressed. Tonight wasn't the night to risk being laughed at, so you grudgingly adjusted your pants as best you could.

You distractedly put on a coat of lip gloss, a baseball cap and a windbreaker, bringing the keys to your bike. There was an extra family car outside, but taking it would cause your sisters to go berserk if they needed something from the store.

You pick up your wallet and see your ID-card. Eric Miller. Emily had **** you to wear lipstick and subtle make-up that day you took pictures. It was skin colored and nobody could really tell, you told yourself. But, every time you saw your trout face it made you blush.

As you walk by the upper bathroom, you see some wet spatter on the floor right in front of the door, coming in the direction of Lexa's bedroom. Inside the bathroom you could hear a speaker play some heavy metal music. You also think you hear the heavy thuds of someone trying to keep the rhythm with the heel of a foot. By the time you've stepped over the stains on the floor and going down the stairs, the sounds began to fade.

As you come downstairs, you tip-toe quietly past the living room where Emily and her boyfriend were sharing a wooly blanket. Emily was sitting closest to the door, and fortunately and unfortunately for you, she was very distracted kissing her boyfriend. Eating his face would probably be a more apt description, but you couldn't blame her. He had some kissable perky lips on his round, androgynous face. He had long hair in a nice hair cut, some subtle make-up on his face.

You make a note you probably should steal some make-up from your sisters to hide some of your skin imperfections, then you shake your head as you pick up your pair of baby blue converse and slip your feet silently into them. What would you start wearing make-up for? You already have enough trouble asserting your masculinity!

In spite of your minor identity crisis, you've successfully snuck out of view and less than a minute later you've quietly gone through the back door, unlocking your bike and rolling off. You pull off your cap for a moment to catch and get some of your locks of hair out of your eyes before you start spinning hard down the streets.

Some part of you were glad you left the house when you did. By the time Emily was done eating her boyfriend's face and Lexi was in a mood to see people again, it would have been much harder to get away as quietly as you did. Besides, Emily's boyfriend was known as a bit of a size king deep throat cocksucker around town, so you were sort of surprised they got together. You bit one of your own prominent lips. Emily wasn't exactly known to be a deep throat cock sucker virgin either, as less charitable people in your circles have thrown against you now and then.

And not like you'd ever make good of it, but you have found out that you don't have a gag reflex. Maybe it was a genetically inherited trait? You preferred to think of it as a flaw in case you were to try to eat something that you hadn't chewed enough on.

You shook your head and sighed. You'd tell your sister to go get reality-checked if you thought she was radically different than the rest of you, but you didn't think that was the case. Mom and dad demanded you go and check every three months and you three just had your last check-up two days ago. Lexi got grounded for some mods last year, but she was the more punk rock antisocial sibling, so it was no punishment for her. Your parents haven't said what she had done, but you figured it would have been some tattoos or a snake tongue.

"Caught in introspection, Eric?" Ben asked as he came up behind you and smacked your ass, causing you to blurt out a squeal.

You turn around and look up at the six foot one guy, a foot taller than you, and scoff. "Just glad to be out of the house."

"Emily inviting more friends over?" Ben asked as you began walking down the suburban streets. The guys working at the gas station would watch over your bikes and the surveillance cameras was an extra layer of security, and Jason Smooth lived just a five minute walk away.

"She was face deep in Mark Mahole," you say with a sigh.

"Holy shit, those two hooked up?" Ben said. "Did she get some horse cock growing pills or a CRealHard milk shake? I hear some are dealing shakes in town."

"Ew, no," you say in a high pitched voice before clearing your throat. It sometimes went up a pitch when you got stressed. "Emily wouldn't do that. She's too innocent and conservative."

"Huh, then I'm out of ideas," Ben said as you began hearing music in the distance. "Sounds like the party is getting started," he said as you turned a corner and began walking into a small cul-de-sac.

"Is Carl coming too?"

"He's already there," Ben said and showed you some quick shaky video on his phone of a party going on. "He told me we should try and split up a little, but I'm sure he's just looking to score first."

"Wow, what a lowlife," you say with a roll of your eyes as the both of you chuckle. "But seriously, you think we can get anything out of these guys? the party is probably filled with dicks."

"Never underestimate the power of information, Eric," Ben said and slapped your back. "Just drop some keywords like Role, Rolling With It, the sort and see what happens. It's been mentioned that the game makes it easier to **** the situation for those aware of it."

"Yeah, but still, feels sort of weird."

"Relax, its just a fun time." Ben said as he stretched his back a little. "And you can just blame the effects of the game for putting you in a situation. Besides, Johnny and Mark and the gang knew the risk picking up that die."

"I guess they did..." you say as you go quiet, listening to the growing presence of music.

Within a minute, you were standing in front of a two story house with lights blinking and music blaring out of the windows. The neighboring houses were dark, so the people were probably out. A catering truck crew of two was walking out of the house with some cash in hand, getting back in their car. The car smelled of fresh fried foods and sour fruits.

In front of the house you could see around ten people out dancing, eating, drinking and playing a game of limbo. A cardboard cutout was stapled to the side of the house, with an arrow pointing to a the back and the words "Guest Toilets through the portal." By the main entrance, a small table with a large punch bowl stood and a lot of the guests were queuing up to try out the fresh punch. from the second floor windows a long white banner was stretched, the words "Jisong's 21st birthday III", where the last three stripes had been sprayed on with fresher and different paints.

"You see the host anywhere?" you ask Ben as you slowly begin to move up into the garden, trying to make it look like you're meant to be here. "Jisong Smooth?" You add as you glance up at the banner and chuckle a little.

"Not yet. We probably have to get inside for that," Ben said as he glanced around, considering their options and if they saw any familiar faces. There was a massive throng at the front door by the punch bowl. A few girls came stumbling out from the portal to the backyard giving each other wide eyes as if they saw something epic back there, before they noticed the ongoing limbo game and distractedly ran over there.

"What's the plan then, sugar lips?" Ben asked as he found two cans of beer and handed one over to you.

Voting Time! Poll closes thursday!

A. Should they confront the host for fun immediately, or take their time?

1. Try to find them as soon as possible.
2. Take some time, have a few drinks, maybe have the hosts find them
3. Enjoy the party, smooch a little, see what happens.
4. Keep an eye out, even if you might stick out a little, you don't risk as much.

B. Who goes for Jisong the Asian?

1. You call dibs, Ben aims for Mark.
2. You call dibs, Ben aims for Johnny.
3. Ben calls dibs, you aim for Mark who you know.
4. Ben calls dibs, you aim for Johnny who you don't know.

C. Positioning?

1. Stay in the front garden for now.
2. Go through the portal to the backyard.
3. Try to go through the front door.
4. Some other alternative (climb up drainage pipe, sneak in through the garage)