First, I shut my damn mouth and assess

In the past I had been known to be ….. expressive. I was, afterall, the designated class clown all thought elementary and part of middle school and may or may not have been described as “overly dramatic” in the past by my friend, teachers and siblings.

However I’d like to say I had wisened up since my idiotic, annoying ways but in this exact moment I fought every fibre on my being not to desecrate all the progress I’ve made these past few years.

Terror percolated like a geyser in my throat and it threatened to spill out into a shriek. However the last thing I wanted to deal with was Ravi (twink or not) chastising me for daring to scream like a bitch in a incredibly crazy situation

And a fucking strange situation it was indeed, I mean it’s not every day a straight man wakes up surrounded by his closest of friends like they participated in a gang bang the previous night.

Speaking the previous what in the hell happened!? I scrunched up my weary eyes in willing the momentary blackness to recall a memory of nights last escapades, a clue even,

However, the universe was still seemingly dedicated to seeing this twisted joke through, my thoughts were pulling up blank. Nadda, nothing last night was pulling up one big question mark. It was so bad I almost couldn’t even remember what I did yesterday at all?

Trying to think more only produced a worser headache and seeing as I was still in the throes of nursing a hangover I decided to push that existential question for later. For now there was the unspoken question in the room

Christ, Do I look like them? The thought descended on me like freezing cold water, so cold I shivered at the thought.

Looking down on my hands I assessed. They looked normal to me? Granted I never payed attention to them nor did I ever have the most masculine of hands…I think?

Once again the glint of the mirror caught my eye and I robotically turned my head towards it.

For such a massive room it seemed to hold a comically small mirror stand. Half-hidden by a massive armoire.

So now stood the question. Do I cower like a, like a… well like a coward, or did I brave the treacherous unknown and uncover the possible harrowing ordeal that I looked like a- gawd I couldn’t even finish the thought. Another scream of horror seemed to gurgle up inside of me but I swallowed it down with a comically cartoon gulp.

Honestly disappearing under the silk covers, crossing my toes and pretending this was all a dream was looking like a better idea now…