Library Night

Eugene looked over at Aaron. He couldn't help himself anymore. He'd seen the signs grow over the months. Lipstick here and there. A flash of panties when the boy bent over to pick up a pencil. Fingernail polish almost constantly now. The scent of perfume. He looked at the boy, struggling with his schoolwork, and had to ask.

"Are you ... a sissy?" Eugene asked. Aaron blushed deeply.

"I mean ... I ... how did you know?" Aaron stammered.

"Fingernail polish, grant you, not a dead giveaway. You were wearing panties last week ... again. You wear makeup sometimes."

"I'm ... sorry," Aaron said, looking down.

"Don't be," Eugene said, and Aaron could see the bulge in the Black man's crotch twitch. "I think it's hot. I mean, I'd love to go get some coffee sometime and learn more."