Methinks the Boi Protests Too Much

"Oh shit, please don't tell anyone," your friend suddenly says to you. His face is flushed, and he is babbling. "Don't tell anyone about this."

"What would I tell?" you ask him.

He looks at you blankly.

"What are you doing dressed in my mom's clothes?" Then you stop for a moment. "Did you give my parents a vacation? So you could go through my mom's clothes?"

"Maybe a little," your friend says. "I thought you'd be a little bit later. I thought you had detention today."

"Naw, Miss Nada let me out early," you say. "There was another kid who was in much more trouble. Seemed like his whole family was there."

"I didn't think you'd be home yet."

"Well," you say, "you do look very cute. Very attractive."

You advance on your friend, pushing him down on the bed.

"Please don't tell anyone," he pleads.

"I think you wanted me to find you," you say.

"Just don't tell."

You smile.

"I think that can be arranged. We can have a very pleasant time together."