For my entire life, I've been perceived as a male. I mean, at least for as long as I can remember, anyways. I was raised with five brothers, and my chest never grew nor did my voice ever start to sound feminine. I cut all of my hair off when I was six, and with my mom and older brothers' help (also with a nudge/dare from my brother with support from my mother), I attended school and daily life dressed as and acting like a boy. My name was first Jordan, but I go by Hayden.
I keep my hair short and cropped. I don't tan, and I like my skin on the pale side. Walking down the street, many women glance at me or smile, and I know what they think about me.
I'm only nineteen, but after years of girls throwing themselves at me in high school, I've kind of adjusted to the attention. I try not to return their advances, mostly because I'm not interested in girls in that way, but I flirt back occasionally so my cover won't be blown, or even because it keeps things flowing smoothly.
Tonight, I'm on my way to a party. It's kind of a graduation party, but I know there's going to be alcohol and no parental supervision. We're all eighteen or older, though, and we know to be careful. I don't plan on drinking because I never know what might slip out of my lips on a night like this.
My cellphone rings in my pocket as I pull my car up to the curb. It's a text from my always-supportive brother, Matthew. I know I asked for his advice earlier, but he doesn't have to keep hounding me with the same words over and over again. "You're going to a party," he says. "Everybody is going to be drinking and they'll be expecting you to, too. If you're not really going to drink, at least fake it. Act tipsy and --this is especially important-- flirt with other girls!"
Knowing that I have to flirt with other girls makes my stomach begin to churn, but I knew this would happen if I agreed to come to this party. I wasn't even going to come, but my mother insisted that I get out of the house for the night and so I had no choice. My brother helped me pick out a casual but messy suit attire, and by 'messy' I mean my button-up shirt untucked and a few of the top buttons askew. My neighbor, Lydia, swooned and blushed as I walked out of the house, so I knew I was right in trusting Matt.
But I didn't know how far tonight would go.
I close and lock the door to my car, and I'm almost overwhelmed to see how many other cars are here. Then again, almost everyone from my senior year would be here, so I shouldn't have been too surprised. I could hear the loud party music pumping through the house, and I was greeted at the door by Ms. Bimbo herself, who was throwing the party.
Her name was Theresa Holmes, and she was the stereotypical 'cheerleader/prep' of the school. Her hair was long, blonde and thick in waves that rolled down her back. She was always tanned, as though she lived on the beach at all times. Her bust was at least a 38D and her butt was nice and plump. She wore a white, sparkly dress that surprised me, because when she turned around, it only just barely covered her butt cheeks.
"Hayden!" she exclaimed, a bright smile showing on her face and in her baby blue eyes. "You came!"
I thought she would have fallen down the few steps in her sparkly heels, but her balance was on point as she pulled me into a tight hug.
"Of course. I couldn't miss out on this opportunity for the world."
"I'm glad to hear it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. I felt a little ashamed as I noticed her tits bouncing on every jump, and had to force myself to look away. "Go right in and get a drink! The party is just beginning!"
Yet, when I walked in, it definitely didn't look that way. All over the dancefloor, girls were grinding against guys and almost everybody had a cup in their hand. Alcohol strongly reeked throughout the house, and I almost began to gag at the horrid stench. I sincerely was not a fan of liquor.
"Hey, Hayden!" several voices called to me from around the room. My presence hardly went unnoticed wherever I went.
"Wanna dance, cutie?" I heard from behind me. Turning around I found Selena Holmes; Theresa's older sister. They could have been twins if Selena didn't have honey-brown hair and green eyes. Her dress resembled Theresa's, except hers was a bright green.
"Sure, Selena."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the dancefloor. A fastbeat song was playing, and though the weather was extremely warm outside, their house was kept air-conditioned, so everyone could enjoy dancing without getting all sweaty. "Oh, where are my manners?" Selena gasped. "Would you like a drink?"
I really didn't, but, honestly, the point of the party was to drink, and we all knew it. But alcohol was the last thing I wanted, so I grabbed Selena's hand and pulled her close to me.
"Nah, let's just dance, hot stuff."
Closer to her now, I could smell the alcohol on her breath, so I wasn't surprised when her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her hand ruffled through my short, black strands of hair, and she pressed her body against mine to dance. At one point, she was basically grinding against my black slacks, but she had no embarrassment, even as she downed three beverages in one song.
It took a while but I managed to get away from her and I wandered into the kitchen. Like the rest of her giant house, every room was nicely decorated and the kitchen was the only room that smelled good. There was so many delicious-looking dishes in the kitchen, that I made it my hideout for a good portion of the night, until I became extremely thirsty. It was the last thing I wanted, but my throat was dry so I finally downed a glass of alcohol. I wasn't very good with my liquor; I could hold a lot of it down, but I was quick to get tipsy. Not drunk, just tipsy.
I could keep my mind straight, until Selena and Theresa came to find me and led me into their basement.
Even that was nicely decorated, with silver streamers hanging everywhere and white couches sitting around a clear table. An empty bottle was sitting there, and it didn't take a genius to tell we were going to play Truth or Dare.
"Okay, guys! so I think we have enough people now," Selena said with a haughty smile. "We're going to play Truth or Dare! I'll start." Her words were slurring together, but her balance was pretty good. There were five girls and five boys around the table, and I could see that all of them were wasted. She spun the bottle and we all watched it spin. It landed on a boy named Zachary Duvall, and boy did she squeal. "Zachie! Truth or dare?"
