Your name is Anon. You are a college student. You have a best friend named Aubrey. You have always had a very soft and feminine appearance despite being a male. Aubrey has always commented on how girl you look. Late at night you've found yourself fantasizing about what you would look like dressed as a girl. Aubrey has sensed this and has hatched a plan.
Today is Halloween and with enough cajoling and convincing Aubrey has managed to get you to wear a cheerleader costume, complete with miniskirt, kneesocks and a cropped athletic top. Without prompting you even went above and beyond and your sister has done your makeup making you look every inch a slutty cheerleader with your already slender and curvy figure. You even went the extra mile and shaved so your body is hairless and smooth.
During the night you receive a lot of compliments from girls at the party, and was even mistaken as a girl couple times, much to your embarrassment. All night Aubrey has been introducing you as his new girlfriend. Enjoying the attention and always being a prankster you played along.
After a night of partying and drinking you and Aubrey are back in your bedroom after walking home. Your bedroom is sparse, mostly taken up by a bed and a computer desk. Aubrey has made sure to feed you a lot of alcohol over the course of the night and you are feeling a bit tipsy.
You are sprawled out across the bed, completely forgetting about the fact that you are dressed up in a cheerleader's costume. Your legs are slightly spread and you notice Aubrey looking towards you, he tilts his head to look up your skirt.
"I've never been invited to the room of a sexy cheerleader before" Aubrey jokes, "You had better be ready to put out".
You play along with Aubrey and push your stuffed bra together to make some cleavage. "Do you think you can handle all of this?" you flirt back.
"Can you handle all of me?" Aubrey replies. You could sense a slight menence in his voice. You and Aubrey had always played 'gay chicken' with Aubrey and you weren't going to loose today.
Aubrey scoots over on his chair and places his hand on your leg. You slowly lift up your skirt before Aubrey can say anything. He gets a full view of your pink lace panties which barely contain your small manhood.